Pokémon: Farm Story

After successfully capturing the Pokémon, Natsume took the shiny Furret on a tour around the farm, introducing it to the other Pokémon living there.

This was part of his daily farm inspection.

Although it was a time-consuming and labor-intensive task, it had become a necessary daily routine during the farm's early days.

At least until he caught a powerful Psychic-type Pokémon or a Rotom, this work had to be done by him personally.

Powerful Psychic-types typically have high intelligence and can use their psychic abilities to sense and monitor the entire farm. This would allow them to assist Natsume in managing all areas of the property.

As for Rotom, it was even more indispensable. In the modern era, it's one of the most sought-after Pokémon, not for its combat abilities but for its utility, making it essential for large enterprises.

The same goes for Porygon.

However, since the family business is farming, Natsume prioritized getting a Rotom for now. Porygon could wait.

Huh?

You're wondering if Natsume has enough machinery on the farm for Rotom to possess?

Heh, welcome to the age of modern tech farms, kid.

"Woof!"

At the edge of the farm, the Mightyena father. excitedly nuzzled Natsume's hand, its tail wagging like a helicopter rotor.

It completely ignored the disdainful looks from its mate and pup.

Seriously, you're competing with your own kid for attention?

To this, Mightyena. smugly replied: Can't hear you~

After thoroughly ruffling their head, Natsume left enough Pokéblocks to last the Mightyena family three days.

Though he had repeatedly invited them to hang out near his residence, they still preferred their secluded spot at the farm's edge, spending most of their days either patrolling or sunbathing.

The Ursaring family nearby had a similar lifestyle.

Unlike the close-knit Mightyena family, the Ursaring clan resembled a treasure-hunting squad that spread out across the farm.

You could find Teddiursa in all sorts of unexpected places.

Just this morning, while washing up, Natsume found a Teddiursa rummaging through his bathroom cabinet, its rear sticking out.

He eventually hauled it out, gave it a few light taps, and left the rest to be scolded by the unimpressed Buneary.

Judging by the little bear's goofy grin and wagging tongue, though, it clearly wasn't listening.

Natsume could only sigh.

After all, most Pokémon have childlike intelligence.

And children, by nature, tend to be rebellious.

Scolding rarely works.

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"These are for me?"

Natsume stood in surprise before a large tree hollow.

The Ursaring family had settled in the farm's orchard, choosing a spacious hollow as their home.

Inside, treasures they had scavenged from the farm were piled high.

Seeing Natsume arrive, Ursaring pushed out a collection of items they had clearly prepared for him beforehand.

These were things they believed Natsume would like.

"Thank you, Ursaring."

Patting its smooth fur, Natsume left plenty of Pokéblocks as usual.

Unlike the overly enthusiastic Mightyena father., Ursaring maintained a reserved demeanor, only gently rubbing Natsume's hand.

"Teddiursa!"

Nearby, a few Teddiursa jumped up and down, eager to show their contributions.

We worked hard too! Pet us!

Chuckling, Natsume patted each little bear's head in turn.

Energized by their "reward," the Teddiursa bounced off like children at a sports festival, brimming with energy and ready to continue their treasure hunt.

Feeling a bit embarrassed, Ursaring glanced at Natsume, as if apologizing for its kids' behavior.

Reassuring the Pokémon with a few more pats, Natsume gathered the gifts and started inspecting them on his way back.

"Let's see here."

"A Clefairy plushie, practically new."

"A can of unused repel? Not sure how useful this'll be."

"Is this… a Moon Stone? How'd they even find something like this on the farm?"

Most of the Ursaring family's gifts were berries, though occasionally, there'd be more unique items.

The plushie and Moon Stone were nice finds, but the repel…

It just felt odd using it on a farm.

For now, he'd set it aside—who knows, it might come in handy someday.

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"Bzzzt."

Butterfree's blue eyes glowed softly as it used Psychic to carry the berries and plushie, easing Natsume's load.

"Furret?"

Following at Natsume's side, Furret tilted its head curiously.

There are so many companions on this farm, and they all seem nice.

And none of them give me weird looks.

Except that Mightyena—it seems a bit… slow?

After circling the farm and checking the construction team's progress, Natsume headed home to drop off his haul.

With Meowstic supervising the workers, there shouldn't be any major issues.

While he didn't think the forewoman was the type to slack off, you could never be too sure these days.

As he reached his doorstep, he spotted a Delibird with a small satchel, holding up a card and repeatedly nodding and lowering its head, seemingly verifying something.

"Hello, are you delivering something?"

Natsume approached quickly.

He'd ordered a batch of materials and equipment for crafting Pokéblocks online recently, so the Delibird was likely delivering those.

"Delibird!"

The Pokémon perked up upon seeing him.

"Delibird! Delibird!"

Where have you been? I've been searching for you forever! Knocked on the door, no response!

And that weirdo bird on the second floor just stared at me, muttering who-knows-what like some kind of creep.

Pulling out a clipboard from its uniform, Delibird presented it to Natsume while grumbling.

At the same time, it efficiently pulled a package from its seemingly endless satchel—a box much larger than its bag.

"Sorry, sorry, I was out patrolling the farm."

"I'll make sure to give that Corvisquire a talking-to later."

Signing his name on the receipt, Natsume took the package and apologized sincerely.

Waving dismissively, Delibird flapped its wings and flew off to its next destination.

Halfway through the flight, it paused.

Wait… can that human understand me?

The realization that all its complaints might have been perfectly understood left Delibird mortified.

This… must be what they call dying inside.

Another day, another social blunder.

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