“My name is Misty, I’m from Cerulean City, and my goal is to become a Water-type Pokémon Master!” After finishing her introduction, she couldn’t hold back any longer.
She took the plate, picked up a spoon, and began devouring the food.
“Eat slowly, don’t choke.” Seeing her starving state, some of Hanako’s instincts were instantly triggered.
She turned to take a water bottle from her backpack, poured a cup of water, and handed it to Misty.
Then she took out a comb.
“My name is Hanako, I’m from Pallet Town.
Misty, shall I help you tidy up your hair?” Hanako said softly, looking at Misty’s short orange hair that was as messy as a bird’s nest.
“There are still leaves and bird feathers in your hair.” “Mmm…
okay!” Misty nodded indistinctly with her mouth full of food, her eyes full of gratitude.
Hanako moved behind her, carefully removing the debris from her hair, and then gently began to comb it.
Her movements were gentle and meticulous.
“Then thank you so much, Hanako-san!” Misty swallowed her food and said sweetly.
Hanako’s heart softened at being called “Sister,” and her combing movements became even gentler.
“By the way, handsome, what’s your name?” Misty turned her gaze toward Roy.
While eating, she sized up this youth who looked only a few years older than her.
Handsome features, steady eyes, and a tall, upright build.
Followed by a Pikachu and an Eevee, he looked like a rookie Trainer.
But his movements in setting up the tent were very skillful, and he didn’t seem flustered at all by her sudden appearance.
He was quite calm.
“My name is Roy.” Roy sat down opposite her and picked up the rice Hanako had served for him.
“I’m also from Pallet Town.” “As for my goal…” He paused and looked up at Misty.
“My first small goal is to win the Indigo League Conference Champion.” “Pfft, cough cough cough!” Misty almost spat out a mouthful of rice.
She quickly covered her mouth, coughed violently several times, grabbed her water cup and gulped down several mouthfuls of water, before finally catching her breath.
Then she widened her eyes and looked at Roy with a face full of disbelief.
“Huh?
Small goal?
Champion?” She put down her plate and scanned Roy carefully again.
Beside him, there was indeed only a Pikachu and an Eevee.
Pikachu was squatting by Roy’s feet, nibbling on a berry, while Eevee was gracefully lying by Hanako’s legs, napping.
A standard starter lineup.
“By the way…
I see you’re a rookie Trainer, right?” Misty’s tone carried a hint of doubt.
“Winning the Indigo League Conference Champion isn’t that easy.” “Trainers of the Cultivation Faction have to collect 8 Gym Badges first!” “And that’s just the entry requirement.
Even if you get 8 Badges and qualify to compete, there are many strong people in the conference.” “In previous Indigo League Conferences, those who could make it to the main tournament were at least Trainers who had traveled for a year or two.” “Those who could make it to the top sixteen or top eight were basically veterans who had traveled for more than three years.” “As for the Champion…” Misty shook her head, looking at Roy with a look that said “young people don’t know the height of the heavens.” “Anyway, I’ve never seen or heard of a rookie Trainer winning the Indigo League Conference Champion.” “The youngest Indigo League Conference Champion in history also took two years of traveling to win it.” “You’ve only just set out, right?” She said, taking another mouthful of rice.
Roy’s expression didn’t change, he just said calmly: “Then you’ll see it very soon.” “Really?” Misty had a “are you serious” look on her face.
She put down her spoon and stared at Roy for a few seconds.
Roy’s eyes were very calm, with no intention of joking, nor was he shaken by her words.
In that calmness, there was a strange kind of confidence.
Misty suddenly felt a bit curious.
Is this guy…
blindly arrogant?
Or does he really have some confidence?
Suddenly, Misty leaned forward, bringing her face close to Roy’s.
The distance closed instantly.
So close that both could clearly feel each other’s breath.
Misty still carried the scent of the forest’s greenery, mixed with a faint smell of sweat.
Her short orange hair shimmered with a warm luster under the reflection of the campfire, and a few strands of hair clung to her sweaty forehead.
Because she was wearing a midriff-baring top, this leaning forward motion completely exposed her slender waist to Roy’s line of sight.
Her abdominal muscles were clearly visible.
Her belly button was small and cute.
Further down were those incredibly short denim shorts, the waistband hanging low on her hip bone, revealing a section of her fair waist and hip curve.
From Roy’s angle, in this position, he could even vaguely see a bit of shadow beneath the edge of the denim shorts.
The two of them stared at each other strangely like this…