"Let's catch a Pokémon!"
Sho shouted, slamming his fist into his palm — his official start to the Pokémon world journey.
> Mission Assigned
Catch a wild Pokémon without fighting it.
Rewards: 5 Gacha Tickets and Additional Rewards??
Total Gacha Tickets in possession : 16
"Catch it without fighting? What am I supposed to do, blackmail it?" Sho said with a deadpan look.
After all, catching a wild Pokémon without battling was basically impossible — unless the Pokémon willingly followed you and let itself be caught. Sounded simple, but it really wasn't.
> System Notice:
Host can use any method to catch a wild Pokémon, but cannot use other Pokémon to fight it.
The host himself also cannot attack — only defensive actions are allowed.
"I see… so I have to be completely defensive," Sho mused, rubbing his chin.
"Then the perfect target would be Caterpie. I'll just glare at it, it'll freeze on the spot, and boom — mission complete," he muttered confidently.
A simple plan: catch a weak-looking bug who, in Sho's mind, was just a wannabe mini Rayquaza.
Sho looked around, but all he could see was endless grassy fields stretching out in every direction.
He bent his knees and jumped high into the air. From that height, his vision expanded — he could now see much farther than before. In the distance, he spotted a cluster of small houses — probably a human village or settlement.
Farther beyond that, the glimmer of the ocean caught his eye. It was quite far away, but with Sho's flying speed, he could reach it in seconds if he wanted to.
Landing back on the ground, he decided to head toward the human settlement first. The reason was simple — he didn't have a Poké Ball. And without Poké Balls, there was no catching Pokémon. The best place to find one? A human area, obviously.
Sho started dashing forward, not too fast and not too slow. He could've flown, sure, but running felt better — the wind brushing past, the sound of grass beneath his feet. Plus, it was healthy for body.
After running for a while, Sho spotted two Pokémon — a Bunnelby hopping around and a Pidgey flying above.
He thought for a moment about catching the Pidgey. After all, its final evolution, Pidgeot, was actually pretty good. But he didn't have any Poké Balls yet, so he'd have to wait a little. Besides, Pidgey wasn't exactly rare — he could find one again anytime.
As he kept going, Sho noticed a little kid walking toward him.
What immediately caught his attention, though, were the small red and white balls hanging from the kid's waist.
"Poké Balls…" Sho muttered, slowing down his steps.
The kid, who had just seen Sho running like a charging Tauros and suddenly stopping, froze in place. And now, Sho was walking toward him.
"Mom told me to beware of strangers… and not take any food from them," the kid muttered to himself nervously.
Sho crouched down slightly and gave him a friendly smile.
"Hey there, kid. How are you?"
"I-I'm fine… but who are you?" the kid asked, gripping his Poké Balls tighter.
"I'm Sho," he replied calmly. "And I just need a bit of help."
"W-What kind of help?"
"Could I maybe get one or two Poké Balls?" Sho asked casually.
The kid froze — his face went pale, like he'd just seen a ghost. He remembered hearing rumors in the village about thugs stealing Pokémon from trainers. And now, here was a tall, suspicious-looking guy asking for Poké Balls.
'He's asking nicely now… but maybe when I say no, that's when he'll show his true colors!' the kid thought, his heart pounding.
Sho looked at the kid, who stood frozen on the spot. 'Maybe he's just a shy one,' Sho thought.
He waved his hand lightly, releasing a subtle magic — something like hypnosis — that washed over the boy.
"So, kid, tell me—what is this place? I mean, the name and location," Sho asked.
"This is a small village on the outskirts of the main city. And… this is the Kalos region," the boy replied, sounding a bit hesitant.
'Kalos, huh? That's the region with the legendary Pokémon—Xerneas, Yveltal, and Zygarde… and even mythical ones like Hoopa, Diancie, and Volcanion,' Sho recalled in his mind.
He then asked the boy if he had ever heard of those names, but the kid shook his head, saying he hadn't.
After that, Sho asked for the boy's Poké Balls, and the kid handed over three—since that was all he had.
Sho examined one of the Poké Balls, pressing the button curiously. It expanded with a click, then shrank back to its smaller form. He pressed another, and this time a bright red light burst out, materializing into a small creature on the ground.
A small yellow fox-like Pokémon with tufts of red fur—whatever that stuff was—sprouting from her ears.
"A Fennekin… a Fire-type Pokémon," Sho mused, watching her with interest.
Fennekin turned to look for her trainer, but something felt off. Her expression changed instantly as it noticed Sho instead—and Fennekin immediately went on alert. With a sharp growl, released a burst of flame toward him.
Sho casually raised his palm, blocking it.
"Ho… it's actually hot," he muttered, shaking his hand a little. It didn't burn him—just a slight tingle.
Fennekin continued to growl, fur bristling.
"Seriously? Attacking me for no reason?" Sho sighed. "Well, since you attacked, I guess I've got the right to counterattack, don't you think?"
