Pokémon, Ash's art style is off!

Xiao Gang squatted down and reached out his hand to a passing Rattata.

The pale purple creature stopped and stared at Xiao Gang's finger for three seconds with its round, black eyes.

Then it leaned closer and sniffed with its little pink nose.

It turned out that Xiaogang didn't seem to have any intention of giving them anything to eat.

Little Rada raised his head and looked at Xiao Gang with a very surprised expression.

The look in his eyes first showed confusion, then realization, and finally a complex emotion.

It sighed, turned its small body around, and burrowed into the nearby bushes. After a few rustling sounds, it pulled an energy cube from its den, pushed it to Xiao Gang's feet with its front paws, and patted it with its paws, indicating that he should pick it up.

Even though Brock isn't as good at understanding Pokémon language as Ash.

But at this moment, I could also see a deep sense of pity in Little Rada's eyes.

[Since when poor people started begging in our hunting grounds?]

Xiao Gang: "......"

Seeing that Xiao Gang remained motionless, Xiao Lada's eyes showed even more disdain.

Tsk!

not enough?

I can only give you two more, that's all!

......

Holding the energy cube in my hand.

As they continued along the stream, the three encountered more and more Pokémon along the way.

Duduli, with its three heads locked in a fierce battle, galloped past them.

Nidoking, who is vastly different in size and has a natural fondness for little girls, is playing with Nidoran in the flowerbed, chasing after a flying Butterfly.

A group of eggs wandered behind the swaying Dracaena fragrans tree.

Kangaskhan, Scyther, Miltank... even Beedrill, the grumpy old man from Evergreen Forest who would swarm and attack at the slightest provocation, became a nice guy here, even waving its stinger in a friendly manner as it flew past the three of them.

Pikachu is having a blast here.

One minute it runs over here and bumps noses with Oddish, the next it darts over there to bother Nidoking who wants to get down to business.

They didn't even spare the Kangaskhan.

It hitched a ride with the little kangaroo directly in its pouch.

The three of them were happy to have some leisure time.

There was no rush to throw the ball to catch the Pokémon.

Instead, they found a flat, grassy area near the stream and rested there.

Anyway, the old man told the truth: the Poké Balls they give out here don't work.

Instead of spending a whole day chasing after something and getting nothing in return, why not just treat it as a vacation?

At first, Misty was against the idea of ​​catching some Pokémon.

But looking around now, he had to admit that Ash was right.

In the distance are rolling green hills, and nearby are clear streams, with various Pokémon living leisurely before your eyes—it is indeed a rare sight.

As for catching Pokémon? You can catch Pokémon anywhere.

But if you miss this place, you'll truly miss it!

......

far away.

A group of Pokémon were sneaking around behind the bushes, with more than a dozen pairs of eyes fixed on the three uninvited guests.

At the very front is a round, chubby bear cub.

It carefully parted the leaves with its two little paws, revealing only its furry head.

He tilted his head and stared at the three of them for a long time.

Its tiny eyes were filled with great confusion.

How did these three people end up sitting down and chatting?

Didn't they just enter the hunting area?

According to the script, shouldn't this be the stage where their eyes light up and they're chasing Pokémon all over the mountain?

The bear cub scratched its head, scratched behind its ears a couple of times with its paws, and turned to look at its companions behind it.

Beside the bear cub, Nidoran also looked confused as it stared at the three humans who appeared to be lying down.

Yes.

Have you given up?

But how long has it been?

In their experience, humans are always like this—

They start making a fuss and pointing at Pokémon whenever they see one.

If you get even a little closer, they'll impatiently throw out a Poké Ball.

Then they can stay comfortably in the Poké Ball for a while, and then easily break free.

As long as you continue to maintain your airs, acting as if you want to refuse but don't want to leave, with a look of three parts hesitation and seven parts reluctance in your eyes.

At this point, the other party should obediently offer them good food and drinks as a token of respect.

After you've eaten and drunk your fill, break free of the Poké Ball in front of them, dust yourself off, and leave, giving them a dashing farewell.

That's the whole process.

This is the game that the Pokémon in their hunting grounds have been playing for generations.

The test is who can keep a trainer hanging the longest and trick them out of the most things.

Incidentally, Nidoran proudly puffed out his chest; his current personal best is eight goals.

This is a respectable achievement among the local younger generation.

The little bear was still young and couldn't keep its composure. It stretched its paws forward, as if it was about to move closer.

But they hadn't even taken two steps.

"Buli!"

A chubby pink hand slapped it hard on the back of the head. The force wasn't great, but the intimidation was undeniable.

The bear cub froze, turned its head to look at the pink ball behind it, and tremblingly withdrew its paws.

A pink, spherical Pokémon with a tuft of curly hair on its head appeared behind it.

They look cute.

But his eyes were now narrowed into slits, revealing a depth that was completely out of character for his size.

Stared at by it, the bear cub didn't dare to even breathe loudly.

This is because the ball holds the legendary record of 23 goals!

The undefeated legend of the hunting grounds!

The Pink Devil!

A symbol of freedom!

Jigglypuff himself!

Fatty retracted its paws, its eyes narrowing even more as it slowly scanned the group of impatient little ones around it.

Be more cautious.

Everyone, be more composed.

What's the rush?

It paced back and forth, exuding an air of having seen it all.

They're just pretending; they'll burst out soon enough.

It has seen far too many trainers like this.

At first, it's always like this: pretending not to be interested, looking at the scenery, chatting, or even pacing back and forth like a robot.

When you silly little brats curiously approach, then—

"Buli!"

It suddenly widened its eyes, the two slits instantly turning into copper bells, and its little hand slashed forward with a fierce chop.

A sudden, unsportsmanlike act of throwing the ball!

The bear cub was so frightened that it shrank back.

That's exactly the kind of person I'm trying to fool!

Fatty then threatened.

The baby bear covered its head with its two little paws and nodded pitifully.

Jigglypuff retracted its paw with satisfaction, lay back down, and squinted at the three motionless humans in the distance.

Ha, that's all stuff it's already done.

Just you wait, you little brats, your day will come.

......

Time passed little by little.

The sun slowly moved from the east to its zenith.

It was a bit stuffy in the grass. A large butterfly landed on a nearby wildflower, its wings fluttering gently.