The drizzle tio fall gently from the sky, turning into nutrients that slowly nourished the crops in the soil. Ohe watering was plete, the Dragonite paused, sat down on the grass, and began to rest.

  Suddenly, the dark clouds above started to disperse, revealing a clear and sunny sky. The golden sunlight shone down, f a geous rainbow over the farmnd.

  Max stood there, staring i the se.

  'A Dragonite is a rare Pokemon! How could there be a Dragonite here? Was it kept by someone? If so, who was the owner? Could it be the farmer who owhis ranch'?

  Max couldn't believe that an ordinary try farmer could capture such a powerful and rare Pokémon like Dragonite. Maybe it was the farmer's son or daughter who had caught it elsewhere?

  And to think that this Dragonite was actually being used to water the pnts! Max's mind was blown. "Oh my god! Using a rare Pokémon like Dragonite for farm work, Isn't this a waste of its incredible potential?!"

  Fury simmered in Max's heart, but he quickly remembered the real reason he had e here.

  He looked up at the roof, where the Fletg was still perched, calmly preening its feathers. Max wao capture it right away, but his good manners stopped him from trespassing on someone else's property.

  At that moment, a Butterfree, perched uhe eaves, noticed the human boy outside.

  "Mmm?"

  At first, Butterfree was a little puzzled. Then it fpped its wings, flew in front of the boy, and asked, "Mee-yi?"

  Seeing Butterfree approach him, Max realized that it might be another Pokémon living on the ranch. He politely asked, "Excuse me, I'm a Pokémon Trainer. Is the owner of this ranch at home?"

  "Mmmmm..." Butterfree shook its head slightly, then goward the town and said to the boy, "Mmmmm!"

  Max turned around and looked in the dire Butterfree indicated, guessing, "You mean, the rancher went to town and won't be back for a while?"

  Butterfree nodded: "Mmmmm!"

  "Okay." Max thought for a moment. Sihe rancher had goo town, they should be back soon. The Fletg hadn't left yet, so he decided he could wait here for a bit.

  …

  Meanwhile, iown, outside Kora's carpentry shop, Naoki was standing in front of Kora.

  Today, Kora was wearing a light green shirt and a pair of work shorts, which, paired with her long pink hair, made her look fresh and lively.

  She looked at Naoki and asked, "An automatic milking mae?"

  Naoki nodded eagerly. "Yes, do you sell them here?"

  "I'm sorry, no," Kora replied with a shake of her head. "But you might find o the store in town that sells various equipment and tools."

  "All right," Naoki said with a hint of disappoi. He thanked Kora and headed into town.

  After wandering around for a while, he finally found the shop on a quiet street.

  The shop owner was a middle-aged man sitting in a wheelchair. Beside him okémon that resembled a rge bell with a bronze body.

  When Naoki expined why he was there, the old man poio a shelf and said, "That's the Bronzong. Please help me get it for this er."

  The Bronzoed a slightly dull humming sound, and a soft blue light glowed from its body. Using its telekiic powers, it carefully lifted a box from the shelf and brought it over to Naoki.

  Naoki opehe box and peered inside, finding a rather unusual-looking deviestled within. It resembled a hu hoop in shape, with a drical attat at the front and four su cup-like objects inside.

  The man expined, "This is it. It's very easy to use. You just fit it around the waist of a Miltank, and the mae at the front automatically squeezes the milk and collects it inside."

  It seemed incredibly ve, so Naoki asked, "How much does it cost?"

  The man replied, "4,000 Poké Dolrs."

  "Alright." Naoki thought for a moment and said, "I'll e back to buy it in a few days."

  He had retly purchased a Miltank, but his funds were running low.

  The man nodded and then asked, "Are you a rancher nearby? I haven't seen you around before!"

  Naoki grinned, "I just moved here not long ago."

  At that moment, the man seemed to recall something and quickly asked, "Is it Naoki Ranch?"

  "Huh? How did you know?" Naoki was a bit surprised.

  When the man realized his guess was correct, his demeanor became much friendlier. He smiled warmly, "I've bought goat milk from your ranch before!"

  "My Bronzong was seriously injured in a battle a while bad has never fully recovered. But after drinking yoat milk for a few days, it told me that those old injuries have gradually healed, and its spirits have greatly improved."

  "I asked Zack, and he said the goat milk came from your ranch. I owe it all to yoat milk! In fact, I'd like to give you this automatic milking mae for free as a token of my gratitude."

  "Hmm?" Naoki was taken aback, "Isn't that a bit much?"

  "Nonsehe man insisted sincerely, "Bronzong has been with me since I was ten years old. Nothing is more important than its health. You must accept it!"

  Hearing this, Bronzo out a slightly cheerful chiming sound.

  Naoki stood there for a moment, touched by the gesture, before smiling gratefully. "Thank you, then."

  With the rge box in hand, Naoki climbed onto Koraidon.

  The shopkeeper and Bronzong came outside to see them off.

  "By the way, besides milking maes, I also sell cheese processors, jam makers, wood processing maes, stoting maes, and other equipment. If you ever need any of these, just e by, and I'll give you a dist!"

  Naoki smiled and nodded, "I will."

  The shopkeeper returhe smile and waved, "Goodbye!"

  Naoki echoed the farewell, "Goodbye!"

  As he watched Naoki and Koraidon walk away, the shopkeeper let out a slow, relieved breath. "That's great," he murmured to himself.

  Bronzong had been injured because of him. That i was the reason he gave up being a Pokémon Trainer auro his hometown, burdened with guilt.

  Decades ago, medical teology wasn't as advanced as it is now, and Bronzong's injuries couldn't be treated in time. Over the years, the damage had bee perma.

  For the shopkeeper, nothing mattered more than Bronzong's well-being.

  He g Bronzong beside him, and at that moment, Bronzong looked back at him.

  On the quiet, worn-down street, the man frowned slightly and reached out to gently touch Bronzong's body. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry, old friend," he said softly, his voice full ret.

  "Buzz~" Bronzong vibrated gently, as if to say, "It's okay."

  It had never bmed its trainer.

  ...

  Koraidon moved swiftly, and before long, they had returo the ranch.

  As they approached, Naoki noticed a boy standing at the ranch gate, wearing the Naranja Academy uniform. The boy was staring ih a look of sho his face.

  Naoki raised an eyebrow slightly, curious about what had caught the boy's attention.