Hunter C, a poacher specializing in Ghost-type Pokémon, ranked among the top ten on the League's wanted list. His crimes were countless, yet he had always remained at large.
No one knew his real name, and no one knew where he came from. All they knew was his hunter codename—Hunter C.
He was around forty or fifty years old, yet he looked like a decrepit old man of eighty or ninety.
His shriveled skin clung tightly to his bones, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, and his cheekbones jutted out. His entire body was hunched over like a rotting piece of deadwood.
The Trainers who had seen him and lived to return all described him the same way: he looked like a walking corpse.
And the cause of it all was the Ghost-type Pokémon he was so proud of.
The power of Ghost-type Pokémon came with an enormous price.
Those beings formed from souls, resentment, and negative emotions instinctively absorbed the Life Energy of living creatures around them.
This absorption was beyond the Pokémon's control. It made no distinction between friend and foe, day and night.
Trainers who spent every day alongside Ghost-type Pokémon would have their vitality drained away bit by bit, even if they did nothing at all.
That was why Hunter C, though only in his forties or fifties, already had one foot in the grave.
But Hunter C was unwilling to die like this. He had spent most of his life painstakingly acquiring such great power, yet had no chance to enjoy it. How could he possibly accept that?
He spent years searching through all kinds of books, all to find a way to prolong his life.
In the end, he really did find one.
Celebi—the Mythical Pokémon said to travel through time and space, possessing