Snorlax was drawn into the Poké Ball without any trouble. Heath bent down to pick it up, then hefted it in his hand. It was very light, weighing only a little more than an empty Poké Ball, and he could not help marveling at the Pokémon world's incredible technology.
Heath could not remember how much Snorlax weighed, but it was at least a few hundred kilograms. Yet after this Snorlax had been taken inside, the Poké Ball's weight was still perfectly normal. He found that rather baffling.
"Here's to getting along, Snorlax." Smiling, Heath took the Poké Ball back into the food truck, then rummaged through his cupboard and took out a book titled Basic Martial Arts Coaching.
"Trainer, are you going to learn this martial arts stuff?" Zorua hopped onto Heath's shoulder curiously, then touched Snorlax's Poké Ball with her paw, making it roll over once.
"I'd like to, but I'm probably too old to learn now, aren't I?" Heath scratched his head. What Chinese person had not dreamed of becoming a martial artist and a wandering hero as a child?
Especially someone Heath's age. He had practically grown up watching television dramas like The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber, yearning for the martial arts they portrayed. He had never expected that, after coming to the Pokémon world, he would actually have a chance to take up martial arts again.
"Huh? This stuff has an age limit?" Zorua looked at the book in Heath's hand in surprise.
"Of course. Where I'm from, we emphasize building a solid foundation and conditioning your bones and physique from childhood. My bones are almost fully developed now, so training them further wouldn't do much good," Heath said with a chuckle. In truth, he was not all that sure himself, but wasn't that what