Jacob looked ahead. He and Osahwott had been walking for a few hours now, and the sun was beginning to disappear. The route to Violet City was not very long, and Jacob expected to reach the city before the next morning. As he thought about the rest of this trip, he saw a figure down the road. And then another, and another. There were three of them. As Jacob approached, he could see the three men in a circle, all laughing loudly at something. As Jacob got closer, he could see them surrounding a pokemon. As Jacob passed them, he listened in.
“I know right!” one of them laughed. “Look! Look! It’s trying to use razor leaf!” Jacob stopped, and walked closer to see what was happening. As he did, one of the men gave him a look, but turned back around. In the center of the three men was a Chikorita with dirt on its feet, and breathing heavily. It swung the leaf on its head, failing to send an attack forward, and provoking another round of laughter.
“That’s horrible,” Jacob said under his breath, before turning away. One of the men grabbed him from behind.
“What did you say?” one of the men asked, angrily. Jacob turned and faced the man.
“I just don’t understand why someone would treat their first pokemon that way,” Jacob replied. One of the other men responded.
“Well, it wasn’t my first pokemon,” he chuckled, and the others around him smiled. “Or, I suppose Chikorita is officially. But really, who would chose Chikorita if they had a choice?” At that the men started laughing again. Jacob turned around and faced the men once again.
“You’re all disgusting, and you should return Chikorita to Little Root immediately.”
“Look, man; it’s not any of your business. Just get out of here.” At this, Oshawott angrily dropped to the ground, shouting at the men. Jacob stood beside his pokemon.
“How about you bring Chikorita back now!” Jacob said. One of the men stepped forward.
“How about you bite me?” the man replied, reaching for his waste. Pulling out a pokeball, he pointed it towards Jacob. When Jacob did not respond, the man dropped it to the ground, and in a flash of red, an Ursaring appeared. The large bear pokemon stepped forward, shaking the ground.
“Oshawott, you ready?” Jacob asked. Oshawott nodded, as Ursaring moved forward.
“Ursaring, use hammer arm!” Ursaring slammed its arm on the ground, but Oshawott stepped to the side, dodging the attack. Ursaring tried again, but again Oshawott moved to safety. “Come on, Ursaring, get him!” Ursaring attacked again, but once more, Oshawott dodged the attack. The target was too small.
“Oshawott, use water gun.” Oshawott fired a beam of water that hit Ursaring, sending the bear pokemon stumbling backwards. “Now, use razor shell!” Oshawott swung its conch shell, hitting Ursaring and sending the pokemon falling to the ground. Stunned, the man was forced to respond.
“Ursaring, stop playing around! Use slash!” Ursaring stood, and its claw glowed white as it swung forward.
“Oshawott dodge with water jet!”Oshawott became encased in water, and shot forward dodging the attack. Oshawott swung around at flew forwards, smashing into Ursaring from behind. “Perfect, Oshawott, now use water pulse!” Oshawott fired a ball of water forward, which quickly enveloped Urasing’s head. The water vibrated quickly, before dropping to the ground. Ursaring, stepped forward, but was confused, and slipped falling to the ground.
“Ursaring!” The man yelled, a surprised look on his face. He recalled his pokemon before turning away. “This doesn’t mean anything!” The man yelled angrily, recalling Chikorita as he spoke. “Chikorita is my pokemon,” he said defiantly, as he and his friends turned to leave. Jacob shook his head as he watched them leave. But he couldn’t do anything about it; after all, he was not about to steal the pokemon.
