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Chapter 53
Chapter 53: Feebas, the Commonplace Pokémon
2024-05-15 Author: Samsung Charmander
5 AM, early morning.
Ash and Brock went to sleep.
8 AM, early morning.
Ash and Brock got up. After a quick wash-up, they headed for Deck 3.
They had promised a friend they'd go fishing, so no matter how tired they were, they had to push through!
"Haha, what the heck, compatriot! Those dark circles under your eyes are huge!"
"You guys didn't get beaten up, did you, Ash? With those big black eyes? Are you cosplaying a Pancham?"
When they met Misty and Blue at dawn, both girls couldn't help but cover their mouths and laugh.
Ash's brow furrowed. He immediately turned the tables on Brock.
"Don't just laugh at me! Look at Teacher Brock, his dark circles..."
Halfway through his sentence, he suddenly realized that Brock had no dark circles at all—or rather, they had completely blended in with his skin tone, making them impossible to distinguish.
In fact, the area where the dark circles should have been was actually a few shades whiter.
It was just the natural puffiness of his eyes.
"...Never mind then."
Brock: "?"
The S.S. Anne's Fishing Contest was being held on the spacious deck where they stood, lasting from 8 AM to 5 PM.
Participants could fish as many times as they wanted during this period, but when it came time for judging, they could only submit one fish as their final entry.
The judging criteria were comprehensive, taking into account factors like rarity, regional scarcity, combat power, appearance, and so on.
It was said that the top three would receive generous rewards.
Right now, the deck had been divided into two areas, with a barrier placed in the middle, creating a clear distinction.
One side was elegantly and nobly arranged. All sorts of professional Super Rods were displayed in the back. In the middle, there was a huge buffet table. If you were thirsty, there was an '83 Lafite to quench your thirst; if hungry, there were A13000-grade premium steaks to enjoy.
This was the extravagant world of the upper class.
The sea area below this part of the deck was also the best coral reef fishing spot, with an extremely high spawn rate for top-quality Pokémon.
The other side, however, was the commoners' fishing spot. In the back were a few Old Rods, crookedly placed, that looked like they could snap at any moment even from catching a Magikarp.
As for the food that Ash craved most, it was just steamed buns with mustard, looking incredibly shabby.
The fishing spot was also a terrible, barren stretch of sea, completely lifeless.
To be treated so differently even for fishing... how absurd!
The four of them shook their heads. Just as they were about to experience the life of the upper class, they were stopped by a crew member in the middle.
"Sorry, this is the domain of the upper class. Please do not enter."
"You need to be wearing a tie, at the very least."
The four of them: "..."
The crew member glanced over them again, and upon seeing the small tag one of them was holding up, he said respectfully:
"However, this young lady may enter."
Following the crew member's gaze, the three of them looked at the orange-haired girl in disbelief.
Misty?
"Ohoho~!!"
Misty proudly waved her 'Three-Star Fishing Master' ID tag.
She was an old hand at fishing, a high-end artisan. At a fishing contest like this, she could naturally cross the class barrier and enjoy the perks.
With that, Misty strode into the upper-class area without looking back. Holding a Super Rod in her hand, she looked at the three of them from afar.
"I'm off to experience the high life. I'll tell you all about my life lessons when I get back."
The three of them: "..."
Damn!
But they were so envious.
The three returned to the commoners' deck. Seeing the other two looking dejected, Ash casually picked up an Old Rod, slung it over his shoulder, and patted their backs, trying to boost their morale.
"Fishing is all about skill! What good is being pay-to-win? Let's show them the spirit and style we commoners possess!"
"...?"
But the two of them eventually cheered up, quickly found Old Rods that didn't look too broken, and joined the great army of anglers.
Most of the spots along the edge of the deck were already occupied by the poor fishermen, so the three of them could only squeeze into a small corner.
"For Farfetch'd's sake, how can a patch of mud spawn in the middle of the sea? Are they expecting me to fish for loaches...?!"
Ash leaned out to look ahead, complaining feebly.
The sea area in front of them was a complete mud swamp, with tons of plastic bags and trash floating in it!
Having no other choice, he cast his baited line into the water.
Although he just wanted to focus on raising his Squirtle right now, Ash was still very interested in the title of first place.
