Chapter 3 The Real World (rewrite)

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The next day.

The bright sun wakes up the sleeping Natsu.

When he woke up, his spirit was obviously much better, and his body didn't feel any discomfort. The rain yesterday didn't make him catch a cold and get sick. This was a good start.

"Woooo."

Weedle, who woke up earlier, dragged a bunch of branches from nowhere at his feet. After the rain washed the green leaves, it exuded a fragrance.

Weedle cupped Natsu's trousers, signaling that he was welcome.

Besides the feet, there are a few pieces of leaf debris left after being eaten.

Natsu smiled.

"Thank you." He picked up the branch, tore off a few pieces, and stuffed them into his mouth in Weedle's hopeful little eyes.

Chew.

The bitter fragrance spread in his mouth, stimulating his taste buds and also stimulating his empty stomach.

Weedle squinted his eyes and held his head high, waiting for Natsu's compliments.

Natsu didn't let it down either. After swallowing hard, he rubbed Weedle's back with a smile.

"Thank you, Weedle, it's delicious."

"Woooo." Weedle nodded cheerfully.

Natsu gave Weedle the food yesterday, and in return, Weedle went looking for food early.

These Leafages are fresh and delicious.

So it's purposely left some.

Good things to share.

Though, these Leafages may not taste pretty in Natsu's mouth.

But it's a good start anyway, that Weedle has embraced Natsu's presence and shared food that is so precious to him.

And Natsu was kind enough not to debunk this, not to tell Weedle that human and Pokémon food is not the same.

In his opinion, getting along with a pure Pokémon is much more sensual than getting along with those who only intrigue in the office in his previous life.

"New day, new beginning, Weedle, we're going to work hard." Natsu stood up and patted the dust and grass.

"Woohoo!" Weedle nods in agreement.

Put Weedle on his shoulders.

Get out of the broken house and walk towards the center of Saffron City.

The sun is just right.

But Natsu's mood was not as good as it was in the morning.

"Sorry sir, after review, you do not meet the minimum standards of Alliance Trainer, please contribute more to Alliance and become a registered Trainer as soon as possible."

Alliance Trainer It's not the first time in the building, the weirdly dressed Natsu has been turned down by staff with a formulaic smile.

After confirming his identity and carefully observing his clothes and appearance, the staff's answer was only this sentence.

Not up to standard, much to contribute to Alliance.

The standard is even stiffer than the young lady on the phone.

"So what does it mean to meet the standard?" Natsu was still a little unwilling to give up.

But the people in line behind him couldn't bear it.

"It's almost there, dressed like a beggar, with a bad street Weedle and trying to apply to become an Alliance registered Trainer, did you take the wrong medicine?"

Natsu turns his head, and behind him is a social "elite" in a black suit with dog-like hair, looking at him with contempt, and beside him is a thirteen or fourteen-year-old man playing Poké Ball in his hand.

Looking at Natsu's cold eyes, the disdain on the man's face was even greater.

"What are you looking at?"

Natsu stood up, expressionless, and stepped aside.

The man pouted, patted the chair in disgust, took out a handkerchief, put it on the chair, and pulled his child to sit down.

"Hello Mr, my child is applying to become a Trainer, here are his two Pokémons, Mankey and Machop, this is my bank statement for the past five years, this is my donation certificate in his name, And the most important one, ten years of Pokémon reserves, and a few less important ones."

The man took out a pile of well-prepared documents from his briefcase.

Some unformulated expressions finally appeared on the faces of the staff.

"Please wait a moment."

Natsu's expression remained the same after stopping for a while, but Weedle on his shoulders felt the pent up anger in his heart, as well as his disapproval. The scorn of the Alliance system.

Weedle rubbed his neck lightly.

Natsu let out a breath and said lightly, "I'm fine."

Turn around to leave.

Behind him, he could still hear faintly, "Stinky boy, I'll be a Trainer from now on, I'll send you to Pokémon school tomorrow, watch and study hard, or you'll grow up to be the same person just now."

Exit the Trainer building.

The warm sun shines on his body, but it doesn't reach his cold heart.

Two Pokémon are the foundation, bank flow is the proof of financial strength, donation is the contribution to the Alliance, and the Pokémon reserve after ten years is the right of the Starter Pokemon to receive.

A slightly sarcastic smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

"It's another 'Fuck Dad' world."

"Wow?"

Weedle tilted his head, his small eyes puzzled, not knowing Natsu what does it mean.

"It's okay, although I didn't have any hope at first, I was slapped hard by reality."

He started walking.

Alliance's system is more realistic than he imagined.

His trip to the Trainer Building was originally just a try.

After all, if you can get an Alliance-certified registered Trainer status, it will make him go a lot on the road of Trainer.

At least, the Pokémon Center is free to use, and there are free lodgings.

It can only be said that the final result was not unexpected.

Go to a grocery store.

He spent 20 coins on some food.

Most of them are foods that are convenient for storage and can fill the stomach, most of which are bread.

Although it is unpalatable, it should be no problem to stick to it for two or three days.

And what he has to do is to find a profitable job in two or three days.

In order not to waste time, Natsu endured the distress and spent to take the bus and returned to his remote and dilapidated residence in the suburbs.

Seeing that there were only a few coins left in his pocket,, he began to think about whether he wanted to find several opportunities and reasons to find those men with scars again. "Borrow" a little.

"Forget it, don't waste time."

Time is not only very important to him now, but even more important to Weedle, who has a very short developmental period.

Walk straight to a small wood behind the residence.

For the safety of the residents of Saffron City, the Gym of Saffron City cooperates with several Grand Duke divisions of Saffron City to clean the surrounding forest at regular intervals.

So it is relatively safe in the woods.

To the woods.

Place Weedle on the ground.

Stepping on the soft Vermilion pile, with each step making a rustling sound, made Weedle feel new, writhing and looking happy.

Looking at Weedle who was trying to get his mouth to bite his tail, Natsu's smile gradually subsided and he took on a serious look.

"Weedle, I'm going to train you for three days. It's about whether we can find a suitable job after three days."

heard His voice turned serious and Weedle stopped and looked up at him.

The eyes are a little confused.

Natsu squatted down and said solemnly: "It will be very tired and hard, and you may give up at any time, but I will accompany you to train together, so you must be serious, okay?"

Weedle nods subconsciously.

"Very well, so now, see that tree? We're going to run back and forth, basic goal, twenty back and forth!"

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(end of this chapter)