Pokémon: I am really a civilian trainer

Clear Creek Village, at Old Man Aaron's home.

As time passed, the sun had set and it was evening.

The expression of old man Aaron in the courtyard changed from calm at the beginning to one of worry.

At noon, after a battle that lasted about two hours at the Pokémon Center, he captured all 23 Thunder Group thugs and detained them in a simple warehouse near the Pokémon Center.

While detaining these Thunder Gang thugs, he fed them an amnesia potion prepared by Dr. Locke and used matching instruments to hypnotize them.

Unless they are stimulated very strongly, these Thunder Group thugs will forget about him and Mark, and will only remember that two humans whose faces they could not remember appeared and fought with them in the Pokémon Center.

In fact, Old Man Aaron had used this kind of amnesia potion and hypnosis equipment several times over the years and there had never been any problems.

Therefore, he was not too worried about the effectiveness of the potion.

At this time, the warehouse where the Thunder Group thugs were detained was currently being guarded by the Maple Leaf Mountain Range patrol team, and more than thirty people had already arrived.

Tomorrow, or tonight, the Rock Gym in Stone Town and the Pokémon Alliance Branch in Stone Town will send people to take these Thunder Group thugs away for interrogation and detention.

Obviously, these Thunder Gang thugs were well guarded and it was almost impossible for them to be rescued by their accomplices, so there was no need to worry.

There was only one thing that worried Old Man Aaron, and that was the boy Mark entering the forest.

A few hours passed and there was no news from Mark again.

The most important thing is that he was the one who arranged Mark's trip to Clear Creek Forest.

Thinking about what he had done at that time, Old Man Aaron wanted to slap himself a few times.

Teacher Emira is really a good girl who works hard for the children of Clear Creek Village, but she is an outsider after all. Why did he let Mark catch up with her in a fit of anger?

After all, although Mark and Caterpie are a bit outrageous and their strength is barely acceptable, they are only thirteen years old and do not understand the dangers of the world.

It can be seen from the fact that Mark revealed the pomelo tree to him and showed him the power of the forest that this kid Mark lacks life experience.

If Mark was suddenly attacked by the Thunder Corps cadre and subdued, and then used Mark to threaten Caterpie, the consequences would be unimaginable...

"I don't know if Mark is in trouble or not. If he hasn't been caught up, he should come back quickly..."

"Are you planning to live in the forest again?"

"Or did something really happen to him?"

The corners of Old Man Aaron's mouth twitched slightly.

He finally couldn't hold back any longer and once again walked out of the courtyard quickly. Not long after, he arrived at the lounge of the Clear Creek Village Pokémon School, which was also Teacher Emira's dormitory.

The result was the same as half an hour ago, the place was still empty.

"Mark is used to being wild in the forest. It's fine if he doesn't come back, but why hasn't Teacher Emira come back yet?"

"Logically speaking, even if we didn't catch up with the Thunder Corps leader, we should have returned by now."

Old Man Aaron frowned. Instead of going home, he went to the simple warehouse near the Pokémon Center to see if there was any new situation with the Thunder Group thugs there.

As a result, just halfway through the journey, I met a familiar figure, the forest ranger Aang.

A few days ago, it was this Aang who was ordered by Old Man Aaron to look for Mark's trace in Clear Creek Forest, but found nothing.

Like Mark, Aang was also an orphan who survived the chaotic Pokémon tide ten years ago. Later, under his arrangement, he joined the Maple Leaf Mountain Range Patrol Team. Now the team Aang belongs to is responsible for the area near Sky Cone Mountain and Clear Creek Village.

"Aang, you're here just in time. That troublesome kid Mark has gone to the forest again. Can you help me keep an eye on him?"

Old Man Aaron didn't say anything polite. When he saw Aang coming, he immediately started to order him around.

As a result, Aang did not agree this time.

Aang shook his head and said, "Uncle, it's not that I don't want to go. We just came back from patrolling the forest. The captain said that these thugs from the Thunder Group are very dangerous. It is forbidden to search the forest at night. Everything will be decided after the people from the Stone Town Gym and the Pokémon Alliance arrive.

