Pikachu

The fine rain drizzled, and mist filled the air.

Aomori strolled through the jungle, looking relaxed, but his gaze never left the small yellow figure on the tree branch not far ahead.

Yes, that was Pikachu, which was rampant in this forest and was known as the fourth major pokemon tribe.

"Pika?" Pikachu tilted its head, showing a puzzled expression, and looked cute.

This Pikachu obviously didn't understand the dangers of the world yet. It was only curious about the creature in front of it, wrapped in animal skin with its upper body exposed. Thus, it stopped to watch, unaware that this moment would lead to a tragic outcome.

"Total Concentration! Thunder Breathing First Form! Lightning-fast Thunderclap Flash!"

Approaching within an arrow's reach, Aomori tore off his disguise, revealing his fangs. His body was surrounded by electricity as he instantly appeared behind the bewildered Pikachu. With his hand as a blade, he struck down with a single blow.

Boom!

Leaves flew, the tree trunk groaned, and Pikachu was knocked to the ground, unsurprisingly unable to continue the fight.

As Aomori's defeated opponent fell, his expression remained tense because the branches around him were now filled with Pikachus bearing hostile intentions.

"Pika... chu~"

Electricity surged into the sky, dispersing the rain and mist.

A passing Pidgey couldn't help but yawn,

"Pidgey~"

(Today is also a day of leveling, huh~)

...

As the sun reached its zenith, the battle ceased.

"Now it is confirmed that these Pokémon here are really hospitable, the amiable Beedrills, the cute Pikachus that can help level up."

Aomori muttered as he was standing as a black spot in the sea of yellow, he was not unscathed but he only bore some superficial scorched marks from the electric shocks. He raised his hand as usual, and light flashed, gradually fading the scorch marks, leaving only a faint bluish color.

It was undoubtedly the Pikachu tribe that lost the battle, and they lost to a human considered weak by Pokémon.

After all, just as not all milk is Moomoo Milk, not all Pikachu are like Ash's Pikachu which could fight with Legendries.

Now entering the fifth day of the instance, since the last battle with the Beedrill, Aomori had not encountered any significant Pokémon communities. Along the way, he only encountered some minor Pokémon like Rattata and Bellsprout, so his experience bar had stagnated until today when he encountered Pikachu, and...

[Ding! Congratulations to player Aomori for receiving electric stimulation therapy, +1 energy.]

[Ding! Congratulations to player Aomori for receiving electric stimulation therapy, +1 energy.]

[Ding! Congratulations to player Aomori for receiving electric stimulation therapy, +1 energy.]

Just after one battle, his energy attribute increased by three points!

Energy and spirit had always been Aomori's weak points, and he could only barely catch up in constitution thanks to his free attribute points. Now that he finally encountered a way to increase them, how could he not be pleased?

"Pikachu No.1, I acknowledge you. Let's be friends." Aomori approached the largest Pikachu, casually giving it a number and using Healing Magic to heal its injuries. In its confused gaze, it said.

"Pika, Pika!" Pikachu No.1 pointed to the Pikachus lying on the ground and gritted its teeth.

"It was a misunderstanding. I wanted to get to know you faster, so I chose this more aggressive approach. After all, fist clashes are the most direct form of communication between men. To show my sincerity, I can heal you first."

Quietly changing his title to "Handsome Master" (+5 charm), Aomori revealed a smile like a breath of spring breeze, and the effect was remarkable.

Pikachu No.1 suddenly felt that the human in front of it looked very good and friendly when smiling.

For this smile, it chose temporary amnesia.

So, after Aomori finished healing, the dazed Pikachu No.1 led a group of minions to accompany Aomori to Pikachu Village.

...

Pikachu Village was located in a valley, with a small waterfall on one side. The water fell more than ten meters, forming a small stream at the bottom of the valley. There were more than a dozen fruit trees by the stream, which were the main food source for Pikachu.

The entire village was full of birdsong and fragrance, like a paradise.

Standing at the entrance of the valley, Aomori was attracted to the small waterfall and couldn't help but sigh, "What a great place!"

"Pika, Pika!" Pikachu No.1 patted its chest proudly, feeling honored.

There were still many Pichus, Pikachus and some Raichus in the village. When they heard the commotion, they came out of their nests and surrounded them. The calls of "Pic..Pichu", "Pika, Pikachu" and "Rai...Rai" were endless.

Although Pikachu can evolve into Raichu in three stages, in the wild, only Pikachu and sometimes Pichu but Raichus are rarely encountered due to the need for a Thunder Stone to evolve into Raichu.

Some Pichus which bold and curious tugged at Aomori's animal skin pants, and some even jumped onto Aomori's body.

Aomori didn't mind and maintained his humble and polite smile.

"Rai...Rai!" Suddenly, an old voice rang out, and the bustling Pikachus quieted down, silently making way. An old Raichu with a long tail and an aged face walked up to Aomori. First, he nodded slightly to him, then tapped Pikachu No.1's head with his tail.

"Pika, Pika?!" Pikachu No.1 touched the bump on its head with a grievance.

"Rai..Rai...Raichu." The old Raichu glanced at Aomori.

"Pika...Pika...Pikachu..." Pikachu No.1 began to explain, occasionally flexing its biceps to demonstrate Aomori's overwhelming strength and the defeat of the Pikachus. By the end, it was in tears, clasping the hands of the defeated Pikachu in a passionate embrace to reconcile.

After listening to Pikachu No.1's story, the old Raichu stared into Aomori's eyes, and Aomori smiled back, his eyes filled with sincere apology.

"Rai..Rai." Finally, the old Raichu turned around and extended his lightning-shaped tail to Aomori.

"?" Aomori understood that this was the old Raichu's way of showing goodwill, but he didn't have a tail. Which part of his body should he use to respond?

Under the nervous gaze of dozens of Pikachus around him, Aomori's mind raced, and he slowly extended his right hand, gently touching the old Raichu's tail.

"Rai...RaiPika, Pika!" The old Raichu burst into laughter.

"Pika, Pika!" The Pikachus and Pichus cheered, surrounding Aomori and entering the valley with him.

Straw was spread out on the open ground in the valley, and Aomori was arranged to sit on it. The Pikachus came and went, bringing colorful fruits freshly picked from the trees and jars of fruit wine.

After everything was arranged, the old Raichu waved his cane, and the open-air banquet began.

"Pika, Pika!"

The Pikachus either swayed their chubby waists or stretched their throats, singing and dancing, sinking into revelry.

Only Aomori remained seated, his smile unchanged, looking out of place.

"It's carefree indeed, but such a life will only dull one's fighting spirit."

"Pi..?" A small Pichu noticed Aomori and jumped onto his lap, handing him a fruit.

"Pi...Pichu..!"

Aomori took the fruit, rubbed the small Pichu's head, and smiled, "Thank you."

"Pi..Pi..!"

The small Raichu's eyes curved into crescents, happily calling out before taking another fruit and gnawing on it on Aomori's thigh.

Not far away, Pikachu No.1, holding a Pikachu with a heart-shaped tail, danced with the Pikachus, sensing Aomori's gaze, it winked proudly.

"Heh." Aomori chuckled lightly, murmuring, "It's truly a good place..."

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