Fu Gakuji, dressed in formal attire, waited at the entrance of the farm. As the newly appointed mayor, he had a lot on his plate.
Yet, at this mont, he showed no impatience, simply standing there quietly.
In this world, strength ultimately dictated everything.
A person capable of defeating a Legendary Pokémon—setting aside age—was akin to those powerful, reclusive masters often depicted in novels. Though Natsu usually carried himself with an easygoing deanor, that didn’t an he was genuinely mild-tempered.
Having taken over as mayor at his age, Fu Gakuji prided himself on his sharp instincts.
Even disregarding matters of strength, who in their right mind would go around making unnecessary enemies?
“Mayor Gakuji, good morning.”
A flash of blue light signaled Natsu’s arrival at the farm’s entrance, accompanied by Slowking.
Don’t ask how Slowking learned Teleport.
w taught it.
Seeing Natsu’s youthful face, Fu Gakuji couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.
Young and handso. Incredibly powerful.
Single-handedly reviving an abandoned farm.
Even after defeating a Legendary Pokémon, he showed no hint of arrogance—remaining as steady and composed as ever.
A young success—if that phrase applied to anyone, it was undoubtedly soone like him.
Compared to Natsu, Gakuji couldn’t help but feel a bit… unaccomplished.
As Fu Gakuji sized up Natsu, Natsu was also observing him.
A mayor under thirty?
Promotions really move this fast nowadays.
Natsu vaguely rembered that the title "mayor" often sounded down-to-earth. In many ani, mayors were usually depicted as laid-back neighborhood elders with nothing much to do.
But in reality, mayors weren’t like that.
For most ordinary people, becoming a mayor was already the highest rank they could reach.
And most of them were middle-aged.
This was the first ti Natsu had ever seen a mayor as young as Fu Gakuji.
Another young success.
If it were him… he probably wouldn’t be able to pull it off.
Both Natsu and Fu Gakuji shared a silent mont of admiration for each other.
“Natsu, we et again.”
“This ti, I have so matters I’d like to discuss with you.”
Gathering his thoughts, Fu Gakuji smiled as he spoke.
The real purpose of his visit was to further strengthen his ties with Natsu.
Just having soone of this caliber living in town was a source of security.
Anyone with half a brain would try to keep him around.
Gakuji knew full well that Natsu’s stage would never be limited to this small town.
Soday, he would step onto a far greater stage and showcase his strength to the world.
For now, all Fu Gakuji could do was leave a good impression.
“That’s more or less the situation.”
Gakuji briefly explained his purpose.
In short, the town planned to improve the roads and enhance transportation infrastructure.
A few wider roads would be built leading to Natsu’s farm, so he ca in advance to inform him.
It would be troubleso if the construction accidentally disturbed the Pokémon living on the farm.
Fu Gakuji didn’t think the construction crews—those rowdy types who liked to throw their weight around—would stand a chance against Natsu’s Pokémon.
In fact, deep down, he wouldn’t mind seeing those troublemakers get a lesson.
But it was best to avoid unnecessary incidents.
Another thing—plans were in place to build a new battle facility.
It might be located not far from the farm.
Strictly speaking, it wouldn’t just be a battle facility—many new public projects were already in the works.
They just hadn’t been finalized yet.
Gakuji also wanted to hear Natsu’s thoughts on it.
For so reason, this felt a bit humbling.
Scratching his head, Fu Gakuji quickly dismissed the thought.
What a joke—these would all be his accomplishnts in the future.
During his tenure, he would significantly improve road infrastructure and construct nurous public facilities.
If the higher-ups had money to give, why not take it?
And if they didn’t?
Well, they could always try negotiating with Natsu—the guy who defeated a Legendary Pokémon.
These days, even getting things done required checking whether the town had the budget.
Finally, a good reason to get so funding—better make the most of it.
“I have no objections.”
Natsu wasn’t too familiar with these matters.
But since Fu Gakuji had it figured out, he had no reason to disagree.
Let the professionals handle professional matters.
No need for him to give unnecessary opinions.
That was how Natsu saw it.
The real reason he agreed so readily, though, was because Slowking had been nodding approvingly the whole ti.
Compared to Slowking, Natsu sotis felt like his own brain was a cheap toy cara from twenty years ago, while Slowking’s was the most advanced, cutting-edge model.
It worked, but it was nowhere near as good.
Since Slowking saw no issues, Natsu naturally had no objections.
