Heath had once obtained an ability that let him converse with Pokémon of a randomly selected type. The ability he had rolled back then allowed him to understand Grass-type Pokémon and talk to them. The problem was that Heath rarely encountered Grass-type Pokémon. This might also have had something to do with their role. Compared with Fire-type Pokémon, which were generally used as starter Pokémon for battling, Grass-type Pokémon leaned more toward everyday industries. They were particularly common in agriculture, and caring for flowers and plants was also their specialty.
So Heath really had not met many Grass-type Pokémon. Only after hearing Rowlet's voice did he remember that Rowlet was actually a Grass-type Pokémon, which was why he could understand what Rowlet said.
"Huh? Why can I understand you?" Rowlet stopped struggling and looked at Heath in confusion as it asked. Clearly, its little head could not make sense of why it could understand a human, or why that human could understand it.
"You couldn't before?" Heath's expression grew even stranger. Most Pokémon were actually very intelligent. These clever little creatures could understand human speech. Otherwise, why would Ash's cries of "Dodge!" or "Hang in there!" and the like produce such miraculous results in his Pokémon every time? Rowlet, however, did not seem to be like that.
"I could understand some of it, but not most of it. When my old Trainer put me in a cardboard box and threw me out, what he said most was stuff like, 'Why can't you evolve?'" Rowlet shook its head, looking a little dejected. Heath froze for a moment, then looked at Rowlet. Had this little one been abandoned because it could not evolve? But that should not have been the case. Heath remembered Rowlet's evolution being fairly straightforward, with no need for