Pokemon: I am really a civilian trainer

In a courtyard slightly east of the central part of Qingxi Village.

Old Man Aaron looked at the increasingly dark sky, peeled a sweet tangerine and put it into his mouth.

It was midsummer, the days were getting longer, and by the time it got dark, it was already very late.

Old Man Aaron looked at the small gate of the courtyard, with some worry in his eyes.

"Mark left around noon. Even if he didn't catch the caterpillar, he should have come back a long time ago. Is he in danger... Did he encounter the Thunder Group?"

As an illegal organization that has emerged in recent years, the Thunder Group needs a large number of grassroots personnel.

A young man like Mark, who is just beginning to understand the world, inexperienced, and young and weak, is likely to be abducted by the Thunder Group and forced to become their cannon fodder.

The more Old Man Aaron thought about it, the more uneasy he became.

But he soon thought of something.

The one who didn't come back was Mark.

Although Mark was stupid until he got the hang of things, this kid was actually a tough guy who could survive tenaciously in a garbage dump when he was two or three years old.

He has been wandering in Qingxi Village and Qingxi Forest since he was a child, often disappearing for several days or even dozens of days.

When the villagers in the village felt that the boy might have died somewhere, Mark would suddenly appear from nowhere.

"Forget it. Instead of worrying about Mark getting into trouble, it's better to worry about the Chaos pokemon Tide in the north erupting again. Even if the Chaos pokemon Tide erupts, this kid may not be in trouble…"

Old Man Aaron put away the food he had left for Mark, and returned to his bedroom to listen to the broadcast from the Kingdom of Xia. Not long after, he fell asleep on the bed...

…

Deep in the Qingxi Forest, just as Old Man Aaron was sleeping soundly, Mark's battle with the Caterpillar came to an end.

The [Collision (Charged Power Attack)] skill that Caterpillar has mastered is very powerful, and it can even easily knock away the Caterpillar's leader guards, causing them to temporarily lose their combat effectiveness.

However, the siege situation was never resolved.

On the one hand, there are too many caterpillars in the group. Under the leadership of the caterpillar leader, these caterpillars have very high morale. Even though they know they will get hurt, they will rush forward regardless of the consequences.

On the other hand, it was Mark's Caterpillar that did not kill the pokemons. Unlike ordinary animals, the pokemons have strong recovery abilities. The caterpillars that were injured or knocked unconscious will soon be able to fight again.

This also causes the Caterpillar to be in a state of siege for a long time.

When under siege for a long time, injuries are inevitable. As time goes by, injuries accumulate and failure becomes inevitable.

However, this kind of stressful battle is exactly what Mark and Caterpillar want.

If the swarm of caterpillars were to scatter in a rush with just a few cannonball-like [Impact (Charged Power Attack)], then this actual combat training would be meaningless.

In fact, there were three battles in total, and Mark and the Caterpillars were never able to really fight with the Caterpillar leader in the end, and they were not even able to get close to the Caterpillar leader.

Yes, from the afternoon to the evening, Mark fought a total of three battles with the Caterpillar.

After fighting for a while, Mark and the Caterpillar would leave the battlefield to rest.

When he feels that his strength and injuries have recovered a little, Mark will fight back with the Caterpillars and continue to use the swarm of Caterpillars here to hone his combat skills and speed up the accumulation of experience.

In addition to the accumulation of experience bars, Mark also discovered a major shortcoming in the points added to the Spirit Master's panel.

In the three and a half years of the dream world, the Caterpillar had been practicing standing meditation all the time, which led to all kinds of problems when facing actual combat.

Therefore, even if it is not for the purpose of accumulating experience, this kind of practical training is essential.

"That's enough, Caterpillar. Let's stop here for today!"

As the night deepened, Mark shouted as he quickly rushed into the center of the battlefield from the edge of the battlefield where the fighting intensity was less intense.

Relying on some kind of connection between the spirit master and the spirit, Mark accurately found the panting caterpillar, held it in his arms, and then ran away quickly with mobility far exceeding that of the caterpillar.

Compared to humans, especially those as strong as him, the Caterpillar is obviously slower.

