They say Togepi is a Pokémon that represents lud happiness.

  Its eggshell is said to be filled with joy, and when it feels tent, it shares the luside its shell with others. As the Trainer of a Togepi, one is supposedly blessed with good fortune, leading to a blissful life.

  Of course, there’s no stific basis for this cim—just folklore.

  Much like the saying, “If you’re single by thirty, you’ll qualify as a grand wizard.”

  In short, nonsense.

  “Togeee~ Toge!”

  Togepi darted around the room, clutg the little b had been born with.

  Newborns are always curious, filled with an endless energy to explore the world.

  From the bed to uhe table, from the window to the doorway—Togepi's enthusiasm knew no bounds.

  “Bun bun!”

  Buneary, holding a milk bottle, frantically chased after it.

  Given that Natsume often had to step out, he’d entrusted Buneary with a very important task: taking care of Togepi when he wasn’t home.

  Buneary had fidently accepted the responsibility, thumping its chest iermination.

  It had thought, “Sure, I’m small too, but looking after a baby like Togepi? Piece of cake.”

  That fideed all of five minutes after Natsume left.

  When Togepi’s "energy bar" fully charged, chaos ensued.

  While Natsume had been home, Togepi had been napping in its , already tired from earlier mischief.

  Now, with Natsume googepi was fully energized.

  Buneary had beeed at first, scrambling after Togepi in a panic.

  Now, it simply flopped onto the floor i, utterly spent.

  “Bun…”

  Colpsing in exhaustion, Buneary looked like it had been pletely worn out.

  It wasn’t annoyed—just utterly defeated.

  “Fet it. I’m done.”

  “Meow.”

  Persian gracefully strolled into the room.

  It took one look at the disheveled Buneary and then at the hyperactive Togepi.

  Togepi froze instantly.

  Clutg its bightly, it scurried over to Persian’s feet and nuzzled its paw in an ingratiating manner.

  Though still young, Togepi had already grasped the “food ” of the farm.

  The top boss was, without question, Natsume.

  Just this m, Togepi had witnessed Natsume effortlessly pin a rogue Fearow to the ground with one hand, rendering its struggles futile. After a thh scolding, the Fearow had fled the farm in disgrace.

  Sed in and was the farm’s Persian—a senior member who had been with Natsume since childhood. Persian’s status was unshakable.

  Acc to Corvisquire, such loyalty and prestige were called "achieving greatness by following a leader."

  Or was it "being a big fish in a small pond?"

  Togepi wasirely sure.

  The third highest-ranking member on the farm was Butterfree, who diligently assisted Natsume with crafting Pokéblocks. It was always buzzing about during produ sessions.

  As for the rest, Togepi felt they were all more or less the same—each had their own tasks to handle.

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  Elsewhere, he farm’s fields, Natsume and Sandshrew stood side by side, smiling at the sight of their first fully ripened crops.

  The synized movements and expressions of the two were almost ical.

  “You’ve worked hard, Sandshrew,” Natsume said. “The fields are in fantastic shape thanks to you.”

  “Sand sand!”

  Raising its tiny arms, Sandshrew struck a “strong” pose, clearly pleased.

  It had discovered a newfound love for farming. Sining to the farm, most of its time had beeending to the crops. Watg the pnts it cared frow day by day brought it immense joy.

  New hobby unlocked: farming.

  The moment, a radiant white glow enveloped Sandshrew’s body.

  “Sand?!”

  Startled, Sandshrew quickly realized what was happening—it was evolving.

  It cast a nervous g Natsume, then prepared to embrace its transformation.

  Why the nervousness?

  Well, Sandshrew couldn’t deny that its first thought upon seeing the white light was, “Am I being bain? But wait, wasn’t I already born?”

  Sometimes, even Pokémon have their silly moments.

  When the light subsided, Sandssh stood proudly in its pce.

  pared to its round and harmless pre-evolution, Sandssh now exuded a sharper, more formidable aura. Its longer cws, pierg eyes, and spiked back gave it a fierce appearance.

  “Saash!”

  Striking a pose, Sandssh looked quite satisfied with its new form.

  “gratutions, Sandssh,” Natsume said with a sense of pride.

  No matter how many times he wit, the evolution of a Pokémon never failed to amaze him.

  Sandssh raised its cw, looking expetly at Natsume.

  After a brief pause, Natsume uood and raised his hand to meet it.

  Cp!

  A solid high-five sealed the moment.

  “Alright, let’s start the harvest!” Natsume said.

  “Saash!”

  Man and Pokémon dove into the field, w with seamless coordinatioe being human, Natsume’s speed rivaled that of the evolved Pokémon.

  Uionally, the two turhe task into a friendly petition, rag to see who could harvest more.

  Meanwhile, unknown to Natsume, his farm had begun to attrae attention from the outside world.

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