Chapter 2 The beginning of the story (rewrite)

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In the rain.

Natsu wearing ill-fitting clothes, kicking ill-fitting shoes, with half a loaf of bread in his mouth, and Weedle on his shoulders, he walked out of the alley.

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

The ferocity with which Natsu directed him just now, and the unquestionable nature, made him a little scary.

As if aware of Weedle's mind, Natsu took the bread, tore a piece, and handed it to Weedle on his shoulder.

"Wee"

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

Natsu Gently stroked his back, the seemingly smooth carapace had subtle fluff that could not be easily detected, Weedle narrowed his eyes and seemed to enjoy it.

"Eat, you did a great job just now." Natsu complimented softly.

'After I had food in my stomach, my cramping stomach finally got relief, and my limbs finally got some strength.'

"Wee!"

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

Weedle is a Bug Type Pokémon, and weedles can survive simply by eating leaves

But if that's the case, the Weedle's ceiling isn't much higher than those of ordinary Beedrills in the woods.

Of course, Pokéblock and Pokémon food are the best choices, but Natsu doesn't have such financial resources now, and 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 of it when he only has a piece of bread left.

The first time meeting, Natsu and Weedle, it wasn't very good for Weedle senses.

But at this moment, Weedle felt Natsu's sincerity.

Weedle look at his bread, he gently rubbed Natsu's neck as a gesture.

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 Natsu used to be.

Feeling the cold touch on his neck, Natsu 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 Scar and his two croni.

A crumpled bill, a few coins.

The number is not much, only 33 total.

It is the most he has ever won since he was a child.

But, It's just a drop in the bucket for training Pokémon.

There were few people on the street in the rain.

Natsu walked all the way out of the bustling city to a dilapidated house on the edge of the city.

The house was piled high with debris, a big hole in the roof, and a lot of dry straw piled in the corners. This was Natsu's home.

Shabby and messy.

But better than rained on.

Raise a fire.

Sit quietly in front of the campfire, let the flames bring a touch of warmth to his cold body, and also to dry the clothes on his body.

Weedle looked happy.

He crawling around.

With arefully he drew closer to the fire, curious about what the red hot thing is, his tail is so close, and the result is burnt, and his mouth is squatted in grievance.

But soon he forget about it.

Smooshed to under the broken roof, the rainwater gathered in the cracks in the house, Weedle stuck out his tongue and licked the cold rainwater, shivering.

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

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

"Woo" Weedle moaned.

After doing this, he ran to the piled stone moor, proud like a brave man who has climbed a mountain, ran to Natsu's side again, sniffed the straw on the ground, picked up one, and lightly he took a nibble, it definitely didn't taste good, and he quickly spit it out.

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

Finally he tired, he found a comfortable position in Natsu's arms, curled up and fell asleep.

Looking at the tired Weedle, Natsu smiled helplessly.

Rolled up a piece of clothing and gently covered him.

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

Natsu continued to watch the throbbing campfire.

Fire flickered in his eyes.

He was thinking.

How to survive in this world and how to use your own advantages.

Back to his world?

If there is an opportunity, he will consider it, but if not, don't waste extra energy.

Looking down at the quiet Weedle.

The favorite sentence of PM fans in the past life flashed through his mind.

There are no trash Pokémons, only trash Trainers.

'That's a good point, if I'll start with the Royal Three.'

Of course there are options.

Maybe it's a joke, but it also proves that there are too many possibilities for Pokémon.

Weedle is a Pokémon with low Species Strength, low Ability, and weak combat power. He isn't even as good as his close relative, Catterpie.

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

Weedle's final evolution, Beedrill, is also represented by weak Pokémon.

The Beedrill in the hands of Team Rocket Boss Giovanni is a typical example of a strongest Beedrill species.

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

Beat the Elite and the champion, that's the basic exercise.

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

But Pokémon are one thing, Training are another.

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

Natsu 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 33 Coins in his pocket, enough to feed himself and Weedle for a few days, which is a problem.

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

Actually.

He has an easier option.

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

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

And then use the evolved Beedrill to find opportunities to conquer Pokémon that are easier to cultivate and have a higher ceiling.

It's just that, if you miss the two precious stages of Weedle and Kakuna, is a waste.

More possibilities for a Pokémon?

Perhaps, Natsu could have easily made this decision before, but now watching Weedle huddled in his arms, full of trust and dependence on him

He gave up.

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

Stroking Weedle lightly, Natsu made a decision.

Find a way to make money!

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

So far as Natsu knows about the world, it's a battle!

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

So he needs to change his mind a bit.

The idea is already in mind, but only if Weedle makes progress.

The active mind consumes a lot of energy, and as it gradually subsides, sleepiness sets in.

Holding Weedle and leaning against the wall, Natsu quickly fell asleep by the warmth of the campfire.

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

The beginning of a story.

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(end of this chapter)