Chapter 8: Pokemon: I Transmigrated Twice [8]
Stephen had just stepped out the door when Umbreon leaped onto the windowsill, watching her trainer's retreating figure. For a moment, she fell into contemplation.
Should I... just stay here?
While her master was out running around for her sake, was she really okay for it to just nap away at home?
At that moment, Umbreon caught sight of a few familiar faces passing by outside.
"Hey, Will! You're finally challenging the Cianwood Gym today, huh?"
"So jealous! We're the same age, but you're already good enough to take on a Gym. If we were as strong as you, we wouldn't have had our favorite Pikachu cookies stolen by that guy..."
Umbreon recognized two of the kids.
They were the same unlucky pair whose snacks had been—well, not stolen, but fairly won by her trainer two weeks ago.
But this time, their group had a new addition.
A human kid who looked about one or two years younger than her master, with a slightly chubby, baby-like face.
Yet what caught Umbreon's attention even more was what these three kids were talking about.