A few days later, a large truck slowly drove into Natsu’s farm.
It had been several days since the battle with Ting-Lu.
In that ti, quite a few changes had taken place on the farm.
The most noticeable change was the expansion of its territory—it had grown considerably, practically extending its borders by a full circle. Even the cave where Ogerpon had been living was now within the farm’s grounds.
On another note, Natsu had once again gone viral online.
After all, he was soone who had taken down a Legendary Pokémon head-on.
When Ting-Lu had been on the move, the ergency alerts practically leaped out of people’s phones, desperate to slap them in the face with warnings.
There was an intense online discussion about this disaster-bringing Legendary Pokémon.
And just when the hype was picking up—when the internet’s ever-resourceful netizens had finally pieced together the details of Ting-Lu’s identity—bam.
It got defeated.
Cleanly.
Decisively.
Dude, co on. This is kind of awkward for everyone.
One second, the internet was debating the sheer power of the Treasures of Ruin and the devastation they could bring.
The next second, before Ting-Lu even got close to a town, it was already taken down.
What was this, "The emperor had barely begun his conquest before the treasury ran dry"?
Soon, the discussion shifted from Ting-Lu to the person who had defeated it.
And just yesterday, when the League officially released the battle details, everyone finally found out who was responsible.
They even included a short video clip from the latter part of the battle.
Though recorded from afar, the footage still conveyed Ting-Lu’s overwhelming power.
Many online comnters were left in awe.
An eighteen-year-old—barely two or three months away from turning nineteen—had taken down a Legendary Pokémon to protect his farm, rallying his Pokémon companions to victory.
Was this the legendary hidden masters among common folk?
It was like winning a world championship in table tennis, only to return ho and get utterly schooled by the elderly man at the neighborhood ping-pong table.
You never know what kind of hidden talents an ordinary-looking person might have.
In no ti, Natsu had beco the hottest topic on the internet.
Young, accomplished, wealthy, and handso.
Honestly, this was the kind of thing that could make people jealous.
And that face of his—wasn’t there supposed to be a rule that when God opens a window for you, He closes a door?
So what door got closed for him, exactly?
The door to hardship?
While simultaneously flinging open a massive window of success?
As ntioned before, in this world, whether you’re a celebrity, an idol, or an internet personality, you still have to take a step back when standing before a truly powerful Pokémon Trainer.
If you're a strong Pokémon Trainer and good-looking, your popularity doesn't just add up—it multiplies.
Humans are visual creatures, after all. Attractive people always seem to get so extra perks.
It's like the classic wuxia trope of the hero saving the damsel in distress.
If the hero is handso, the girl will usually say, "I have nothing to repay you with, so I can only offer myself to you."
But if the hero isn't exactly easy on the eyes, then she might say, "I have nothing to repay you with, so I will serve you in my next life—as an ox or a horse."
The sa logic applies here.
It wasn't just Natsu himself who attracted attention. His Pokémon also beca a hot topic.
Many people were eager to copy his howork—analyzing his team to build their own second or third squads.
After all, the Pokémon used by the Elite Four and Champions are always closely studied, influencing battle strategies for many Trainers.
Adjusting an already powerful Trainer’s lineup to suit one's own needs was a common shortcut in the competitive world of Pokémon training.
After all, the Elite Four only needed to build their own teams once. But for those copying them? There was a lot more to consider.
Back to the main point.
When people looking to copy his team—or those with ulterior motives—opened the relevant data, they fell silent.
Persian—nothing special, a common Pokémon, often kept as a pet.
Corviknight—a flying taxi service Pokémon, plenty of those around.
Slowking—a bit rare, but not too uncommon.
Gardevoir—now that’s a different story. A highly sought-after Psychic Queen.
Gallade—an even rarer dual-blade Psychic warrior.
And then… that green one.
What the hell was that?
A Legendary Pokémon?!
— "Sir, are you the Legendary Pokémon guy?"
