What the Shiny Pidgeotto could wait. At the moment, Natsume was busy setting up a new for Corviknight.

  Previously, Corviknight had been living in a sed-floor room but sometimes slept in a rooftop . Back then, sleeping outside was more about enjoying the night breeze and indulging in its dramatitasies. Uhe deep night sky, it would imagiself as a being of immense power with a tragic past, menting how the world was fually fwed.

  Of course, the details of these tragic backstories were updated every few days, depending on the a had retly watched.

  But now, Corviknight had no choice but to live outside.

  At its curre, getting through a door was almost impossible. Even if they widehe doorway, there wasn’t a suitable room where Corviknight could fortably live.

  Looks like the pn to build a breeding facility with simuted natural enviros o be prioritized.

  “Caw, caw!”

  we put a cushiohere? Corviknight voiced its opinion about the new , suggestions about its pt and size.

  Sihe was bei in a new location, Natsume enlisted Gardevoir’s help.

  As falde?

  Natsume had sent it to watch over the floareep. Until Yamper could fully assume the role of a herding Pokémon, Galde’s assistance was essential.

  Galde had no pints about the arra. It could rex in the sun and avoid being on the receiving end of its sister’s deathly stares for idling about.

  “What a life,” Galde mused tentedly.

  With Gardevoir’s help, Corviknight’s new was soon pleted.

  Corviknight wasirely satisfied with it, though. If possible, it wao decorate its with some game and anime merdise.

  Unfortunately, it was broke.

  It was infuriating! How could the farm’s dialogue coach, ambassador, and sole airborne bat unit not even afford a figurine?

  This put it at a natural disadvantage during online arguments. It desperately o earn some moo buy those collectibles.

  But, on this farm, there didn’t seem to be many opportuo make that happen.

  Corviknight fell into deep thought.

  ---

  That night, Natsume y in bed, leaning against his Shiny Furret while texting. His versation partner had an avatar of a Servine and was listed as Mei in his tacts.

  [Me: Corviknight looks huge after its evolution!

  [Natsume]: It eats a lot. Sometimes it even s other Pokémon into giving up their Pokéblocks.

  Before Mei left, they had exged taformation and would occasionally chat.

  At first, their versations were formal, mainly discussing Pokéblocks. Natsume would ask about Mei’s experiences using them, and Mei would share her feedback, includiails about fvor aure.

  Over time, their discussioeo life on the farm. Natsume would send Mei photos, and she would kindly respond with positive ents.

  Gradually, Mei began to open up, sharing stories from her travels, the Pokémon and people she met, her thoughts on battles, and her future pns.

  The two had grown quite familiar with each other.

  Though not to the point of plete transparency, they both had a well-rounded uanding of one another, evolving from a surface-level impression to something far more vivid and personal.

  [Me: Your farm feels livelier every day. That’s so nice!

  In her room at the Pokémoer, Mei sat at the bedside in loose pajamas, towel-drying her damp hair. Behind her, Servine climbed onto the bed with a hair dryer in its vines, preparing to dry her hair properly.

  After Mei caught it, Servine had takehe task of hair drying. Though Mei owned a Tepig, its personality made it ill-suited for such work—it might actally singe her hair.

  So, Servine hahe job, even more adept now that its vines had grown longer and mile after evolving.

  As Mei scrolled through the photos Natsume had sent, her eyes sparkled with a hint of envy.

  Life on the farm seemed so wonderful, surrounded by adorable Pokémon every day.

  “If only I could live on a farm too,” she murmured to herself.

  Then again, the workload might be overwhelming for her.

  “Still, Natsume is amazing,” Mei said softly.

  Managing the farm seemed exhausting even in her imagination. While she loved the idea of a peaceful and rexing life, running a farm required airely different level of effort.

  It reminded her of a saying:

  “Occasionally visiting the tryside feels romantic, but for those living there, it’s all about the harvest.”

  Mei felt that Natsume was incredible. Despite being her age, he had transformed an abandoned farm into what it was today.

  Even his skills as a trainer seemed on par with, if not better than, a city gym leader’s.

  Whether in terms of work ethic or strength, Natsume truly impressed her.

  The phone chimed, and a new message popped up.

  [Natsume]: e visit when you have time.

  [Natsume]: Oh, and bring back Bouhe group here misses it.

  Reading the message, Mei smiled faintly.

  [Me: Sure! But will you give me a dist on Pokéblocks?

  [Natsume]: I’ll try?

  [Me: Why does that sound uain?

  [Natsume]: It’s a long story. Hard to expiext.

  [Me: Then don’t bother expining, thanks.

  [Natsume]: (Psyduck tilting head)

  [Me: Stop stealing my reaages!

  In the quiet night, the glow of their phones illumiwo smiling faces in separate pces.

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