Ghost

"Just leave like that?"

Whitley asked, glancing behind him at the quaint, understated doors of the Fuchsia Gym and Koga and Janine, who were still standing in the doorway watching the duo leave, and then turning his head back to Rope.

"Or what? Stay?"

Rope didn't turn around or look at Whitley, just stared at the road in front of them and the scenery on the way. Fuchsia Gym opened up on the outskirts of town and they didn't have to go into Fuchsia City to face the walk directly to the road to the next city. With only three dojos left, Rope relaxed instead, his feet light and humming under his breath.

"You didn't even stay at Saffron City Gym, I didn't think you'd stay at Fuchsia Gym either." Whitley said suspiciously as he looked at Rope, who was inexplicably more relaxed. They had slept in the guest room at Fuchsia Gym, Koga's house, last night, and then dawdled at Koga's house in the morning before leaving.

"I don't want to go into Fuchsia City right now, it's not like it was before, there are probably dark tides everywhere in there, I don't have any intention of going back in and getting involved, I've been involved in enough of this, one has to exercise restraint..."

Rope whistled Moving forward into the morning light, "And Koga's manners must be in place, I can be big-headed, but everything Koga does has to be in line with their family's rules, so we're staying for one night to reassure that family behind Koga that Koga and I are still friends."

"Is that important?" Whitley was a little puzzled, she didn't understand how Rope and Koga were obviously friends and as a result things had to be so complicated between the two.

"Of course it's necessary...Koga and I are friends, but the friendship doesn't really run very deep, so it's important to be courteous to each other in a relationship like this."

Rope nodded and said so.

Whitley still nodded though she still didn't understand.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand now, you're still just a little girl, you don't need to think about that much for now when you follow me around, you can slowly figure it out later when you're traveling out on your own."

Rope is naturally full of unconcern, these courtesies between friends say important is very important, say not important is also that, after all, the most crucial thing between sincere friends is to treat each other sincerely. Not between sincere friends the most critical is to make themselves valuable enough.

It wasn't exactly the best season in the forest, but walking through it, the fresh air and lush greenery was still invigorating.

Rope loved to travel, but had never been a fan of so-called destinations; the destination was important, but the process was just as, if not more, important.

Their next destination was Vermillion City, and most thankfully, Vermillion City and Fuchsia City were separated by a moderately sized forest, which wasn't very far, and was frequented, which meant that the interior of the forest was quite nice.

Like the forests they had previously traveled through, Rope had specifically picked the remote and dangerous places, with fewer people and more dangers, and the paths were more difficult than one another, so Rope, who had originally intended to challenge himself, would often get impatient and directly use his fire fist to burn a clean path.

After all, if they had taken the normal path, they wouldn't have gone to Celadon University's field teaching grounds...

Rope always has the feeling that playing puzzle games in the original world has turned into watching advertisements in the end...

So the pursuit of shortcuts and laziness are the inferiority of human beings! ...

But often when Rope is trekking, the one who is the most tired is Whitley. Rope has become a stamina monster since he ate Flame-Flame Fruit, really the kind that can fight with someone for a day, and after absorbing Pseudo-life Treasure Jade, his stamina is even more exaggerated, and it's still growing. It was as if a new door had been opened.

That's why it's usually Entei who comes out and carries Whitley on his back at this time.

Dang Three Beasts, or the first Three Beasts to awaken their own laws in many years, and it turned out to be reduced to a means of transportation just like that, real tragic…

The good thing is that this time it will not be necessary, honestly walk slowly is good, Whitley also can finally enjoy the leisurely traveling time.

The two of them walked for a short while before noon, the little meal they had eaten in the morning had long since been consumed in the running around, after all, they hadn't really eaten much because of the taste of their breakfast.

Next time, they will definitely not eat at Koga's house... at least not the cook at Koga's house... and who knows Janine will give her home to at the end of the day... hopefully, Janine has learned how to cook properly, or else her husband will have to think about whether or not his own wife will make a mistake every time Janine cooks... poison the family...

