Pokemon Adventure: New Adventure

Time had passed.

Weedle had eaten dozens of poisonous plants.

His bite? Still average—he couldn't even break the smooth stone he always chewed on.

But there were two major changes.

First, his String Shot could now poison other Pokémon on contact.

Second, his Poison Sting had evolved into a burning poison, causing lingering damage.

As for why this happened? Don't ask Zen—he's just a six-year-old kid.

Today was the day.

Zen had decided it was finally time to challenge another Pokémon Trainer.

With Weedle perched on his shoulder, he walked toward Viridian City's center, searching for an opponent.

"Weedle, are you ready?" Zen asked.

"Chirp! Chirp!" Weedle responded eagerly.

Then, Zen's eyes landed on a familiar old man, sitting on a bench near the Viridian Gym.

Feeling confident, Zen approached.

"Oh, it's you, kid," the old man said, eyeing Zen and Weedle. "Your Pokémon looks strong."

"Of course he is! We train non-stop!" Zen boasted proudly.

The old man chuckled. "So why are you here today?"

"I'm challenging anybody who dares to fight me!" Zen declared. "I need to see how strong Weedle has become."

The old man stroked his beard, then smirked.

"How about you fight me, kid?"

Zen blinked. "You? But last time you said—"

"Last time was last time. Today is a new day," the old man interrupted. "Follow me."

Without another word, he stood up and walked toward a hidden battle ground.

Zen followed, glancing around in awe.

"I never knew this place was here," he muttered.

As two of them stand on diffrent side of the battle ground

"Are you ready, kid?" the old man asked.

Zen grinned. "Yes! Let's go, Weedle!"

The old man threw a Pokéball, releasing Meowth.

The cat Pokémon stretched lazily, glanced at Weedle… then turned his nose up arrogantly.

Zen immediately wanted to punch that Meowth.

"He's my new Pokémon, so go easy on him," the old man said.

Zen narrowed his eyes. "Alright, old man! Weedle, String Shot—now!"

"Dodge!"

Meowth swiftly jumped aside, avoiding the attack—just as Zen planned.

"Now, Weedle—BITE!"

Weedle lunged forward, clamping his tiny jaws onto Meowth's tail.

"MEEEEEOOOOOOWWWWW!" Meowth howled in pain.

The old man's eyes widened in shock.

"In all my years, I've never seen someone battle like you…" he muttered.

Zen just grinned.

"Weedle, end it with Poison Sting!"

"Not so fast, kid—Aerial Ace!"

Meowth's speed doubled as he dodged Weedle's stinger and struck him in an instant.

A single, clean hit.

Weedle collapsed.

"Weedle!" Zen rushed forward, scooping him up.

"Relax, kid," the old man said, recalling Meowth into his Pokéball. "Your little guy is tough. He'll be fine."

Zen sighed in relief.

Then, curiosity took over. "Hey, old man—what was that move Meowth used?"

"Oh, Aerial Ace? Just a normal attack."

Zen didn't believe him.

But he didn't argue.

"Thanks for the battle, old man! I'll get stronger and come back!"

With Weedle cradled in his hands, Zen ran toward the Pokémon Center.

The old man watched him go, a strange expression on his face.

"…If only…" he muttered, before sighing and walking away.

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Zen ran as fast as he could toward the Pokémon Center, clutching Weedle tightly in his hands.

He burst through the doors, panting.

"Nurse Joy! Please help Weedle!" he shouted.

Nurse Joy turned around and gasped when she saw Weedle's fainted form.

"Oh no! Quickly, give him to me!"

Zen hesitated for a second before carefully placing Weedle into her hands.

Nurse Joy rushed to the back room.

Zen waited nervously, his hands clenched into fists.

A few minutes later, Nurse Joy returned, holding Weedle.

He was completely healed, his tiny body wiggling happily in her arms.

Zen sighed in relief—but that relief was short-lived.

Because Nurse Joy was glaring at him.

"What did I tell you before, Zen?" she said sternly.

Zen gulped.

"Don't push Weedle too much," she continued. "He's just a cute little guy! He's not built for intense battles yet, thanks god nothing serious happen to him today."

"But—but—" Zen tried to argue.

"No 'buts'!" Nurse Joy scolded. "You need to be more careful with your Pokémon."

Zen looked down, feeling guilty.

"…Okay," he mumbled.

He reached out and took Weedle, who happily snuggled into his hands.

Nurse Joy sighed and softened her expression.

"I know you want to be strong, Zen," she said gently, "but strength takes time and patience, just wait few more year okay? Till you 10."

Zen just nodded.

Maybe she was right.

Maybe he needed to train smarter, not harder.

But still… there is no way he will wait till he 10 years old for another battle

He wouldn't give up.

He would find a way to make Weedle stronger—without hurting him.

He just had to figure out how.

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3 more chapter :)