Not long after catching her target, Annie did not rush to put Tibbers away. After all, the people in this world would only see him as a magical beast called a "Pokémon," so as long as there was no risk of causing chaos or attracting a crowd, she naturally let him stand guard at her side like a door god while she fiddled with the Poké Ball containing "Dragonite."
However...
"??"
"How strange! Why isn't it coming out?"
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After fiddling with it for quite a while, and even shaking it vigorously, Annie discovered that the Dragonite she had caught was actually hiding inside the Poké Ball and refusing to come out.
"Is it broken?"
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With no other choice, she had to ask the young lady named Misty standing nearby for help, hoping the other girl knew what was going on.
"Oh my god!"
"Annie!"
"Are you really a Pokémon Trainer?"
"That was way too reckless!"
Staring dumbfounded at Annie's bizarre behavior, Misty was naturally utterly astonished. Then, seeing the pleading look in Annie's eyes, she sighed, stepped forward, stopped Annie from trying to pry open the Poké Ball, and patiently explained:
"Pokémon are also called Pocket Monsters, Pocket Pokémon, monsters, magical pets, and many other things. They have a lot of different names."
"But no matter what they're called, they're different from humans!"
"After they're injured or fall unconscious, they can only slowly recover by resting inside a Poké Ball, or recover quickly with a Pokémon healing machine or the help of a Pokémon doctor at a Pokémon Center."
"So!"
"Before it recovers from its injuries and wakes up on its own, there's no way for you to make it come out. Forcing it out will only lead to even more serious consequences."
To be honest, although Annie's