After successfully capturing the Mightyena paatsume quickly released them from their Poké Balls.
From the very beginning, Natsume had no iion of keeping Pokémon fined in their Poké Balls for extended periods. Even if he became a full-fledged Trainer, he po maintain this principle.
To Natsume, Poké Balls were akin to pet carriers for cats.
No matter how fortable the carrier, it was still a form of restri. Its primary use should be for venien cities or during special circumstances requiring transport.
A green glow radiated from Natsume's palm, spreading like a gentle spring raihe injured Pokémon. Their wounds healed rapidly, leaving no trace of their previous injuries.
“All right, I’m ting on you to patrol the farm from now on.”
He patted the Mightyena father on the head while pulling out a roll of masking tape. Carefully, he beled each Poké Ball and recorded whion it correspoo.
Natsume casually referred to his healing power as the “Power of Viridian.”
The name wasn’t particurly creative, but Natsume found it fitting given its versatile nature. Terms like “Aura” or “Overpower” didn’t quite resoh him, so he borrowed the name directly.
“By tomorrow, the farm's renovations should begin,” Natsume said, tinuing tanize his thoughts. “I’m pnning to have Sandshrew till the soil for repnting. Ohe fields are ready, they’ll also bee part of your patrol routes.”
After finishing the beling, Natsume stuffed all the Poké Balls into his bag. He po set up a dedicated room for st them ter. Given the number of Pokémon he expected to capture, it seemed like a necessary step.
“Woof!”
The Mightyena father had grown much more attached to Natsume after being captured.
In faatsume naturally exuded a warm and approachable aura. Most Pokémon found it hard to resist getting close to him.
Between this natural charm and the bond formed through capture, the Mightyena father now looked at Natsume with genuine affe.
When Natsume scratched his head, the Mightyena’s tail instinctively rose, swaying slightly.
If it weren’t for the judging stares from his mate and pups, his tail might have been wagging like a helicopter rotor by now.
“Grr...”
Oher side, the Ursaring family had also developed a favorable opinion of Natsume, though this affe extended solely to him.
They still harbored no goodwill toward the Mightyena pack or the Persian who had thhly humiliated them earlier.
The Teddiursa pups huddled together, whispering among themselves. Occasionally, they would g Natsume and then at the Mightyena family.
Meanwhile, the Ursaring leader remained calm, patiently awaiting further instrus from Natsume.
“Ursaring.”
Turning his attention to the Ursaring family, Natsume id out a simple pn for them.
Given their nature, they were a perfect fit for treasure hunting.
The farm still had unexplored areas, aing the Ursaring family roam freely might even uncover hidden surprises.
After expining his idea, the Ursaring leader nodded decisively.
This arra worked perfectly, especially since his hyperactive pups were always brimming with energy.
Left unsupervised, they iably caused trouble. Today’s flict had started because oeddiursa had wandered off and actally knocked over a Pooa, igniting the csh betweewo groups.
Gng at his mischievous pups, the Ursaring leader sighed in mild exasperation.
“I’m ting on you all, then.”
Standing at the forest’s edge, Natsume waved goodbye to the Pokémon as they saw him off.
Before leaving, he iated a territorial boundary between the Ursaring and Mightyena families.
Both sides seemed satisfied with the arra.
Of course, with both groups now under Natsume’s and, territorial disputes held little meaning.
Still, Mightyena Pokémon were known for their stroorial instincts, so a promise seemed necessary.
“, let’s check out the small ke.”
Natsume envisioned dividing the farm into several distinct zones iure:
Residential Area: For everyday activities and Pokémon iions.
Produ Zone: Reserved for pnting and farming.
Recreation Area: Equipped with fishing spots and py facilities.
He also wao establish a Ranch Zone and a Daycare Facility for Pokémon breeding and care.
Yes, Natsume po expand his humble farm into a prehensive ranch.
He didn’t just want to raise Pokémon like Miltank or bee, which produced valuable goods.
He dreamed of managiire Pokémon unities and running a daycare.
After all, in this world, who would settle for just farming?
Even if he didn’t pursue the life of a Pokémon Trainer, he wao stay ected to Pokémon in some meaningful way.
Being a rancher sounded perfe.
For now, though, those ambitions were far off.
His immediate priority was fixing up the farm.
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By afternoon, Natsume had explored the keside.
The small artificial ke wasn’t teeming with Pokémon, but there were some familiar species.
Magikarp and Feebas were abundant, along with solitary Pokémon like Lotad, Wooper, and Poliwag.
They teo form small clusters of two or three.
On a side note, Natsume wao address a isception:
Many people believed Feebas were as rare as their evolved form, Milotic.
Iy, Feebas, like Magikarp, were hardy Pokémon found in many pces.
While not as widespread as Magikarp, they were far from rare.
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“Thanks for your hard work, Sandshrew.”
On his way baatsume entered Sandshrew, who had just finished w in the fields.
Knowing that Ground-type Pokémon disliked wet enviros, Natsume had sent Sandshrew to till the fields instead of apanying him to the ke.
For Sandshrew, digging in the soil was far more appealing than standing idly by the water.
Ground-types were naturally drawn to burrowing, just as Water-types gravitated toward wet areas.
“Sand~”
Seeing Natsume, Sandshrew waved its dirt-covered cws enthusiastically.
It seemed to be in high spirits after spending the afternoon digging.
As Sandshrew prepared to run over and show off its work, a small Pokémon suddenly darted out and blocked its path.
“Mimi!”
“A Mino?”
Natsume blinked in surprise at the petite gray Pokémon.
Then it hit him—this wasn’t unusual at all.
Mino and its evolution, o, were notorious freaks among Pokémon.
Their obsession with liness was extreme.
They couldn’t resist rushing to anything dirty, even if it meaing themselves filthy in the process.
There were even cases where a Mino, attempting to a dirty Poké Ball, actally got itself caught.
“Mimimi!”
The Mino ignored Natsume entirely, squeaking furiously at Sandshrew.
It looked like it was ready to pound scrub Sandshrew .
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