Tekashi is back

David, with Chaplin perched on his head, headed towards Route 6. The night was gently falling, and the twilight bathed the road in a golden glow. After about twenty minutes of walking, he saw a makeshift camp. Torches arranged in a circle cast a flickering light, and a small tent stood in the center. In the middle, a young woman sat cross-legged, her eyes closed, with a Kadabra floating by her side. David approached cautiously, curious but on guard. As soon as he crossed the perimeter of the camp, she opened her eyes and used her psychic powers to levitate David towards her.

She analyzed him as he floated in the air, her piercing eyes scrutinizing every detail of his face and aura. David, though surprised, immediately recognized Sabrina, the future gym leader.

Sabrina was seductive, with straight black hair cascading over her shoulders, piercing eyes with a red glow, and an elegant and graceful figure. Her impassive expression accentuated her enigmatic charm.

"You are a psychic," she declared, observing him closely.

David, still levitating, replied with a cheeky smile, "I'm David. So, you're the so-called witch."

"You speak like the fools from earlier... Sabrina, that's my name."

David smiled even more broadly. "Well, well! It seems I've lost my Pokédex number; could I have yours?"

Sabrina turned her head towards Kadabra. "Kadabra, what is this all about?"

Kadabra responded telepathically, amused, "Mistress, it seems to be an attempt to create a potential link, but it sorely lacks inspiration."

Sabrina turned to David, her eyes shining with a gleam of amusement. "So, that's it... It is not within my current aspirations to engage in such frivolities. Nonetheless, your presence intrigues me. The number of psychics in Kanto is terribly low, and yet here you are, using your energy in a crude manner. Have you had no teacher all this time? You seem to be about my age, right?" she said telepathically, flipping David upside down and bringing him closer to her.

In response, David kissed her on the nose, smiling cheekily. Sabrina immediately let him go, and he fell to the ground.

She touched her nose gently and said telepathically, "As I said, a true barbarian."

David stood up, laughing, "Such violence. Everyone learns at their own pace. I discovered my powers a few days ago, so I'd say we're learning quite quickly, right Chaplin?"

Chaplin nodded affirmatively, "Mime, mime!" while looking at Kadabra attentively.

Sabrina observed Chaplin and then turned her gaze back to David. "A beginner… from the start of this conversation, you haven't responded to me telepathically. Psychics are different from one another. There are those we could categorize as inferior, specializing in a particular branch like precognition, detection, telepathy, telekinesis, teleportation, or raw channeling. The inferiors represent the vast majority of psychics at 85%, and yet they are rare. And there are the superiors, who can do all that with great psychic power. They are a category apart. For your lack of respect earlier, I would have teleported you to the nearest pond, but you are also a superior category, just like me, and that changes everything."

She used her levitation to make a rag appear and placed it on David's mouth. "Close your eyes, feel the psychic energy, take your time and respond to me in the most appropriate way."

David closed his eyes, concentrating all his energy. He felt the psychic aura surrounding him, attempting to channel his thoughts. After a few moments of intense focus, he managed to send a telepathic message: "Make an effort and smile, you're beautiful, use it."

Sabrina looked at him in surprise and responded telepathically, "We have someone who learns quickly." Then she smiled.

She released the rag and said, "Alright, it's time to sleep. Set up and familiarize yourself with telepathy as quickly as possible. Being able to give instructions to your Pokémon in the fastest way and making it difficult for your opponents to predict your moves is a powerful advantage. Use it without moderation."

David, amused, asked, "Okay, so I can communicate with Chaplin; that's cool."

Sabrina glanced at Chaplin. "Your Mime Jr. is too young at the moment to send you anything other than emotions and images, but as it evolves, yes, it will be able to. Now, I'm going to sleep. Set up your tent next to mine. Don't even try to enter my tent's perimeter, or I'll launch you into the sky high enough for you to see Mount Moon."

David replied, "Who do you think I am, idiot! I'm a gentleman, I have manners and shit."

Chaplin burped and looked at David as if he were the culprit. David laughed and added, "Okay, that wasn't me. Anyway, let's get some sleep, Chaplin."

It didn't take long for everyone to fall asleep, with Kadabra vigilantly watching over the group. The calm of the night settled in, and despite the initial tension of their meeting, a strange harmony seemed to reign over the camp.

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In the early morning, David and Chaplin woke up to find Sabrina had gone. She left them a note that made David smile: "My number, Barbarian."

With the number in his pocket, a victorious smile lit up David's face. He decided to continue his journey toward Saffron City. Together, they chose to cut through the dense forest where the sun's rays barely pierced the thick foliage, creating luminous patterns on the moss-covered ground. A few Pokémon went about their business, and the fresh air was filled with the scent of damp earth and lush vegetation.

David and Chaplin used telepathy to communicate, training to perfect this new skill. The telepathic link was still fragile but progressing encouragingly.

