"Squirtle..."
"Shush~"
Shrinking in the bush, Sirin quickly covered Squirtle's mouth beside her, signaling it to be quiet.
Squirtle's mouth was covered, so it could only nod slightly to indicate it understood.
In front of them, a buzzing sound continued incessantly.
Sirin's path to becoming a pokemon master encountered a setback before it even began. As soon as she entered a jungle, she saw a small insect crawling on a tree.
Seeing that touch of yellow, Sirin was so excited that she thought she was lucky enough to encounter a shiny Caterpie. Without hesitation, she had Squirtle initiate an attack.
The result was, well, this time it was literally poking a hornet's nest.
That was not a shiny Caterpie at all, but a Beedrill's larval stage, a Weedle.
Beedrill colonies are inherently very territorial. How dare Sirin even attack them proactively? A piercing buzzing sound immediately echoed throughout the entire jungle, and dense swarms of half-human-tall Beedrill flew out, their sharp stingers directly attacking Sirin and Squirtle.
There was nothing Sirin could do but resort to the thirty-six stratagems, with running away being the best option. She stumbled and crawled, ungracefully collapsing into a bush amidst the audience's laughter, trembling as she listened to the sound of Beedrill's wings still flying in the sky.
Finally, the Beedrill, unable to find Sirin, retreated back into the depths of the jungle. Sirin was also freed, crawling out of the bush.
She tidied her messy clothes, which were covered in mud and grass, and wiped her dirty little face. There was still a taste of mud in her mouth, which made Sirin take out her water bottle and rinse for a long time.
Just when she finally tidied herself up, her gaze fell upon the rapidly scrolling comments, and Sirin immediately became anxious: "You, what do you know? This is called a strategic retreat. How can it be called chickening out? There were so many Beedrill with much higher levels than Squirtle. How was I supposed to fight them?!"
Then came more incomprehensible phrases like 'Sun Tzu's Art of War,' and 'retreat is not running away,' which caused everyone to burst into laughter. For a moment, the live stream was filled with joyful air.
Time passed little by little, and the sky gradually darkened.
"Squirtle, Squirtle~"
Looking at her Squirtle gesturing and talking to a large tree, Sirin's face immediately darkened with black lines. She couldn't help but raise her hand and tap its small head.
"Take off those sunglasses!"
"Squirtle~"
Hearing its owner's command, Squirtle reluctantly took off its cool sunglasses. But when it realized that it had just been talking to a tree, it immediately chuckled foolishly and scratched its head, making everyone in the live stream laugh uncontrollably.
[Puffer, let Squirtle stream from now on. It has much better entertainment value than you.]
[Seconded!]
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This scene made Sirin both annoyed and amused, but she ultimately said nothing, bending down and smiling as she stroked Squirtle's head.
Just then, Squirtle suddenly became alert. It quickly darted behind a large tree and waved at Sirin.
"Squirtle~"
Sirin quickly went behind it, looking in the direction its short little paw was pointing.
That direction led to a small stream. Sirin raised her head, tapped her glasses, and activated the telescope function.
Immediately, the scene by the riverbank appeared in her vision.
This was a slowly flowing stream, its waters clear enough to see the bottom at a glance. On the bank, a light green Sprigatito was lowering its head to drink.
Soon, it lifted its head, its adorable cat face adorned with a deep green pattern of four overlapping leaves. Information about this pokemon also popped up before Sirin's eyes.
'Sprigatito, Grass-type, Grass Cat pokemon…'
Upon seeing this name, Sirin's breathing instantly quickened, and the comments section exploded.
"OMG, what kind of luck does Sirin have? She can just run into such a rare pokemon??"
"I'm numb. Not only can I not play, but I also have to be shown off by a lucky dog? Is there any justice? Is there any law?!"
"This is unscientific!!!"
Sprigatito was one of the starter pokemon in a certain region. Don't be fooled by the fact that it's given away at the beginning; these starter pokemon are actually quite rare, with an incredibly low chance of being encountered in the wild!
Moreover, this was a juvenile Sprigatito, only level two, offering a great opportunity to capture it!
Too lazy to pay attention to the sour comments, Sirin's only thought now, looking at the cute little cat, was to put all her effort into capturing it.
Her Squirtle, which had already leveled up to six, gave her immense confidence.
"Squirtle!"
"Squirtle!"
Exchanging glances, Squirtle nodded knowingly.
While the Sprigatito hadn't noticed them yet, Sirin and Squirtle tiptoed behind it, hiding in the nearest shadow.
Holding their breath, Sirin and Squirtle nervously watched ahead.
When Sirin noticed the Sprigatito lowering its head to drink again, her gaze sharpened. She raised her hand and called out, "Squirtle, charge and use Tackle!"
Water-type was weak against Grass-type, so Sirin naturally couldn't use the Water Gun that Squirtle had just learned that afternoon.
"Squirtle!!"
With all four feet on the ground, Squirtle charged directly towards the Sprigatito, ramming straight into its backside before it could react.
Boom!
The water immediately splashed high. Although it was only a simulated effect from the glasses, the almost lifelike scene made her instinctively raise her arm to shield herself.
On the other side, its backside ambushed, the Sprigatito was directly knocked all the way to the other side of the river. Its eyes were spinning in circles, looking completely dazed.
Now's the time!
To ensure nothing went wrong, Sirin took out the Great Ball she had prepared long ago and threw it directly at the Sprigatito.
With a thud.
The Sprigatito was sucked into the Pokeball, which landed on the ground and began to wobble back and forth.
This moment felt like years, and Sirin prayed nervously.
Soon, the Pokeball stopped, and three stars emerged from it.
"Yes!!!!!"
Finally, Sirin let out a long-suppressed cheer, rushing forward excitedly to hug the Pokeball to her chest.
"Squirtle!!"
Squirtle, who had put on its sunglasses again at some point, walked over with its hands on its hips, seeking praise. However, it seemed to have stood in the wrong place again.
Seeing it facing the tree beside her again, Sirin didn't say much this time. Instead, she chuckled and patted its head.
Squirtle was a great contributor, so it naturally deserved special treatment.
Just as she was about to release the Sprigatito to get a good look at it, she suddenly felt a chill down her spine.
Instinctively turning her head, in the dim twilight, a bipedal pokemon, light green all over, wearing a four-cornered magical mask, appeared not far behind her.