— "He's younger, stronger, and better-looking than . My existence is aningless. Goodbye, world."
— "At eighteen, he took down a Legendary. At eighteen, I ignored the risks of staying in bed all day."
— "Hey, uh… I have a friend…"
— "I am that friend. Send it to directly. (Serious)"
Seeing the online discussions, Natsu rubbed Ogerpon’s head.
"Just wait a little longer. Soon, we’ll clear your na."
"Umah?"
Ogerpon, gnawing on a berry larger than its own head, looked up in confusion.
Clear its na? What na?
Even now, Ogerpon still didn’t quite understand why so many people used to hate it.
But at this point, it didn’t really care anymore.
"Umah."
Nuzzling against Natsu’s hand, Ogerpon continued its battle with the berry.
This particular berry was actually an experint of Natsu’s.
Since it was just a sapling, he had been nourishing it daily with the Viridian Force.
He wasn’t forcing it to grow faster—just watering it with energy.
And sohow, the tree started developing in the direction of a mystical spirit tree.
Simply standing near it made one feel an incredible sense of relaxation.
Its berries were noticeably larger than normal.
Although they hadn't been officially tested, based on his Pokémon’s reactions, their nutritional value and taste were top-tier—not any worse than the energy cubes on the market.
Incidentally, for so reason, when Natsu casually called it a "spirit tree," it seed to awaken Corviknight’s chuunibyou soul.
For the past few days, Corviknight had been staying near the tree, no matter whether it was eating or sleeping.
As if it were cosplaying as its guardian beast.
Well, sort of.
What kind of guardian beast watches over sothing while binge-watching dramas, completely ignoring the thing it's supposed to guard?
"Pi!"
In the distance, the cry of a Shiny Pidgeotto rang out.
Previously, Corviknight had been the one responsible for relaying ssages around the farm.
But lately, since it had been enjoying its roleplaying sessions, it temporarily handed over the job to its "little bro."
Yes, all the birds on the farm were now Corviknight’s little bros.
Just like how all the Sentret and Furret on the farm were under the rule of the Shiny Furret.
Corviknight figured that it deserved so followers, too.
After all, it had now officially been part of a battle that took down a Legendary Pokémon.
Sure, it wasn’t the main fighter this ti.
But soday, it would defeat a Legendary with its own strength.
Natsu had said so.
And Corviknight fully trusted Natsu’s words.
To be fair, Natsu wasn’t lying.
With its current strength, Corviknight could definitely beat sothing like a Cosmog or a ltan.
Natsu never lied—he just withheld so details.
"Pi-Pi!"
Natsu boss! There’s a big truck at the farm’s entrance!
The Shiny Pidgeotto landed, looking at Natsu expectantly.
"Got it."
Seeing its eager gaze, Natsu reached into his pocket and pulled out a few pokéblocks, stuffing them into its beak.
As the flavors exploded on its tongue, the Shiny Pidgeotto’s eyes narrowed in bliss.
As expected—Natsu always rewarded any Pokémon that helped out.
Brushing so crumbs off his hands, Natsu called out into the air.
"Gardevoir."
"Ogerpon."
In the next instant, Gardevoir appeared beside him.
Her eyes glowed as she teleported Natsu and Ogerpon to the farm entrance.
"Thanks."
For Natsu, it was just a blink of an eye before he arrived at the gate.
"Mr. Natsu."
A man in a suit stepped out from the truck’s passenger seat, nodding slightly when he saw Natsu.
There was a hint of respect in his eyes.
Because, in the end, power was the ultimate truth.
Only fools would act arrogant in front of a true powerhouse.
Even so-called prodigies were nothing until they had grown strong enough to prove themselves.
High EQ: You have a bright future ahead.
Low EQ: Right now, you're nothing.
It might sound like sothing a villain would say, but in reality, only those who survive long enough can be called geniuses.
The ones who get crushed? Just unlucky.
"Hello."
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Natsu turned his attention to the back of the truck.
Two Machamp, wearing yellow safety helts, were unloading cargo.
