"Servine, this is where we'll be staying for a while," i said, pulling her small suitcase and looking at the farm before her with a mix of nostalgia and surprise.
It hadn’t been that long since she’d left, yet the farm seed to have undergone significant changes. Even from this distance, she could spot Wooloo and Mareep leisurely wandering around.
Overhead, a shiny golden Pidgeotto soared, leading a flock of Pidgey and other Pidgeotto.
The last ti i had visited, the Mightyena family was just the parents and three rambunctious Poochyena pups. Now, the pups had all grown into Mightyena themselves, with two clearly inheriting their father’s chaotic, husky-like deanor.
"Hmph."
The Servine at i's feet crossed its arms, wearing a sullen expression. Ever since its loss during a gym battle, it had been sulking.
It wasn't just the loss that stung—it was also realizing that the carefully crafted taunts it had prepared for the enemy were ineffective.
To be fair, i had always shielded her Servine from harsh realities. As a result, it had little experience with biting cobacks. Its attempts at "trash talk" were more like harmless remarks compared to the razor-sharp retorts of Pokémon like Corviknight.
This realization had fueled Servine's resolve. It was determined to seek out that foul-mouthed "junkyard bird" for guidance.
Not that it liked the bird or anything—this was purely a practical decision. For the ti being, it begrudgingly decided to view Corviknight as a fellow Pokémon rather than the annoyance it usually considered it.
"Let call Natsu and let him know we've arrived," i said, pulling out her phone with a sly smile.
She ssaged Natsu every day, so by all logic, he should’ve known she was coming today. However, i had kept her actual arrival date a secret, planning to surprise him.
"Hmph," Servine huffed, choosing not to comnt on her antics.
The call connected, but before i could hear Natsu's voice, a peculiar ringtone echoed nearby.
"Ribbit-ribbit-ribbit…"
A bizarre, almost comically absurd sound rang out. Looking up, i saw Natsu standing right in front of her, with a Slowking by his side.
"Natsu!"
"Long ti no see, i."
"Can’t you please change that ringtone?" i asked, exasperation evident in her tone.
She had wanted to complain about it for ages. The "music" wasn’t music at all—it sounded like a frog being pumled.
For all his qualities, i found Natsu’s taste in certain things—like his ringtone and even his fashion choices—utterly baffling.
"Let’s move on from the ringtone topic," Natsu said, swiftly deflecting.
"You’re not even letting start, huh?" i sighed, realizing there was no point in pressing the matter.
"This is Slowking," Natsu introduced, gesturing to the Pokémon beside him. "i, et our farm’s new overseer. During training sessions, Slowking will be helping out."
"Slowking," i greeted politely, her thoughts spinning. Was this the sa Slowpoke she’d seen lounging by the lake last ti?
'Good day, Miss i. I’m the boss’s newest underling,' a voice suddenly echoed in i’s mind, startling her.
"Huh?" i froze for a mont before responding, "Ah, hello, Slowking. I look forward to working with you!"
She quickly masked her surprise. When did this Slowpoke evolve? And since when could it use telepathy?
More importantly, underling? Why did that sound like sothing out of a mafia movie?
i had heard plenty of stories about the farm from Natsu during their nightly chats. She felt like she was playing a "cloud farming" ga, enjoying the vicarious experience of managing a farm while traveling.
But this Slowking seed… extraordinary. Telepathy and Teleport? That sounded a bit too overpowered for a Slowking.
Before i could dwell on it further, Natsu spoke.
"Co on, I’ll show you to your room," he offered, hesitating slightly before reaching out for her suitcase. Wasn’t it standard for guys to help with this sort of thing?
Not having much experience in relationships, Natsu’s knowledge mostly ca from online advice—which, as everyone knows, often ranges from terrible to downright ridiculous.
"Ah, thank you," i said after a mont’s hesitation, handing over the suitcase.
She wasn’t one to fuss about these things, but since Natsu had offered, it wouldn’t be polite to refuse.
As the two walked ahead, chatting and laughing, Servine and Slowking trailed behind them.
"Slow," Slowking mused. "Ah, youth. Such a sweet ti in life. Is this what young love looks like?"
For soone who had only recently evolved, Slowking sure sounded like an old soul.
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