Let you make a game, what the hell is Pokemon?.

Chapter 149 Pokémon are not tools!
At this moment, the lights in the Pokémon Center are soft and peaceful, and the air seems to be filled with a mixture of disinfectant and some reassuring fragrance.

Mewtwo stood in front of the counter, his usually sharp and cold purple eyes now somewhat unfocused. He was staring at the door leading to the treatment room behind Miss Joy, not blinking for a long time, his gaze fixed on it.

His mind was no longer engaged in the high-speed and precise calculations of battle, but was now submerged in an unprecedented torrent of chaos, like a tangled mess.

Mudkip, or rather, now Mudkip, his last look, tinged with guilt, and the uncontrollable protective urge that almost burst forth within him, still echoed repeatedly in his mind, leaving him feeling both unfamiliar and incomprehensible.

There is only one reason why I feel this way.

After countless reflections and contemplations, he finally came up with a reason that could explain all of this.

These Pokémon are not "tools".

They, like myself, possess something special that touches each other's hearts and evokes unique emotions.

This conclusion has been reached by Mewtwo, but one thing he still doesn't understand is—if Pokémon aren't tools, then what are they?
What is that special thing?
Just as Chaofeng's thoughts were in a jumble, a clear bell rang at the door of the treatment room, indicating that the treatment was complete.

With a warm, professional smile, Miss Joy handed him two Poké Balls, her sweet voice ringing out.

"We apologize for keeping you waiting. Your Pokémon has recovered. Please feel free to visit the Pokémon Center again if you encounter any problems or issues. We will do our best to help you."

Upon hearing this, Mewtwo almost instinctively took the Poké Ball from the other person's hand. When he touched the metal shell of the Poké Ball, he seemed to feel a strange vitality from its coolness.

A system notification popped up in front of him.

[—Swampfish and Great Needlefish have joined the team!]

In addition to this prompt, there are two green, fully charged health balls representing the status of the two Pokémon.

Clearly, they have fully recovered.

But at this moment, Mewtwo felt an unprecedented and intense urge that compelled him to open the Poké Ball.

In the past, given his personality, he would have immediately picked up the Poké Ball and set off without hesitation, since the game's hints had already told him the status of his two Pokémon.

But for some reason, he wanted to see the condition of the two Pokémon with his own eyes, rather than just seeing their full health on the stats.

As Mewtwo moved, a red light flashed, and Mudkip, which had evolved and become much larger, appeared at his feet. On the other side, Beedrill also flapped its wings and hovered in the air, its needles flashing with a dazzling and sharp light.

After the battle, both Pokémon reached level 18, and their strength was significantly greater than before. However, Mewtwo's attention was not on this at all.

After confirming that the two Pokémon were unharmed, for some reason, he felt a sudden sense of relief and relaxed.

When that feeling faded, he felt his calmness and rationality regain control of his mind.

He shook his head, preparing to recall the two Pokémon and continue on his way.

But Mudkip's actions interrupted Mewtwo's behavior. It suddenly raised its head, looked at Mewtwo with its energetic round eyes, and let out a loud shout: "Magoo!"

His voice was filled with an evolved sense of power, as well as an unreserved sense of closeness.

It even gently rubbed its head against Mewtwo's leg; the trust conveyed in that gesture was clearly more impactful to Mewtwo than any data. Beedrill also flew over, emitting a soft buzzing sound, and tapped Mewtwo's arm with its antennae, as if comforting him or indicating that it was alright.

The sight before him completely stunned Mewtwo.

He looked down at the Mudkip rubbing against him, completely unsuspecting, and then at the Beedrill that was showing goodwill.

An indescribable feeling welled up in his heart—warmth, bittersweetness, and a fluttering excitement he couldn't name.

This is... what interfered with his rationality during the battle?

This is why, as a trainer, I'm willing to use my body to block attacks...?
His gaze involuntarily drifted toward the lobby of the Pokémon Center.

There, a young trainer was half-squatting, carefully wiping the rain-soaked fur of a Pikachu with a towel. The Pikachu squinted comfortably and made a cute "Pika Pika" sound.

On the other side, a trainer who looked travel-worn was handing all his Poké Balls to Nurse Joy, his voice tired but full of concern: "Please, Nurse Joy, my friends have just been through a tough battle."

There was also a pair of twin children, who were laughing as they shared some tree fruits with their Meow Meow and Swivel Meow.

Countless images and sounds flooded into Mewtwo's perception with unparalleled clarity.

What he saw was no longer the simple classification of "humans" and "Pokémon," but countless invisible yet incredibly resilient "lines."

These "lines" are named after care, trust, dependence...

They tightly connect trainers and Pokémon, forming a complex relationship that he had never searched in his mind's knowledge, far exceeding the definition of "tool" and "user".

【…】

A strange feeling, accompanied by countless warm images around her, suddenly rushed into Mewtwo's heart.

He found himself seemingly... to understand a little.

It turns out that the discomfort was not a disturbance, and the impulse was not abnormal, but perhaps something close to "instinct".

A strong urge to imitate suddenly welled up in my heart.

He looked at the trainer stroking Pikachu, then looked down at the Mudkip still rubbing against him at his feet.

His hand, which was originally meant to unleash destructive psychic energy and was born to destroy everything, was raised somewhat awkwardly and slowly, reaching towards the Mudkip's smooth and hard head.

His movements even carried a hint of obvious hesitation and...caution.

Just as that hand was about to touch the swampfish's blue skin—

"Bang!"

The Pokémon Center's automatic door was kicked open violently with a shrill sound, instantly shattering the warm and peaceful atmosphere inside!

(End of this chapter)