The following day, at dawn, Kotami was woken up with a kick to his back.
He groaned as he stood up. Irritated as he looked at the beggar which was now going around waking everybody up with normal taps on the shoulder.
After getting up, he followed the other beggars' simple routine, which consisted of waking up, peeing or pooping in a ditch just outside the warehouses' back and going back inside to take a sip of water with cupped hands from a rain water filled barrel and queuing up for breakfast, rather, just slices of bread, for him it was only one slice though.
After that, everybody started chatting and prepared to go out, as Kotami stood alone, away from the others.
Going outside the direct leader's underlings started dispatching beggar after beggar as kotami's turn came and he was sent to the most derelict of spots to the slum's border with viridian city, going through dark, filthy alleys before getting there.
What met Kotami was an enormous twenty meter tall concrete wall which separated the slums and the forest from the north side of viridian city.
This was the most dangerous spot to be in for a beggar, as they often went missing. City guards and league closing an eye as people from the city abducted slum dwellers, killing them or selling them as slaves to the nearby black market still in the northern part of viridian city.
Once I'm safe enough, I will kill you all.
Kotami thought with dark malice as he connected the dots after having witnessed the gloating face of the minion beggar and seeing where he ended up with city guards with belts filled with pokeballs guarding the wall from Pokémon and slum dwellers.
The fact that the slums weren't even inside the city walls made him understand how much the lives of people in the slum were worth…
Nothing.
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Weary of angering the guards, knowing nobody would save him if he did, he carefully treaded back a short distance to the alleys he had come from.
After having found an accommodation and blending in the slum life, ha was sure nobody would be able to recognise, find, or capture him. Either sending him to be a live research subject or to be conscripted to the war's frontlines or whatever else the league did to freaks like him.
Kotami then made sure nobody was around him by expanding his psychic sense to feel others' presence. In the limited twenty meter radius he could sense, he felt nobody, so at a narrow alley, with close by turns intersecting making sure he was well covered and not seen from the distance, he took out his pokeball from inside the satchel and took off his shirt as well.
Gently caressing the pokeball, he felt the vague presence connected to him from inside.
In a slightly better mood, he layed the pokeball down on the ground and covered it with his shirt. The pokeball clicked as his fingers pressed onto the pokeball's button with the shirt in between making sure no light was to be seen from the pokeball.
Like a ghost, a silhouette appeared beneath the shirt.
As Kotami was chuckling at the goofy appearance of his Pokémon, he felt a mock sharp glare from under the shirt.
Okay Abra, we don't have much time, here is the plan.
Kotami began through their psychic link.
You will now teleport to the outskirts of forest and hone your moves by challenging wild pokemon during the day and at night we will meditate together.
Abra silently nodded and added, if you ever feel danger, or I feel that you are in danger I will teleport back to help you.
Okay. Let's meet up once every two days. I will send you a signal once the opportunity comes. Kotami ended the conversation as abra teleported away from the slums into the edge of viridian forest.
Whilst in the forest they had tried various experiments and saw that no matter the distance they would still feel each other through the psychic link, as if their minds were connected.
Abra's meditation training was soaring since the link was established and his psychic energy was growing fast every day.
Kotami noticed that when they were meditating, the vague feelings and thoughts of the other, always background noise, could be heard more clearly.
Kotami even managed to share abra's senses in a moment of absolute concentration.
A state which lasted only instants and that left him with a terrible headache.
As abra teleported away to the edge of the forest Kotami made his way back to his begging spot in form of the city guards.
He started begging, blending in with other slum dwellers, his plan to power had just begun and each of the people who abused him today as a beggar would fear him once he and abra became monsters.