When Sceptile regained consciousness, it opened its eyes to find that freak who had knocked it out with an elbow—someone who barely seemed human—sharpening a kitchen knife against a stone.
The rasping sound of blade against stone made Sceptile's hairs stand on end. Some kind of fragrance hung in the air, and terror completely overwhelmed it as it looked at Su Hao with fear and helplessness.
This was... man as the knife, me as the fish on the chopping block?
After cutting so many fish by the river, had Sceptile's retribution finally come?
Cycloze, carrying back a pile of firewood and adding it to the fragrant pot, made Sceptile's brow twitch wildly.
As if sensing Sceptile's stormy emotions, Su Hao continued sharpening the knife without looking back. "CE King... ah, no, Sceptile, you're overthinking it. I don't have a habit of eating Pokémon."
With that, Su Hao examined the restored sharp edge of the kitchen knife against the sunlight and let go.
But rather than falling as Sceptile had expected, the knife was wrapped in some mysterious force and simply hovered in midair.
Then, Su Hao used Psychic-type power to return the knife to the rack.
Sceptile:!!!!
It knew it!
It had known at first glance that this human wasn't human!
Turning toward the Sceptile lying there blankly, Su Hao frowned slightly. "What are you still lying there for? It's time to eat."
Startled by Su Hao's reminder, Sceptile suddenly realized that nothing strange had been tied around its body and that its movements were not restricted at all.
It... seemed to have subconsciously assumed it would be tied up, so it had never even tried struggling--
Aside from a lingering phantom ache in its chest, even its old injuries and hidden wounds had vanished completely. Its body was so