Besides, the bounty hunter Nightingale has already taken action. She is probably already in the forest chasing after the Thunderbolt thugs. You don't have to worry too much."

As A Kang spoke, the corner of Old Man Aaron's mouth twitched slightly.

It's not that I doubt the ability of the bounty hunter Nightingale.

Rather, this bounty hunter Nightingale is actually him.

Although he had lived an idyllic life in Clear Creek Village since he was a child, he was not an ordinary person after all. The greater his abilities, the more information he obtained, and naturally there were some things that were inconvenient to handle with his original identity.

The bounty hunter Nightingale was another identity he had used since the end of the Chaos Pokémon Tide ten years ago. He was somewhat well-known around Stone Town.

As for why he was called Nightingale, it was mainly because he didn't want to be exposed, so he came up with a feminine code name that had nothing to do with himself.

No one would have guessed that Nightingale's true identity was an old man with a bad beard.

Without thinking too much, Old Man Aaron looked at Aang and said, "Is it really impossible? Just ride Pidgeot around and see."

Aang shook his head and said, "It's really not possible, Uncle. Our captain specifically told us not to act on our own.

What our captain said actually makes sense...

Oh, there is one more thing. Didn't you give me a Wimpod Pokémon egg half a month ago? Our captain said that Wimpods are sea cockroaches from the Roman Federation. They are garbage Pokémons that specialize in eating marine garbage. They are useless. Now the Pokémon egg has not hatched yet. You see…"

"Your captain knows nothing! You keep calling your captain on the left and your captain on the right, without any opinion of your own. If you don't want that Wimpod Pokémon egg, just give it back to me and I will raise it myself!!"

"Then...when the matter of the Thunder Group is over, I will return Wimpod Pokémon Egg to you..."

"roll!"

Forest Ranger Aang trotted away, while Old Man Aaron rubbed his temple angrily.

After taking a deep breath, Old Man Aaron made a decision. He would go to the forest to check it out himself.

There was a high probability that he would not find anything in the vast forest, but he would feel guilty if he did not try to look for it.

Old Man Aaron returned home quickly and planned to change into clothes that would be more convenient for movement, but suddenly he heard a strange sound.

After glancing around, Old Man Aaron looked up in confusion and saw a giant Butterfly nearly three meters long slowly falling from the sky.

In the days after evolving into Butterfree, Caterpie leader's body size has grown a little, from the original 2.5 meters to about 2.8 meters.

Bang!

A skinny man tied up in a turtle tie fell off from Batbutte's back. On his arm was a yellow Thunderbolt armband.

Old man Aaron's pupils shrank slightly.

"The Thunder Group? Caterpie's silk thread, and this perverted way of tying... Mark?"

Old Man Aaron glanced around and belatedly looked at Batdie with a look of surprise on his face.

"You are...Mark's Caterpie? You evolved continuously while encountering strong enemies? Where's Mark?"

Butterfree was slowly falling, and Old Man Aaron hurriedly went around behind Butterfree and looked at its back.

As a result, I didn't see Mark, but I saw Miss Goethe and the unconscious teacher Emira.

"Where's Mark? Was he captured by the Thunder Group, or... dead?"

Old Man Aaron had a solemn expression. Just when he sensed something was wrong from Gothita's trembling face, an ethereal and pleasant voice appeared in his mind.

"You must be the trainer's uncle.

You are wrong, I am not Trainer's Caterpie.

The trainer said he wanted to do some training and practice, and asked me to tell you to go back in a few days so that you don't have to worry. He also asked me to tell you about the transportation Pokémon, as he has already figured it out.

By the way, Caterpie also asked me to tell you that it has also been training hard and is working hard to lay the foundation today. It also asked me to tell you that Moo Moo Milk tastes great."

Old Man Aaron looked at Butterfree with doubt, his expression becoming more and more confused...