Can Pokemon Into Naruto? 12

Commissioned by Anthony Maxwell

Can Pokemon Into Naruto?

Chapter 12

-VB-

I didn’t need to bribe the villagers.

“We trust you!”

“Brother, you’ve been good to us and you want to only make things better. Why would I stop you?”

“Don’t think so low of us! We might be rural country bumpkins but we’re not dumb! You do good work, so we’re not going to stop you.”

“Giggle well, as long as you keep bringing Cleo around. Or make more chicks like her. You say that they only grow bigger and stronger? Then we better start feeding them, right? They’re just basically dogs that happen to be bugs.”

“Dumbie. You’re one of us now. Stop talking like you’re not.”

It was … an unexpected level of support for what I did. They didn’t completely understand what I did even when I took painstaking amount of time to try to explain what and who the Pokemons were, but they saw what I have done so far and trusted me. 

I had helped them already so they were more than happy to extend the trust I’ve earned so far. 

It honestly made me happy to hear them all say it. 

It … I’ve made impacts, small as they were in the grand scheme of things, but I was more than happy. 

I was ecstatic. 

So I went to work setting up a “hive” that all of the villagers could contribute to for raising the weedles. While the weedles were set up for the villagers and I to feed, wimpod and combee stayed with me. Along with them, Cleo the Torchic, Baltoy, I had a team of four.

And we trained. 

I trained them to fight without needing me to give command, and trained myself to be able to fight at even a quarter of their level. 

“I want to fight, too!” 

I stopped and looked at one of the village boys who’d been watching me for the past three days. 

He was an orphan whose parents had died two years ago, according to the chief and the gossiping mothers. 

“I’m not sure if you want to fight, Youichi-dono,” I replied. “Fighting ain’t so glorious or awesome, dontcha know?”

Then I grunted as I punched the air. The aura-infused assault made the air crack not from aura itself being used as a weapon but from the force of my aura-assisted attack.

“But I want to be strong!” Youichi yelled back. “Strong enough that mom and dad didn’t have to die!” 

I sighed and stopped. I ignored the sweat dribbling down my face and back and turned to face him. 

The orphan boy, a scrawny little thing, didn’t look like he had enough energy to even run up and down a mountain. 

“Nah man. You don’t look tough enough to be a fighter,” I replied while dismissing him. “You gotta also have enough food to get tougher.”

He glared at me. “If I catch a boar, that should be enough to feed myself, right? I gotta be proving myself if I do that.”

I raised an eyebrow. Boards around these parts were no joke. Boars were no joke in general. “You’re just going to get yourself killed.”

“Watch me!” he hissed at me, turned around, and ran away. 

I let out a sigh of worry. I should tell the chief about him. 

Then just as I was about to return to my training, someone else ran up to me. 

I stopped. It was one of the village women. 

“Hi?” 

“The bugs! They became cocoons!” 

My eyes widened. Holy shit, already?!

I took off running to see Kakunas for myself. 

-VB-

When their dad ran to check on something, the training came to a halt. 

Wimpod collapsed to the ground, panting.

His shell felt raw and weak. His legs also felt tired from having constantly run around. 

He let out a sigh of relief as he rested. 

“Oi.”

He opened his eyes and looked up.

And found Cleo, his older sister, looking down at him. 

“H-Hi, Cleo…?” he spoke up.

He’s been alive for a month now, and knew what the dynamic of their family was like. 

Dad was different compared to other humans. It was in how he acted, thought, and spoke. He made attempts at sounding … better? It didn’t always work out. Baltoy was his oldest sibling and the most responsible one. He liked spoiling him and the rest of the little siblings. 

Except Cleo. Or Cleopatra. 

Cleo was abrasive and aggressive. She was a strutting peacock (whatever that pokemon was) who liked getting attention from the human villagers, who weren’t family but close to the family.

She didn’t … bully him, but it was clear to him that Cleo didn’t like him or any of the other bugs. She tolerated Combee because Combee made honey. 

But him? 

“You really are weak, trash bug,” she scoffed. 

He shrunk into himself. 

She didn’t like him. 

“Cleo…”

Baltoy’s deep brass voice came out in a warning rumble. 

Cleo clicked her beak and walked away. 

Baltoy floated over to him.

“... Is your training going well?”

“I-It is, brother,” he quickly stuttered out. “I can feel myself getting stronger.”

He knew why he was born. Dad made him so that he and the others could become a shield for others. That’s what Brother Baltoy said so! Even though he was weak and weird unlike the other bugs… dad thought he could become something strong and powerful.

(Wimpod didn’t want to disappoint dad. He was already born trash, so disappointing dad… that would make him even trashier than before.)

Even though dad told him that he didn’t need to eat everything, wimpod did it because he knew that he needed more food just like dad told that human boy. If he didn’t have enough food, then he wouldn’t grow strong. More food meant more strength.

So he still ate … other stuff. 

That’s why Sister Cleo didn’t like him and he knew it. 

Baltoy patted the top of his head. 

“Good. Get strong quickly. Then we’ll be able to become… dad’s support. But also make sure to rest properly. If you hurt yourself while training, then you stunt your own growth.”

Wimpod nodded resolutely. 

He wasn’t going to stay a trash forever. He would get big and strong and help dad!  

That’s a promise!