It’s widely known that handcrafted items aren’t necessarily the best, but they are almost always the most expeheir price often includes not just the intrinsic value but also the allure of being "handcrafted."

  However, this rule doesn’t apply in the Pokémon world.

  Be it Pokéblocks or Poké Balls, tless items are crafted by skilled artisans. Take, for instahe Pokéblocks that the boy wao buy just now.

  Due to various factors, most Pokéblocks on the market are basid unremarkable. orders, oher hand, e with a hefty price tag.

  For an average family, this be quite a financial burden. It's not that they don't want their kids to grow stro’s just that their wallets don’t allow it.

  “I don’t mind,” Natsume replied after a brief moment of thought.

  He had already sidered selling his surplus Pokéblocks and nning to look for stable sales els soon. His inal idea was to approach gyms as potential distributors.

  On that he gyms in Jadeleaf Region are divided into four levels: national, provincial, municipal, and ty-level.

  After all, with a popution in the billions, fewer than 20 national-level gyms would hardly suffice. People would be waiting months just to book a single challenge.

  “Thank you so muatsume!”

  “By the way, Natsume, what’s the name of your farm?” the boy asked curiously.

  Although the farm was marked on the map, its name wasn’t listed. He had initially thought it was an ht, but upon arrival, he found that even the physical location cked any signage or pques.

  “The farm’s name?”

  “It’s Sunnyhill Farm. When I ied it, some of the paperwork wasn’t finalized yet,” Natsume expined. “I submitted everything ter, so the map should update in a day or two.”

  The farm had a different name before, but Natsume decided to re to mark a fresh start. Sunnyhill held no special meaning—it just sounded pleasant to him.

  At first, he had toyed with quirky names like Stardew Valley or Pikapika Farm, but practicality won out in the end.

  With his curiosity satisfied, the boy returo discussing the details of buying Pokéblocks with Natsume. Soon, they agreed on a deal: enough Pokéblocks to st the boy’s Pokémon for half a month, priced signifitly higher than market rates.

  Though it wasn’t exorbitaainly not the “10,000 per block” kind of premium—Natsume was still making a tidy profit.

  Money, however, had never been Natsume’s primary motivation. Even in terms of personal lifestyle, he lived modestly.

  It was only when the boy transferred payment that Natsume finally learned his name. Not that it mattered much.

  "I have no i in remembering the names of defeated oppos," Natsume thought smugly.

  Watg the boy leave, surrounded by his cssmates, with a bittersweet expression, Natsume scratched...

  ...his back.

  Why did he e here again? To get beaten up and then hand me his money?

  Before leaving, the boy did mention he’d promote Natsume’s farm on online forums. He cimed it might attract more visitors.

  “Should I set up a proper battle area?” Natsume pondered aloud.

  He had designated part of the farm as a recreational zo hadn’t gotten around to developing it. Who has time for leisure when things are just starting to take off?

  “Sand...ssh.”

  "I think it’s a good idea," Sandssh said, waving its cws in agreement.

  For some reason, the Pokémon on the farm had retly bee obsessed with growing stronger. From the shiny Furret to the Mightyena family, even Buneary had started secretly practig moves at night.

  The newly arrived bck Zorua had also been sharing its expertise, teag several Pokémon new skills. Furret, for example, had learned Ice Punch.

  Had their id-back life suddenly turned into a hot-blooded training arc?

  Not that it affected Sandssh much—it still loved tilling the fields the most.

  ---

  Soon enough, Sunnyhill Farm garnered a small wave of oention.

  Not because of the farm itself but due to the battle footage uploaded by the boy’s panions.

  The first half of the video was fairly ordinary. A well-trained Sandssh and a Butterfree with a surprisingly diverse move pool were hy but not shog. This world has no she of remarkable Pokémon—there’s even a five-meter-tall Tyranitar trending online.

  What truly captured viewers' attention was the shiny Furret.

  Who could resist the charm of a pink-and-white, fluffy, oversized cuddle buddy?

  Certainly not the i.

  The rules of online popurity are peculiar. Show off teical skills, and self-procimed experts will critique you relentlessly. But post something cute, quirky, or outndish, and yolden.

  Unsurprisingly, the shiny Furret gained a modest burst of fame.

  Some forum users even ehat they lived near Sunnyhill Farm and would visit soon. Others cimed they were already on their way.

  For now, though, none of this ed Natsume.

  “Piii!”

  As he approached the house, he heard Togepi’s spirited cries.

  The tiny Pokémon, its eggshell stained with dirt, darted out from behind the house, its stubby legs moving surprisingly fast.

  “Bun!”

  Behind it was Buneary, towel in hand, looking utterly flustered. Taking care of Togepi was clearly proving to be a challenging task.

  Upon spotting Natsume, Buneary immediately tossed the towel aside and leaped into his arms, menting Togepi’s mischief.

  Togepi, oher hand, feigned ignorah an i expression.

  “I see,” Natsume said, gng at the darkening sky. After a moment’s thought, he smiled and said:

  “Let’s all take a bath together tonight.”

  Gcell