After a few hours of walking, they found a small lake surrounded by moss-covered rocks and towering trees. David decided to stop for some training. He began doing push-ups while levitating a rock above him. Meanwhile, Chaplin tried to refine his control by keeping leaves levitating and attempting to recreate his image with them.

The forest's calm was soothing, but a latent tension lingered. As they trained intensely, a curious Ledyba approached, impressed by their discipline. Chaplin sensed the presence of Ledyba and sent mental images to David to warn him.

"What does it want?" asked David telepathically.

Chaplin sent images of Ledyba showing its desire to join their team and participate in their training.

David sighed, "Sorry, but we specialize in Psychic-type Pokémon. We can't take you."

Ledyba insisted over and over, trying to persuade David, but he remained firm in his refusal. The desperate look on Ledyba's face grew more pleading, as if it desperately sought a chance to prove its worth. However, despite several pleas, David remained unyielding.

"We can't take you, sorry," reiterated David, this time with a hint of guilt in his voice. Then he focused back on his training.

Furious and disappointed, Ledyba turned sharply and flew off in a rage, its wings vibrating frenetically in the air. Chaplin looked at David with a mockingly shocked expression at the refusal. Surprisingly, David felt a slight pang of guilt but brushed it off. "You're an annoying little shit, you know that? Alright, I already feel bad enough. Come on, let's go."

Chaplin giggled softly and jumped onto David's shoulder, ready to continue their journey. The duo ventured deeper into the woods. The trees seemed to close in, forming a tunnel of greenery around them. Sunlight pierced through here and there, creating a dappled golden glow on their path. Birds sang faintly in the distance, and the smell of damp earth filled their nostrils.

They walked for several hours, practicing telepathic communication. Their efforts seemed to bear fruit, with their thought exchanges becoming progressively smoother. As they found themselves a few hours from their destination, they decided to take a break under a massive tree. David stretched out on the soft grass, savoring the surrounding tranquility. The forest was becoming denser and quieter, making David sigh with relief.

As David and Chaplin enjoyed this rare moment of calm, nature slowly resuming its course around them, a light but insistent noise caught their attention. An agitated rustling was heard, first faint, then increasingly pronounced. David sat up, on guard, exchanging a worried look with Chaplin. Sensing imminent danger, Chaplin created an illusion of protection, trying to deter any potential threat.

Suddenly, a buzzing swarm of Weedle surrounded them, accompanied by the Ledyba from earlier. The buzzing of the Weedle filled the air with palpable, menacing tension. The previously peaceful forest atmosphere turned into one of oppression.

David and Chaplin instinctively prepared to defend themselves, feeling a surge of adrenaline. One of the Weedle, seemingly their leader, approached, carrying a berry it placed in front of Ledyba. Triumphant, Ledyba began to speak in a voice full of rancor. Despite the situation, Chaplin translated Ledyba's thoughts with a blasé air. "He's angry at us. He just wanted a trainer, and no trainer passing through this forest would take him. Our refusal was the last straw, so he reported us to the Weedle out of revenge. The berry is just a bonus to relish our despair."

David burst out laughing despite the tension. "So that's it, you little shit. At first, I felt bad for refusing you, but now I'm glad I made the right choice. A snitch in the team? Not a chance Tekashi."

Ledyba's rage reached its peak, its wings beating frantically. It wanted to confront them, but the Weedles stopped it by gagging it with their slimy secretions. The Weedles then turned towards David and Chaplin, their eyes gleaming with malice. They demanded their food and imposed a "protection tax."

David, removing his glasses with a gesture, fixed his gaze on the Weedles. "I'm going to whoop your asses," then he pointed at Ledyba, "And I'm going to whoop your ass too."

The Weedles launched themselves as a group, their sticky secretions ready to entrap David and Chaplin. Using his telekinesis, David levitated stones and hurled them at the Weedles, creating combinations with Chaplin's attacks to fend off the assailants.

Chaplin deftly dodged the Weedles' stingers and countered with Confusion, slamming several of them against the surrounding trees. However, a multitude of unknows psychic attacks complicated the situation. The Weedles were numerous and well-organized, forming circles to surround David and Chaplin.

One Weedle tried to launch a string shot at David, but he intercepted it with a levitating stone, pushing it aside. "Chaplin, Pound!"

Chaplin leaped forward, striking a Weedle with force and knocking it to the ground. When another Weedle tried to attack Chaplin from behind, David levitated it and sent it crashing against a tree trunk.

Despite their determination, the Weedles were too many. Exhausted, David picked up Chaplin in his arms. "WTF ,Screw you all!" he shouted at the Weedles before concentrating to use teleport. In an instant, they found themselves about fifty meters away, where they caught their breath.

They ran as fast as they could towards Saffron City, branches and leaves snapping under their feet. The sound of the Weedles faded behind them, their cries of rage still echoing in their ears. The daylight began to wane, shadows stretching longer around them. Despite their fatigue, they did not slow down, determined to reach their destination and with thoughts of revenge.