On the farm's battle arena, Corvisquire was locked in bat with a Pokémon belonging to a young trainer from the nearby town.

  After the initial buzz surrounding Natsume’s farm subsided, life gradually returo its peaceful daily routine. Now, only a handful of trainers who had already po travel through this area stopped by for casual challenges and to restock their supply of Pokéblocks.

  The farm’s Pokémon participated in battles purely out of i. If they wao fight, they joined; if not, they stayed away. Most of the time, a Mightyena would inform Natsume if someone came to challenge, and Natsume would rey the message to Pokémon ied in participating.

  The top three Pokémon with the most battles were the shiny Furret, Corvisquire, and Gardevoir.

  Yes, Gardevoir often joined battles as well.

  In trast, her older bralde wasn’t particurly fond of fighting—especially these seemingly meaningless skirmishes. If Gardevoir hadn’t joihe farm ter thahers, she would likely hold the record for the most battles.

  Additionally, after arriving on the farm, Gardevoir secretly picked up a trick from Zorua: the "Farmer’s Triple Punch." When faced with an oppo she didn’t like, she unleashed a seamless bo of status-redug moves followed by a barrage of Fire Punch, Ice Punch, and Thunder Punch to grind down her oppo.

  It was unclear if this devious streak art of Gardevoir's personality or if she’d picked up bad habits from others on the farm. After all, the farm was home to many mischievous troublemakers.

  Natsume wao cim they were all well-behaved, but even he couldn't say that with a straight face.

  At the edge of the battle arena, Gardevoir was currently watg Corvisquire’s fight while apanying her younger siblings. She inally po use the match to teach them battle strategies.

  However, after a while, Gardevoir realized she might have made a mistake.

  Why does this bird talk so much?!

  “Caw, caw, caw!”

  Corvisquire fpped through the air, chattering incessantly.

  To the opposing Gloom, Corvisquire’s endless banter was more damaging than the physical attacks.

  This was no longer a Pokémon battle—it ersonal harassment!

  Enduring the pain from its wounds, Gloom inhaled deeply, its mouth puffing up before firing a flurry of glowing seeds.

  Bullet Seed!

  The seeds, sharp and fast, shot at Corvisquire like a mae gun firing at an airpne.

  Corvisquire dodged gracefully, carving elegant ar the air. At the same time, it unleashed multiple Air Sshes, eae slig through the air tloom.

  Dark blue wings glowed as Corvisquire dived.

  “Caw!”

  Aerial Ace!

  Cry for your weakness!

  Laughing maniacally, Corvisquire rocketed tloom like a firework. Its glowing wings smmed into Gloom’s face, leaving its already battered features further distorted.

  The direct hit sent Gloom flying like a kicked ball, boung across the ground before it struggled to stand.

  “I surrender!”

  The young trainer, clearly worried, rao call off the fight.

  Though he was ed, he hesitated to step into the arena. Unlike Pokémon, humans couldn’t shrug off a few Air Sshes—they’d be in serious trouble.

  Hearing the word "surrender," Corvisquire es assault and nded gracefully.

  Strutting like a proud rooster, it tilted its head and gave Gloom a desding sideways gnce. Occasionally, it added a smug caw or two.

  Its nguage was too offeo transte, but Gardevoir was already regretting bringing her siblings to watch.

  If any of them picked up these habits, Gardevht actually kill Corvisquire.

  One of her younger siblings seemed particurly intrigued. Gardevoir quickly pressed her hand against the curious Ralts’s head.

  “Garde!”

  Don’t learn that! Fet everything you just saw!

  “Ralts?”

  But it seems really useful.

  Ralts, chewing oiny hand, found the trash talk intriguing. Gloom had started off posed, but by the end, it had pletely lost its cool.

  This seemed like a skill worth mastering.

  Ralts silently decided to practi secret ter.

  Satisfied with Ralts's apparent pliance, Gardevoir finally rexed—until otion broke out behind her.

  Turning around, Gardevoir saw Corvisquire enveloped in a dazzling white light.

  “Garde?!”

  Now? Of all times?!

  Panicked, Gardevoir teleported to find Natsume.

  After quickly expining the situation—though it sounded more like “a”—she grabbed Natsume’s hand and teleported them both back.

  “What’s going on?”

  Still holding a box of supplies, Natsume barely had time to react before being teleported to the battlefield.

  The sight of Corvisquire glowing with evolution energy immediately made the situation clear.

  “Oh, so Corvisquire’s evolving.”

  Setting the box aside, Natsume walked over.

  Even in the middle of its evolution—one of the most critical moments of its life—Corvisquire couldn’t keep quiet, endlessly spewing its signature trash talk.

  If its current power level had been higher, it might’ve already decred something eous like, "I reign supreme across time!"

  When the light faded, Corviknight stood proudly before Natsume.

  Its indigo-blue body gleamed with a metallic sheen, each feather resembling finely fed steel. It looked like a majestiight armor, exuding strength and authority.

  Corviknight lifted its head high, its gaze embodying the aloofness of a tyrant—part disdain, part smugness, part mockery, and a small hint of…

  …panic.

  Darn it! I didn’t expect to evolve so soon!

  Corviknight had pnned a dramatie for this moment, but now it couldn’t decide whie to use.

  "From this day forth, I shall soar above the heavens!"?

  Or maybe… "I am the God of a new world!"

  Shoot, this was harder than expected.

  For the first time, Corviknight felt sweat dripping down its steel feathers.

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