Fennekin crouched, ready for another round—determined to face whatever Pokémon that might appear.
But what fennekin didn't knew was that there will be no Pokémon battle instead something else.
Then Sho took a deep breath.
"Hawk… Tuahhhh!"
A wad of water shot from Sho's mouth like a spitball, splashing all over Fennekin and soaking her completely. The little fox rolled away with a startled yelp, drenched from head to tail.
It was In utter shock frozen in disbelief and layed on the Ground
Fennekin : Did he just Spit on me.
Of course, it wasn't just spit—Sho had infused it with a touch of magic, channeling it through his mouth to make it look like an ordinary spit attack.
"That," Sho declared proudly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, "was called Spit Attack."
Attack Information: A normal spit attack, when it lands perfectly on an opponent, inflicts not only minor damage but also delivers a devastating blow to their dignity. The shame lingers forever—an insult that will haunt them till death.
He then looked at the drenched Fennekin, who was still shaking herself off. "Alright, alright. I won't traumatize you further," he sighed, calling her back into the Poké Ball with a flash of red light.
Turning to the kid, Sho said, "Here, you can have your Pokémon back. I'm not a bad guy. I just needed a couple of empty Poké Balls, so I'll keep these two."
With a flick of his fingers, a faint shimmer of magic flowed in the air. "And by the way," Sho added, "you gifted me those empty Poké Balls because you thought I was super cool, got it?"
The kid blinked, then suddenly brightened up. "I gifted the Poké Balls to a cool uncle!" he said cheerfully before skipping away.
Sho froze. "Uncle!? Hey! I'm not an uncle—call me big brother!"
The kid turned back "Sorry I will say it again, I gifted the two empty Poké Balls to a cool big brother!"
Sho smirked, hands on his hips as the kid danced away down the path. "That's better," he muttered.
Though Sho also realized just how dangerous and useful mind-related magic could be — with it, he could hypnotize anyone, even alter their memories like rewriting a script.
A power like that could easily make someone the protagonist in a certain kind of world… and you probably know exactly what kind of world that is.
And deep inside every human, there's always a whisper — a lurking darkness — that tempts you to misuse that power.
Inside Sho's mind, that voice hissed:
Darkness: "What's stopping you? Don't you have fetishes? You have it right and you could fulfill every single one of them. So just... ."
" DO IT "
Sho exhaled sharply, shaking his head.
"Hell no," he muttered. "Forget bitches — I'm catching Pokémon."
Pokemon>Bitches
Sho, like a seasoned warrior, walked ahead toward his next journey, leaving behind all the useless thoughts and distractions. His focus was now set on what lay ahead.
Stay tuned for the next episode — the journey's just getting started.
.....
In a forest surrounded by tall trees, Sho moved along a narrow path carved between them, searching for a suitable Pokémon to catch. He had no reason to head toward the human village anymore — he already got the Pokéballs he needed.
As he kept walking, he eventually reached a quiet lake right in the middle of the forest.
There, he noticed something floating — a small leaf boat drifting gently on the surface. On it, a Froakie was lying down with one leg on top of another, completely chilling in its little ride.
"Froakie… basically the frog version of normal world and a water type Pokémon," Sho muttered, eyes lighting up. "But what makes it special is its final evolution — Greninja."
Even Though not a Legendary or mythical Pokémon but still not less than Them.
His lips curled into a grin.
"I gotta catch it."
Sho aimed a Pokéball and threw it straight toward the sleeping Froakie.
Meanwhile, the sleeping Froakie's eyes snapped open. In an instant, it leaped upward and kicked the incoming Pokéball right back toward Sho. The ball spun through the air, and Sho caught it effortlessly.
A silent stare-down followed — Sho and Froakie locked eyes even though they were a fair distance apart.
Then Froakie jumped off the floating leaf in the middle of the lake, landing gracefully on the ground.
"Froakie… Froakie…" it croaked, ready for a challenge.
"Sorry, buddy, I don't speak Pokémon Language" Sho said, holding up the Pokéball. "But look — can you just go inside this thing?"
Froakie : There have been many humans who tried to catch me, but none succeeded. What makes this idiot think I'll just crawl into that ball? I'm Froakie, ruler of this great lake — born to sit on a throne, not inside some stupid ball.
Sho tilted his head slightly, watching. Will he accept the offer? he wondered.
But Froakie only kicked the Pokéball away in defiance.
As Froakie started walking back toward the lake, Froakie turned for a brief moment and croaked,
"Fro… akie… Froa… kie…"
Translation: I shall spare you today. Make no such mistake again.
Then, like an arrogant little king, Froakie jumped back onto his leaf boat, crossed his arms, and closed his eyes as if the whole world didn't deserve his presence.
Sho had no idea what it said, but from the tone alone, he could tell — yeah, that frog's full of attitude.
