Bottom Trainer in Pokemon World

Bottom Trainer in Pokemon World Chapter 1

2021-09-29

Chapter 1 A Different World of Pokémon
Late autumn.

Withered and yellow leaves swirled down from the sky, adding color to the rough, rough streets.

On the mottled telephone pole, several crows hoarse their throats, but no one pays any attention.

A dark alley somewhere in Saffron City.

In the messy garbage heap, in the filthy dirty water that flows freely, there is a scrawny figure.

Haggard faces, tattered clothes, and bare feet covered in mud.

The figure was silent, as if the heartbeat had been silent.

It's just a red and white ball in his chest.

The fingertips are whitish and the blue veins are abrupt.

Suddenly.

The man's eyelids flickered, and he sat up suddenly from the ground with a rapid panting.

The eyes that seemed to be covered with a layer of gray fog were full of confusion, and gradually became clear.

Memories are like backflowing spring water, wantonly impacting consciousness.

Sit for a while.

Only then did I gradually understand my situation.

His name is Natsu. He was born in a poor family in Saffron City. His parents died early due to overwork. .

Since birth, he has only one goal, to live.

And now, the original Natsu died, and woke up again, an ordinary person from a distant world.

"I, still alive?" with disbelief.

He looked down.

The dirt between the fingers, the jagged ribs that can be seen, and the Poké Ball in the hand that was a little stiff from the force.

Through the clear red glass, a petite Yellow figure can be seen.

“Pokémon .”

Crash.
The sky suddenly drizzled, casting a veil on the whole city.

The raindrops slapped the thin body, and the ice cold penetrated into the bone marrow, bit by bit taking away the remaining body temperature.

A biting chill engulfed consciousness.

Natsu felt a cramp in his stomach and dry lips.

Compared to these, the bone-chilling coldness is what worries him most.

He stretched out his hand, took some rainwater and sent it to his mouth, which relieved the dry mouth a little.

"I can't go on like this. I need food, shelter, and warm clothes."

Natsu knows exactly where he is now.

The weak body can't stand any Laser Focus at all.

Even if it's just rain.

"Big brother, that kid just ran here"

Suddenly.

A small voice passed through the thin rain curtain and entered Natsu's ears.

It was just a few quick footsteps.

Natsu squinted, propped his knees hard, and staggered to his feet from the dirty water, the soles of his feet gradually losing consciousness and becoming stiff in the water.

Under the rain curtain, three figures from far to near.

Da da da.
Stepping on the rain.

Quickly through the misty water vapor, appeared in front of Natsu.

The leader was a fierce-looking man with a ferocious scar on his face, and his ferocious eyes seemed to eat people.

Greed becomes unstoppable when swept eyes land on the Poké Ball in Natsu's hands.

"Big brother, that's him!" The dog-leg next to the scarred man looked arrogant and pointed at Natsu, his long and narrow eyes flashing, and the depths of his eyes were also full of greed.

This scar man Natsu knows.

He is a gangster who roams this street. Because of his vicious methods and arrogant behavior, he is regarded as the leader of some gangsters.

But at the end of the day, he's just one of the bottom people in Saffron City.

The only way to change their fortunes for the bottom of the pack is to get a Pokémon and enter the Trainer business.

Trainer is the mainstream of this world.

And Pokémon is the hardest fist in the world.

Without Pokémon, they're always just a bunch of people fighting to survive.

And now, Natsu has a Poké Ball in his hands!

Ka Ka
The scarred man clenched his fists and walked towards Xia Yan with fierce eyes.

With his current weak body, he can't stand the punches from Laser Focus that have been fighting all the year round.

No words, no words.

For people like them, whether they are fighting for land or food, their fists are the truth.

Natsu knows this.

Watching the scarred man getting closer, he tightened the Poké Ball in his hand.

This Poké Ball is a hot potato, but it's also an opportunity to change his fate, and it's the only thing he can rely on right now.

The mouth is slightly open, and with the peristalsis of the Adam's apple, the foul-smelling air is sucked into the lung lobe little by little.

Hold your breath.

Enjoying the burning pain in my lungs.

Press the button on the Poké Ball, along with a red light, the Poké Ball opens, a petite and earthy Yellow, with a segmented body, spikes on the head and tail, and a Seven pairs of pink gastropoded worm-like Pokémon appear between the two.

Weedle.

A very common Pokémon.

For Trainer, it is synonymous with weak, and for ordinary people, they live in groups and are poisonous, and they are the existences that cannot be provoked in the forest.

Such a weak Pokémon is not even as big as the Scar Man's fist, and it is not popular with the Trainers, but it has become a fragrant bun in the eyes of these low-level residents.

Seeing Weedle, the scarred man was startled at first, but quickly overshadowed by greed.

Desires can distort a person's perception.

"Do you know what a Pokémon this is? Do you know how to command a Pokémon?"

His expression was tyrannical and his voice was harsh.

A Trainer is not only a person who has Pokémon, but also needs corresponding theoretical knowledge, understands Pokémon's abilities, habits, and personality, and knows how to command them to fight and exert their due strength.

In the eyes of the scarred man, people like Natsu have almost exhausted all their energy just by living, how can it be possible to understand Pokémon, let alone command Pokémon to fight.

Even if it's only a very common Weedle.

Natsu's face was cold.

Through the memory of his predecessor, he already understood that this world is indeed the Pokémon world, but it is not the utopian Pokémon world that he had in his mind.

Here, human beings are buried in the mouth of the vicious Pokémon, and it is not a few that cherish Pokémon as the food on the human table.

There is no absolute friendship between people.

In his previous life, he was not a good person. He had experienced social beatings and was well aware of the ugliness of human nature, so he quickly adapted to the current situation.

"Weedle, String Shot," Natsu said coldly, his voice weak but firm.

Hearing his order, Weedle froze for a moment, then turned to look for the source of the sound.

Those small Black eyes met Natsu's unquestionable gaze.

The little body trembled slightly.

The scarred man was startled at first, but when he saw Weedle's reaction, his smile became more cruel.

Take big strides and rushed up.

I felt a little apprehensive in my heart, and seemed unwilling to let the person in front of me say anything more.

The calloused fist got closer.

But Natsu stood still, or couldn't move, just commanded again:

“String Shot!”

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Suddenly.

When the scarred man's fist was only a few inches away from his face, a white seemingly thin thread quickly popped out and wrapped around the fist.

The scarred man was surprised.

He wanted to continue to exert force, but found that the silk thread spit out by the petite Weedle wrapped tightly around his fist, making it difficult to continue to move quickly.

Natsu took a step back, and the voice came again, so harsh in Scar's ears.

“Weedle, Poison Sting.”

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The sharp corners on Weedle's head lit up with a purple halo, and several small Poison Stings glowing with cold light shot out, submerging into the strong arm.

In an instant, the scarred man's face turned red, and beads of sweat the size of beans burst out from his forehead, hitting Poison Sting's arm, and circles of purple quickly spread and swelled.

Poisoned.

The poison spread rapidly, and the scarred man staggered, kneeling in front of Natsu.

With Weedle's current ability and poison, he won't die, but he will lose his mobility.

Seeing that the two dogs behind him were wrong, they wanted to run.

But I heard Natsu's lingering voice, "Run?"

The two stopped abruptly, turned around stiffly, and looked flattering.

"This big brother, no! This Trainer."

Before he could finish speaking, Natsu interrupted, "money, food, clothes, or death, choose one. ."

The frail body reveals an unquestionable coldness.

(end of this chapter)