"This little guy is too arrogant. He thinks being a Legendary Pokémon means he can look down on other Pokémon, but the problem is, you haven't even grown up yet." Heath looked helplessly at the burned Lugia, then put him into his Poké Ball. Heath still had to take him to the Pokémon Center. If he hadn't been worried about the injuries worsening, he wouldn't have used the Poké Ball. Devices like these could forcibly keep a Pokémon's injuries in check, helping keep them alive, but if the injuries were too severe or treatment was delayed too long, they were useless too. Naturally, he had to get him to the Pokémon Center quickly.
"I want to fight a real Lugia." Excitement shone in Charizard's eyes. He was getting worked up, his blood surging and his fighting spirit soaring. Heath glanced at Charizard. It seemed the fight had whetted his appetite. But a real Lugia?
Heath had no intention of refusing Charizard. After all, Charizard had an extremely strong fighting spirit. An ordinary trainer might have been delighted to have a Pokémon like a wild beast, unafraid of death or injury and desperately hungry for victory. The problem was that Heath wasn't an ordinary trainer. He had little interest in challenging Gyms, so naturally, Charizard had been left somewhat unsatisfied.
"All right." Heath agreed outright. Lugia's parents had said they would reward Heath for looking after their son. Heath figured he could ask them to battle Charizard instead. That would be pretty good too, with no problems.
Heath's Food Truck soon arrived at the Pokémon Center. When Nurse Joy saw the injured Pokémon, her cute, large eyes widened even further. Then she looked warily at Heath, reaching behind her as though she intended to call the police. Heath didn't know whether