Pokémon: A Trainer Who Masters the Six Powers from the Start

With both Carson and his Pokémon left to perish in the wilderness, Ron took it as a harsh reminder for himself.

This world wasn't as idyllic as he might have hoped. A single misstep could see him sharing Carson's fate, his body abandoned in the wild.

To acclimate himself to this reality, Ron had allowed Meowth to finish off Carson, along with his Pokémon.

Next time, the one taking action would be Ron himself.

After scavenging all the food and supplies from Carson's corpse, Ron moved on without haste, venturing deeper into the forest.

From Carson's lackluster performance, Ron judged that the man was among the weaker participants in the trial. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been dealt with so easily.

The silver lining was that Machop had spent most of its time training rather than battling, leaving plenty of room for growth.

Now that Machop had adapted to its current training regimen, it could dedicate more time to battles. With Ron playing the role of a medic, its level was bound to rise quickly.

Meowth, on the other hand, needed a few days to adjust to its training schedule. Ron hoped it would develop enough endurance to last longer in battle.

As they traveled, Meowth suddenly shivered, turning its head to find Ron smiling at it—a smile that sent a chill down its spine.

Having survived in the wild for some time, Meowth trusted its instincts.

The last time it had felt this kind of dread, it ended up getting pummeled by Machop.

This time, though, Meowth didn't believe Ron meant it harm. Perhaps it was just struggling to adapt to being a Trainer's Pokémon?

Pushing the thought aside, Meowth refocused on its job as a bodyguard, staying alert to any movement in the surroundings.

In the Pokémon world, wild Pokémon territory was divided by strength. The further one ventured into the forest, the stronger the Pokémon became.

It was like a video game: weaker creatures patrolled the outskirts, while the "bosses" lurked in the depths.

For now, though, even these weaker "minions" posed a significant threat to Ron.

Thanks to his special vision, Ron could discern the levels of Pokémon around him.

In the forest's outer ring, most Pokémon were around Level 10. But as he pressed further in, Level 12 Pokémon began to appear.

Ron left most of the battles to Machop, only letting Meowth take on weaker opponents to ensure it could keep up.

In just three days, Machop's level had risen by three, reaching Level 17, while Meowth had climbed to Level 13.

While Machop averaged one level per day, its progress was a testament to its grueling battle schedule and Ron's continuous healing support.

The difficulty of leveling up would only increase as they grew stronger.

Unfortunately, Ron hadn't encountered any other trial participants in the past three days. It was as if he were the only person in the entire forest.

"Take your time—no need to rush," Ron said, watching Machop and Meowth wolf down their meals. He handed each of them another ten strips of jerky.

Watching the anime, Ron hadn't given much thought to Pokémon's eating habits. But raising two Pokémon himself, he realized their appetites grew along with their levels.

Take Machop, for instance. It used to eat about as much as Ron. Now, its intake was equivalent to two of him.

Ron shuddered to imagine how much Machop might consume when its strength reached greater heights. Could a Pokémon's appetite be a measure of its power?

Swallowing the last bite of his own jerky, Ron considered the trial's structure.

Of the 500 participants, some, like Ron, were desperate risk-takers. Others were Rocket Grunts who had found a way to participate through connections.

The Rocket Grunts weren't overwhelmingly powerful—trial rules ensured a level playing field—but their presence added a layer of danger.

The trial's second phase, the current wilderness survival segment, would last three months.

At the end of that period, if more than 100 participants remained, the Rocket supervisors would begin a ruthless purge until only 100 were left.

Ron couldn't help but notice discrepancies between the Rocket Grunts in his memory and those he'd seen so far. Their uniforms were different, but the distinctive "R" logo left no doubt about their affiliation.

Before Machop and Meowth could finish their meal, a faint buzzing sound reached Meowth's sensitive ears.

It froze, instantly alert, jerky forgotten.

Over the past few days, the trio had developed a strong rapport. Noticing Meowth's reaction, Ron and Machop sprang into action.

While Meowth kept watch, Machop quickly erased any signs of their presence, and the group scrambled up a large tree for cover.

The buzzing grew louder, heading straight for them. Beneath it, they could hear the sound of something crashing through the underbrush.

A moment later, a purple blur burst from the bushes—a Level 14 Arbok, fleeing in terror. The snake Pokémon's usually menacing face was twisted in panic.

Seconds later, its pursuers appeared: a swarm of Beedrill, one of the forest's most fearsome inhabitants.

Unlike most wild Pokémon, Beedrill lived in aggressive, tightly-knit groups. Anyone foolish enough to provoke them faced relentless retaliation.

Every year, countless Trainers were chased by Beedrill swarms after attempting to capture Weedle.

With their overwhelming numbers, even Pokémon far stronger than individual Beedrill often fell victim to their coordinated assaults.

The Arbok, despite being Level 14, didn't dare fight back against the swarm of Level 12 Beedrill.

As its speed flagged, the Beedrill changed tactics.

Some ascended, raining down Poison Sting attacks like a deadly shower.

Desperate, the Arbok countered with Acid Spray, clearing a small area around itself.

But the swarm quickly surrounded it, their twin stingers gleaming ominously.

Known for its cruelty, the Arbok now looked utterly defeated, letting out a plaintive cry as it realized there was no escape.

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