8 Chapter Eight

Ever wonder what it's like to be so unamused that you wonder if there are going to be consequences if you kill someone?

Well, imagine me right now.

"Get up slowly, no funny business."

Like, seriously. Who the hell do these people think they are... and is that a pocket knife?

I looked at the group of idiots who were, in fact, holding knives, and one bat...

Oh god, they were serious.

I took a deep breath and stood up, no funny business, as instructed. Ceruledge wasn't even concerned about me they were so nonthreatening.

They were wearing black bandanas around their mouths, in an attempt to hide their identity.

"Hand over your money and Pokemon and we might let you go!"

The leader, who was the one holding the bat yelled. Since these grounds were a beginner area, it would be safe to assume that these four idiots were robbing children of their started and money...

I hummed and reached inside my coat.

My meal was disturbed, but I would get to that in a moment.

"Hey! No funny-"

The sound of a silenced shot rang in the clearing as one of them dropped to the ground with a bullet hole in between his eyes.

The others seemed too stunned that someone would shoot them with an actual gun to react. It was sad how fast they dropped.

Unconcerned, I unclipped the magazine and looked at the bullet count, Still had eight bullets, nice.

"Ceruledge, Get rid of their bodies if you would."

My shadow pulsed as the knight rose out of it, the flames on his hands intensifying as he did so. As the fire raged, I sat down and continued eating my dinner to then resume my march toward the first gym.

I bit down one of the barries that were practically leftovers from yesterday and hummed, looking at the passing clouds, ignoring the heat that remained from the four patches of ash that now remained of the idiots.

It's been so long that I forgot what it was like dealing with normal thugs. Being in a gunfight every other day was enough to make you forget that not everyone had a pistol to shoot at you.

Was it wise to kill them? No, not really, but there was one rule in the wilds. What happens in the forest, stays in the forest... Or so I hope.

That was still a rule, right?

Hearing a grunt from my side, I glanced over to see Ceruledge with crossed eyes looking at me curiously, to which I just shrugged.

"Man, don't rush me, I'll get there when I get there. I'm on vacation, and trust me, I'm not too keen on becoming a champion in a month."

He gave his own equivalent of a huff and sank back into my shadow. Chuckling a little, I finished off the fruit and threw the remains into the tree line. The bug types would take care of that.

Stretching out my arms, I shoved them in my pockets and continued my way toward Oreburgh City. Taking out my phone, I checked what kind of gym awaited me and raised an eyebrow at the rock typing, The last time I fought the first gym in Sinnoh, I remember it being a flying type.

Wonder if the new champion changed the gym or did someone take over through a challenge... were those even a thing anymore?

Tucking the phone back into my pants pocket, I paid attention to the road in front of me.

Soon enough, the walls of the city were visible in the distance, causing me to raise an eyebrow. I've seen defenses around buildings, but these were more... I don't know, lightweight? They were more suited for small Pokemon. Back then, the ammunition that was used in the raids could crack my Blastoise's shell at the time, but that wasn't important.

Right now, I could see the lack of any heavy artillery on the walls to prevent any rampaging Pokemon that might be fully evolved.

But I could see the practicality too, Since the smaller ammunition was easier to produce, they could make them in bulk, meaning, the gym leader could take care of the stronger opponents while the weaker ones were mowed down easily. Still, to have no countermeasures in case the Gym leader was taken out was just sad.

When I went on this journey, I never thought that my hope in humanity's common sense would die so slowly.

"Maybe I need therapy..."

I mumbled, rubbing the bridge of my nose when my hand threatened to grab the handle of my handgun when I heard a faint sound coming from the treeline, only to spot a Kricketot looking at me curiously.

Yeah, I needed therapy, but I would rather repair a train with a steam engine in my free time than go anywhere near a therapy session.

Been there, done that, did not help at all.

Keeping my thoughts to myself, I entered the city in search of a gym... Only to find out that I had to wait for a week for my battle...

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