That eerie response finally made Delia, who was cooking, notice the movement in the bushes.
She suddenly turned her head, looking at the rustling bushes behind her.
"Ah!"
Delia screamed, like a startled deer, and almost instinctively lunged toward Roy's side, grabbing his arm.
A soft, warm sensation pressed tightly against him.
"Is... is it a ghost, or some fierce beast Pokemon~"
Delia's voice trembled, her body shaking slightly.
Roy shook his head, his sharp gaze Lock-On that patch of bushes.
"It's not a ghost, nor a fierce beast."
"It's a person."
"Hungry~ So hungry~"
The voice drifted out again, clearer this time; it was indeed a female voice, just weak and a bit airy.
Then, the bushes were pushed aside.
A head with messy orange hair like a bird's nest, accompanied by a "rustling" sound, struggled to squeeze out of the bushes.
It was a girl.
She wore a yellow midriff-baring top, revealing a slender waist and a cute belly button.
On her lower body was a pair of short blue denim overalls, the legs so short they reached the base of her thighs, and her long, straight legs were covered in mud and grass clippings.
Only one strap hung over her shoulder; the other hung loosely.
She looked completely disheveled.
Several leaves were stuck in her hair, and a few dark brown bird feathers clung to her shoulder.
Such obvious characteristics—orange short hair, midriff-baring top, short denim shorts.
Roy recognized the visitor at a glance.
Misty, the heroine of the Original Series!
Seeing this look... Roy's mouth twitched.
He probably guessed what had happened.
The flock of Spearow he had avoided earlier must have been run into by Misty.
And looking at her state, she was probably chased quite miserably.
"Gurgle~"
A loud stomach growl came from Misty's belly.
Her whole face was drooping, her lips pale, clearly both tired and hungry.
But the next second, her nose suddenly twitched.
Those eyes, which were somewhat listless from exhaustion, suddenly lit up.
It was the aroma!
The aroma of food!
The sausages and mushrooms Delia was frying, and the smell of hot soup... Misty's eyes instantly glowed with a green light.
With a "whoosh," at a speed completely inconsistent with her weak state just now, she rushed straight to the campfire.
"That!"
She stared intently at the sizzling sausages in the frying pan, then looked at the steaming rice in the small pot next to it, swallowing hard.
"Is... is this your food?"
"Can I have some?"
"I can pay!"
As she spoke, she scrambled to feel her pockets, only to pull out a few coins and some leaves.
Her expression immediately became embarrassed.
[Ding!]
The system notification sounded in Roy's mind.
[Triggered Script Emotional Line — Misty]
[Task One: Please become travel partners with Misty.]
[Task Reward: Harmonious Family Aura — Once activated, any beauties who have confirmed a relationship with the host will automatically and amicably integrate into the family, without any conflicts with the sisters.]
[Task Two: Become partners with Misty and establish a special relationship.]
[Task Reward: Psychic Constitution — Once activated, you can cultivate Psychic powers.]
Uh... how should I put it.
It just had to be the system!
Knowing he was working hard for the goal of reaching the top of the Pokemon world, it directly gave him a divine skill like "Harmonious Family."
Don't look at the description of this aura as being understated; it doesn't directly improve his own combat power or the combat power of his Pokemon.
But this thing is a core aura of utmost importance!
How many heroes and powerful Trainers have eventually tripped over the issue of their "backyard catching fire"?
Wives being jealous and fighting among themselves, exhausting all their energy on mediating family conflicts—how could they focus on becoming stronger?
Once this aura is activated, as long as they join the family, they will automatically be friendly.
There won't be any disputes.
This is an ability many people dream of!
As for the reward for the second task... Psychic Constitution.
Being able to cultivate Psychic powers.
In the Pokemon world, Roy knew all too well how popular Psychics were.
Psychic powers at Sabrina's level are simply a bug.
Even if he couldn't reach Sabrina's level, even just the most basic use of mental power would provide a huge boost in combat power.
Not to mention the convenience of Psychic powers in daily life, exploration, and even certain special occasions.
Roy took a deep breath.
His expression became serious and determined.
For the harmony of the world.
And for this truly fragrant Psychic Constitution.
He was duty-bound.
This task, he accepted!
...
"No need for money."
Roy put down the work of setting up the tent and walked toward the campfire.
Delia was still holding his arm, following him step by step.
"Just don't pretend to be a ghost in the forest next time."
Roy said as he reached the campfire.
By now, Delia could see clearly that it was indeed a person, and the fear in her heart mostly dissipated.
She let go of Roy's hand, stepped forward a few paces, and a gentle smile appeared on her face.
"Yes, let's eat together. I happen to have made extra."
