As a Pikachu running away from home, life during the day is not so easy.

On the one hand, you have to watch out for other Pokémon, and on the other hand, you have to watch out for Poké Balls falling from the sky.

As it cautiously stepped out of the grass, a yellow-covered electric rat was exposed to the daylight.

"Pickup ......"

Pikachu lazily moved his ears and sighed a little tiredly.

As a Pikachu who is also reluctant to enter the Poké Ball, it naturally has to suffer accordingly.

That's sleep deprivation and neurasthenia.

Pokémon, while different from ordinary creatures, still seem to follow universal rules.

Most cat-and-mouse Pokémon are nocturnal creatures, so their nerves are more sensitive at night, which is a genetic survival rule.

It is more convenient to hunt at night.

However, Pokémon that are bred are different, and they will adapt to life in Pokéballs during the long-term cultivation process - that is, they will have a kind of "psychological safety".

In fact, not only Pikachu, but also other Pokémon.

After getting used to Poké Balls, they will see them as their "home", thus cultivating a kind of dependence.

This is one of the reasons why many released Pokémon have difficulty adapting to the wild.

The panic in their hearts will be amplified at night, so that they can't sleep at all, and they are constantly worried about all kinds of unexpected events.

Even if they force themselves to rest, their instincts are instincts, and they wake up as soon as the wind blows.

In addition, once you have entered the Poké Ball, it will have a distinctive "odor" on it.

Almost all wild wonders instinctively reject their existence.

Therefore, since this Pikachu ran away from home, his life can be described as extremely cautious.

Whew-

There was a sudden movement in the bushes.

Pikachu immediately fell to the ground on all fours, and the fangs hidden under the corners of his cheeks and lips were faintly exposed.

Its long, lightning-like ⚡ tail slumped on the ground and felt the vibrations, and in this way it could know the size and weight of the comer, so that it could judge the situation.

At the same time, the red electric sac on Pikachu's cheeks began to glow with a pale yellow ✨ thunderbolt.

Its round, dark eyes sharpened, as if it was ready to attack.

However......

"Hill~~"

A sound of déjà vu came from the grass.

Pikachu's long ears with black markings moved, and his expression was abruptly stunned for a moment, and then he was a little excited.

Because it felt an indescribable breath from the grass!

Whew!!

The tremors in the grass were looming.

Suddenly, a yellow shadow ran out, "Qiu...... Pickup. ”

It's a wild Pikachu, and judging from the peach heart shape of the tail, it should be a female Pikachu or a women's clothing boss.

Pikachu's barely visible nose moved, and it smelled a strange sweet scent, which meant that the wild Pikachu on the other side was indeed its own kind and was still a female.

Wild Pikachu was silent and ready to leave.

At this time, Pikachu instinctively said hello, "Pika? ”

Born in the Pokémon Institute, it has never seen its own kind, or rather, let alone its own kind, even other Pokémon are rare.

This is also the general cultivation policy of the Institute, and its purpose is to make new trainers the first contact or trust of new Pokémon.

Wild Pikachu tilted his head, slowly halted his departure, and straightened up, not knowing what to think again.

"Pickup!"

Pikachu screamed happily, this is the purpose of running away from home, to find his own kind, and then seek his own life, not to become an appendage of humans.

It briskly jumped up in front of the wild Pikachu and greeted it in its own unique way, touching its long, lightning-like tail towards it.

However.

Wild Pikachu suddenly poked his head out, bit Pikachu's tail fiercely, and then threw it out with a sharp flick of his limbs.

With a "bang", as if some kind of switch was turned on, a bunch of wild Pikachu suddenly ran out of the jungle, and the hairs were scattered and grinning at Pikachu, and the strong electricity was connected into a piece, like a power grid formed by Pikachu.

"Pickup!!"

"Qiu ~ Pickup!!"

"Pickup, pickup!!"

The noisy but hidden voice of a certain will sounded one after another, directly instilled into the bewildered Pikachu's ears.

Although it didn't quite understand what these companions meant, from the expression on its face, it could vaguely understand that it was driving it away.

And, as if to say, Pikachu, who was raised by humans, is not qualified to live here, let alone live with them.

In the end, there was a "boom", and lightning swept across the ground one after another.

Pikachu stared blankly at the lightning in front of him, he had imagined countless scenes of meeting his own kind, but none of them were the same as those in front of him.

The lightning bolt with disgust reflected the cold expressions of the Pikachu tribe, as well as the blank look on the face of the runaway Pikachu.

"Pickup ......"

Pikachu didn't dodge the incoming ferocious blow, or rather, it didn't have the strength to dodge.

The cruel reality seems to have withdrawn the only strength it has from it, telling it bluntly that the outside world and its companions are not as beautiful as they imagined.

That's it!

Pikachu suddenly found that the originally hard ground under his feet had turned into quicksand, and his body involuntarily slid to the side.

And it was this slip that allowed it to dodge the attack of the lightning bolt.

An emerald green figure flashed in the sky, and the ultrasonic larvae looked down cutely.

Don't understand what this group of Pikachu is up to? FFF ascension ceremony in the mouth of the owner?

Besides, aren't they nocturnal creatures? Could it be that it's so cold that day and night are reversed?!

If you guess like this, it's not incomprehensible to be grumpy.

Just when the ultrasonic larvae were preparing to do a big job after a long absence, let this group of electric mice know that the dragon system should not be humiliated.

"Pickup?!"

"Pickup pickup!!"

"Hilichurl ——!!"

The group of Pikachu suddenly rioted, and then ran quickly without hesitation.

"Huh?"

The ultrasonic larvae blinked blankly, is its dragon power so impressive?!

Can you scare away a bunch of fearless electric mice?

What the ultrasonic larvae didn't know was that on the first day of his arrival, he took the monarch snake to "get in close contact" with the Pokémon in the forest, allowing them to remember the identity and aura of their first brother in the forest.

Otherwise, how could the ultrasonic larvae and the big-mouthed baby fly into the depths of the forest so unimpeded?

You know, although not every river has a Tyrannosaurus Town, there must be a water system Pokémon ready to go, and the thousand-year-old kill does not need to be learned, it is the instinct of drilling holes.

But after they smelled the snake brother's scent, they all withered.

That night, the wind was too noisy, and the taste in the depths of my memory was a little terrifying.