Pokémon: The Journey Begins with a Cowherd

Chapter 45 The Wise Slowpoke

"My name is Qingyuan. I was just thinking about trying what Slowpoke's tail tastes like!"

"I didn't expect to see a Slowpoke standing right behind me when I turned around!"

"I suspect this is Mother Earth granting my wish. If I had known, I would have wished to meet a mythical beast cub!"

"Ya-dong!"

Just as Qingyuan was lost in thought, Slowpoke, seeing that Qingyuan was not reacting, fired a water gun at the fire on the ground.

"do not want!"

Qingyuan, having just come to his senses upon hearing Slowpoke's cry, immediately shouted to stop what was happening.

But it was still a bit too late. Don't let Slowpoke's slowness fool you, it's incredibly fast.

As soon as Qingyuan spoke, Slowpoke's water gun landed on the fire.

Looking at the fire that had been extinguished, leaving only a few pieces of glowing embers, Qingyuan sighed.

"I know you're worried about the forest fire, but I'll put it out later, so please leave now!"

As Qingyuan spoke, he picked out the red embers from the fire, intending to use them to reignite the flames.

After picking up the red charcoal and placing it in a dry spot, Qingyuan found some dry weeds and began to learn how to start a fire, just like Grandpa De.

He had to get the fire going quickly and boil the water.

Otherwise, if we wait for Charmander to come back and start a fire to boil water, we definitely won't be able to boil the water before nightfall.

By then, the danger at night will increase even further.

While Qingyuan was bending over and worshipping the fire, the Slowpoke stared at him intently with its wise eyes.

Because it had never encountered a spirit like Qingyuan in its memory.

It wanted to figure out what Qingyuan was doing.

"Breathe! Breathe! Breathe!"

Qingyuan kept inhaling and exhaling into the dry weeds in his hands, and finally, with his persistent efforts, a wisp of flame began to rise from the weeds.

Seeing this, Qingyuan couldn't help but show a smug expression. Fortunately, he had mastered the true teachings of the Fire Worshipers.

Otherwise, this would be a real headache.

Qingyuan slowly placed the burning bundle of weeds on the ground, preparing to turn around and get firewood to make it burn brightly.

"Ha!"

Before he could even turn around, the Slowpoke, who had been observing Qingyuan's movements, extinguished the fire with a single water gun.

Upon seeing this, Qingyuan froze on the spot, his anger unable to be vented when he saw the wise look in Slowpoke's eyes.

After all, what can you say to an idiot?

Why are you arguing with an idiot?

Qingyuan said while patting his face.

Seeing the few faint red embers in the fire, Qingyuan decided to remove the Slowpoke and start a new fire.

Otherwise, if he gets angry just as he's about to get going, and Slowpoke hits him with a Water Gun, then all his efforts will be wasted.

After thinking it over, Qingyuan stood up and picked up Slowpoke. Luckily, Slowpoke was gentle and silly, otherwise Qingyuan really wouldn't have dared to pick it up.

Qingyuan picked up the Slowpoke and walked towards the riverbank not far away.

Although Slowpoke was being held in Qingyuan's arms, its eyes never left Qingyuan's face.

From the moment Qingyuan started worshipping fire, its interest was drawn to Qingyuan. Later, when Qingyuan slapped itself twice, the Slowpoke became even more interested in Qingyuan.

Because it felt like it had met someone like itself.

At this moment, Qingyuan was of course unaware that he had been mistaken for one of his own by the fool in his eyes, otherwise he would have definitely tasted what a Slowpoke's tail tasted like.

"I didn't expect you to be so heavy. Why did you have to put out my fire? Otherwise, I could have given you something nice to eat later."

"You'd better go home now and don't bother me while I'm boiling water!"

"I heard that..."

As Qingyuan walked, he talked to Slowpoke. He was just about to bend down and give it a lecture when Slowpoke suddenly sprayed water on his face.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

Qingyuan escaped from the water gun, wiped his face, and then locked Slowpoke in a chokehold, swearing as he spoke.

Looking at Qingyuan's clean face, Slowpoke couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.

From the moment it saw the charcoal ash on Qingyuan's face, it wanted to wash Qingyuan's face, and now it has finally done so.

No matter how complicated Slowpoke's emotions are.

All Qingyuan could see through its wise eyes was foolishness.

Looking at the silly, dazed beast in his arms, Qingyuan was so angry that he really wanted to chop off its tail and taste how salty it was.

However, with the thought that he couldn't bully a fool, Qingyuan still carried Slowpoke and quickened his pace to the riverbank.

After putting Slowpoke down, Qingyuan turned and walked towards the camp.

After landing, Slowpoke looked around at its surroundings with some confusion before following Qingyuan.

Qingyuan noticed the commotion behind him, turned around, and saw that Slowpoke was still following him. He couldn't help but exclaim.

What exactly do you want?

"Ya-dong!"

Upon hearing Qingyuan's words, Slowpoke raised its head and looked at Qingyuan, then slowly let out a cry.

Seeing that there was nothing Qingyuan could do, he picked up the Slowpoke again and carried it back to the riverbank.

Then he pointed to the river.

"Go back, go back to your home, don't bother me while I'm starting the fire!"

Upon hearing Qingyuan's words, Slowpoke stretched out one foot towards the river and then looked at Qingyuan.

Seeing this, Qingyuan nodded to Slowpoke.

Seeing this, Slowpoke withdrew its foot and looked at Qingyuan again.

Seeing this, Qingyuan shook his head at Slowpoke again.

Slowpoke found this quite amusing, and then stretched out its foot towards the river again, looking towards Qingyuan.

Upon seeing Qingyuan's action, it withdrew its foot and looked at Qingyuan, repeating this process three or four times.

Qingyuan sensed something was wrong and immediately looked into Slowpoke's wise eyes.

Sure enough, he saw a hint of cunning in it, and Qingyuan immediately realized that he had been fooled.

"Oh dear, my temper is so bad!"

Qingyuan couldn't accept the fact that he had been fooled by an idiot, so he picked up a stick and smashed it down on the Slowpoke's head.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

After the three blows, Slowpoke covered its head in disbelief and looked at Qingyuan.

Those wise eyes were filled with tears.

Without hesitation, Qingyuan threw a Poké Ball and smashed it into Slowpoke's head.

"Ding dong!"

Looking at the Slowpoke that had been captured without any hesitation, a hint of doubt flashed across Qingyuan's face.

He captured Slowpoke because he had never seen such a smart Slowpoke, which could actually outwit him completely.

However, Slowpoke was captured without any resistance, and Qingyuan couldn't help but doubt whether his judgment was wrong.

It was captured so easily; this Slowpoke doesn't seem very intelligent at all.

Qingyuan looked at the Poké Ball in his hand, and finally put it away.

We'll find out Slowpoke's potential by checking the Pokédex when we get back. Right now, our priority is to get back and start the fire.

Otherwise, if we wait for the little fire dragon to come back and start the fire again, it will be too late.

After thinking it over, Qingyuan threw away the "magic weapon" stick that had helped him successfully capture the elves and ran quickly toward the camp.