The Boy in Shorts

Route 101.

A path that marked the starting point.

This was where May had sacrificed her bicycle and joined Ash on his journey.

Baimu had assumed there would be few wild Pokémon left on a road traveled by so many rookie trainers. As it turned out, he was wrong.

There might not have been much else, but there were Wurmple aplenty. A careful look through the trees would turn up Cascoon and Silcoon, too.

Venture deeper into the woods, and he might even spot a Beautifly or Dustox.

After all, this was one of the places where Beautifly and their kin stopped to rest and breed during migration.

"Traveling with their companions in search of a better habitat, sometimes for thousands of kilometers..."

Sitting on a large rock beside the road, Baimu read the entry on Beautifly. "And they only come through once a year. Looks like our timing's bad."

He sighed, but Chansey didn't respond.

Puzzled, he turned and found Chansey flat on her back. A Zigzagoon pinned her down on each side while a larger one tried to steal—no, rob her of the egg in her pouch.

Baimu: "..."

The three Zigzagoon, sensing his gaze and turning around: "..."

Chansey: "...Lu, lucky?"

"Telekinesis!"

At his shout, the three Zigzagoon jolted and tried to bolt. Chansey startled too, unleashing a surge of psychic power that trapped them and lifted them into the air.

"You three have some nerve. Is there anyone you won't pick on?"

Baimu walked up to the three panicked Zigzagoon with a cold chuckle, then turned to Chansey. "Why didn't you call out when they were bothering you?"

"Lucky..."

Chansey smiled awkwardly.

The Zigzagoon only wanted her egg; they weren't trying to hurt her trainer. She didn't really mind. A Nutrient Egg was something she could