The Machamp driving the vehicle instinctively wanted to pull off a flashy drift at the entrance, but upon spotting Natsu, it quickly reconsidered. Instead, it carefully eased on the brakes and ca to a smooth stop.
No choice—when facing a VIP client, maintaining a bit of respect was necessary, regardless of whether the other party cared.
That’s just how life worked.
“Boss! We’re here!”
Jumping out of the vehicle, the Machamp girl hurried over to Natsu. Breathing in the fresh air, she felt all the grogginess from her midday nap and the discomfort of the ride vanish.
There was sothing about Natsu’s farm, almost like magic. Simply being here, just taking a breath, felt rejuvenating.
“I’ll have to trouble you again.”
Natsu nodded, leading the construction team into the farm.
By now, the team was extrely familiar with the farm. After all, they had personally built most of the structures here, one step at a ti.
“No trouble at all.”
The Machamp girl quickly waved her hand dismissively.
Compared to dealing with middle-aged clients, she much preferred working with young people.
Sure, young folks these days had moods that fluctuated more wildly than the stock market, but overall, their professionalism was still solid.
As long as you communicated properly, most young people would reciprocate with the sa level of respect—unless the other side was being unreasonable.
Whether it was negotiation or general interaction, working with young people was simply more pleasant.
“This ti, the construction will be over there…”
After briefly explaining the project to the Machamp girl, Natsu called over the diligent Butler Ogerpon.
Since they had worked together for a long ti, Natsu trusted the team completely.
Likewise, Ogerpon also had complete confidence in them.
With Ogerpon supervising, Natsu didn’t plan to stand around watching over the construction.
Watching people work was just too boring.
He figured he wasn’t old enough to appreciate the “joy” of standing by a construction site, observing the progress like a retiree.
No, right now, he was still a young man with energy to spare.
“Suo.”
So, what are we doing now?
Trailing alongside Natsu, Zorua trotted in tiny, delicate steps.
This posture… was still kind of uncomfortable.
Even though it had maintained this form for a while now, it still didn’t feel like moving much.
With that thought, Zorua leaped into the air.
A soft, glowing light enveloped its small fra, and as the glow faded, a pink, long-tailed feline erged once more.
“You done with role-playing for now?”
Glancing at the pink feline beside him, Natsu instinctively reached out and scratched under its chin.
“w~”
I still feel like playing sotis.
w narrowed its eyes in pleasure.
Hmm… this expert-level cat-petting technique…
Natsu, you’ve definitely petted a lot of cats before, haven’t you?
w swished its long tail across Natsu’s face, pretending to interrogate him.
Confess! How many cats have you been petting behind my back?!
Didn’t you say I was your one and only cat?!
“I never said that.”
Natsu casually grabbed w’s tail and gave it a gentle tug.
w, playing along, allowed itself to be “reeled in” and curled up comfortably in Natsu’s arms.
Ah, this familiar sensation.
“As for how many cats I’ve petted…”
Natsu thought for a mont.
“Well, there’s Purugly, Glaow, the neighbor’s Skitty from when I was a kid, Purrloin, a classmate’s Delcatty, Shinx…”
“w.”
Alright, you can stop talking now.
w pressed the tip of its tail against Natsu’s lips, forcing him into silence.
I can’t believe you’re this kind of person, Natsu.
Playing around with so many cats…
"Well, there’s nothing I can do about it."
Shrugging, Natsu acknowledged it as an unavoidable reality.
His physique naturally attracted many Pokémon—or rather, he was destined to be endlessly petted by them.
As for how many cats he had petted?
Would you rember how many slices of bread you’ve eaten in your life?
"w"
You still haven’t said what you’re up to right now.
A slender tail brushed back and forth against Natsu’s chin. w, however, remained unfazed even as Natsu grabbed it in one swift motion.
Still nestled comfortably in his arms.
"I’m heading back to grab so tools and give Ampharos and the others a trim."
Walking beneath the shade of the trees with w in his arms, Natsu felt a slight chill against his skin. It was at this mont that he truly realized—sumr had completely ended.
Among the Ampharos evolutionary line, only Ampharos itself lacked wool.
Mareep, Flaaffy, and even ga Ampharos were all covered in fleece.
It was said that many farms deliberately controlled Mareep’s growth to maintain wool production.
Of course, they didn’t use an Everstone—that would be far too expensive.
Instead, it was supposedly regulated through dietary thods.
Natsu hadn’t delved too deeply into the specifics.
With a herd of Dubwool around, wool production was never a concern.
If they wanted to evolve, they could evolve.
After all, he could afford it.
Perhaps it was because he frequently used the power of Viridian Forest to accelerate growth, but the air quality across the entire farmland had beco astonishingly pure.
