The room Natsu prepared for i was on the second floor of the new house. Natsu himself usually stayed on the second floor, while the first floor was mostly reserved for the Pokémon on the farm to use as a lounge and recreation area.
There was a playroom for Togepi, a screening room for Corviknight and Butterfree, and so on. Natsu had even thought about setting up an esports room in the future if more Pokémon joined the farm.
After all, while he wasn’t good at gaming himself, he figured that with so many Pokémon around, at least one of them had to be skilled.
Yes, Natsu’s gaming skills were quite poor.
His level of proficiency was such that even a Golem might outperform him in understanding the chanics. Gaming, like many things, required a certain degree of talent.
If the average person’s talent level was a 10, and professional players were at 60 and above, Natsu’s talent hovered sowhere around a 5. He had long since given up on making any notable progress in gaming and now just played casually to relax.
After all, wasn’t that the whole point of gaming? If you obsessed over ranks and stats, wouldn’t that strip the activity of its original purpose? Or so Natsu, the subpar gar, liked to reason.
“Wow, this room is huge!”
“Thank you so much, Natsu.”
i’s eyes lit up as she saw her new room.
As a novice Trainer, i was already used to roughing it out in the wild—sleeping in a cramped tent was an everyday affair. Only those Trainers who had already made a na for themselves could afford the luxury of staying in grand hotels and enjoying a life of comfort.
New Trainers, in contrast, would spend most of their ti camping out in the wilderness, catching Pokémon, and honing their skills. This was said to cultivate both ntal and physical resilience.
Well, at least that’s how the story went. Whether or not this claim had any basis was debatable, but it served as a convenient justification.
It was not unlike how middle school teachers would tell students, “This topic will be covered in high school,” and high school teachers would say, “You should have learned this in middle school.” They didn’t know for sure whether anyone would actually teach it but said it anyway to save themselves the trouble.
Returning to the topic, while i had grown accustod to sleeping in tiny tents, no one would ever turn down a larger room if given the choice—especially one so clean and cozy.
Thanks to the diligent efforts of Cinccino and Loppuny, the guest room was in excellent condition. In anticipation of i’s arrival, they had gone the extra mile to ensure everything was spotless, even replacing the bedsheets and blankets with fresh ones.
Incidentally, Natsu had already decided to permanently give i this guest room. If another guest room was needed in the future, they could simply clean and prepare another space. After all, land was one thing the farm had in abundance.
“No need to thank . As long as you like it,” Natsu replied with a wave and a smile.
When setting up the room, Natsu had done his research, reading countless online posts for inspiration. After all, he knew nothing about decorating a girl’s room.
In terms of understanding romance and girls, Natsu was about on par with Ash Ketchum.
He had put a lot of thought into the room’s design, but in the end, it turned out fairly basic. Natsu figured it was better this way—he left room for i to decorate the space as she saw fit after moving in.
After helping i unpack, Natsu took her on a tour of the farm. Although they had talked about doing special training, there was no rush. It was better to take the first day to relax and unwind after her long journey.
Even if i insisted on starting right away, Natsu would have found a way to convince her to rest for the day.
As they unpacked, i released her three other Pokémon from their Poké Balls.
“Tepig, Dewott, don’t wander too far,” she cautioned.
She didn’t add the part about them getting into trouble, but i was acutely aware that few Pokémon on this farm were what one might call "normal."
Take Corviknight, for instance. Since evolving, it had developed a fondness for sparring with weaker opponents, relishing the thrill of overpowering them.
Then there was the previously adorable shiny Furret, which had turned into a training fanatic. If it encountered a new Pokémon, it might very well issue a challenge and go all out in battle.
As for Steenee, it imdiately dashed off to reunite with its old tribe. i could understand the feeling—it was only natural to miss one’s family after being away for so long.
Of course, there was also the possibility that Steenee just wanted to show off its newfound strength. After all, it had long noticed how the rest of its tribe had grown complacent, enjoying a laid-back life on the farm—eating, sleeping, and occasionally providing juice for Natsu.
That kind of life wasn’t for Steenee. It had always felt there was sothing off about it, which is why it had decisively left with i in the first place.
Now, three months later, it was ti for the Dragon King’s triumphant return!
Smirking arrogantly, Steenee radiated an air of dominance, as if ready to unleash a barrage of dramatic cobacks and commands.
anwhile, Dewott had found its own target.
“Hmm?”
It locked eyes with Gallade, who was leisurely fishing by the lake.
This guy is strong.
Dewott could sense the aura of a fellow swordsman emanating from Gallade.
My blades are itching for a fight.
However, rembering i’s insistence on a day of rest, Dewott reluctantly suppressed its excitent. Tomorrow, it thought. Tomorrow, I’ll challenge that Gallade.
As for Tepig, it had no imdiate goals—there weren’t any strong Fire-type Pokémon on the farm for it to seek out.
“This area will be designated as the pasture in the future,” Natsu explained as they strolled.
“Right now, the Mightyena family and Yamper help manage it, with Gallade occasionally pitching in.”
Although i had already learned about the farm through Natsu’s descriptions and photos, seeing it in person was an entirely different experience.
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That night, i lay in her soft bed, hugging her Servine as she tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
“Servine...”
Servine stretched out its tiny arms, pushing against i’s face in irritation, its displeasure written all over its face.
“Ah, sorry, Servine,” i said sheepishly. “We need to get so sleep. Training starts tomorrow.”
“Servine...”
Then let go already!
And so, i’s first night on the farm quietly ca to an end.
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