There was a lot of stuff this ti—large and small crates, all essential for the farm’s developnt.
So advanced machines were included, too.
The suited man lifted a briefcase and gestured towards Natsu.
"Here are the Pokémon and valuables you applied for."
As he spoke, he handed the case over.
Before doing so, he had already perford a series of verifications in front of Natsu.
This wasn’t just a security asure—it was also a way of proving that the items inside hadn’t been tampered with.
Essentially, it was a seal of authenticity.
"Got it. Thanks."
Taking the case, Natsu began the final unlocking process.
He had already received the necessary passcodes earlier.
Honestly, with how complicated this case was, it felt more like a safe than a briefcase.
As he looked at the sleek, black, undecorated box in his hands, he couldn't help but think that it might be useful in the future.
Ever since taking over the farm, Natsu had developed a habit of keeping anything that might co in handy later.
Because you never know.
"Umah…"
Ogerpon, still holding its half-eaten berry, glanced at the suited man, then at Natsu.
And ultimately decided—this berry was more important.
Click.
With a final unlock, the case's hydraulic arms opened automatically.
Inside, nestled in black velvet—
Five Poké Balls on the left.
Three shimring stones on the right.
"The left side contains the Pokémon you requested," the suited man explained.
"The right side holds a Key Stone and ga Stones—rewards for your efforts in sheltering the migrating Pokémon on your farm."
Natsu hadn't asked for ga Evolution items.
Yet, here they were.
"I see."
Staring at the radiant ga Stones for a few seconds, Natsu calmly closed the case.
Seeing his reaction, the suited man exhaled slightly in relief.
This was a very generous gesture.
Thinking about it carefully, having the strength to defeat a legendary Pokémon head-on and successfully capturing it…
Regardless of whether Natsu can make Ting-Lu submit in the future, the fact remains—he is a man with legendary-level combat power.
At the very least, dealing with the remaining three Treasures of Ruin shouldn’t be an issue.
Even if he’s at a disadvantage due to type matchups or battle styles, he should still be able to hold his ground for a while.
Young, powerful, and yet instead of joining the League, he chose to live as an independent farm owner.
Given these circumstances, it makes sense to offer him so goodwill now to facilitate future cooperation—even if it ans going the extra mile.
Still… it's hard not to feel envious.
Casting an inconspicuous glance at the briefcase, the well-dressed man quickly adjusted his mindset.
Soone like him, with neither power nor influence, had climbed up the ranks step by step using his ability to read people and swiftly adapt.
“My na is Fu Gakuji. If you ever have any questions, Mr. Natsu, feel free to contact .”
With a warm smile, Fu Gakuji naturally exchanged contact information with Natsu.
Another connection secured.
Gakuji clenched his fist in his heart.
More friends, more opportunities. More powerful connections, even bigger opportunities.
This is one connection I’m definitely holding onto.
After all, who wouldn’t want to stay close to soone like Natsu? Young, capable, and with a surprisingly good personality.
No one would let go of such a valuable connection—certainly not Fu Gakuji.
Right now, he was a secretary, but soon he would be assigned to a township post.
If he happened to be sent to Lianshan Town, then Natsu would beco a person he must maintain a good relationship with.
“Heave-ho! Heave-ho!”
Two Machamp efficiently unloaded the cargo from the truck, arranging everything neatly before silently getting back on board.
The entire process was smooth—no unnecessary movents, no exaggerated poses.
For a species like Machamp, this was quite rare.
After all, even when they eat, they strike bodybuilding poses.
Flexing is practically ingrained in their very bones.
For them to restrain themselves like this—it’s about as difficult as getting a Slaking to willingly do two push-ups.
“Well then, I won’t disturb you any longer, Mr. Natsu.”
After bidding Natsu farewell, Fu Gakuji took the passenger seat in the cargo truck and left.
It wasn’t that the departnt lacked official vehicles.
He simply felt that this way, he could get closer to Natsu more naturally.