Just like that, after more than ten minutes, Mark and the Caterpillar completely shook off their pursuers and sat in a slightly drier open space.

"Hiss…hiss?"

The Caterpillar looked at the wounds on Mark's arms and hind legs with concern and asked repeatedly.

Mark simply cleaned up the sticky silk threads on his body and ignored the small wounds on his body. Instead, he carefully checked the injuries on the caterpillar. Seeing that there was nothing wrong with the caterpillar, he completely relaxed.

Mark smiled and touched the caterpillar's head and said, "Those caterpillars are very slow and not very threatening. Don't worry about me. You still remember our encounter in the Spearow Territory. That was the real danger."

The scene of fighting against the swarm of green caterpillars reminded Mark of a memory of being chased by a swarm of Spearows.

In addition to this, he seems to have been attacked by a swarm of Beedrills in the past, and more than once.

To him, the vengeful Spearow colony is obviously a greater threat than the slow-moving Caterpillars and the Beedrills that stop chasing after leaving their territory.

Listening to Mark's words, the Caterpillar also remembered the experience of escaping death. He nodded slightly and then sighed.

"Hiss, hiss."

There were three battles in total, and the Caterpillar was unable to fight the Caterpillar leader in the end. It felt very regretful and a little lost.

Mark comforted him, "You still have too little practical experience. Although you have mastered the skill of charging and striking, it is only this one move. The limitation is too great. However, we will grow. Although your physical strength has decreased a lot in the third battle, I feel that you are much better than in the first battle.

There is no need to be discouraged, as long as we keep making progress.

Moreover, we also gained a lot of experience today!"

Mark opened the system panel again as he spoke. At this time, his experience had increased from 85% in the morning to 89%, or 89.5% to be exact.

The three battles only took 6 to 7 hours in total, but the experience gained was enough for Mark and Caterpillar to play for a whole day using normal means.

If he continues at this rate, he will be able to accumulate one point in two days.

"As expected, actual combat can improve the most experience. It's just that our bodies are not machines and we can't fight all the time..."

Mark said, standing up from the ground.

"Neither of us is in good condition right now. It's a bit dangerous to spend the night in the wild. And because we have to be alert to the surrounding environment, it's difficult to completely relax and rest. In this case, let's find some food first and then go back to the village for the night."

"Hiss."

The caterpillar nodded, straightened its tired body, and spun the red antennae on its forehead slightly. Suddenly, it smelled the fragrance of the fruit...

…

It was late at night, and without the constant buzzing of green caterpillars in the yard, Old Man Aaron's home became much quieter.

However, even though it was quiet, Old Man Aaron still didn't sleep well.

What you think about during the day, you dream about at night.

Maybe because he was worried about Mark and the Caterpillar during the day, Old Man Aaron once again dreamed of the Caterpillar banging its head against the rice jar, and then he opened his eyes in annoyance.

It was extremely quiet around, nothing happened.

Old Man Aaron looked at the clock in the moonlight, yawned, and sat up.

"Is Mark not back yet?"

Old man Aaron pushed open the door and was suddenly tripped by something. He saw a large basket full of purple peaches.

The sound of gentle snoring came from the room inside.

Old Man Aaron saw that all the food on the table had been eaten, and Mark washed the dishes thoroughly.

"This kid really can eat..."

Soon, as he pushed open the door, Old Man Aaron saw Mark and the Caterpillar, whose clothes were torn and covered with scars.

A man and a bug lay on the bed, hugging each other and sleeping. Mark carried the cowardly bug's backpack on his chest and did not take it off even when he fell asleep.

"It's just catching a green caterpillar... It shouldn't be like this, right? Why does it look like it was attacked by a swarm of giant bees? The net bag I gave him seems to be missing..."

Old Man Aaron searched the room up and down but didn't find the net bag. He then went to the yard to look for it for a while but still found nothing.

The result was obvious. Mark lost the insect net he had used since he was a child.

Old man Aaron showed an expression of wanting to say something but hesitating, and finally he sighed and went back to his room to sleep. However, he returned not long after and placed two bottles of potion on Mark's table.

The potion was nothing else but a universal medicine that could heal the elves' injuries, a wound medicine...