The Bottom Trainer In The Pokémon World

Chapter 2 The Beginning of the Story

in the rain.

Wearing ill-fitting clothes, kicking ill-fitting shoes, with half a piece of bread in his mouth, and a petite khaki Pokémon on his shoulders, Xia Yan walked out of the alley.

Weedle's small green bean-like eyes stared at the bread in his mouth, swallowing quietly, but didn't dare to say anything.

The ruthlessness with which Xia Yan commanded it just now, and the unquestionable nature, made it a little scared.

Seemingly aware of its thoughts, Xia Yan took the bread, tore a piece, and handed it to Weedle on his shoulder.

"woo"

Weedle called out softly, blinking small eyes, as if asking, "Is this for me?"

Xia Yan touched its back lightly. The seemingly smooth carapace had subtle fluff that could not be easily detected. Weedle narrowed his eyes and seemed to enjoy it.

"Eat it, you did a good job just now." Xia Yan praised softly.

After having food in the stomach, the cramping stomach was finally relieved, and the limbs finally gained some strength.

"Wow!"

Hearing him say that, Weedle rolled his eyes with a happy smile, took the bread with the spikes on his tail, and ate small bites on his shoulders.

Weedle is a Bug Type Pokémon that can satisfy its own needs by eating only Leafage.

But if that's the case, the Weedle's ceiling isn't much higher than the average Beedrill in the woods.

Energy cubes and Pokémon food are of course the best choices, but now Xia Yan has no such financial resources, this piece of bread is his most valuable thing.

People say that the real love is not to see how much he can give you when he is the richest, but to see if he will give you half when he only has a piece of bread left.

The first time I met Xia Yan's Weedle, his senses were not very good.

But at this moment, it felt Xia Yan's sincerity.

Eating bread, he gently rubbed his neck as a gesture of goodwill.

Pokémon are very simple creatures. While possessing great power, their minds are not complicated. Who is good to them and who is not good to them is very clear.

At least the current Weedle has forgotten how Xia Yan was fierce before.

Feeling the cold touch on his neck, Xia Yan smiled.

He stuffed the rest of the bread into his mouth in one bite, not a single crumb from his fingertips fell.

He quickly adapted to his current identity.

Perhaps because of the rapid fusion of memories.

He grabbed a handful of money from his clothes pocket, which was "borrowed" from the scarred man and his two younger brothers.

Rolled up banknotes, a few scattered coins.

The number is not much, only thirty-three in total.

But it is the one he has won the most since he was a child.

It's just that for him now, it's still a drop in the bucket for cultivating Pokémon.

There were few people on the street in the rain.

Xia Yan walked all the way, left the bustling urban area, and came to a dilapidated house on the edge of the city.

The house was piled with debris, the roof was broken with a big hole, and there were a lot of dry straw piled in the corner. This was the place where Xia Yan used to live.

Shabby and messy.

But better than rain.

Raise a fire.

Sitting quietly in front of Courtney, let the flames warm her icy body and dry her clothes.

Weedle seemed happy.

Crawling on the ground.

He approached the flame cautiously, curious about what the red hot thing was, and approached his tail, only to be burned, and his mouth shriveled.

But it was soon forgotten.

He ran to the roof of the hole in a flash, and the rainwater gathered in the gaps in the house. Weedle stuck out his little tongue and licked the cold rainwater, shivering.

Then, as if thinking of something, he put his tail in the rain.

The coolness washed away the faint burning pain on his tail, and he narrowed his eyes comfortably.

"Woo" moaned.

After doing this, it ran to the piled stone scorpion, proud like a brave man who climbed a mountain, ran to Xia Yan's side again, sniffed the straw on the ground, picked up one, and bit it lightly, the taste is sure It wasn't tasty, and I vomited quickly.

The newborn is like a curious baby, so curious about everything in the dilapidated room.

Finally, tired of playing, he found a comfortable position in Xia Yan's arms, curled up and fell asleep.

Looking at the tired Weedle, Xia Yan smiled helplessly.

Roll up a piece of clothing and gently cover it.

Weedle twisted his body unconsciously, sinking himself completely into the warm clothes, and his closed eyes showed an arc.

Xia Yan continued to look at the beating Courtney.

Fire flickered in his eyes.

He is thinking.

How to survive in this world, how to use their own advantages.

Back to the original world?

If there is this opportunity, he will consider it, but since there is not, don't waste the extra energy.

He looked down at the quiet Weedle again.

A favorite sentence of PM fans in the previous life flashed through my mind.

There are no trash Pokémons, only trash Trainers.

Well said, so I choose Yu San at the beginning.

Of course there are options.

It may be a joke, but it also proves that there are too many possibilities for Pokémon.

Weedle, a Pokémon with low Species Strength, few skills, and weak combat power, is not even as good as its close relative, Catterpie, and at least has the luxury of evolving into Rayquaza.

But it cannot be denied that it has a certain growth limit.

Weedle's final evolution, Beedrill, is also a representative Pokémon.

Beedrill in the hands of Rockets leader Giovanni is a typical example of Beedrill's representative of the upper limit of Pokémon.

Of course, it was created after the accumulation of countless resources.

Beating Elite and Champions is the basics.

Also, Beedrill has Mega Evolution, which means that this Pokémon can have a higher cap.

But Pokémon's cap is one thing, Trainer's Breeder is another.

A Breeder Pokémon, especially a Pokémon with a relatively low starting point like Weedle, to reach the same level of other Pokémon requires a lot of resources and the most correct method.

Xia Yan doesn't have any of these now.

It can't be said that there are none, at least in terms of training methods, he has some ideas from the previous world.

And now the most restrictive thing for him is resources, financial resources, and money.

There are only thirty-three yuan in my pocket, enough for myself and Weedle to eat for a few days, which is a problem.

So, after thinking about it for a long time, I finally came back to how to obtain resources.

actually.

He also has an easier option.

That is to let Weedle grow freely. As long as it evolves into Beedrill, it will have a certain basic combat power.

Weedle has an extremely short growth cycle and is arguably one of the fastest evolving Pokémon of all Pokémon.

Then use the evolved Beedrill to find opportunities to capture Pokémon that are easier to cultivate and have a higher limit.

Only in this way, the Breeder who missed the two precious stages of Weedle and Kakuna, and the final Beedrill, is a waste.

Trading a Pokémon for more possibilities?

Perhaps, Xia Yan could have easily made this decision before, but now he looks at Weedle, who is curled up in his arms, full of trust and dependence on him

He gave up.

"We're all bottom in each other's biological chain, but I don't think we'll always be bottom."

Gently stroking Weedle, Xia Yan made a decision.

Find a way to make money!

As a Trainer, what is the fastest way to make money?

As far as Xia Yan's current understanding of the world is concerned, it is a battle!

But wanting to defeat others with a Weedle who was just born and had zero combat experience is tantamount to fooling around.

So he needs to change his mind a little bit.

The idea is already in mind, but only if Weedle has to improve, at least not in the form of a new Pokémon.

Active thoughts consume a lot of energy, and after gradually calming down, drowsiness will follow.

Holding Weedle and leaning against the corner, Xia Yan quickly fell asleep with Courtney's temperature.

A rain, a broken house, a man and a Pokémon.

The beginning of a story.

(End of this chapter)