Pokemon: Thunder & Fire

Episode IX: Bounty II

"You know, I honestly expected the hospital stay to be much longer," Enji remarked, his voice tinged with surprise as he savored a scoop of his ice cream, letting the sweet coldness momentarily distract him from his recent ordeal.

"Medical technology has come a long way," Ketsushu replied casually, unfazed by the conversation. "Your scars and bullet wounds will heal quickly, so you'll be back in fighting shape before you know it," he assured Enji with a wave of his hand.

With a playful shrug, Ketsushu tossed his ice cream cone into the air, catching it with expert precision before devouring it in a single bite, the sugar and cream disappearing in an instant.

As Enji watched Ketsushu demolish his ice cream in a single gulp, he couldn't help but shoot him a stern look mixed with disbelief. "Well, when are we going to restock on food?" the Flareon inquired, his tone laced with concern.

Rubbing his chin thoughtfully, Ketsushu took a moment to ponder before responding, "We can take care of that later in the evening, for now, I need to repair the superbike." Enji simply nodded in acknowledgment, understanding the importance of getting their ride back in shape.

"Mind if I take a stroll?" Enji asked, seeking Ketsushu's approval for a brief respite. Ketsushu responded with a casual thumbs up, his eyes already scanning the area as he began walking away with the bike in search of a suitable repair spot.

Checking the time on his watch, he noted that he still had a couple of hours to kill, so he consulted his phone map to locate the nearest food vendors. With his stomach growling in anticipation of a feast, Enji quickly jogged off in the direction of the vendors, a determined look on his face.

As he jogged, Enji couldn't help but drool at the sight of the delicious food on display at the various stalls. His stomach seemed to have a mind of its own, eagerly anticipating the culinary delights that awaited him.

Meanwhile, Ketsushu was fortunate to find an open spot near a scenic park, where the greenery offered a refreshing contrast to their earlier battle. Parking the bike carefully, he retrieved his sling bag, which contained a complete toolbox filled with all the necessary tools for repairs.

"Looks like I can't go anywhere without you," he remarked to the bag with a hint of amusement, appreciating its reliability. Selecting a few wrenches from the toolbox, he set to work repairing the bike with practiced efficiency, his hands moving deftly as he focused on restoring the superbike to its former glory.

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Enji's nose twitched as an irresistibly mouth watering scent wafted through the air, tantalizing his senses and pulling him closer. Drawn in by the alluring aroma, he wandered deeper into the vibrant heart of the bustling city market.

Colorful stalls lined the streets, each one brimming with an array of tempting, delectable dishes that beckoned to passersby like a siren's song.

As he strolled past a particularly lively booth, his eyes were captured by a large, bold sign that read, "Annual Food Eating Contest! Test Your Stomach's Limits and Win Big!" His stomach growled in enthusiastic agreement, practically urging him to join the festivities.

A broad grin spread across his face, a mixture of excitement and amusement lighting up his expression.

This was the perfect opportunity to indulge his insatiable appetite while having a bit of fun. Without a moment's hesitation, he eagerly signed up for the contest, his eyes gleaming as they darted between the mountains of food lined up for the competition.

The excitement bubbling within him grew with each glance at the vast feast awaiting him, each dish more tempting than the last.

The atmosphere buzzed with infectious energy as Enji found his designated spot among the other contestants. On his left stood a massive, muscular Machamp, casually flexing his four powerful arms in a show of confidence that was hard to ignore.