There even seed to be... sothing extra in the air.
If this were a cultivation novel, it’d be a land rich in spiritual energy—an earthly paradise.
Forget just fruit trees—at this rate, even the weeds on the ground were going to turn into premium pasture grass.
Gotta say, this is a pretty ideal superpower for a farming simulator enthusiast.
"w!"
I wanna play too! I wanna play!
The Zorua lying in Natsu’s arms imdiately perked up.
Shearing wool?
That sounded super fun!
Count in!
"w!"
Let’s go! Let’s go!
A blue glow enveloped Natsu, and in the next mont, Teleport activated.
In an instant, Natsu and w arrived ho—just in ti to stumble upon an ongoing tea party.
Ever since Indeedee had arrived, the Pokémon in Natsu’s house had been steadily gaining weight.
There was no helping it—she seed to have awakened so deep-seated passion for feeding others.
And the food she made?
Gotta admit, it tasted pretty good.
Thus, everyone’s weight… well…
"ow?"
Perched on the sofa, an Emolga who had been play-fighting with a Purrloin suddenly froze as it caught sight of w floating beside Natsu.
Wait—why is there another cat here?!
Sure, it could fly, and it wasn’t exactly like a normal cat…
But this was still absolutely, definitely a cat!
Damn it. It’s ti for the farm’s rodents to unite!
We can’t let the cats steal all of Natsu’s attention!
Unaware of Emolga’s internal turmoil, Natsu called out to all the Pokémon in the house, gathering them to introduce w.
The once spacious living room instantly beca crowded, and Natsu’s black pants were quickly covered in various colors of floating fur.
"Everyone, look over here."
Clapping his hands, Natsu drew the attention of all the Pokémon.
The soft murmuring noises imdiately fell silent as countless eyes locked onto him.
"The one beside is Zorua—this is its true form. From now on, everyone should call it ‘w.’"
Ruffling w’s head, Natsu spoke loudly.
Led by Persian, the Pokémon present remained surprisingly calm.
Wasn’t this normal?
Everyone had already known that this Zorua wasn’t exactly… normal.
It’s just that since w never brought it up, and Natsu never said anything, they simply went along with it.
They got along just fine, so what was the point of digging deeper?
What, were they supposed to interrogate it just for fun?
No thanks—what a waste of energy.
So, most Pokémon in the room remained unfazed.
"Caw?!"
At the entrance, Corviknight looked utterly dumbfounded—his entire worldview shattered.
Well, there was one particularly shocked audience mber.
Though Corviknight’s reason for being stunned was different from everyone else’s.
He vaguely recalled a certain moonless night, shrouded in darkness.
That night, he and "Zorua" had secretly stayed up all night watching movies behind Natsu’s back.
One of those movies briefly ntioned an ancient mural depicting the legendary Pokémon w.
Though it was just a passing reference, Corviknight had taken note of it.
After all, so experts claid w was the ancestor of all Pokémon.
At the ti, Corviknight thought, Wait… I’ve got such an incredible ancestor?!
Determined to do so research, he scoured the internet—only to find a lot of repetitive nonsense.
Not very satisfying.
So, his ever-so-"knowledgeable" friend, "Zorua," had generously offered to give him a full, detailed lecture.
Describing in grand detail the mythical existence of w—the apex of mirage Pokémon, the master of all known moves, second only to the god of creation itself.
That night, neither Corviknight nor Zorua got any sleep.
Corviknight couldn’t sleep because soone wouldn’t stop talking.
anwhile, Zorua was simply too energetic—dragging Corviknight into an all-nighter against his will.
For the first ti ever, the night owl Corviknight tasted his own dicine.
By morning, Corviknight felt like he had unlocked the ability to astral project—ready to leave this world behind.
And now you’re telling …
This punk right here is actually w?!
So you were just hyping yourself up all along, huh?
No wonder this guy, who usually doesn’t respect anyone, treated that mythical Pokémon with such reverence.
Quietly squatting at the doorway, Corviknight stared at w with an incredibly complicated expression.
We were supposed to struggle together as nobodies, and now you’ve turned into a legendary Pokémon overnight?
This feeling… it hurts, man.
"w~"
Sensing Corviknight’s resentful gaze, w turned around and flashed a playful smile.
And then—he gave Corviknight a look.
‘9 PM. Sa spot.’
"Caw!"
Got it!
Corviknight nodded in relief.
This familiar vibe…
Yep, still the sa ol’ buddy who stays up all night browsing forums with !
Aside from Corviknight, the most shocked ones were Hisuian Zorua and Togepi.
Wait, wait, wait—you’re telling that my big bro, a totally ordinary little fox (or egg-shaped fairy), is actually a legendary Pokémon?
