A story of Pokemon

A package for Professor Oak

Pallet Town was a small suburban town where everyone knew each other. The houses were modest, mostly made of wood or brick, and all looked alike, except perhaps for the professor's. It was the only large house in town, and it even had his name written in large letters on the front: "Professor Oak's House." His house was as eccentric as he was.

Ash walked through the town's streets, which were practically empty. Occasionally, there was one or two passers-by, but most of the time, the streets were desolated. He scanned left and right, obviously searching for something or someone.

Which one could it be? he wondered. He seemed desperately searching for something.

Turn right after the flower house, the flower house, the flower house... but they're all flower houses. Damn, that'll teach me to ask an old man for directions. I don't think he could've pointed to his own house if I had asked, Ash sighed and stopped.

"Where could that damn Pokémon shop be?"

"Hey, psss, psss, over here, kid."

Ash, surprised, turned his head towards the noise. Someone was motioning for him to come over. It was a young man. He looked to be in his twenties. He wore gray pants and a beige shirt under a large black coat. He looked decidedly shady.

Ash continued to stare at the man, puzzled. Should he approach? The man kept calling and waving at him. He could hear him shouting from afar: "Hey, you over there..."

Despite his suspicious appearance, the young man didn't look threatening. He was quite thin and not very tall. And even if he became threatening, Ash had a way to calm him down.

"Hey, kid! You're looking for the Pokémon shop, right?" the young man asked enthusiastically.

"Yes, I am, but how did you know?" Ash asked, surprised.

"Oh, it's simple. You're a Pokémon trainer, so it's logical that you're looking for the Pokémon shop."

"Yes, but how did you know I was a Pokémon trainer?" Ash asked. "Were you spying on me?" he continued suspiciously.

"No, of course not. To tell you the truth, I heard you earlier, and that's how I knew you were looking for the Pokémon shop. As for being a trainer, I just guessed. There's a good chance you're a Pokémon trainer if you're looking for the Pokémon shop," the young man replied with an ounce of pride in his eyes.

"Oh, okay... but wait, how did you hear me if you weren't spying on me?" Ash asked, even more suspicious than before.

The young man raised his hand as an answer, then pointed to the left, then to the right. "You know the area is deserted, right? It's just you and me on this road, and you can hear everything that's said, everything."

Ash scanned the surroundings. Indeed, the young man was right; the area was void of people. There was nothing but tall grass as far as the eye could see along the path. They were the only two on this road.

Ash looked at the young man again. He wasn't convinced; his response seemed plausible and logical. But if he was telling the truth, what was he doing on a deserted road, "spying" on people? He definitely seemed shady.

"If I called you," the young man continued in a darker tone, "it was to show you this." The young man, his face darkened, plunged his thin hand into his large coat. This sudden move made Ash jump. Immediately, he hurriedly pulled a taser from his pocket.

"What are you hiding in your coat? Show me your hand, I want to see it," he yelled in a panic.

The young man didn't stop; he frantically searched inside the coat pocket as if trying to reach an object buried deep within. His face grew darker, and Ash's words no longer reached him. He was almost there; he could feel the object brushing his fingers. Just a bit more, and "there," the young man finally pulled out the desired object.