Brock wasn't greedy; he just wanted to achieve his small goal—to catch a few Kabuto and Omanyte to display at home.
Blue's goal was even simpler. She just wanted to fish up a kitchen knife enchanted with iron oxide so that in the future, when the opportunity arose, she could slash it across a certain flea's main artery.
She'd even thought of the move name.
It would be called Tetanus Blade Style.
The wind blew and the waves stirred. The three of them pulled over small stools and began to enjoy the leisurely life of an early retirement at the age of ten.
Half an hour later, Ash suddenly felt a tug on his fishing rod. A smile crept onto his face as he shot to his feet.
With a flick of his wrist, he jerked the rod upwards.
*Flap, flap!*
The next moment, a small, earth-yellow fish flew through the air and landed in his palm. It had brown spots on its body and looked quite ugly.
Ash frowned. He seemed to have seen this fish somewhere before.
"Beep. Feebas, a commonplace Pokémon, can be seen everywhere. It is unremarkable and has no value whatsoever," the Pokédex announced automatically.
"Horo horo...?"
The Feebas just stared blankly at Ash, not struggling at all.
"Can be seen everywhere, huh?"
Seeing this, Ash casually tossed the Feebas back.
After all, he wasn't just trying to catch a Pokémon right now; he needed to catch a super-rare Pokémon to compete for first place.
And this Pokémon, which looked completely unremarkable, had nothing to do with rarity.
Even a Magikarp would at least thrash around a bit after being reeled in, but this stupid fish didn't even move.
Nope.
Try again!
On the other side, Brock had also reeled in a reptile-like Pokémon. Its back was a flat, hard, earth-yellow shell, while its underside was a pitch-black belly from which several sharp little claws extended.
"Beep. Kabuto, an Ancient Pokémon. It is extinct because ancient people found it delicious. Methods for cooking it are only recorded in ancient recipes," Ash's Pokédex helpfully announced.
Ash, Blue: "???"
Did he just catch something incredible?!
A sharp glint appeared in Brock's eyes. He threw a Poké Ball without a second thought and successfully caught the Kabuto.
He flashed a grin, revealing his pearly white teeth, and tossed his float back into the sea.
"I'm not greedy. I'll be satisfied with just one Omanyte...!"
Seeing her companions both make a catch, Blue quickly focused her gaze on her own float, psyching herself up and praying to the heavens that she would land a big one.
She was a girl of faith. Having worshipped many a deity, she was naturally blessed by them.
"Here it comes!"
Feeling a slight tremor from the float, Blue's face lit up with a smile. She yanked her rod up, and a black shadow shot into the sky.
It was a big one!!
When it landed, Blue found a black object in her hand.
"Beep. Congratulations, you have obtained the item [Old Boot (Left)]," her Pokédex also announced automatically.
Blue: "..."
Their first catches, one after another, further ignited the trio's competitive spirit. Could this mud patch actually be a treasure trove?
But they hadn't had their lines back in the water for long when the roar of an engine suddenly erupted from one side of the sea surface, causing everyone to turn and look.
On the sea surface, a Spiky-Haired Youth wearing loud floral beach shorts and flip-flops was using Surf on the back of a tortoise-like Pokémon, performing one stunt after another.
The massive whirlpool from the Surf completely churned up the muddy patch, and the resulting waves even scattered all three of their floats.
"Aahh!! You flea!!"
Blue was instantly furious. She shot to her feet, snatched off her hat, and was about to jump straight off the deck to drag Gary down into the sea with her.
"Calm down, calm down!"
Ash quickly held her back. He remembered that this compatriot of his was a landlubber with a weakness to the Water-type; she would probably sink the moment she hit the water.
When she was little, she'd even gotten tangled in the weeds of the lake by her house and almost drowned.
"Ahaha, gaze upon my magnificent back, losers~"
Gary gave the three on the deck the middle finger and laughed wildly.
The Wartortle beneath his feet put on another burst of speed, swimming several dozen meters away until it reached a deserted coral reef area.
Then, he sat cross-legged on the Wartortle's tortoise shell, his movements finally slowing down.
Hmph, how could you catch any big fish from the ship? Naturally, you could only catch the big ones while a Pokémon was using Surf!
A corner of Gary's mouth lifted as he confidently pulled out a Super Rod and also began to fish.
