The sea breeze brushed past, and the ship rocked. On my way to the meeting, I read through my notes.
"Mom! Look, I caught a Gyarados!"
I stole a glance at the little boy to my left... at the game console in his hands.
How nostalgic. I'd played that right up until graduation. A lot of the information had been updated, and the games were already on their fifth generation. In the games, anyone could be the protagonist, a Clefairy master, but a game was still just a game.
Boom! Suddenly, my backside bounced off the seat.
"Attention, passengers! There is a school of Gyarados ahead. Please follow instructions, put on your protective clothing, and hold tightly to the handrails!"
The female crew member frowned nervously as she directed the passengers.
"I'm going to see the Gyarados!" See? This was what getting hooked on games did to you.
The little boy who'd been holding the game console had run out onto the deck in the blink of an eye.
"Chung Chung, don't!" his mother immediately shouted.
Bang!
The next second,
"Chung Chung!!!"
Only the game console fell onto the deck.
"Get the trainers here, now!"
"Ma'am, please return to your seat!"
"Wah... ahh! Chung... Chung Chung!"
Panic broke out everywhere, and the crew member sent out a Golduck to protect the passengers. Looking at its slippery skin made me so uneasy that I turned my head away.
The mother's cries, the passengers' fear-this was reality.
The games taught basic information: weight, length, habitat, evolution methods... but avoided any mention of the dangers.
Soon, several trainers in black uniforms arrived on Swellow and Pidgeot and drove off the Gyarados.
I had no Pokémon with me, so there was nothing I could do.
"That's why I say the government needs to take