As she spoke, she briskly took out a new plate, served some rice, added a few sausages and fried mushrooms, and scooped a spoonful of hot soup.
"There's more in the pot if it's not enough."
"Ooh~ Thank you so much!"
Looking at the steaming food before her, Misty's eyes were about to moisten.
She bowed deeply.
"My name is Misty, I'm from Cerulean City, and my goal is to become a Water-type Pokémon Master!"
After finishing her introduction, she couldn't hold back any longer. She took the plate, picked up a spoon, and began devouring the food.
"Eat slowly, don't choke."
Seeing her starving state, some of Delia's instincts were instantly triggered.
She turned to take a water bottle from her backpack, poured a cup of water, and handed it to Misty.
Then she took out a comb.
"My name is Delia, I'm from Pallet Town. Misty, shall I help you tidy up your hair?"
Delia said softly, looking at Misty's short orange hair that was as messy as a bird's nest.
"There are still leaves and bird feathers in your hair."
"Mmm... okay!"
Misty nodded indistinctly with her mouth full of food, her eyes full of gratitude.
Delia moved behind her, carefully removing the debris from her hair, and then gently began to comb it.
Her movements were gentle and meticulous.
"Then thank you so much, Sister Delia!"
Misty swallowed her food and said sweetly.
Delia's heart softened at being called "Sister," and her combing movements became even gentler.
"By the way, handsome, what's your name?"
Misty turned her gaze toward Roy.
While eating, she sized up this youth who looked only a few years older than her.
Handsome features, steady eyes, and a tall, upright build.
Followed by a Pikachu and an Eevee, he looked like a rookie Trainer.
But his movements in setting up the tent were very skillful, and he didn't seem flustered at all by her sudden appearance.
He was quite calm.
"My name is Roy."
Roy sat down opposite her and picked up the rice Delia had served for him.
"I'm also from Pallet Town."
"As for my goal..."
He paused and looked up at Misty.
"My first small goal is to win the Indigo League Conference Champion."
"Pfft, cough cough cough!"
Misty almost spat out a mouthful of rice.
She quickly covered her mouth, coughed violently several times, grabbed her water cup and gulped down several mouthfuls of water, before finally catching her breath.
Then she widened her eyes and looked at Roy with a face full of disbelief.
"Huh? Small goal? Champion?"
She put down her plate and scanned Roy carefully again.
Beside him, there was indeed only a Pikachu and an Eevee.
Pikachu was squatting by Roy's feet, nibbling on a berry, while Eevee was gracefully lying by Delia's legs, napping.
A standard starter lineup.
"By the way... I see you're a rookie Trainer, right?"
Misty's tone carried a hint of doubt.
"Winning the Indigo League Conference Champion isn't that easy."
"Trainers of the Cultivation Faction have to collect 8 Gym Badges first!"
"And that's just the entry requirement. Even if you get 8 Badges and qualify to compete, there are many strong people in the conference."
"In previous Indigo League Conferences, those who could make it to the main tournament were at least Trainers who had traveled for a year or two."
"Those who could make it to the top sixteen or top eight were basically veterans who had traveled for more than three years."
"As for the Champion..."
Misty shook her head, looking at Roy with a look that said "young people don't know the height of the heavens."
"Anyway, I've never seen or heard of a rookie Trainer winning the Indigo League Conference Champion."
"The youngest Indigo League Conference Champion in history also took two years of traveling to win it."
"You've only just set out, right?"
She said, taking another mouthful of rice.
Roy's expression didn't change, he just said calmly:
"Then you'll see it very soon."
"Really?"
Misty had a "are you serious" look on her face.
She put down her spoon and stared at Roy for a few seconds.
Roy's eyes were very calm, with no intention of joking, nor was he shaken by her words.
In that calmness, there was a strange kind of confidence.
Misty suddenly felt a bit curious.
Is this guy... blindly arrogant?
Or does he really have some confidence?
Suddenly, Misty leaned forward, bringing her face close to Roy's.
The distance closed instantly.
So close that both could clearly feel each other's breath.
Misty still carried the scent of the forest's greenery, mixed with a faint smell of sweat.
Her short orange hair shimmered with a warm luster under the reflection of the campfire, and a few strands of hair clung to her sweaty forehead.
Because she was wearing a midriff-baring top, this leaning forward motion completely exposed her slender waist to Roy's line of sight.
Her abdominal muscles were clearly visible.
Her belly button was small and cute.
Further down were those incredibly short denim shorts, the waistband hanging low on her hip bone, revealing a section of her fair waist and hip curve.
From Roy's angle, in this position, he could even vaguely see a bit of shadow beneath the edge of the denim shorts.
The two of them stared at each other strangely like this...
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