And not just any legendary Pokémon—the strongest one?!
Wow.
That’s kinda insane.
This totally justifies pulling off even bigger pranks now, right?
The two mischievous ones exchanged glances, imdiately seeing excitent and shared mischief brewing in each other’s eyes.
"Alright, alright. I’m heading off to shear Ampharos and the others."
"If you’re interested, feel free to tag along and help out."
Digging through the storage room, Natsu retrieved the shearing tools before turning back to address the Pokémon still chattering in the living room.
Looking at the pile of highly professional and intricate tools in his hands…
Natsu scratched his head in frustration.
He had no idea how to use them.
Wasn’t there so Pokémon move that could handle shearing?
"Natsu, Natsu! I wanna co too—Roto!"
A Rotom in its smartphone form zipped in excitedly from outside.
Its first video was almost ready—just a bit more polishing, and it would be good to go!
Rotom had already planned out the intro.
By then, it would have Natsu introduce himself and post so platform-specific content accordingly.
For example, on site A-b (YouTube), he’d say he really liked the atmosphere here.
Then, fast-forward to a "Try Not to Laugh Challenge" (crossed out).
When it ca to the internet, Rotom considered itself quite knowledgeable.
'No one understands the internet better than I do.'
"Alright, Rotom, you can co along too," Natsu agreed.
"But be careful—there are so things you're not allowed to record."
Of course, Natsu was aware of Rotom's recent habit of filming everything around the farm.
Many of the Pokémon at the farm had their own aspirations and goals.
For example, Shiny Furret was determined to train hard and beco stronger.
Rotom wanted to stir things up on the internet.
Everyone was searching for sothing they wanted to do.
"Alright, Roto."
Rotom spun around in the air excitedly.
It already knew what could and couldn’t be fild.
For example, Cresselia and w were strictly off-limits.
Ting-Lu could be fild, but Rotom chose not to—unless, of course, people really wanted to see it later.
Natsu and Gardevoir’s Pokéblock workshop was also off-limits.
These were sensitive topics.
For now, Rotom was mostly focusing on filming the farm, revealing bits and pieces to build anticipation.
"Alright, let’s head out."
Grabbing so tools, Natsu casually summoned a Gogoat to ride.
Trailing behind him were Rotom, Persian, Butterfree, and Audino carrying Phione.
Rotom’s goal had already been made clear—gathering video material.
Butterfree, on the other hand, had just been passing by when Natsu roped it into helping out.
Since the farm had stabilized, Butterfree had finally been able to enjoy the peaceful life it had always longed for—essentially, retirent.
No battles, no work, no stress about the future.
Wake up, find sothing to do if you feel like it, scroll through your phone if you don’t.
Eat when you’re hungry, sleep when you’re tired.
This kind of peaceful life could dull one’s ambition, but for Butterfree, it was exactly what it had always wanted.
If you could live comfortably without struggling, why force yourself to strive for more?
Butterfree didn’t get it.
It had only gotten caught by Natsu this ti; otherwise, it would have been taking an afternoon nap by the lake with Gallade.
The two had beco quite good friends, united in their shared pursuit of relaxation.
Persian, anwhile, had just woken up and was looking for sothing to do.
Two nights ago, Corviknight had issued its 811th challenge against Persian... and lost again.
It probably wouldn’t be showing up for a few days.
Ah, the warm sunshine…
Lately, Persian had been feeling sothing strange happening to its body.
It couldn’t quite put it into words, but it could feel itself getting stronger.
Its muscles were subtly reshaping, optimizing for battle.
Its physique was becoming more streamlined.
Its sense of sll and vision had sharpened significantly.
Even its tail—when it struck the ground, it hit with the force of a steel whip.
If an ordinary person got smacked by it, broken bones would be inevitable.
At this point, the only one still treating Persian like a plush toy was Natsu.
In fact, he could still pin Persian down with one hand.
Since it was a kitten, Persian had never been able to defy Natsu.
And then there was Audino, leisurely bringing up the rear.
Unlike the others, Audino was genuinely just taking Phione out for a walk and so fresh air.
Audino believed that children shouldn’t stay cooped up indoors all the ti.
Most Pokémon—unless they had particularly unique personalities—were naturally energetic and curious about the outside world.
Technically, Phione was fully capable of exploring on its own at this point.
But Audino insisted on watching over it for another couple of days.
This was the first newborn Pokémon it had cared for since graduating from the Pokémon Nurse Academy!
It had to give it 100% effort!
Manaphy, anwhile, was perfectly fine with that.
If soone else was willing to watch over its kid, what was there to complain about?
