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In the rain.
Natsu, wearing ill-fitting clothes, ill-fitting shoes, half a loaf of bread in his mouth, and a Weedle on his shoulder, walked out of the alley.
Weedle's small eyes stared at the bread in his mouth, swallowing slowly, but he didn't dare to say anything.
The violence that Natsu gave him earlier, and his unquestionable nature, scared him a little.
As if realizing Weedle's thoughts, Natsu took the bread, tore it, and handed it to Weedle on his shoulder.
"Wee"
Weedle called out softly, blinking his little eyes, as if asking, 'Is this for me?'
Natsu stroked his back gently, his smooth looking body had fine fur that was not easily visible, Weedle narrowed his eyes and seemed to enjoy it.
"Eat it, you did a great job earlier." Praise Natsu softly.
'After there was food in my stomach, my stomach cramps finally felt relieved, and my limbs finally gained strength.'
"Wee!"
Hearing him say that, Weedle rolled his eyes with a happy smile, and ate it in small bites.
Weedle is a Bug-Type Pokémon, and can survive solely by eating leaves.
But even if that were the case, Weedle's potential would not be much higher than that of a normal Beedrill in the forest.
Of course, Pokéblocks and Pokémon food were the best options, but Natsu didn't have that much financial resources right now, and this piece of bread was his most prized possession.
People say, true love is not seeing how much he can give when he is rich, but seeing if he will give something even if he also lacks.
The first time they met, Weedle was a little scared of Natsu.
But at this moment, Weedle felt Natsu's sincerity.
Weedle looked at the bread, then he gently rubbed Natsu's neck as a thank you.
Pokémon are very simple creatures. Despite their great power, their minds are not complicated. It is very clear who is good to them and who is not good to them.
At least Weedle has now forgotten what Natsu used to be like.
Feeling the touch on his neck, Natsu smiled.
He put the rest of the bread into his mouth in one bite, not a single crumb falling from his fingertips.
He quickly adapted to his current identity.
Maybe because of the rapid consolidation of memories.
He took a handful of money from his pocket, which he had "borrowed" from Scar and his two cronies.
A crumpled piece of money, a few coins.
There aren't many of them, just a few in total.
It was the most wins he had ever achieved since he was a child according to his predecessor's memories.
But, that's just a drop in the pond to train Pokémon.
There were some people on the street when it was raining.
Natsu walks out of the bustling city towards a dilapidated house on the outskirts of town.
The house was full of rubble, a large hole in the roof, and lots of dry straw piled up in the corners. This was Natsu's house.
Dirty and messy.
But better than rain.
Natsu lit a fire, and sat quietly in front of the campfire, letting the fire provide a touch of warmth to his cold body, and also to dry the clothes that stuck to his body.
Weedle looked happy.
He crawled.
Cautiously he approached the fire, curious about the red-hot object, his tail was so close, and the result was that it was burned, and his mouth gaped open in pain.
Trapped under the broken roof, rainwater collecting in the cracks of the house, Weedle stuck out his tongue and licked the cold rainwater while shivering.
Then, as if thinking about something, he dipped his tail into the rain.
The cold soothed the faint pain in his tail, and he narrowed his eyes in comfort.
"Wee," erang Weedle.
After finishing, he ran to the pile of rocks, arrogantly like a brave man who had just climbed a mountain, ran to Natsu's side again, sniffed the straw on the ground, picked one up, and slowly bit into it, the taste must not be good, then he immediately spat it out.
A newborn baby is like a curious baby, curious about everything in the slum house.
Finally tired, he found a comfortable position in Natsu's arms, curled up and fell asleep.
Looking at the sleeping Weedle, Natsu smiled helplessly.
Roll up a piece of clothing and cover it gently.
Weedle twisted his body unconsciously, burying himself completely into the warm clothes, and his closed eyes showed a curve.
Natsu continued to watch the pulsing campfire.
Fire flashed in his eyes.
He is thinking.
How to survive in this world and how to take advantage of the advantages you have.
Back to his world?
If there is an opportunity, he will consider it, but if not, don't waste extra energy.
He looked at Weedle.
PM's favorite line from his past life crossed his mind.
"There are no trash Pokémon, only trash Trainers."
'That's a good point, if I start with the Starter Trio.'
Of course there are options.
It may be a joke, but it also proves that there are too many possibilities for Pokémon.
Weedle is a Pokémon with low Species Power, low Ability, and weak combat power. It is not even as good as its close relative, Catterpie.
But there is no denying that Weedle has certain growth limits.
Weedle's final evolution, Beedrill, is also considered a weak Pokémon.
The Beedrill in the hands of Team Rocket Boss Giovanni is a typical example of the strongest Beedrill species.
Of course, it was created after the collection of countless resources.
Additionally, Beedrill has a Mega Evolution which means this Pokémon can have even higher abilities.
But Pokémon is one thing, Training is another.
Training a Pokémon, especially a Pokémon like Weedle with a relatively low starting point, to reach the same height as other Pokémon requires a lot of resources and the most appropriate methods.
Natsu has none of these now.
It can't be said that there isn't any, at least in terms of training methods, he has some ideas from his world.
And now the most limiting thing for him is resources and money.
There were only few Coins in his pocket, enough to feed himself and Weedle for a few days, which was a problem.
So, after thinking about it for a long time, he finally came back to the way of obtaining resources.
Actually.
He had an easier choice.
That is to let Weedle evolve, as long as he evolves into Beedrill, he will have a certain basic combat power.
Weedle has a very short growth cycle and is arguably one of the fastest evolving Pokémon.
Then use the evolved Beedrill to find opportunities to conquer Pokémon that are easier to breed and have higher potential.
However, if you miss the two valuable stages of Weedle and Kakuna, it would be a waste.
More possibilities for Pokémon?
Perhaps, Natsu could have easily made this decision before, but now seeing Weedle curled up in his arms, full of trust and dependence on him,
He gave up.
"We are all the lowest in each other's order, but I don't think we will always be the lowest."
While gently stroking Weedle, Natsu made a decision.
Find ways to make money!
As a Trainer, what is the quickest way to make money?
As far as Natsu knows about the world, it's a battle!
But wanting to defeat others with a newborn Weedle that had no combat experience whatsoever was simply playing around.
So he needed to change his mind a little bit.
The idea is already in mind, but only if Weedle makes progress.
An active mind absorbs a lot of energy, and as that energy slowly fades, sleepiness begins to set in.
Carrying Weedle and leaning against the wall, Natsu soon fell asleep near the warmth of the campfire.
Rain, a broken house, a man and a Pokémon.
The beginning of a story.
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(end of this chapter)