Chapter - 37 : Treasure - I

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The next day dawned with determination in Arthur's eyes. Aware of the dwindling contents of his pocket, he made a pragmatic decision to invest his remaining 600 pokecoins in essential pokemon food supplies.

Arthur's senses tingled with a familiar unease as he stepped into the outskirts of Mt. Jugo.

The dense forest surrounded him, casting shadows that seemed to hold secrets. He couldn't shake off the feeling that someone was watching his every move.

Every rustle of leaves and faint whisper of the wind sent shivers down his spine. He remained on high alert, his instincts honed from years of survival. It was a skill he had acquired living in the lawless cities, where danger lurked at every corner.

With each step he took, his gaze darted from tree to tree, scanning the surroundings for any sign of movement. The silence of the forest was deafening, amplifying his apprehension. Arthur's mind raced, considering the possibilities of who could be watching him and their intentions.

He ran and moved around for a couple of time and hid beside a tree to see if there was anyone following him. With bated breath, Arthur scanned the surroundings, his senses heightened. The rustling of leaves and the distant sounds of nature filled the air, but there was no sign of his pursuer.

As he remained hidden, Arthur's mind raced with thoughts. Who could be following him, and what were their intentions? He knew he had to proceed with caution, for the safety of both himself and his Pokémon.

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Minutes turned into what felt like hours, as Arthur patiently waited, his eyes darting from one shadow to another. Suddenly, a twig snapped nearby, and his heart skipped a beat. He peered through the foliage and saw a figure approaching cautiously.

The man's eyes darted around, searching for any signs of Arthur's presence. "Where did that boy go?" the man muttered angrily.

Arthur's heart pounded in his chest as he listened to the man's words. He knew he had to stay hidden and remain undetected. Peeking through the branches, he observed the man searching the area, his eyes scanning the surroundings in frustration.

Arthur's mind raced with questions. Who was this man? Why was he looking for him? He had always been cautious in his action.

As the man, frustrated and empty-handed, departed from the area, Arthur cautiously observed his retreat from his concealed spot. He waited for a few more moments, ensuring that there were no lingering threats before deciding to make his move.

With a surge of adrenaline, Arthur sprang into action, his footsteps quick and purposeful. He knew that time was of the essence, and he had to put as much distance as possible between himself and his pursuer.

Navigating through the rugged terrain of the mountain, Arthur relied on his instincts and the map his father had left him. The lush vegetation and towering cliffs presented challenges, but he pushed forward, determined to uncover the secrets that awaited him.

His heart pounded in his chest as he ventured deeper into the mountains, the air growing crisp and the surroundings growing more treacherous. The scent of adventure mingled with the earthy aroma of the forest, urging Arthur to press on despite the risks.