What the Shiny Pidgeotto was pondering could wait. At the mont, Natsu was busy setting up a new nest for Corviknight.
Previously, Corviknight had been living in a second-floor room but sotis slept in a rooftop nest. Back then, sleeping outside was more about enjoying the night breeze and indulging in its dramatic fantasies. Under the deep night sky, it would imagine itself as a being of imnse power with a tragic past, lanting how the world was fundantally flawed.
Of course, the details of these tragic backstories were updated every few days, depending on the ani it had recently watched.
But now, Corviknight had no choice but to live outside.
At its current height, getting through a door was almost impossible. Even if they widened the doorway, there wasn’t a suitable room where Corviknight could comfortably live.
Looks like the plan to build a breeding facility with simulated natural environnts needed to be prioritized.
“Caw, caw!”
Can we put a cushion over there? Corviknight voiced its opinion about the new nest, offering suggestions about its placent and size.
Since the nest was being set in a new location, Natsu enlisted Gardevoir’s help.
As for Gallade?
Natsu had sent it to watch over the flock of Mareep. Until Yamper could fully assu the role of a herding Pokémon, Gallade’s assistance was essential.
Gallade had no complaints about the arrangent. It could relax in the sun and avoid being on the receiving end of its sister’s deathly stares for idling about.
“What a life,” Gallade mused contentedly.
With Gardevoir’s help, Corviknight’s new nest was soon completed.
Corviknight wasn’t entirely satisfied with it, though. If possible, it wanted to decorate its nest with so ga and ani rchandise.
Unfortunately, it was broke.
It was infuriating! How could the farm’s dialogue coach, ambassador, and sole airborne combat unit not even afford a figurine?
This put it at a natural disadvantage during online argunts. It desperately needed to earn so money to buy those collectibles.
But, on this farm, there didn’t seem to be many opportunities to make that happen.
Corviknight fell into deep thought.
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That night, Natsu lay in bed, leaning against his Shiny Furret while texting. His conversation partner had an avatar of a Servine and was listed as i in his contacts.
[i]: Corviknight looks huge after its evolution!
[Natsu]: It eats a lot. Sotis it even cons other Pokémon into giving up their Pokéblocks.
Before i left, they had exchanged contact information and would occasionally chat.
At first, their conversations were formal, mainly discussing Pokéblocks. Natsu would ask about i’s experiences using them, and i would share her feedback, including details about flavor and texture.
Over ti, their discussions extended to life on the farm. Natsu would send i photos, and she would kindly respond with positive comnts.
Gradually, i began to open up, sharing stories from her travels, the Pokémon and people she t, her thoughts on battles, and her future plans.
The two had grown quite familiar with each other.
Though not to the point of complete transparency, they both had a well-rounded understanding of one another, evolving from a surface-level impression to sothing far more vivid and personal.
[i]: Your farm feels livelier every day. That’s so nice!
In her room at the Pokémon Center, i sat at the bedside in loose pajamas, towel-drying her damp hair. Behind her, Servine climbed onto the bed with a hair dryer in its vines, preparing to dry her hair properly.
After i caught it, Servine had taken over the task of hair drying. Though i owned a Tepig, its personality made it ill-suited for such work—it might accidentally singe her hair.
So, Servine handled the job, even more adept now that its vines had grown longer and more agile after evolving.
As i scrolled through the photos Natsu had sent, her eyes sparkled with a hint of envy.
Life on the farm seed so wonderful, surrounded by adorable Pokémon every day.
“If only I could live on a farm too,” she murmured to herself.
Then again, the workload might be overwhelming for her.
“Still, Natsu is amazing,” i said softly.
Managing the farm seed exhausting even in her imagination. While she loved the idea of a peaceful and relaxing life, running a farm required an entirely different level of effort.
It reminded her of a saying:
“Occasionally visiting the countryside feels romantic, but for those living there, it’s all about the harvest.”
i felt that Natsu was incredible. Despite being her age, he had transford an abandoned farm into what it was today.
Even his skills as a trainer seed on par with, if not better than, a city gym leader’s.
Whether in terms of work ethic or strength, Natsu truly impressed her.
The phone chid, and a new ssage popped up.
[Natsu]: Co visit when you have ti.
[Natsu]: Oh, and bring back Bounsweet. The group here misses it.
Reading the ssage, i smiled faintly.
[i]: Sure! But will you give a discount on Pokéblocks?
[Natsu]: I’ll try?
[i]: Why does that sound uncertain?
[Natsu]: It’s a long story. Hard to explain over text.
[i]: Then don’t bother explaining, thanks.
[Natsu]: (Psyduck tilting head)
[i]: Stop stealing my reaction images!
In the quiet night, the glow of their phones illuminated two smiling faces in separate places.
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