Picking up the Pokéball, Sho glanced at the calm lake. It was pretty big, and the way Froakie jumped from his leaf to the ground and back again showed just how agile and strong it was. Can't let that one go, Sho thought.
He began walking over the water's surface using magic, each step light and soundless, not even a ripple forming beneath his feet. Soon, he reached the middle of the lake, right where Froakie was lazily floating on his leaf boat.
Sho crouched down, whispering to himself, He won't surrender that easily… but what if I put him inside the Pokéball first, then press hard so he can't come back out? Will that even work… or will the Pokéball just break?
The only way to find out was to do it.
Sho carefully moved the Pokéball toward the sleeping Froakie—
—but Froakie had been aware the whole time. The arrogant king of the lake suddenly burst upward, eyes blazing with anger.
"FROAKIE!!"
Bubble Beam!
A torrent of water bubbles shot down toward Sho with furious speed—
"Ahhhhhhh!"
"That hurts…" Sho groaned, rubbing his shoulder as the blast's aftershock faded.
Froakie landed gracefully back on the lake, standing atop the water like a ninja frog — calm, balanced, smug.
Froakie: See? Told ya. You don't listen… now it hurts.
The little frog shook his head, clearly disappointed in this human's life choices.
"Heheh, I was joking! That attack wouldn't even make a good massage!" Sho shot back with a grin, even sticking his tongue out to taunt.
The taunting worked a little too well.
Froakie's eye twitched. He had been holding back, but this annoying human just wouldn't stop. The water around his hands began swirling rapidly, condensing into a glowing sphere.
"Froa… KIEEE!"
WATER PULSE!
The spinning orb shot toward Sho with force.
Sho didn't move an inch. Instead, he took a deep breath—
Hawk… Tuahhh!
A perfectly aimed Spit Attack blasted out, colliding with Froakie's Water Pulse midair and making it explode into a spray of mist.
Sho wiped his mouth casually. "Told ya. My spit's stronger than you water pulse."
Froakie: No… that's impossible!
As Showdown continues....
Froakie was completely confused. No matter how many times he attacked, the human just spit — and every single attack got obliterated. His strongest moves, reduced to mist.
He had never felt such disrespect in his entire Froakie life. And yet, here he was… being overpowered by a human who fought like a Pokémon.
How… how can I lose to him? I… I shall never lose!
A bright light suddenly surrounded Froakie.
"What's happening now?" Sho muttered, shielding his eyes.
As the light faded, a new voice echoed through the forest—
"FROAGADIER!"
Sho's eyes widened. "Whoa! You actually evolved! Just one more evolution and you'll be Greninja!" he shouted, sounding way more excited than the Pokémon itself.
Even Frogadier found it weird — why is he happier than me? — but that wasn't important right now. What mattered was defeating the human standing before him.
He raised his arms, gathering water energy.
WATER PULSE
But Frogadier didn't launch it right away — he stopped, realizing a normal Water Pulse wouldn't be enough. He needed something stronger. Something that couldn't be stopped.
Frogadier closed his eyes and started to feel the flow of the entire lake as if all the water in lake was Bowing to the presence of a king.
Soon the water began to swirl violently as Frogadier lifted both hands toward the sky.
"Wait a second… why does this look so familiar?" Sho tilted his head. "Ah! It's like the Spirit Bomb from DBZ!.
Soon, a massive sphere of condensed water — easily half the size of the lake — hovered above Frogadier.
He launched it toward Sho with all his strength.
Sho's eyes narrowed as red energy lines glowed faintly across his body off course not visible through naked eyes.
Solar energy surging through his veins evolving his body durability.
The water bomb crashed down, exploding with a thunderous roar — trees bent, the ground cracked, and a massive crater formed.
When the dust settled, Sho stood in the middle — completely unharmed. His clothes were drenched, but not a single wound marked his body.
Frogadier's eyes widened in disbelief. He had given it everything… and yet it wasn't enough.
You won, human… this king has lost, Frogadier thought weakly as his body gave out, collapsing into the lake, sinking slowly in water.
"Frogadier!" Sho shouted, immediately rushing forward.
...
Sho walked toward a tree, carrying the fainted Frogadier carefully in his arms. He gently laid him down by the roots, the cool shade falling over them both.
"You fought bravely, Frogadier," Sho said softly. "Don't be disappointed. From what I've seen, you've got the strength to become the strongest Greninja in existence."
After all an attack like that shouldn't be possible for an normal Frogadier.
Sho took a few steps back, a small smile forming on his face as he reached into his inventory and pulled out a cap.
"I've always wanted to do this," he muttered, grinning.
Tilting the cap backward — just like Ash used to — Sho took aim and threw the Pokéball with a perfect spin. It struck Frogadier, and in a flash of red light, the Pokémon vanished inside.
The Pokéball hit the ground, shook once… twice… the red light blinked—
Click.
Gotcha!
Sho raised his hand triumphantly. "I caught a Frogadier!"
> Mission Completed