Pokémon: Global Invasion

“Dad, just trust me!”

Ryoma pressed on, and after saying that, he directly expressed his intentions to the staff.

The staff acknowledged this, and amidst Ryoma's father’s helpless expression, they began processing the necessary procedures for Ryoma.

The process was somewhat similar to obtaining a driver’s license: taking a photo, undergoing a health examination, and finally passing a test on Pokémon laws to obtain a Trainer’s certificate.

The procedure went very smoothly, and Ryoma quickly completed the series of steps. However, one thing that caught his attention was that abandoning a Small Pokémon was regarded as a serious crime, akin to losing a firearm.

This was quite understandable; after all, the power of Small Pokémon could be lethal to ordinary people!

A single move from a Small Pokémon could easily kill a weak human, and if a Small Pokémon were abandoned, it would be like leaving a time bomb that could explode at any moment, causing significant harm!

Of course, abusing Small Pokémon was also a serious crime, as abused Small Pokémon might run away, which was not much different from abandonment.

After completing all the procedures, Ryoma successfully received his Trainer’s certificate, which classified him as a beginner Trainer.

The staff then handed him a Poké Ball and the custody certificate for the shiny Sandshrew, reminding him that he could now accept the chosen Sandshrew.

Holding the Poké Ball and custody certificate, Ryoma let out a big sigh of relief; everything was finally settled, and he could finally get his cherished shiny Sandshrew!

“Why not choose another one? This sixth sense thing is quite mystical, and your mom has never had any luck with it.” On the way home, Ryoma's father was still persistently talking, hoping his stubborn son would change his mind.

Ryoma was not about to let his ignorant father get his way; he was feeling proud of this lucky find!

“Mom, we’re back!”

Upon returning home, Ryoma's father went listlessly into the kitchen to help with dinner, but Ryoma knew that his petty dad was surely going to complain to his mother.

Nevertheless, Ryoma didn’t mind; time would prove everything. This shiny Sandshrew would definitely become a powerful Small Pokémon in his hands!

Feeling excited, Ryoma returned to his room and immediately pressed the button in the center of the Poké Ball. A flash of white light appeared, and a green Sandshrew materialized in the room.

The little guy who had just arrived in this new environment looked very timid. As soon as Ryoma released it, it darted under the bed, then peeked out a claw to cautiously observe everything in the room.

“Hello, Sandshrew! My name is Ryoma, and from now on, we are partners!”

Ryoma tried to soften his expression as much as possible, crouching down to quietly greet the Sandshrew.

However, the Sandshrew seemed unresponsive; seeing Ryoma crouch down, it dashed further under the bed, making Ryoma feel a headache.

“It looks like this little guy has been bullied in its group, which is why it’s so timid. How can I make it accept me?” Ryoma began to brainstorm for solutions.

For newcomers like them encountering Small Pokémon for the first time, getting the Small Pokémon to acknowledge them was the primary challenge.

“Ryoma, come out for dinner!” At that moment, his mother called out.

“Okay, I’m coming.” Ryoma sighed, realizing he would have to think of a way to gain the Sandshrew’s trust slowly.

With that in mind, Ryoma opened his bedroom door and stepped outside, immediately inhaling the delicious aroma of cooked dishes wafting through the air. It seemed like they were having a feast again today.

Feeling delighted, he hurried to the bathroom to wash his hands before enjoying the delicious meal!

Happily humming a tune, Ryoma’s glance inadvertently caught the reflection in the mirror, and he couldn’t help but laugh.

In the mirror, there was Sandshrew curiously peeking out, lying against the doorframe, its head stretched out long, its nose twitching continually, and its throat swallowing; it looked utterly comical!

“So it’s a little food lover; that makes things much easier!” A mischievous grin spread across Ryoma's face.

After washing his hands, Ryoma ignored the Sandshrew and went straight to the dining table, eager to enjoy the feast.

“Little Ryoma, where’s your Sandshrew? Call it out so I can take a look!” Ryoma's mother said as she placed the last dish on the table, smiling at him.

“Mom, a Sandshrew is a Small Pokémon. It probably wouldn’t like our human food,” Ryoma replied nonchalantly.

“Sand~”

As a Small Pokémon, Sandshrew had its own way of interpreting the meaning behind living creatures' expressions. Upon hearing Ryoma's words, its face changed immediately, almost jumping out to express that this delicious food was something Small Pokémon would surely enjoy!

“Are you sure you don’t want to call it?” Ryoma's mother appeared hesitant.

Sandshrew also looked uncertain.

“No need. I heard that Sandshrew likes to eat bugs. I’ll just catch a couple for it later,” Ryoma said dismissively.

“Shashasha~”

It seems this human misunderstood something… should I explain?

“Well, I thought Sandshrew would enjoy meat. Guess it’s just you two carnivores then!” Ryoma's mother rolled her eyes.

“Sha?”

Meat?

Upon hearing Ryoma's mother’s words, Sandshrew couldn’t hold back anymore. Who knows how long it had been since it ate meat? If it could just have a hearty meat meal, it would be worth anything!

Thus, as soon as Ryoma's mother finished speaking, Sandshrew darted out, leaping onto the chair she had prepared for it, eyes fixed intently on the braised ribs on the table.

It swore that it had never smelled such a delicious aroma since it was born.

“Do you want some meat?” Ryoma's mother asked hesitantly.

“Sha!” Sandshrew nodded vigorously, and the meaning of its eager nodding was clear enough.

I, Sandshrew, am a carnivore!

“Alright, alright, just wait a moment. I’ll get you a bowl,” Ryoma's mother said with a smile.

With Sandshrew looking on eagerly, Ryoma's mother brought over a bowl and carefully placed a large piece of meat in front of Sandshrew.

Sensing the delicious aroma of the meat, Sandshrew could no longer hold back and reached out its claw, ready to grab the braised ribs in front of it.

Just as Sandshrew's claw was about to snag the ribs, it suddenly realized a hand had grabbed it.

“You need to wash your hands before eating! Using such dirty claws to grab food, how unsanitary!” Ryoma said with a disdainful expression.

“Sha?” Sandshrew looked completely bewildered.

Wash hands?

For a Ground-type like Sandshrew, that was non-existent!

Before Sandshrew could express that it didn’t need to wash its hands, it saw Ryoma had already brought over a basin of water and placed it in front of it.

Upon seeing the water in the basin, Sandshrew instinctively shivered. After all, it was terrified of water!