After all, many young people tend to keep their distance from governnt officials.
Fortunately, it seed like his approach was working.
And their conversation had been smooth, without any hint of arrogance from Natsu.
Not an easy thing to find these days.
Fu Gakuji had a gut feeling—Natsu was going to go far.
His job wasn’t to fawn over him but simply to do his work properly.
Switching his phone back from silent mode to vibrate, Fu Gakuji continued handling his tasks.
...
“Alright, everyone, co et your new companions.”
Back at ho, Natsu gathered his Pokémon, as he always did whenever a new mber joined the farm.
A small welco ceremony helped new Pokémon integrate into the group more easily.
“Lopunny!”
“Emolga?”
Lopunny and Emolga reacted in stark contrast.
Lopunny was always full of warmth and kindness toward new arrivals.
Since the farm belonged to Natsu, Lopunny was naturally happy to see it grow and thrive.
Emolga, on the other hand, remained indifferent.
At most, it was mildly curious.
Lately, Emolga had been busy establishing its own Emolga fan club.
Not for so grand rebellion against Natsu or anything.
It was just that if that dumb Corviknight could have followers, then of course Emolga couldn’t fall behind.
Putting aside battle prowess, Corviknight was basically at the bottom of the farm’s social hierarchy.
Many Pokémon found its relentless preaching habits quite annoying.
Seriously, what kind of normal Pokémon actually listens to that stuff?!
By the way, sitting at the top of the farm’s hierarchy was Slowking.
This guy had already reached the stage where he looked down on everyone's intelligence equally.
He always kept his shell filled with brain-boosting supplents—walnuts, mory enhancers, that kind of thing.
And whenever he encountered soone he deed both stubborn and foolish, Slowking wouldn’t bother arguing.
Instead, he’d silently hand them a bag of walnuts.
So people just need a little extra help in the intelligence departnt.
Under the watchful eyes of the other Pokémon, Natsu tossed five Poké Balls into the air.
“Audino.”
“Indeedee.”
“Chansey~”
“You must be Natsu, Roto!”
As the white light faded, five unfamiliar Pokémon appeared before Natsu.
The previously calm and quiet living room instantly beca lively.
So Pokémon greeted the newcors enthusiastically. Others whispered amongst themselves, sharing their thoughts.
“Alright, settle down, everyone.”
Honestly, Natsu was starting to regret his decision.
Maybe he should have introduced them in a quieter environnt.
Fortunately, the newcors didn’t seem to be overwheld, which reassured him a little.
He made a ntal note—first impressions were important.
For a Trainer and a Pokémon, their first eting was akin to a newborn seeing its caretaker for the first ti.
“Hello, everyone.”
Natsu stepped forward, greeting the five Pokémon who, despite the noise, remained composed.
As he spoke, he studied them carefully.
From left to right: two Indeedee, a male and a female.
The Indeedee species were the very definition of butler-type Pokémon—ticulous, efficient, and highly capable.
Rumor had it that even the daily operations of the British royal family were handled by a pair of Indeedee.
With two psychic-type Pokémon of this caliber, they could easily replace a whole team of maids.
If not for the need to maintain royal traditions, all the human staff might have been dismissed already.
Next were two pink cuties—Audino and Chansey.
Both were officially recognized Pokémon Center dical assistants.
They had excellent healing abilities, gentle temperants…
And, well, they were surprisingly good fighters.
Chansey, in particular, was notorious.
The “Pink Demon.”
With moves like Toxic, Substitute, Protect, Minimize, Soft-Boiled, and Charm, it had a well-earned reputation in both singles and doubles battles.
Most opponents ended up completely ntally shattered by the end of a fight.
Audino, as Chansey’s successor, wasn’t much better.
Toxic, Double Team, Thunder Wave, Substitute, Rest, Amnesia, Grass Knot…
Just looking at its movepool was enough to make a Trainer lose their composure.
These two would probably get along very well with Butterfree.
Finally, there was Rotom.
