Can Pokemon into Naruto? 20 (Patreon)

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Commissioned by Anthony Maxwell

Can Pokemon into Naruto?

Chapter 20

-VB-

“We don’t have water! Get him to drop and roll on the dirt!” I shouted. 

While the beedrills went to chase the last few bandits who were trying to run, I went back to the villager who got caught on fire while trying to keep another villager, a young teen, from getting caught up in the same fire. 

When the villagers stuttered and hesitated, I jumped in and pushed, lightly, the burning villager down to the ground. He landed with a thump and screamed. I wasn’t sure if he was screaming from the fire or the fall.

We didn’t have time for that. The longer this lasted, the worse his burn would be. 

I grabbed him and started making him roll, and cried out in pain myself at the fire burning me through my leather gloves. 

“Throw dirt on top of him! Get the fire out!” I shouted, and the villagers finally got their shit together. 

Dirt started smothering the fire between the rolls, and finally, the fire went out. 

“Get those clothes off of him!” I said as I backed off. “If they aren’t sticking to his skin! If they are, then cut around it!” 

The fire … wasn’t too hot but it was hot enough to immediately set someone on fire. I don’t want to know if the clothes hadn’t melted onto his skin.

While the villagers helped one of their own, I turned to look at the battlefield. 

The fight had been quick and merciless. Cleo managed to ambush the bandits and set a few on fire. Baltoy managed to kill one from behind. The beedrills were such a big distraction that no one noticed Baltoy.

The villagers also got a little bloodied from the few that they were able to reach in time while I had been handling the obvious missing-nins. 

They couldn’t have been chunins or jonins. They didn’t move like … Kurenai did. There was no high speed movement in their actions. No surety. No certainty. No death. 

Tricks and weak attacks.

I let out a breath… and then heard someone gurgling. 

I looked around and found him.

One of the bandits. A young man. No, not even a young man. A teenager, really. He had a huge hole in his stomach, courtesy of a beedrill.

With a grimace, I walked over and finished him, a quick slice through his neck with my sword. 

The teen looked up at me even as the lights in his eyes started to go out. 

Fear.

I only saw fear and tears. 

I turned away and looked around again. 

What was the situation like?

The burning villager was no longer on fire. He was hurting and moaning.

Right, I needed to heal him.

I walked over and saw what the progress was like. Most of his clothes were gone, leaving him in just his fundoshi. I saw a lot of burns on his skin, but most of it looked like 2nd degree burns. Thankfully, that was the kind of damage my medicines could heal.

I reached into the small bag I’d carried with me and pulled out a ceramic jar no bigger than my fist. I popped the cork top open… 

“Oi, you have to drink this,” I said as I knelt next to him. Then I pressed the opening to his mouth.

He drank, grimacing in pain. 

Then he looked like he wanted to throw up.

“You better not spit this out! It’s oran berry!” 

With a grimace, he continued to drink.

The effect was immediate but slow. Many of the burns started to go away as his flesh started to knit itself back together. But it was less “knitting” and more “swelling” back into place. 

Alright. He’s stable and healing. 

I stood up. “Anyone else with injuries?” I asked and a few stepped up.

-VB-

Cleo felt … invigorated. 

She razed through the enemy ranks. She beguiled them with her appearance. She made them flinch and run in fear of fire. 

She stood triumphant.

… But she was not so arrogant as to think that she was the only one who mattered. She noticed how her fire didn’t affect the enemy lowlives well. It was like her fire had to fight through something before they stuck to them. 

It was the same with their fires against her, her siblings, and the beedrills. She knew from experience that the bugs were weak to fire. It’s why Wimpod will never beat her. Just one Ember was often enough to knock him out of the fight! 

But the beedrills? They took the fire and shrugged it off not because they weren’t weak to them but because the fires of the enemies had the same problem her fires had against them.

That was frustrating. 

That just meant that she needed to get stronger quickly. 

So that she could evolve, as Dad said. 

When she got actual legs to kick with, she’ll be stronger. 

There was a buzz.

She looked up and saw the beedrills returning with their stingers dripping with blood. 

She envied how quickly they were able to engage the enemies. 

She wanted to be in the thick of the fighting, too. 

“Sister,” the lead beedrill, Chooban, greeted her. He was the most bloodsoaked out of them all. 

She remembered how he’d punched a hole through one of the lowlives’ skulls. 

That had been… amazing to see. Such precision and power in something younger than her. 

It made her want to grow faster, too. 

“Chooban,” she greeted with a chirp. “The enemies?”

“Dead,” he reported. “We made sure of it.”

Blood dripped from his mandibles. 

“Good.”

Then Dad walked over to them.

“Damn, you lot are all covered in blood,” he grunted as he knelt. 

Even kneeling, he towered over them.

Chooban waited for his reward … and got it. 

Dad scratched and patted the beedrill’s head, and when he did that, the other beedrills came demanding their own rewards. 

Cleo… Cleo held back. She knew that she would get hers when they got back home. She would be pampered like she rightfully deserved! 

She was not jealous of how the beedrills were swarming Dad and getting all of his attention!

She wasn’t!