It was a great day, it was sunny and the only noise you can hear is the birds chirping and the flow of the river. The Pokeball she was carrying was the only item her family gave to her, she looked at it with a smile and then summoned the thing inside it.

It was Leafy, the Oddish. Leafy was bouncing happily after being released and it looks like it wants to fight. Jasmine said, smiling:

"Ready to start the day, Leafy?"

Leafy looked at Jasmine happily but her mood changed so suddenly, she looked Jasmine in a scared way, in a different way that she never did before. Jasmine asked:

"What's the matter?"

Leafy responded by leaping to Jasmine's hands with her weeds pointing at Jasmine's back and was talking like it wants to tell something, "Odd- odd - odd; Oddish -- odd".

Jasmine seems to have understand what Leafy said and looked behind her....... she saw a.........

Suddenly you heard footsteps, and then a dark shadow was looming over you. Tall and humanoid, it gripped a long weapon like a sword. Leafy's eyes widened and it recoiled in fear. You couldn't see the features of the man, but perhaps Leafy's vision was better and he was really scary or...

The man stepped into the light, and you started. It wasn't anyone scary at all, just-- you recognized him immediately-- Bernie, the fisherman who lived down your street and often sold his catches at the market. What you had previously taken for a sword was simply a fishing pole. Leafy saw this too, and visibly relaxed in your arms. The man turned toward you, a puzzled expression on his face.

"Ah'm sorry, did I scare yeh? Yer lil' Oddish there seems a mite troubled." He chuckled good-naturedly. "Now o'course tha's my fault. I've got no account sneakin' up and scarin' you like tha'. Looks like yeh found my secret fishin' spot here. Tell yeh what: ta make up fer scarin' yeh, yeh can get my first catch o' the day. How's tha' sound?"

After hearing the question, Jasmine was thinking, "What should I do with this fisherman? Should I kill him right here and now?" But suddenly, she changed her mind and decided to spare the life of the old fisherman. After 5 second of pondering, she decided to not accept the offer. She said thankfully:

"Well, it's not really necessary, old mister, although I thank you for the offer. Besides, they say it's better if you catch your own."

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What did you mean catch of the day? You mean fish? or Pokemon?

"Heh? I thought fer sure... well, if yeh say so, missy..." He then walked a little ways downstream and sat on a soft place and began to spear bait on the hook.

All was quiet besides the sounds of nature, the wind sighing in the branches and the stream burbling along. Bernie began whistling to himself. Along the path to town, you heard kids shouting and then some cheerful laughter.

Leaves crunched under sneakers, and a young girl of about eight or nine years old ran into the clearing and nearly tripped over you. She hurriedly doubled back, muttered a quick apology then leapt over to the brook, where she balanced precariously on a stone. More footsteps, and then three boys ran into the clearing as well.

"'Ey, Miki, give 'im back!" the smallest whined. The other two folded their arms and glared. Miki stuck out her tongue at them, and suddenly you noticed she was holding something in her arms.

Off in the distance, Bernie muttered something about "those kids again" but didn't move.

((Er, yes, by "catch of the day" I guess he'll hook the Pokemon, then you'd get the chance to fight it in a battle for experience or catch it. There's the whole Pokemon =/= food dillemma...))

Jasmine was curious on what are those kids doing. Again, she thinks deeply, "That old man must know something. I think he's still useful, I'll kill him later."

She approached the fisherman in silence and asked him about the children earlier, "Uh...Excuse me old mister, do you perhaps know anything about the children back there?".