[Pokémon] Look at Akamao from the teammate’s position

The fight that morning.

It ended with the absolute suppression of Gyarados who showed no mercy.

The water + flying type that is not afraid of electricity and can breathe fire is indeed a nightmare for most challengers in Kanto.

But there are still only a few newcomers who are lucky enough to see this.

Ah, so I mean, this guy Chi is indeed pretty good.

It's a pity that he lost because of the difference in combat experience and level.

After all, Gyarados is an absolute ace that I have consciously cultivated since I was five years old.

It would be unjustifiable if he was defeated so easily by a newcomer.

Even a super genius can’t explain it!

Even in the thunder form, Ibrahimovic was crushed and unable to fight back, so much so that his ears drooped in despair, and he was almost hugged and comforted all the way.

On the other hand, Pikachu, who was lying peacefully in my arms, kept rushing towards me, probably because he was thinking about having another fight with Gyarados, who was going all out.

Really, do things resemble their masters?

It happens to be at such a troublesome point.

I sighed and took out the delicious tree fruit from my backpack and fed it to it.

The electric elf, who still had some scratches on his cheek, was immediately diverted and began to chew the fruit with his two little paws.

As if he had finally calmed down the young elf, Chi turned around with empty hands and opened his hand to me.

He was asking if he was tired from holding Pikachu and if he needed to change shifts.

It's also surprisingly considerate.

Scenes that had happened countless times along the way did not give me any unnecessary misunderstandings.

I gently shook the electric mouse, which was still a little heavy in my arms.

Pikachu, who had almost fallen asleep in a daze on the road, immediately understood.

After giving me a weak look, he jumped back into the arms of his trainer.

Another few times, he skillfully placed himself on the young man's shoulder.

I calmly moved my arm, which was indeed a little sore, and refused the wound spray that the young man offered out of kindness: "Thank you, Chi, but this is for elves only."

Sometimes the young man who lacks common sense and makes people think he is cute, quietly withdraws his hand.

Under the lowered brim of the hat, the color of his cheeks seemed to have turned a little redder.

Ah, is that too straightforward?

I looked back, thinking a little belatedly.

I always feel like it hurts a child's soft and innocent heart.