(end of chapter)
2024-05-15 Author: Samsung Charmander
5 AM, early morning.
Ash and Brock went to sleep.
8 AM, early morning.
Ash and Brock got up. After a quick wash-up, they headed for Deck 3.
They had promised a friend they'd go fishing, so no matter how tired they were, they had to push through!
"Haha, what the heck, compatriot! Those dark circles under your eyes are huge!"
"You guys didn't get beaten up, did you, Ash? With those big black eyes? Are you cosplaying a Pancham?"
When they met Misty and Blue at dawn, both girls couldn't help but cover their mouths and laugh.
Ash's brow furrowed. He immediately turned the tables on Brock.
"Don't just laugh at me! Look at Teacher Brock, his dark circles..."
Halfway through his sentence, he suddenly realized that Brock had no dark circles at all—or rather, they had completely blended in with his skin tone, making them impossible to distinguish.
In fact, the area where the dark circles should have been was actually a few shades whiter.
It was just the natural puffiness of his eyes.
"...Never mind then."
Brock: "?"
The S.S. Anne's Fishing Contest was being held on the spacious deck where they stood, lasting from 8 AM to 5 PM.
Participants could fish as many times as they wanted during this period, but when it came time for judging, they could only submit one fish as their final entry.
The judging criteria were comprehensive, taking into account factors like rarity, regional scarcity, combat power, appearance, and so on.
It was said that the top three would receive generous rewards.
Right now, the deck had been divided into two areas, with a barrier placed in the middle, creating a clear distinction.
One side was elegantly and nobly arranged. All sorts of professional Super Rods were displayed in the back. In the middle, there was a huge buffet table. If you were thirsty, there was an '83 Lafite to quench your thirst; if hungry, there were A13000-grade premium steaks to enjoy.
This was the extravagant world of the upper class.
The sea area below this part of the deck was also the best coral reef fishing spot, with an extremely high spawn rate for top-quality Pokémon.
The other side, however, was the commoners' fishing spot. In the back were a few Old Rods, crookedly placed, that looked like they could snap at any moment even from catching a Magikarp.
As for the food that Ash craved most, it was just steamed buns with mustard, looking incredibly shabby.
The fishing spot was also a terrible, barren stretch of sea, completely lifeless.
To be treated so differently even for fishing... how absurd!
The four of them shook their heads. Just as they were about to experience the life of the upper class, they were stopped by a crew member in the middle.
"Sorry, this is the domain of the upper class. Please do not enter."
"You need to be wearing a tie, at the very least."
The four of them: "..."
The crew member glanced over them again, and upon seeing the small tag one of them was holding up, he said respectfully:
"However, this young lady may enter."
Following the crew member's gaze, the three of them looked at the orange-haired girl in disbelief.
Misty?
"Ohoho~!!"
Misty proudly waved her 'Three-Star Fishing Master' ID tag.
She was an old hand at fishing, a high-end artisan. At a fishing contest like this, she could naturally cross the class barrier and enjoy the perks.
With that, Misty strode into the upper-class area without looking back. Holding a Super Rod in her hand, she looked at the three of them from afar.
"I'm off to experience the high life. I'll tell you all about my life lessons when I get back."
The three of them: "..."
Damn!
But they were so envious.
The three returned to the commoners' deck. Seeing the other two looking dejected, Ash casually picked up an Old Rod, slung it over his shoulder, and patted their backs, trying to boost their morale.
"Fishing is all about skill! What good is being pay-to-win? Let's show them the spirit and style we commoners possess!"
"...?"
But the two of them eventually cheered up, quickly found Old Rods that didn't look too broken, and joined the great army of anglers.
Most of the spots along the edge of the deck were already occupied by the poor fishermen, so the three of them could only squeeze into a small corner.
"For Farfetch'd's sake, how can a patch of mud spawn in the middle of the sea? Are they expecting me to fish for loaches...?!"
Ash leaned out to look ahead, complaining feebly.
The sea area in front of them was a complete mud swamp, with tons of plastic bags and trash floating in it!
Having no other choice, he cast his baited line into the water.
Although he just wanted to focus on raising his Squirtle right now, Ash was still very interested in the title of first place.
Brock wasn't greedy; he just wanted to achieve his small goal—to catch a few Kabuto and Omanyte to display at home.