That just ant more ti for fun and relaxation!
"Ampharos, ti for a trim!"
Standing by the fence, Natsu called out to the group of Ampharos lazily munching on berries.
A noticeably larger Ampharos stepped forward from the flock.
Since arriving at the farm, the Ampharos clan had gone through a leadership change.
The new leader was younger, stronger, and had more stamina.
After a peaceful challenge, the leadership had been passed down.
The new Ampharos chief got along well with Natsu and never once demanded extra privileges just for being the leader.
"Amph!"
The chief nuzzled Natsu’s head affectionately before stepping aside and calling out to the Mareep and Flaaffy, urging them to line up for their shearing.
For them, shearing was like shedding a heavy burden.
They always felt much lighter and freer afterward.
"Baa."
"Baa baa baa."
The air filled with the sound of bleating as the flock lined up obediently.
The first Flaaffy plopped down on its rear, back facing Natsu, patiently awaiting its turn.
If it had been soone else, it might have been annoyed at the lack of skill.
But Natsu was different.
For one, his presence was incredibly soothing.
And secondly…
"Alright, here you go."
"Baa~"
Once fully shorn, the Flaaffy stood up and eagerly accepted a Pokéblock from Natsu.
It happily popped the treat into its mouth before trotting off, feeling refreshed.
Ah, Natsu really does hand out treats freely.
Sure, his presence was comforting, but what really won Pokémon over was his generosity.
"Wooloo!"
As soon as one Flaaffy left, the next stepped up.
anwhile, Butterfree used Psychic to carefully gather and organize the wool to keep it from getting in the way.
The line moved slowly but steadily.
At this pace, Natsu would still be working by nightfall.
Thankfully, he had already called in reinforcents.
"Gardevoir, Gallade—please help out."
With a flash of Teleport, the sibling duo appeared beside him.
Natsu let out a relieved sigh.
With their help, this would go much faster.
Gallade and Butterfree exchanged a look of shared suffering.
‘Brother, you got dragged into overti too?’
‘Yeah, man… let’s get through this together.’
Silently accepting the tools, Gallade squatted down and begrudgingly started shearing a nearby Flaaffy.
Unlike Gardevoir, who worked skillfully and efficiently, Gallade’s technique looked more like an interrogation session.
Especially when it felt the judgntal gaze of the Flaaffy it was shearing…
Why am I here?
I should be at the lake, peacefully fishing right now.
"w!"
Nearby, w joyfully chased after a freshly shorn Flaaffy, playfully swinging a brush.
Both w and the Flaaffy seed to be having the ti of their lives.
Unaware of w’s true identity, the Flaaffy was completely at ease.
"Woof woof!"
In the distance, a series of excited barks rang out.
A streak of electric light zipped across the field.
Finally, it skidded to a halt in front of Natsu.
The newly evolved Boltund had arrived.
Ever since evolving, it had finally gained the strength to herd the flock alone.
As an Yamper, it had zero authority—the sheep saw it as a harmless mascot.
So Mareep and Dubwool even used to tease it for fun.
After all, watching a tiny ball of electricity get flustered was hilarious.
But after evolving, Boltund had beco strong enough to command respect.
It was now a proper sheepdog.
"Woof!"
Boltund slid to a stop, bracing its hind legs as it eagerly placed its paws on Natsu’s knees.
It wagged its tail like a propeller, panting excitedly as it nuzzled against Natsu’s face.
It really wanted to lick him.
But it knew Natsu hated getting covered in drool, so it held back.
Rubbing up against him was just as good.
"Alright, Boltund, take a break for now."
"I'll play with you after I finish shearing the wool."
Blocking the overly affectionate Boltund from rubbing all over him, Natsu patted its head.
"Woof!"
With a bark, Boltund obediently sat at Natsu's feet.
Now, with Persian on one side and Boltund on the other, they looked like his personal bodyguards.
As the sky darkened, Natsu finally finished today's work.
"That's a wrap."
Having already taken off his jacket, Natsu wiped the sweat from his forehead.
This kind of repetitive task was pretty dull.
"I'm all done too, Roto!"
Rotom, which had been filming the whole ti, buzzed around excitedly.
Its video was finally ready!
Ti to blow everyone's minds a little.
"Alright, ti for dinner."
Natsu patted the drowsy Persian curled up at his feet and called out to the Pokémon who had worked alongside him all afternoon.
"Gallade!"
Gallade was the first to toss aside his shearing tool.
Finally!
Fishing ti!
…Only to receive a sharp elbow to the ribs from his own sister.
A righteous abdon strike!
Back at ho...
A few minutes before Natsu's return, i—having received his ssage—was already in the kitchen, helping female Indeedee set up dinner.
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