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The next day.
The bright sun woke up a sleeping Natsu.
When he woke up, his spirit was obviously much better, and his body did not feel any discomfort, fortunately yesterday's rain did not make him catch a cold and get sick. This was a good start.
"Wee."
Weedle, who woke up early, dragged leaves from somewhere near his feet.
Weedle grabbed Natsu's pants, signaling that these leaves were for him.
Natsu smiled.
"Thank you." He took the leaves, tore off a few pieces, and put them in his mouth in front of Weedle's expectant little eyes.
Chewing.
The bitter taste spread in his mouth, stimulating his tongue and also stimulating his empty stomach.
Weedle narrowed his eyes and raised his head high, waiting for Natsu's praise.
Natsu did not disappoint Weedle, after swallowing it, he rubbed Weedle's back while smiling.
"Thank you, Weedle, this is delicious."
"Wee." Weedle nodded cheerfully.
Natsu gave Weedle food yesterday, and in return, Weedle went out to look for food early.
Even so, these leaves did not taste good in Natsu's mouth.
But this is a good start, that Weedle has accepted Natsu's presence and shared the food that is so precious to him.
And Natsu was kind enough not to argue with this, not to tell Weedle that human and Pokémon food were different.
According to him, hanging out with Pokémon is much easier than hanging out with people who were only interested in certain things in his previous life.
"New day, new beginning, Weedle, we will work hard." Natsu stood up and patted off the dust and grass.
"Weedleee!" Weedle nodded in agreement.
Natsu lifted Weedle onto his shoulder.
Exit the ruined house and walk towards the center of Saffron City.
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Natsu's mood was not as good as it had been this morning.
"Sorry sir, after review, you do not meet the minimum standards for an Alliance Trainer. Please contribute more to the Alliance and become a registered Trainer as soon as possible."
This wasn't the first time this had happened in this building, the shabbily dressed Natsu was turned away by the staff with a stiff smile.
After confirming his identity and carefully observing his clothes and appearance, the staff's only response was this sentence.
Not up to standard, much to be donated to the Alliance.
"So what does it mean to meet the standards?" Natsu was still a little reluctant to give up.
But the people queuing behind him couldn't stand it.
"Meet the standards?, dressed like a beggar, with a lousy Weedle and trying to register to become an Alliance registered Trainer, did you take the wrong medicine?"
Natsu turned his head, and behind him was an expensively dressed social "elite" woman with a large feather around her neck, looking at him with disdain, and beside her was a thirteen or fourteen year old child who was playing with a Poke Ball in his hand.
Seeing Natsu's cold gaze, the look of contempt on the woman's face grew even greater.
"What are you looking at?"
Natsu stood up, expressionless, and stepped aside.
The woman pouted, patted the chair in annoyance, took out a handkerchief, put it on the chair, and pulled her child to sit down.
"Hello Sir, I would like to apply to be a Trainer for my son, here are his two Pokemon, Mankey and Machop, here are my bank statements for the past five years. Here are my donation certificates in his name. And most importantly, his ten-year Pokemon reserve, and some other things."
The woman took out a stack of well-prepared documents from her briefcase.
Unprofessional expressions finally appeared on the staff's faces.
"Please wait a moment."
Natsu's expression remained the same after pausing for a moment, but Weedle on his shoulder could feel the pent-up anger within him, as well as his disapproval of the Alliance's system.
Weedle rubbed his neck gently.
Natsu sighed and said lightly, "I'm fine." He turned and left.
Behind him, he could still hear faintly, "Smelly brat, from now on you will be a Trainer, tomorrow I will send you to the Pokémon School. Pay attention and study hard. Otherwise, you will grow up to be the same person as before."
Exit the Trainer building.
The warm sun shone on his body, but it did not reach his cold heart.
Two Pokémon are the foundation, bank cash flow is proof of financial strength, donations are a contribution to the Alliance, and Pokémon reserves after ten years are the Starter Pokémon's right to receive.
A slightly sarcastic smile appeared on his face without him realizing it.
"This is another 'Shit' world."
Weedle tilted his head, his small eyes confused, not understanding what Natsu meant.
"It's okay, even though I had a little hope at first, I was slapped hard by reality."
He started walking.
The Alliance System was more realistic than he had imagined.
His trip to the Trainer building was initially just a trial run.
After all, if you can get Alliance certified registered Trainer status, it will make it much easier on the Trainer's path.
At least, Pokémon Centers are free to use, and there's free lodging.
It can only be said that the final result was unexpected.
Natsu stops by the shop.
He spent some coins to buy some food, most of them were foods that were easy to store and could fill the stomach, mostly bread.
Even though it doesn't taste good, it shouldn't be a problem if you eat it for two or three days.
And all he had to do was find a profitable job within two or three days.
In order not to waste time, Natsu endures his suffering and kills time by taking the bus and returning to his remote and dilapidated residence on the outskirts of the city.
In order not to waste time, Natsu suppressed his annoyance and boarded the bus and returned to his remote and dilapidated residence on the outskirts of the city.
Seeing that there were only a few coins left in his pocket, he started to think about whether he wanted to find some opportunities and reasons to find Scar and his henchmen again.
"Forget it, don't waste time."
Time was not only of the essence for him now, but even more so for Weedle, who had a very short development period.
Walk straight to the small forest behind the house.
For the safety of Saffron City residents, Saffron City Gym collaborates with several Saffron City Rangers to clean the surrounding forest regularly.
So it's relatively safe in the forest.
Stepping on the soft grass and leaves, each step made a rustling sound, making Weedle feel new, wriggling and looking happy.
Staring at Weedle trying to bite his own tail, Natsu's smile slowly faded and he turned serious.
"Weedle, I will train you for three days. It's about whether we can get a suitable job after three days."
Hearing Natsu's voice turn serious, Weedle stopped and looked at him.
His eyes were a little confused.
Natsu crouched down and said earnestly: "This will be very tiring and difficult, and you can give up at any time, but I will accompany you to train together, so you have to be serious, okay?"
Weedle nodded absentmindedly.
"Okay, now, see that tree? We're going to run there and back here, as many times as we can!"
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(end of this chapter)