After finishing its m exercise, Togepi walked home with a cheerful boun its step, occasionally passing other Pokémon also training in the early hours.
Since a few days ago, the farm had started receiving visits from challengers. While it wasn’t an official gym, it had bee a popur spot for traio check out. The sic views bined with the opportunity for battles made it a worthwhile destination.
To aodate the influx, Natsume had designated a plot of nd at the farm's edge as a battle arena. Beyond just battles, he occasionally sold Pokéblocks, and to his surprise, the farm was already turning a profit. It had only been about a month since he took over the farm, ahings were running smoothly.
Natsume hadn’t bothered with detailed ating; as long as there was enough moo live fortably, that was all that mattered. If funds ever ran short, he could always make and sell more Pokéblocks.
A lifestyle remi of Yoshihiro Togashi’s mantra: “When I run out of money, I’ll just draw manga again.” (Except Togashi ss drawing for pying Mahjong...)
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“Togi!”
Returning to the house, Togepi found Natsume already awake. From the workshop came the fragrant aroma of berries. The st alone was enough to make anyone feel rexed and tent.
It was worth noting that the farm's enviro had ged subtly due to Natsume frequently using his Verdant Power to cultivate ingredients like Berries. The residual energy not only boosted the vitality of every pnt but also made the air exceptionally fresh.
Visitors staying at the farm might even find themselves gradually rec from minor ailments. Simirly, the Pokémon living on the farm were steadily growing stronger.
Just yesterday, Steenee had secretly told Togepi it was close to evolving.
“Lucky for you,” Togepi thought enviously, tugging the little bucked into the crack of its eggshell. It waddled determinedly toward the Pokéblock workshop.
Whenever Natsume made Pokéblocks, he would cut small pieces for everyoo sample. This always drew Pokémon to gather around and watch eagerly.
With some effort, Togepi pushed the door open and obediently climbed onto a small stool nearby, watg Natsume ily. At the workstation, Natsume was busy making Pokéblocks, assisted by Lopunny.
I days, Lopunny had takehe helper role from Butterfree, who had decided to foproving its skills. Apparently, it had even sought tut from Zorua.
Yes, Zorua—the one every Pokémon on the farm knew was unusual.
But sisume hadn’t raised any s, the others were tent to train with Zorua and learn its many tricks.
“Lopunny!”
“Really? I’ll check it out ter.”
“Lopunny, lop!”
“That’s great! We’ll have our own power source soon!”
As Natsume chatted casually with Lopunny, she informed him about new arrivals at the farm. Last night, a flock of Pidgey had settled he berry grove, and the previously empty warehouse now seemed to host some Electric-type Pokémon.
Natsume wasn’t surprised.
Given the unusually high vitality of the farm, it was iable that wild Pokémon would be drawn to it. Without Mightyena’s patrols or Persian’s ht, they might have already had troublemakers barging in.
In fact, that had already happened a few times.
Persian’s se was clear: “I’m not targeting anyone in particur; I’m just saying all of yarbage.”
“Togepi, want a taste?”
Cutting a small piece from the batatsume cooled it with a quick blow before handing it to Togepi.
Sampling aside, it was mostly an excuse for him to spoil the Pokémon. A owner would agree that feeding their panions is a deeply satisfying experience—provided said pet isn’t a picky eater.
“Togi!”
Taking the piece, Togepi mimicked Natsume, blowing on it briefly before popping it into its mouth. A burst of rich sweetness spread across its tongue, and it couldn’t help but squint its eyes in delight. Its little feet swung happily, mirr its mood.
“Togi!”
“No more for now. Breakfast is ing up.”
“Togi…”
“Not even a small piece. Lopunny, keep an eye on Togepi and make sure it doesn’t sneak any.”
Natsume set the freshly made Pokéblocks aside to cool before lifting Togepi and pg it on the living room sofa.
Following him out, Lopunny nodded in uanding, her kind smile shifting to a bnk, intimidating stare as she turo face Togepi.
“Don’t even think about it.”
Togepi froze under her gaze, then obediently sat on the sofa, fog oV.
As a Buneary, Lopunny had oftehe target of Togepi’s mischief. But after evolving, her strength had skyrocketed, and she could always catch Togepi i.
Over time, she became Togepi’s natural nemesis.
Satisfied with Togepi’s behavior, Lopunuro assist Natsume. The Pokéblocks were an integral part of his strategy when catg Pokémon.
The method might be cliché, but it was undeniably effective—akin to a college freshman gifting the dormmates new gadgets and saying, “If you don’t like it, feel free to sell it for cash. Oh, and I’ll take care of meals for the four years.”
Who could resist su offer?
“Lopunny!”
Handing Natsume his bag of Pokéblocks and Poké Balls, Lopunny stood at the door like a doting housewife seeing him off.
“Thanks for holding down the fort, Lopunny.”
“Lopunny.”
With a wave, Natsume headed toward the grove, apanied by Corvisquire and Shiny Furret.
The farm had twroves: one for Pecha Berries and the other for Oran Berries. The tter was teo by the Pancham family and Ursaring.
As Natsume approached the rove, a dazzling golden light caught his eye.
“Wait a sed… is that a Shiny Pidgeotto?!”
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