Blue's goal was even simpler. She just wanted to fish up a kitchen knife enchanted with iron oxide so that in the future, when the opportunity arose, she could slash it across a certain flea's main artery.
She'd even thought of the move name.
It would be called Tetanus Blade Style.
The wind blew and the waves stirred. The three of them pulled over small stools and began to enjoy the leisurely life of an early retirement at the age of ten.
Half an hour later, Ash suddenly felt a tug on his fishing rod. A smile crept onto his face as he shot to his feet.
With a flick of his wrist, he jerked the rod upwards.
*Flap, flap!*
The next moment, a small, earth-yellow fish flew through the air and landed in his palm. It had brown spots on its body and looked quite ugly.
Ash frowned. He seemed to have seen this fish somewhere before.
"Beep. Feebas, a commonplace Pokémon, can be seen everywhere. It is unremarkable and has no value whatsoever," the Pokédex announced automatically.
"Horo horo...?"
The Feebas just stared blankly at Ash, not struggling at all.
"Can be seen everywhere, huh?"
Seeing this, Ash casually tossed the Feebas back.
After all, he wasn't just trying to catch a Pokémon right now; he needed to catch a super-rare Pokémon to compete for first place.
And this Pokémon, which looked completely unremarkable, had nothing to do with rarity.
Even a Magikarp would at least thrash around a bit after being reeled in, but this stupid fish didn't even move.
Nope.
Try again!
On the other side, Brock had also reeled in a reptile-like Pokémon. Its back was a flat, hard, earth-yellow shell, while its underside was a pitch-black belly from which several sharp little claws extended.
"Beep. Kabuto, an Ancient Pokémon. It is extinct because ancient people found it delicious. Methods for cooking it are only recorded in ancient recipes," Ash's Pokédex helpfully announced.
Ash, Blue: "???"
Did he just catch something incredible?!
A sharp glint appeared in Brock's eyes. He threw a Poké Ball without a second thought and successfully caught the Kabuto.
He flashed a grin, revealing his pearly white teeth, and tossed his float back into the sea.
"I'm not greedy. I'll be satisfied with just one Omanyte...!"
Seeing her companions both make a catch, Blue quickly focused her gaze on her own float, psyching herself up and praying to the heavens that she would land a big one.
She was a girl of faith. Having worshipped many a deity, she was naturally blessed by them.
"Here it comes!"
Feeling a slight tremor from the float, Blue's face lit up with a smile. She yanked her rod up, and a black shadow shot into the sky.
It was a big one!!
When it landed, Blue found a black object in her hand.
"Beep. Congratulations, you have obtained the item [Old Boot (Left)]," her Pokédex also announced automatically.
Blue: "..."
Their first catches, one after another, further ignited the trio's competitive spirit. Could this mud patch actually be a treasure trove?
But they hadn't had their lines back in the water for long when the roar of an engine suddenly erupted from one side of the sea surface, causing everyone to turn and look.
On the sea surface, a Spiky-Haired Youth wearing loud floral beach shorts and flip-flops was using Surf on the back of a tortoise-like Pokémon, performing one stunt after another.
The massive whirlpool from the Surf completely churned up the muddy patch, and the resulting waves even scattered all three of their floats.
"Aahh!! You flea!!"
Blue was instantly furious. She shot to her feet, snatched off her hat, and was about to jump straight off the deck to drag Gary down into the sea with her.
"Calm down, calm down!"
Ash quickly held her back. He remembered that this compatriot of his was a landlubber with a weakness to the Water-type; she would probably sink the moment she hit the water.
When she was little, she'd even gotten tangled in the weeds of the lake by her house and almost drowned.
"Ahaha, gaze upon my magnificent back, losers~"
Gary gave the three on the deck the middle finger and laughed wildly.
The Wartortle beneath his feet put on another burst of speed, swimming several dozen meters away until it reached a deserted coral reef area.
Then, he sat cross-legged on the Wartortle's tortoise shell, his movements finally slowing down.
Hmph, how could you catch any big fish from the ship? Naturally, you could only catch the big ones while a Pokémon was using Surf!
A corner of Gary's mouth lifted as he confidently pulled out a Super Rod and also began to fish.
(end of chapter)