One of the most useful Pokémon in the modern era.
At least in terms of functionality, only Porygon could really compete with it.
Rotom could possess appliances and vehicles, changing its form and typing accordingly.
And once it inhabited a device, its performance would be greatly enhanced.
In short, with Rotom around, Natsu basically had a fully automated smart ho.
Everything would work seamlessly with just a simple command.
Pretty convenient, honestly.
At the very least, he wouldn’t have to worry about using any of the machines he had just stored away.
“Nice to et you all. I’m Natsu, a farm owner.”
“This first eting may not be what you expected.”
“But I hope we can get along well from now on.”
He extended his hand and spoke softly.
The five Pokémon exchanged glances before taking turns giving him a high-five.
Truth be told, they already knew about Natsu and the farm before coming here.
And from what they’d heard, it seed like a pretty good place.
After all, this was the kind of life they had been trained for.
Whether it was a Pokémon Center or a farm, it didn’t really make much difference in the end.
If the farm owner was reliable, maybe life on the farm would actually be pretty comfortable?
"Alright, alright. If anyone has questions, feel free to ask."
"But one at a ti, okay?"
"Don’t scare our new friends."
Just as Natsu straightened up, he imdiately felt curious gazes coming from all directions.
Faced with his group of inquisitive Pokémon, he could only step aside and let them have their mont.
The mont Natsu gave his approval, the Pokémon, led by Lopunny, eagerly sward forward.
They were all filled with curiosity about their new companions.
Lately, the farm had been in a relatively stable state.
The last ti a bunch of new Pokémon arrived at once was when Gardevoir ca.
"Right, Rotom, for now, you can use this phone."
"If I get the chance, I’ll go to the Trainer Association and apply for a Pokédex."
As if rembering sothing, Natsu pulled out an old phone from the cabinet.
Since there were quite a few internet-addicted Pokémon at ho, Natsu had stocked up on extra phones and computers.
Now, one of them was finally coming in handy.
But this was just a temporary solution.
"Got it, Roto!"
Grinning mischievously, Rotom transford into a bolt of electricity and entered the phone.
In an instant, the phone underwent a visible transformation.
Its outer shell turned Rotom's signature orange, and even developed facial features.
"Looking forward to working with you, Natsu!"
"What should I do next?"
Rotom grinned, happily zipping around in the air.
In just this short ti, it had already grasped the general layout of the farm.
The future looked promising—really promising.
And this ti, it was a genuine complint.
In Rotom's eyes, Natsu was definitely soone bound for great things.
And more importantly, the farm had an unlimited supply of customized Pokéblocks!
To those Rotom working for the League—do you guys get this kind of treatnt?!
Do you?!
Well, now there was no choice but to work hard.
Forget about surpassing the veteran Pokémon—
At the very least, among the ones who arrived today, it had to be Natsu's favorite!
"Take your ti and get familiar with the farm over the next few days."
"We can talk about work later."
Seeing Rotom so eager to start working, Natsu chuckled and gently put a hold on the idea.
It had just arrived—getting used to the place should co first.
This wasn’t so exploitative sweatshop, after all.
Throwing Pokémon into hard labor the mont they arrived? Natsu couldn’t do that.
(anwhile, Slowking, who had barely evolved before being put to work: "??")
"Suosuo."
Amidst the lively atmosphere, Zorua quietly approached Natsu and whispered sothing to him.
"I see… so that guy is acting up again."
As he listened to Zorua, the smile on Natsu’s face gradually faded.
Just as expected, that guy was a huge headache.
"Persian, keep an eye on things here for . I’ll be back soon."
Grabbing a jacket from the couch, Natsu asked Cinccino to help brush off any loose fur before throwing it on and heading out.
"Lead the way, Zorua."
"Suosuo."
No problem. Just make sure to give an extra al when we get back.
Keeping that guy in check is exhausting, you know.
With an expression that didn't betray a single hint of guilt, Zorua casually made its demand.
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