From today onward, Slowking is officially my external brain.
Stealing a glance at Slowking, Natsu made up his mind.
And at that mont, Slowking...
“Yadon.”
Today’s brain activity had reached its limit.
Ti for a break.
With that, Slowking silently removed the Shellder from its head and entered a complete ntal shutdown.
In this state, Slowking’s IQ could probably rival an empty soda can on the street.
“Yadon~”
Its gaze grew unfocused, each eye looking in a different direction.
Drool—symbolizing its imnse wisdom—began to trickle from the corner of its mouth.
Ah, what a nice day~
Natsu quickly looked away.
Yeah… he should probably rely on his own brain a bit more.
Whoever heard of an external brain that just goes on strike?
“And finally, there’s one last thing…”
As Fu Gakuji spoke, his voice gradually faded.
It was like a duck getting its neck squeezed.
His expression turned blank—mirroring Slowking’s.
“What’s wrong, Mayor Gakuji?”
Natsu looked at him in confusion.
The next second, he understood why.
“Woo!”
I told you not to follow !
A very irritated Cresselia flew ahead.
“Phi, Phi!”
A curious Phione trailed closely behind.
Chansey had ntioned that Cresselia could grant beautiful dreams and that its feathers possessed mysterious abilities.
Phione was very curious about this.
“Manaa~”
Behind Phione, a Manaphy with a smug grin followed leisurely.
That’s what you get for stealing my snacks today.
Annoying, isn’t it?
Just like that, three Legendary Pokémon casually strolled past Natsu.
As they passed, they even greeted him one by one.
Manaphy, ever the mischievous one, even rummaged through Natsu’s pocket in search of snacks.
Unfortunately, he hadn’t brought any today.
All that was in his coat… was cat fur.
It was from Purrloin.
For so reason, that little rascal loved his clothes.
It didn’t like sleeping with him, but it loved napping on his clothes—preferably the ones he had already worn, still carrying his scent.
So sotis, Natsu would leave his clothes on the couch.
After a while, he would find them covered in fur.
Purrloin liked to show him all the bizarre sleeping positions a soft cat could manage.
Much cuter than Persian.
Ever since evolving, Persian always looked grumpy—like soone owed it money.
So cats just had a naturally grumpy-looking face.
“Mayor Gakuji?”
After seeing off the three restless troublemakers, Natsu turned back to Fu Gakuji—only to find his brain completely fried.
Right now, his mind was like a warzone after a bomb had gone off.
All he could think about was—Three Legendaries?!
Because school textbooks covered so of the more human-friendly Legendary Pokémon, it hadn’t taken him long to recognize Cresselia and the others.
Wait… no, it was five.
Suddenly, Fu Gakuji rembered the small green Pokémon from Natsu’s battle with Ting-Lu.
That was a Mythical Pokémon.
And then there was Ting-Lu itself, which Natsu had already captured.
So all of a sudden… Natsu had five Legendary Pokémon?!
Sir… are you the Legendary Pokémon Guy?!
Gakuji opened his mouth, wanting to say sothing.
But his throat was too dry—his voice caught in his throat.
Even though Cresselia and the others seed friendly, even gentle…
He knew what Legendary Pokémon were.
No exaggeration—any Legendary Pokémon with ill intent toward humans was a walking catastrophe.
Even the three “dumb birds” that people often joked about online weren’t an exception.
That was precisely why schools taught about Legendary Pokémon—to prevent so clueless fool from accidentally offending one and triggering disaster.
And history had proven… it had happened before.
“You alright?”
“Ahem… I’m fine. Just… a little shocked.”
His voice was hoarse as he let out an awkward chuckle.
He had already tried to set his expectations high for Natsu.
But now, Fu Gakuji realized—he had still underestimated him.
This… this was completely beyond the scope of what a town mayor should even be dealing with.
Of course, Gakuji understood that not all of these Legendary Pokémon were necessarily captured by Natsu. So might simply be friends.
But when it ca to Legendary Pokémon, was there really a difference between gaining their friendship and capturing them?
Even if they weren’t officially caught, that didn’t stop Natsu from asking them to battle or assist him when needed.
No matter how he looked at it, having the friendship of five Legendary Pokémon ant that Natsu effectively had the power of five Legendary Pokémon.
“About that last thing you wanted to discuss…”
Seeing that Gakuji had finally snapped out of his daze, Natsu tactfully steered the conversation back on track.
He had no interest in lingering on the previous topic.
