Heath wore a rather odd expression as he stroked the Poké Ball in his hand. He really had just caught Ralts. Probably only Arceus knew how Heath felt at that moment, because the feeling was simply too strange. Heath had never imagined that he would one day catch a Ralts, let alone one that had never existed in the game world before.
Normally, Ralts was a Psychic and Fairy type, but Heath strongly suspected that his was a Psychic and Ghost type instead. However, even the Pokédex could not identify this one, leaving Heath unable to figure out just what was going on with Ralts. He had just tried scanning Ralts with the Pokédex, only for it to report that there were no Pokémon in front of him.
"That's not right. Could it be that Ralts can't be detected?" Heath took out his Pokédex again, then released Ralts and scanned again.
[Beedrill, Poison Bee Pokémon]
"Huh?" Heath froze, then turned his head and finally noticed a whole swarm of Beedrill charging toward him from a short distance behind him. Frightened, Heath took to his heels. Only once he had made it back to his food truck did they give up. Heath wiped the sweat from his forehead. Beedrill really held grudges, and the worst part was that they moved in groups. Seeing one Beedrill meant that there might be an entire nest nearby. They were the sort that could call in a vanload of backup at any moment during a fight.
On top of that, a single sting hurt a lot, so Heath was not particularly fond of Beedrill.
"Looks like you really can't be detected, little one." Heath looked at Ralts, who was floating quietly and obediently beside him. Although Ralts appeared to be standing, he could