After driving off the punks, Young Master Mao strode casually up to Sharpedo.
Thinking he would heal him first, Young Master Mao stretched out his right hand. Come on~ Have a dose of my great healing spell...
"Wait, this Pokémon has a vicious temperament. You'd better not..." A young man with center-parted hair and a headband stepped out from the side, but his mouth dropped open in surprise before he could finish.
Gary's right hand was already pressed against Sharpedo's body. Sharpedo shivered slightly, then looked blissfully relaxed, the fin at his side twitching comfortably~
Watching the green light in Gary's hand, the young man's whole worldview shattered. What was that... holy light?
"Well~ Don't look so surprised. These days, it's hard to get by without a few superpowers~" Gary's eyes lit up, and he offered an explanation.
Wasn't this boy in a green short-sleeved shirt and headband Tracey, the very person he had come to the Orange Islands to find?
"Um, I have some Potions here. I can help." After a moment's thought, Tracey crouched down as well and helped Gary treat Sharpedo's wounds.
After the two of them worked for a while, Sharpedo's condition finally stabilized.
Breathing heavily, Sharpedo stared at Gary, seemingly wanting to say something.
"We'll talk in a bit~" Gary winked at Sharpedo, then took out a Poké Ball and put him inside for the time being.
Sharpedo did not resist at all. The extraordinary affinity with Pokémon granted by the Viridian Force made him willing to trust Gary, a human.
"To think such a hot-tempered Pokémon would trust you so much. You really are the Indigo League champion," Tracey praised him admiringly.
Beside Gary, Tyranitar folded his little hands and rolled his eyes. *Vicious? Is he more vicious than me? Don't you see how