Ash shuffled through the tall grass, which to anyone else would be considered a normal height for grass of about a couple inches. Through the blades, he found a periwinkle headed man with slightly tanned skin and emerald green eyes. It was James.
Despite James had been Ash's nemesis since he ventured through the Kanto region for him, Jessie, and Meowth persistently trying to steal pikachu, the boy was growing desperate. He's been this size for hours, but it felt like days for him and feels like he could ask for help from anyone.
Should he?
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