Pokémon: Shadow of the Dawn

The young tit looks like an ordinary fat blue-feathered bird, not very big and can be held in two hands.

"Chirp!"

But the young titmouse in front of Wang Jin had sharp red eyes, its broken right wing was buried among its feathers, and a large patch of the yellow fur on its abdomen was bald.

These injuries caused by "training" made the young tit very painful. Since it was forcibly captured in this small town, it has been beaten in a room until its wings were broken and it could no longer fly away in the house.

"Oh..." Wang Jin couldn't help but sigh.

This is not Pokémon training at all. It's clearly just finding a moving target and letting the Pokémon attack until the target is damaged.

The young tit stretched out its steel-like beak and stared at Wang Jin who wanted to touch it.

"Don't be afraid, Chishantiao, don't be afraid. All the people you met before were bad guys. Now I am your trainer, and I will heal your wings..." Wang Jin comforted softly and reached out to touch Chishantiao.

But the young tit didn't listen at all. When it saw Wang Jin's hand reaching out, it backed away.

Wang Jin had no choice but to quickly reach out and hug it, holding it in his arms.

"hiss!"

At this moment, the bird's beak pecked two bloody holes in his palm. Wang Jin reluctantly took out the healing spray and continuously pressed it on the broken right wing of the young tit.

"Chirp..."

The young titmouse, which wanted to continue pecking, stopped its head. It felt a coolness on its wings, and the places that were originally numb from the pain were gradually recovering.

Although the quality of the healing spray is not very good, the young titmouse is also very weak, so this bottle of spray is still very effective.

The young tit looked up and saw Wang Jin's focused eyes, so it lowered its head and lay its tense body in Wang Jin's hands.

Wang Jin sprayed it back and forth several times, soaking the young tit's blue feathers, but it seemed to be very effective.

"call..."

He breathed a sigh of relief and gently placed the young tit on the white table. He then looked at the two bloody holes on his right palm, aimed the healing spray at them, and pressed several times.

After feeling a cool sensation, the two not very deep wounds quickly scabbed over.

Wang Jin's guess was correct, this therapeutic spray is indeed effective on humans as well.

He then stroked the feathers of the young titmouse, which was curled up silently, and said slowly:

"Have a good rest, Chishantiao. We will be partners from now on."

The young titmouse on the white table gradually closed its eyes and nodded its head twice. It could sense Wang Jin's intentions and expressed its approval of him.

Seeing Chickadee begin to rest, Wang Jin, who had established a preliminary relationship with Pokémon, also took action. He continued to search in this ruined house, hoping to find some hidden treasures that had not yet been found.

......

At this time, the sky was already dimming.

At the back door of the gym, two streets away, a group of young men with messy hair and dirty clothes gathered around. They squatted or sat like beggars, waiting at the back door of the gym, which was used to throw away garbage.

Normally, the cheering team would clean up Nie Zi's concert venue at daybreak, gather up the garbage, and throw it into the garbage dump in the alley outside the back door.

If they see a group of beggars outside, they will just throw them outside and let them deal with them.

"Om~"

The dark brown wooden door finally opened, and pairs of eager eyes shot towards the dark crack in the door.

A thin figure came out, wearing a tight grey uniform of the Shouting Team and a pink cockscomb. He covered his nose and threw the bulging garbage bag in his hand directly into the crowd of beggars, but the expected rush of beggars did not appear.

"Humph!" The Shouting Team that was throwing away the garbage sneered, and then shouted: "There are no Pokémon this time, so get out of here after taking the garbage! If I find that there are still some plastic pieces left here, humph! Next time you dare to come, don't even think about leaving standing!"

"bump!"

The wooden door was slammed shut.

The morning light slanting down from the horizon was enough for the beggars to see the dirt on the road. The pale yellow sunlight flickered on each of their dark faces, illuminating their incredible eyes.

They looked at each other, suddenly not knowing what to do.

In their original plan, they should fight for the three Pokémon after they were thrown out, to see who was the best and could grab one to change their fate. Everyone present was a potential enemy.

But now that Pokémon is suddenly gone, who has the mood to care about the garbage in the middle?

"If you don't want it, I want it!" A short-haired boy wearing only a short-sleeved shirt flew forward and took away the big bag of garbage.

Several teenagers also reacted and rushed over to ask for a piece of the pie.

But most people stayed far away and whispered:

"What's happening here?"

"The news leaked out today?"

"Do we have to wait a little longer?"

"..."

They all had hopes for the Pokémon that were about to be abandoned, and wanted to wait a little longer, so no one was willing to leave.

After a long time.

When the sun completely moved out from the horizon, the streets changed from the hazy yellow light to their original gray-black color, and the sky became clear blue.

At this point in time, the gym owner had already begun teaching Nie Zi and Mali, and the members of the Shout Team had all gone out to complete missions and capture Pokémon, so it was impossible for any garbage to be thrown out.

"Impossible! I heard it from a member of the Shouting Team himself! He also said that he caught today's Pokémon with his own hands!" A young man wrapped in a gray-green coat couldn't help but shout.

"What about the cheering team? Now there is nothing left."

"Go back quickly and wait for the next time."

The desperate beggar boys talked to each other, staggered to their feet one by one, and were about to leave.

"Hey! Don't go! I have news!" A voice sounded, and the short-sleeved boy ran over from a distance.

The garbage bag he was holding was nowhere to be found, but the few people with him were still behind him.

"I heard from Uncle Rabbi that it was Wang Jin and the other two who asked him for Pokémon. So Uncle Rabbi gave them the three that he was going to throw away today." The short-sleeved boy was panting but talking very fast.

The beggar boys immediately swarmed around them.

"What do you mean?"

"What good is this news?"

"Why are you coming back to tell me this?"

The short-sleeved boy was annoyed by the barrage of questions, and waved his arms to drive them away:

"Get out! Uncle Rabbi said he has nothing to do with those three people anymore, and we can't do anything to them for now, so I came here to remind you out of kindness!"

"Why?" a young man raised his hand and shouted first.

"That's right! Isn't it just the death of a father? Why can they just snatch the Pokémon from us!"

“Damn, wasn’t that Wang Jin just snatched away by the cheering team members? If they can snatch him, why can’t we?” The young man in short sleeves raised his arms and encouraged them to head towards the residential area.

"This..." Everyone was a little hesitant. Stealing was one thing, but this kind of blatant robbery was not within the scope of their daily activities.

The short-sleeved boy ignored them and continued:

"There are three Pokémon, so let's split into three teams and everyone can go wherever they want."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left with the others behind him, heading towards the residential area.