Seems like the best way to do that is for a man to cook...

Rope nods, then stirs the spoon held in her hand in the pot, then inclines her head, looking at Chimchar, who's fanning herself on the side of the pot when she should be fanning herself on the side of the pot, and as a result, is now slacking off.

Chimchar senses Rope's line of sight, and Then silently, without a word, he got up, fanning with a solemn face, as if a devout believer was worshipping.

Completely unable to see the appearance of that lazy monkey son just now...

Rope shook his head with a faint smile.

Rope's shoulder was touched, and when he turned his head, Whitley came up to him with a plate of chopped ingredients and handed it to Rope.

Rope glanced at Aspear Berry and Iapapa Berry, and saw that today's dish was his favorite sour curry, and that the main ingredient was a thick, stringy sausage.

Rope took the plate in and put it over, it wasn't time to put the ingredients in yet.

As for why they made curry every time...it wasn't that Rope didn't know how to make anything else, but in the wild, curry really was just the best thing to make, and the best thing to eat. This delicacy from the Ghaleel region had already been passed down in numerous areas of the Alliance.

After all, it's really something that both humans and Pokémon find delicious. As for the Pokéblock whatever, although it was true that both humans and Pokémon could consume it, it still didn't fit the human palate and taste after all.

Jelly can be eaten, but it can't be eaten as a staple.

And that thing is so full of energy that you won't be hungry for a long time after eating a piece of it, but it doesn't make you feel full, so the experience of eating it isn't very good.

As for the Poké Puff or whatever... that was a dessert, and eating too much of it wasn't a good thing either.

"Then I'll go ahead and help Charmeleon and the others go find more tree fruits." Whitley said after handing Rope his plate.

"No problem, find some more Oran Berry, it clears the oil and grease. It won't hurt to eat more." Rope said with a nod.

"Okay." With that, Whitley straightened up and headed deeper into the forest.

Rope shouted distantly at Whitley as if he suddenly remembered something, "Don't run too deep, there are quite a few Ghost-type Pokémon in this forest!"

"Got it!"

And just as the two of them were talking, a pair of big eyes in the shadows of the forest was staring at the pot, as if they were already glued and couldn't move their eyes away…

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They moved on after the afternoon meal, but the odds were that they would still be sleeping out in the wild tonight. Although Pokémon's world had been developed by humans for many years, more places were still Pokémon's territory. Humans could move quickly from city to city along fixed roads by means of constructed transportation, but if they relied on walking on two feet alone, it would still be quite normal for them to spend two or three days between cities.

This world also had artificial satellites, but there was really no development of manned space technology. Since Rayquaza's maximum tolerance seems to be dead things going into space...

"Rope, why do I get the feeling something is following us?" Whitley felt the wind blowing between the forests, vaguely cold, and the sunlight that poured into the forest seemed as if it was only there to provide space for the shadows. There was no semblance of warmth.

"Probably a mischievous Ghost-type Pokémon." Rope looked around, searching for the Ghost-type Pokémon that was messing around behind his back. he was quite calm, not so much because he was a great artist, but purely because... compared to being in the Spirit World at that time, this faint sense of creepiness in front of him was really just not worth mentioning.

"Don't worry about it, I'm here."

Rope leaned towards Whitley's side, and Whitley subconsciously pinched Rope's cuff.

A red-colored flame leapt at Rope's right arm, and then a tiny Chinese dragon with flames condensing into it appeared on Rope's shoulder. The little dragon screamed, raised its head and breathed fire upwards.

Rope's hair was set on fire, and Rope rolled her eyes in disgust before turning her own hair into flames. Then lifting her hand, she cupped the baby dragon and placed it on Whitley's shoulder.

The little dragon wriggled, then stood still on Whitley's shoulder and lay down a little later, as if asleep.

This move was also developed by Rope and Entei together. It was only that Entei was using the life force contained in Sacred Fire itself to revitalize the flame, but Rope's Red Flame really didn't have the property of life, or at least Rope really hadn't developed the property of life force for the time being. Whether it did or not, Rope wasn't exactly sure.

