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Late autumn.
Withered and yellow leaves fell from the sky, adding color to the rough streets.
In a dark alley in Saffron City.
Among the messy piles of rubbish, in that dirty and smelly place, there was a body lying.
Pale face, tattered clothes, and bare feet covered in mud, with a red and white ball on his chest.
The figure just remained silent, even his heartbeat was silent.
Suddenly.
bdump-
The heartbeat started beating again, the body's eyelids opened, and it suddenly sat up from the ground while gasping for breath.
His eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of gray mist filled with confusion, and gradually became clear.
Memories came flooding into his brain, inadvertently affecting his consciousness.
Soon, he gradually understood the situation.
His name is Natsu. He was born into a poor family in Saffron City. His parents died early due to overwork.
Since birth, his goal was only one, to live.
And now, the real Natsu has died, and woken up again as a different person, someone from a far away world.
"I, am still alive?" In disbelief, he looked at his body.
Mud all over his body, visible ribs, and a Poke Ball in his slightly stiff hand.
Through the clear color, a tiny figure can be seen.
"Pokemon."
Tick tick.
The sky suddenly drizzled, covering the entire city.
Raindrops fell on his thin body, and the cold immediately penetrated his bones, bit by bit taking away the remaining body temperature.
A biting coldness enveloped his consciousness.
Natsu felt cramps in his stomach and his lips were dry.
But compared to that, what worried him the most was the bone-chilling cold.
He reached out his hand, collected the rainwater and put it in his mouth, which relieved his dry mouth a little.
"I can't go on like this. I need food, shelter, and warm clothes."
Natsu knew exactly where he was right now.
This weak body was unable to withstand anything, not even a light drizzle.
"Big bro, he just ran here"
Suddenly.
A voice passed through the curtain of drizzle and entered Natsu's ears.
It was just a few quick steps.
Natsu narrowed his eyes, propped his knees firmly, and staggered to his feet, the soles of his feet slowly losing feeling and becoming stiff.
Three figures were seen from afar starting to approach.
Quickly appeared in front of Natsu.
The leader was a fierce-looking man with a terrible scar on his face, and his sharp gaze seemed capable of devouring people.
Greed became unstoppable as his eyes fell on the Poke Ball in Natsu's hand.
"Brother, that's him!" The boy next to the scarred man looked arrogant and pointed at Natsu, his narrow eyes gleaming, and the depths of his eyes were also full of greed.
Scar, a man Natsu knows.
He is a gangster who roams this street. Because of his cruel and arrogant behavior, he is considered the leader of several gangsters.
But in the end, he was just one of the lowliest people in Saffron City.
The only way to change the fate of the poor people is to get Pokémon and enter the Trainer business.
Trainer are the mainstream of this world.
And Pokémon is the hardest fist in the world.
Without Pokémon, they are just a group of people struggling to survive.
And now, Natsu has a Poke Ball in his hand!
Scar clenched his fists and walked towards Natsu with a sharp gaze.
With his current weak body, he wouldn't be able to withstand any blows.
There are no words,
For lowly people like them, whether they fight for land or food, their fists are the truth.
Natsu knows this.
Seeing Scar getting closer, he tightened the Poke Ball in his hand.
This Poke Ball was indeed unpredictable, but it was also a chance to change his fate, and it was the only thing he could rely on right now.
His mouth opened slightly, and while taking a breath, he pressed the button on the Poke Ball.
Along with the red light, the Poke Ball opened, a small brownish yellow Pokemon appeared.
Weedle.
A very common Pokemon.
For Trainers, Weedles are synonymous with the weak, while for ordinary humans, Weedles live in groups and are poisonous, and they are an inviolable existence in the forest.
Such a weak Pokémon was not even as big as Scar's fist, and was not popular among Trainers, but had become gold in the eyes of these low-level residents.
Seeing Weedle, Scar is shocked at first, but is quickly overshadowed by greed.
Desire can distort one's perception.
"Do you know what kind of Pokemon this is? Do you know how to command Pokemon?" He said with a harshness filled with mockery.
A Trainer is not only someone who owns Pokémon, but also needs appropriate theoretical knowledge, understands Pokémon's abilities, habits, and personalities, and knows how to command them to battle and exert their power.
In Scar's eyes, someone like Natsu had almost used up all his energy just to live, how could he possibly understand Pokémon, let alone command Pokémon to fight.
Even though it's just a very common Weedle.
Natsu's face remained neutral without any change in emotion.
Through the memories of his predecessors, he already understood that this world was indeed a Pokémon world, but not the utopian Pokémon world he had in mind.
Here, humans are buried in the mouths of ferocious Pokémon, and not a few humans make Pokémon food on the dining table.
There is no absolute friendship between people.
In his previous life, he was not a good person. He was well aware of the evils of human nature, so he quickly adapted to the current situation.
"Weedle, String Shot," Natsu said coldly, his voice weak but firm.
Hearing his command, Weedle fell silent for a moment, then turned to look for the source of the sound.
Weedlev's eyes met Natsu's undeniable gaze.
His body was shaking slightly.
Scar was surprised at first, but when he saw Weedle's reaction, his smile became even more cruel.
Scar took a big step and rushed over, Scar's fist getting closer.
But Natsu stood still, or couldn't move, just commanded again,
"String Shot!"
ssss-
Suddenly.
When Scar's fist was only inches away from his face, a thin white thread quickly appeared and wrapped around the fist.
Scar was shocked.
He wanted to continue exerting force, but found that the silk threads Weedle spat out were tightly wrapped around his fist, making it difficult for him to continue moving.
Natsu took a step back, and his voice was heard again.
"Weedle, Poison Sting."
Wusss! Wusss! Wusss!
The sharp corners on Weedle's head lit up with a purple halo, and several poisons shining with cold light shot out, sinking into Scar's hand.
In an instant, Scar's face turned red, and beads of sweat came out of his forehead, his hand was hit by Poison Sting, and purple circles quickly spread and swelled.
Poisoning.
The poison spread quickly, and Scar staggered, falling in front of Natsu.
With Weedle's current abilities and poison, he wouldn't die, but he would lose his mobility.
Seeing this, the two people behind him immediately ran.
But they heard Natsu's faint voice, "Run?"
Both of them stopped suddenly, turned around stiffly, and looked flattered.
"brother, this..."
"Yes, this...
Before they could finish speaking, Natsu interrupted, "Money, food, clothes, or death, choose."
His fragile body gave off an undeniable coldness.
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(end of this chapter)