Outskirts of Green Grass Town.
Mewa carefully picked her way forward over the grass beneath her feet.
To be clear, it wasn't that she didn't care about the lawn. It was just that—
Aside from the lawn, which was barely passable, there wasn't a road anywhere nearby.
Not only was there no road, but she had been chased by Beedrill, toyed with by Venonat, and bullied by Pokémon the entire way.
"Ah—!! How can I be this unlucky?!"
Mewa carried her favorite little bag. The legs of her jeans and the beloved little leather shoes on her feet were all covered in mud.
She sighed and took out a little handkerchief to wipe the sweat from her forehead. She was utterly dejected. Even the Oshawott beside her had been hit by Sleep Powder and returned to its Poké Ball.
"Let's rest for a while." Mewa carefully checked whether any Pokémon were napping beneath her—Electric-type Pokémon as small as Joltik generally liked to hide there.
If she sat down right on top of one, she might not get hit by a Thunderbolt, but a few hundred volts was probably still guaranteed.
"It would be pretty nice if we were having a picnic." Mewa hugged her knees, listening to the sounds of nature around her and enjoying the refreshing breeze. Suddenly, she felt that she didn't dislike it quite so much after all. At least this freedom and peace were very pleasant. "Well, it's not bad."
She had just prepared to take a sandwich from her backpack when she heard faint voices coming from behind her.
"Is the information genuine?" a very deep voice asked faintly.
"Yeah, that's right." The icy reply seemed to lower the surrounding temperature by several degrees. "You've heard the legends about the Giant Pokémon in the mist,