Spearow are social Pokémon.
Generally, if a Trainer encounters one Spearow in the wild, they and their Pokémon better prepare to face dozens of them at once.
Luckily for Ai Xia, his luck wasn't that bad.
It was high noon, and the few Spearow that had ambushed him and his Caterpie were likely out hunting for food—there was no nest nearby.
"Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't recommend provoking aggressive, petty, and swarm-prone Pokémon like Spearow in the wild… unless you want to get chased down by hundreds of pissed-off birds."
Remembering how some chosen one had gotten jumped by an entire flock of Spearow the moment he started his journey, Ai Xia casually warned his viewers, earning their unanimous agreement—though, who knows if Ash even exists in this world?
Maybe he'd swing by Pallet Town someday to meet that ten-year-old Trainer with twenty years of experience.
But back to the main point…
There was a universal rule among rookie Trainers—never mess with Spearow in the wild.
Most beginners couldn't handle them, especially since these things were Flying-types built for speed and chasing down prey. Once you pissed them off, running away wasn't even an option.
And if the flock had multiple Fearow? That's when things got real scary.
Wild Pokémon didn't care about honor—every year, plenty of Trainers ended up injured (or worse) under the talons and beaks of Spearow and Fearow.
Of course, Ai Xia and his Caterpie were not part of that statistic.
[True, but damn, Ai's got style.]
[Stay safe, streamer! We still need you to come back and miss three Hydro Pumps in a row during online battles.]
[The coordination between the streamer and Caterpie is insane.]
Watching Ai Xia and Caterpie effortlessly take down three waves of wild Pokémon had the chat hyped, flooding the screen with messages.
There was no denying it—clean, decisive battles were satisfying to watch.
Especially when Ai Xia could pinpoint enemy locations just by sound, letting Caterpie strike without orders, instantly protecting its Trainer. That kind of skill was hype.
Gifts exploded across the stream.
Ai Xia's grin widened.
"Good work, Caterpie."
After confirming no more wild Pokémon were lurking, Ai Xia pulled out a custom Pokéblock from his bag and tossed it to his partner.
"Mii!"
Caterpie leaped up, swallowing it in one gulp.
Battles burned way more energy than training, so these specially made Pokéblocks were essential to keep his only combat-ready Pokémon in top shape.
Physically tired? Sure. But Caterpie's spirit was soaring.
Fighting was nothing like training—the thrill of overpowering an opponent was addicting.
All that brutal, borderline insane training had paid off.
'Just wait till I master my ultimate technique—then I'll wreck that flightless monster and that dopey-looking fish!'
"Mii!"
Caterpie swallowed the last of the Pokéblock, eyes practically sparkling at Ai Xia.
"Alright, let's keep moving. We'll reach the campsite before sunset."
Pleased with Caterpie's condition—and secretly relieved his training regimen was working—Ai Xia pressed forward, weaving through dense trees and tall grass toward their destination.
[What kind of Pokémon is the streamer planning to catch?]
[Bro's raising a Caterpie like a pro—is he going full Bug-type specialist?]
[Ai, you cannot call yourself a rookie Trainer anymore.]
[Is he about to sweep through 'Ancient Sword Mountain'?]
[RIP to the 'Rookie Tournament' participants. They're about to get annihilated by this smurf.]
The chat was a mix of questions, jokes, and sheer chaos.
Ai Xia's stream was blowing up, drawing in new viewers shocked that someone was actually live-streaming a wilderness expedition.
As Red and Green had once discussed—most veteran Trainers and Breeders hoarded their knowledge, rarely sharing tips. The few who did, like schoolteacher Roxanne, stuck to dry, academic streams.
But Ai Xia? Dude just waltzed into the deep woods with a Caterpie and started brawling with wild Pokémon on camera.
Nothing beat raw battles and high-stakes exploration for sheer entertainment.
Ai Xia had cracked the algorithm.
…Not that just anyone could pull this off.
His and Caterpie's skills had earned the chat's respect.
"Haven't decided on a specific type yet. Now that I've got Caterpie, I probably won't focus on Bugs—leaning toward a mixed team."
Glancing at the chat, Ai Xia answered between steps.
"But honestly? Stats don't matter as much as connection. If it clicks, it clicks."
Quality over quantity—Ai Xia didn't have the time to train a full roster. A small, elite team was enough.
"Hell, if I vibe with a Wynaut, I'll raise it into a Wobbuffet that can counter Giratina's Shadow Force."
Nearing the destination, Ai Xia relaxed, joking with the chat.
[LMAO, since when was Giratina part of this conversation?]
[Stop laughing! Streamer has to catch a Legendary.]
[When are we road-tripping to Hoenn to bag Groudon and Kyogre?]
[What about Rayquaza's dignity?]
[Rayquaza's right next to him.]
[Bruh. You mean Caterquaza?]
About ten minutes later, Ai Xia suddenly halted, gaze snapping toward the trees.
"Bzzz—!!"
A faint but crisp buzzing reached his ears.
"Caterpie," Ai Xia smirked, "the main course is here."
His partner perked up, sensing the enemy—and thrilled by it.
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