After all, Year didn't give an instruction manual either...

Rope's current activation relied on the sense of life force brought about by the Pseudo-Life Treasure Jade.

After the little dragon lay down on Whitley's shoulder, the coldness on Whitley's body disappeared, leaving only a faint warmth lingering on her body.

When Whitley looked at the forest again, there was no longer that gloomy feeling she had just had. It was just normal forest.

"Is he affecting me with a similar skill like Dark Night Magic Shadow?"

Whitley asked looking up at Rope.

"Probably, after all, if that wasn't the case there's no reason why you wouldn't be scared once my flames got to you."

Rope said as she cocked her head.

After all, if it was simply a matter of being scared on its own, Rope's flames didn't seem to have developed such a trait as giving people courage for the time being...

But it was already perverted now, and it really wasn't appropriate to ask for more than that. After all, there was no flame that could gather all the extended characteristics of a flame.

Being able to burn most of the effects right now was already perverse enough.

"Then what should we do if he keeps following us?"

Whitley looked around warily, trying to get a girl to overcome her natural fear of bugs was hard enough. Not to mention overcoming the nature of being afraid of ghosts...

Rope shrugged and said, "What you should be asking is not 'what to do' but 'why'. After all, there are only three options for dealing with this kind of guy: defeat, subdue, or leave them alone. But that's a choice I'm not going to make myself, but rather see how he chooses."

Rope paused, he was still confused, "So why? There's no reason for this guy to follow us..."

Rope glanced at Entei's Pokéball at his waist, and through the Luxury Ball's casing, Rope could also see Entei's face of indignation...

He was the one who had been releasing his pressure, and normal Pokémon faces would not even come close, but this unknown breed of probable Ghost-type Pokémon didn't seem to care about Entei's pressure, or cared a lot about it but Rope had something about them that was attractive enough to make him ignore Entei's pressure.

That's what Rope was curious about. If it was the first possibility, it meant that this Pokémon was stronger than Koga's Forked Bat...

This was a safe path set out by the Alliance, and the likelihood of such a powerful Pokémon actually appearing was basically zero.

Then in the second case, it could only be said that this Pokémon's willpower was quite strong. Even if Rope didn't know exactly what it was that he was pursuing.

"Let's go, it will naturally appear when it's time, and if it doesn't appear, it's as if there's no such thing." Rope was all for it, still, he didn't think it was the first possibility. It wasn't like he hadn't seen a powerful Ghost-type Pokémon before.

The Ghost King in the Ghost King Scramble who had the bad luck to meet Rope was very powerful, but of course, it was only very powerful...

However, Rope still didn't know that it wasn't just that one Ghost King who had the bad luck to meet Rope... If he went there again now, he would find that The entire spirit world around Lavender Town was as clean as if it had been plowed under, and ghosts had to greet each other when they met.

Let's just say Granny Agatha went down too hard...

So Rope was not feeling that powerful Ghost-type Pokémon vibe.

Rope shook his head, and then walked without a hitch according to the originally booked plan. It was just a matter of soldiers coming to the rescue.

In the shadows behind them, a pair of eyes were still staring at them, or more accurately, at Rope's backpack, refusing to blink.

Time flew by, and before they knew it, it was night, and Rope and the others built a campfire, and then proceeded to start burying the pots and pans.

"Rope, is it really okay? What if he comes sneaking up on us at night?"

Whitley was still a bit butthurt.

Only as soon as he mentioned the whole sneak attack at night thing, Rope couldn't help but glance at Charmeleon, who was not far away, and then smiled.

Charmeleon, who had just returned from picking up branches and was about to go and pitch a tent with Growlithe, saw his look and also heard Whitley's question just now, so he glared at Rope with a face of shame and indignation, and then sullenly went to pitch the tent.

Looking at Charmeleon's reaction Rope laughed lightly, then as if he suddenly thought of something the smile at the corner of his mouth paused.

He looked at the pot in front of him and reacted for a moment before pulling at the corner of his mouth.

"No way right..."