You find it in yourself to move on.

After all, if you ever wanted to be the Champion of Kanto, you wouldn't be stopped by a few measly Geodudes. You continue along the way, being much more careful to not step on any Pokemon or Pokemon shit, and follow the markers to the exit of this cave. You follow and follow, but eventually come to a dead end.

There was sunlight shining from the cracks of this landslide, but as it was, you couldn't break through it even if you tried. You were just about to give up when a shuffling noise came from behind you.

You whipped around, finding a small Larvitar, its arms crossed with a cocky look on its face.

"Oh, um… Hey." You said, reaching down for a Pokeball. You didn't know if it would hurt you or not, and were just about to let your Gyrados out when Larvitar walked past you like you were never there.

You watched as they began to pick up the rocks, flinging them behind them like they were mere pebbles. Not wanting to be called out by a Pokemon, you began to help it, but it was clear who was doing the Pyroar's share of the work. Larvitar was such a hard worker that you felt bad for not being able to help it more than you were.

If the two of you made it out of this cave, thanking the Larvitar might be a good idea. But as always, you were a bit constrained for time.

If you intended on thanking the Pokemon once the two of you were out of the cave, head to Chapter Fifteen

If you were dead set on moving on, head to Chapter Sixteen