The Wind Howled, the Birds Cried

"We lost... How could this be..."

The Kidney-Deficient Youth was momentarily stunned, seemingly unable to believe that even after the Charmander evolved, it still lost.

He hurriedly took out Poké Ball, recalled his Charmeleon, and uttered a harsh threat, "You wait! I'll be back."

Then, the person hurriedly left, and ironically, he didn't even head towards the Pokémon Center, but rather towards the outskirts of town.

Some people dream of getting Pokémon but may never have the chance in their lifetime, while others get Starter Pokémon with great potential as their first Pokémon. Even so, there are still many people who don't cherish it.

Dian casually snapped his fingers.

Social issues are a major concern for the League. This ambitious young man, struggling to make ends meet, should focus on taking care of his own stomach first. Please, we fought him, and he wants to run away without leaving anything behind. Is there really such a wonderful thing in this world?

Go out, turn left, cross a few hills, and ask around in the Misty Forest. Is this the kind of person I am, who doesn't even leave a drop of soup for anyone, and is known as the rising third giant of the Misty Forest?

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"

The Kidney-Deficient Youth, Miyagi, suffering from kidney deficiency, casually snapped off a nearby tree branch and waved it around, venting his uncontrollable anger.

He used to be the one mocking and bullying others, when did it become his turn to be bullied, especially by a Grass-type Pokémon!

He reached out and took out the Poké Ball containing Charmeleon, gave it a fierce look, and resolved to avenge this humiliation in the future!

Suddenly, he saw a pretty little girl squatting in front of a slope, doing something.

Miyagi walked over as if possessed, and immediately felt a chill run down his spine. The little girl was tearing apart a pile of his photos with all her might, and then using scissors to cut off each of their heads and limbs.

"Hey! What are you doing with my photos?! And where did you get these photos from?!"

A chill ran through Miyagi for no apparent reason, but it was quickly followed by a fit of rage.

"Whee..."

The little girl remained unmoved and continued cutting out the photos in her hands.

She carefully cut out Miyagi from the photo, starting with her legs, from bottom to top, and finally to her head, slowly cutting her out piece by piece. After cutting out each part, she would laugh happily.

"Hello!"

Miyagi was already feeling a chill run down her spine.

How could a little girl be squatting alone on a hillside, and how could she possibly have a photo of herself in her hand?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

Miyagi slowly reached out to touch the little girl, to see if it was Illusion.

Suddenly!

The little girl turned around on her own, then lowered her head and grabbed one of his arms.

Miyagi felt a chill run through him. He felt the arm that had been grabbed go cold instantly, and the strength he felt was not what a little girl should have.

"Paper-Cutting Person are so boring, cutting Living Person is much more fun."

The soft, childlike voice rang out, but to Miyagi it sounded like the whispers of a devil.

His eyes involuntarily glanced at the scissors, and he was shocked to see a smear of blood.

"Hiss!"

Miyagi began to struggle violently, but the little girl's hands gripped him tightly, like iron clamps.

"Is that right, big brother?!"

The little girl slowly raised her head as she spoke, and by the time she mentioned the older brother, her face was blank, without any features, like a blank sheet of paper.

Slowly, a face identical to Miyagi's appeared on the white paper, except that bloody tears were constantly dripping from its eyes.

"Ah!!!!!"

Miyagi struggled frantically, Rollout around desperately, when suddenly he felt his grip loosen and he tumbled rapidly down the hillside.

With a soft thud, his figure disappeared into the bushes.

"Dream..."

The Misdreavus Yawn, somewhat disappointed. She hadn't had enough fun yet, and the person had already gone down on their own.

The Beedrill beside it gave it a cold glance, then quickly disappeared into the bushes in a few flashes.

The Misdreavus shook its head and followed.

When Miyagi woke up, it was already dark. He found himself hanging naked from a tree, wearing only a pair of shorts, a belt around his neck, and a Poké Ball.

"Damn it!! Who is it?!"

Even if he's stupid, he's finally realized he's been tricked again.

"Cheers! Cheers! Cheers!"

Suddenly, streaks of White Light appeared all around. Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be a flock of Spearow with red wings and brown crests, staring at Miyagi with hostile eyes.

Miyagi immediately fell silent. He sensed something was wrong and shrank back, especially crossing his legs to protect his future.

He glared at the surrounding Spearow and shouted fiercely, "What do you think you're doing! You should know I'm a man with Charmeleon! Be careful, or I'll burn all your feathers off and turn you into bald birds!"

When he shouted "bald bird," something felt off.

The surrounding Spearow's gazes changed, becoming filled with pity for him, and they silently made way for him.

"Gah!!"

A grumpy Fearow slowly emerged. Unlike ordinary Fearow, the messy ring of brown feathers around its chest was gone, as if it had gone bald.

"Oh! It's just a bald, big-mouthed creature..."

"It's obvious, "Miyagi said, suddenly realizing.

"Gah..."

The Fearow- beaked finch's crest grew even brighter, and its eyes became extremely cold.

It flapped its broad wings and gradually raised its vulture-like neck, staring intently at this audacious human who not only occupied its nest but also dared to mock it.

As the saying goes, "Don't hit someone in the face, and don't insult a bird by revealing its shortcomings."

"Hehe... The wind is quite noisy tonight, haha..."

Miyagi chuckled dryly, then began to struggle and cry for help desperately, "Help! Charmeleon, Charmeleon?!! Get out of the Poké Ball and get me out, quick!!"

Unfortunately, the Poké Ball around his neck didn't budge an inch.

"Gah!"

The Fearow squeaked disdainfully, then prepared to "pamper" this clueless human tonight.

Suddenly, a flash of White Light appeared, and a Charmeleon stood between Miyagi and Fearow.

"Aww."

Charmeleon extended its paw, signaling Fearow to wait a moment.

Fearow was taken aback. He had initially thought there would be a tough battle after seeing Charmeleon, but it seemed that wasn't the case.

"Charmeleon, well done! Put me down now, then burn all those dead birds around here until they can't even cry out in despair!"

Miyagi immediately reverted to his Power Trip nature and shouted loudly.

Charmeleon turned around, scanned Miyagi from head to toe, and then a spark appeared at the corner of its mouth.