Chapter no.4 Enter Misty Waterflower

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Austin sprinted with all his might, his arms flailing as he tried to outpace the relentless flock of Spearow.

'Regret! Major regret!' he chanted internally, his thoughts racing as fast as his legs.

A sharp pain exploded at the back of his head as a Spearow collided with him. The hit sent a shock of adrenaline surging through him, pushing him to run even faster. "Pikachu, get in your Pokéball," he panted, his voice strained with urgency.

"Pi?!" Pikachu looked up at him, confusion and defiance in its expression as it ran alongside him.

"Listen to me, I'm not going to let you get hurt," Austin pleaded, adjusting his backpack to shield his head from further attacks. As he did, a troubling thought crossed his mind. Could it be that this flock was lying in wait to ambush me? Did catching that lone Spearow just trigger them? Or was Ash being chased by the flock something that would happen regardless of my actions?

Pikachu suddenly vanished from his peripheral vision.

"Chu?!" he heard Pikachu's defiant cry as it stopped to confront the flock head-on.

"No, Pikachu!" Austin yelled. In a swift motion, he pulled out the electric type's Pokéball and pointed it at Pikachu, returning him before any harm could come to the little Pokémon. As Pikachu disappeared into the ball, several of the initial Spearow dropped to the ground, stunned, but more were quickly approaching.

This brief pause allowed Austin a moment to catch his breath and think.

Misty should be nearby. I need to find her and get her help, he thought desperately, his grip tightening on the shaking Pokéball.

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Misty Waterflower did not consider herself a patient girl.

In fact, she was quite the opposite—a firecracker, which was a bit funny considering her dream of becoming a water-type Pokémon specialist.

Water should be cool and flowing, but Misty? She often felt more like the stormy sea than a gentle stream.

As she pedaled her bike through the grasslands, the sun warmed her face while a cool breeze teased her hair. Darting Pidgeys and unseen critters rustling in the tall grass caught her eye.

Pulling up beside a large river, Misty checked her Pokétch, a gadget with a dot-matrix screen that was all the rage among trainers.

She was sure she was in the right spot. Here in the expansive Kanto region, she was on a personal quest to prove herself worthy of taking over the family gym from her overbearing older sisters.

Yet, as a league-affiliated trainer, she often found herself sidetracked by official missions—necessary, though annoying, interruptions that helped pay the bills.

Today's task? Deal with a troublesome flock of Spearow.

Misty's lips puckered in mild annoyance.

"I'll deal with those pesky flying types later," she muttered to herself.

With a brighter expression, she reached for her fishing pole, eager to add a new water-type Pokémon to her team.

Her good mood, however, was abruptly interrupted by a distant, thunderous squawk.

Turning sharply, she spotted a boy sprinting towards her, his backpack haphazardly thrown over his head for protection, while his hands clutched a violently shaking Pokéball. When their eyes met, Misty noticed an unmistakable spark of happiness and recognition in his gaze. Happiness made sense—he was clearly in a bind—but recognition? Why did he look at her as if he knew her?

Her thoughts were shattered by his panicked shout, "I have an electric type, can you release your water type?!"

Misty blinked, puzzled for a moment, but her training kicked in. Without hesitation, her hand flew to her own Pokéball, and with a swift motion, she released her partner, Starmie. The dual starfish-like Pokémon appeared, its central red jewel core gleaming intensely, ready for battle.

The boy, gasping for breath and clearly exhausted from his ordeal, stumbled to Misty's side and managed to release a furious Pikachu from his trembling Pokéball.

"Wide Water Pulse!" Misty commanded. Starmie spun, sending out a massive spray of water. The intention was simple—soak the Spearow thoroughly, making their wings too heavy to keep them airborne. As the birds plummeted to the ground, wet and bewildered, they were perfectly set up for what came next.

"Now, Pikachu!"

As Pikachu unleashed a fierce Thundershock on the drenched Spearow, Misty couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline.

In just a few minutes, the entire flock of Spearow was incapacitated.

Misty watched as Pikachu turned to its trainer with a fierce growl.

"Hey! Don't give me that look. I returned you to your Pokéball for your safety," the boy said in a soothing tone.

Pikachu simply huffed and turned away, clearly still upset. The situation took an unpleasant turn when the boy muttered under his breath, "Fat rat."

Pikachu's cheeks sparked in warning, and Misty knew she had to intervene before things escalated.

"Excuse me, but can you tell me what happened?" Misty interjected, trying to divert the boy's attention.

Austin recounted his ordeal, Misty nodded along, her eyes glancing down to her Pokétch. She began dialing a number as Austin finished, noticing his curious gaze on her device.

"This is a Pokétch," she said, trying to inject some pride into her voice, eager to show off her gadget.

"Isn't that from Sinnoh?"

Misty felt a twinge of embarrassment for trying to impress someone who already knew what it was. "Yeah, that's why it's so expensive. It's imported from Sinnoh," she muttered, her voice slightly deflated as the call rang through.

"What are you doing?"

"Calling the league to send a relocation team here," Misty explained. Seeing Austin's blank look, she added, "They'll make sure these Spearow are released into habitats where they won't be a danger to Pokémon or people."

Austin nodded slowly, understanding settling in. An awkward silence stretched between them, punctuated only by the distant calls of other Pokémon.

"Is there something else I can help you with?"

"What's the direction to Viridian City?"

"Move straight down this path," Misty replied, pointing.

"Thanks for saving me and Pikachu."

Austin said feeling a little awkward. He looked at Pikachu and asked, "You ready to go?"

"Pika."

Austin grinned and walked by Misty's bike. He thought to himself, 'Well, I guess she won't be traveling with me after I barbecued her bike.'

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Ho-Oh soared gracefully through the skies. Its feathers shimmered in a breathtaking array of colors; the predominant gold and red hues of its body gleamed under the sunlight, complemented by the vibrant yellow of its tail-feathers and the stark white of its underside. At the tips of its wings, green feathers added a touch of contrast, while a green stripe adorned its neck, enhancing its regal appearance.

The legendary Pokémon's eyes, encircled by black rings, were piercing red, reflecting a wise and ancient soul. Atop its head, a feathered, yellow crest waved like a flag as it flew.

As it flew, Ho-Oh glanced downward, its gaze falling on a human and a Pikachu watching in awe from the ground below. In that moment, a thought crossed its mind: Something has happened to your chosen, Arceus. Is this according to your will?

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"Ho-Oh," Austin whispered, his voice barely louder than the rustle of leaves in the gentle forest breeze. Pikachu looked up at him, eyes wide with surprise.

How did this human know the name of the God of Rebirth?

"So, Pikachu," Austin began, shifting his gaze from the sky back to the little yellow Pokémon perched on his shoulder.

"A deal is a deal, do you want to continue with me or go your own way?" The words felt heavier than he intended.

Pikachu's expression shifted to one of disbelief, as if stunned that Austin would honor such a promise in the midst of their current adventures.

"Pika Pi?" it asked, tilting its head, the motion filled with a questioning innocence that tugged at Austin's heart.

"I'm not going to force you to stay if you don't want to," Austin replied, his voice soft. He felt the coolness of the forest around them, the shadows growing longer as the day began to wane. Despite the exhaustion that made his limbs heavy and his steps slow, there was a peace here, a quiet solace that seemed to seep into his bones.

"Pika," Pikachu responded, its voice firm and resolute, not moving from its spot.

"So you're going to stay?" Austin asked, a hopeful note in his tired voice. Pikachu gave a decisive nod, and a small smile crept across Austin's weary face.

"Well alright then."