Sothing about it just felt… off.
“Ah, right. Here’s the situation.”
“Given Lienshan Town’s location and its relationship with neighboring towns…”
“The county is considering setting up a new site for distributing starter Pokémon to rookie trainers.”
Typically, these matters were handled directly by governnt-affiliated breeding facilities.
Or, at the very least, by established partner organizations.
But Natsu’s farm was a unique case.
For one, this area was fairly remote, making trips to the county rather inconvenient.
And secondly—though it wasn’t explicitly stated—Natsu’s presence played a major role in this decision.
“I see.”
Natsu nodded in understanding.
This wasn’t sothing that particularly interested him.
It sounded like a lot of effort with little reward.
At least, that was how Natsu saw it.
He already had his hands full managing the little troublemakers on his farm.
And now they expected him to take care of an additional batch of excited rookie trainers every year?
What a joke.
After so polite conversation, Fu Gakuji finally left the farm—his steps a little stiff as he walked away.
Arceus only knew what was going through his mind right now.
Initially, Fu Gakuji had even considered suggesting that Natsu beco a Gym Leader or sothing similar.
But now?
Yeah… no. Forget it.
Every other Gym out there had normal Pokémon.
anwhile, at Natsu’s Gym…
"Since you’ve chosen the path of a trainer, it’s ti for you to challenge a Legendary Pokémon!"
Then, he’d throw out a row of Poké Balls.
“This is Ting-Lu, this is Cresselia, this is Manaphy, this is Ogerpon.”
"Co on, kid, pick your opponent."
…That was an image too wild to even imagine.
As he silently got into his car, Fu Gakuji felt his already battered worldview shatter just a little more.
At first, he had thought that defeating a Legendary Pokémon at 19 was already absurd enough.
But now, Natsu had sohow beco The Legendary Pokémon Guy?!
At this point, it wasn’t even about strength anymore.
Many people could go their entire lives without ever encountering a Legendary Pokémon.
Even those who did might only catch a glimpse—no chance for actual interaction.
And even if they did interact, what, did they think all Legendary Pokémon were friendly?
Just making it out alive was considered lucky.
“Well… this isn’t so bad.”
Suddenly, Gakuji chuckled to himself.
In a way, this was actually a good thing.
There was no conflict here.
Natsu had a calm and steady personality, and Fu Gakuji had no intention of ever being on bad terms with him.
Yeah… this was just fine.
That being said…
Glancing at his phone, Gakuji noticed a ssage from Natsu.
Before leaving, they had exchanged contact information.
He had assud it was just a courtesy, but unexpectedly, Natsu actually ssaged him for a brief chat.
One topic stood out—Natsu ntioned a Legendary Pokémon in his farm, a certain Ogerpon.
The way he phrased it suggested that sothing was coming up soon.
That was sothing to keep an eye on.
Previously, Natsu had said that Ogerpon was a kind-hearted Pokémon, completely different from the folklore surrounding it.
Gakuji wasn’t sure about the details just yet.
But it wasn’t hard to imagine that myths and reality wouldn’t always align.
That kind of thing happened all the ti.
Back at the Farm…
After Fu Gakuji left, Natsu dragged a still-brain-dead Slowking back toward the farm.
This guy was like a giant lump of solid at—heavy as hell.
If it weren’t for the fact that Natsu was physically stronger than most Pokémon, he might not have been able to drag Slowking at all.
“You—put this back on already!”
Snatching the Shellder out of Slowking’s hands, Natsu shoved it back onto the Pokémon’s head.
“Yadon.”
With the Shellder back in place, Slowking’s eyes imdiately regained their clarity.
Clearly, he was back to normal.
Seeing Natsu walking ahead, he quickly caught up.
Just as he was about to say sothing, a sharp cry rang out from above.
“Piiiiiidge—!”
A massive golden bird shot into the sky like an arrow.
Its shimring feathers glead under the sunlight, as if sculpted from pure gold.
Then, at its highest point, Pidgeotto’s entire body was engulfed in a dazzling white light.
“It’s evolving.”
“Slowking, take over there.”
Seeing Pidgeotto begin its evolution, Natsu’s face lit up with excitent.
Finally—this guy was finally evolving.
“Yadon.”
Hands clasped behind its back, Slowking nodded.
With a flash of blue light, both of them vanished from sight.
High above the farm, the glow of evolution slowly faded.
And a magnificent golden Pidgeot soared across the sky.
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