Slowking paused for a few seds as it trained Servihen casually left behind the words, “Train on your own,” before vanishing from sight.
When it reappeared, it was already at the farm’s entrance.
Looking down at the unscious Pokémon lying on the ground, Slowking fell into deep thought.
What the heck?
Is this some midday scam attempt?
Of course, that thought only fshed through Slowking’s mind for a brief moment.
From the numerous wounds c the Pokémon’s body, it was clear this guy had been through a lot.
“Yadon.”
Tilting its head, Slowking wondered if it should inform Natsume first.
After all, it was now officially one of Natsume’s subordinates.
No matter what it did, it had to report to the boss first—
That was a rule Slowking had learned from st night’s yakuza novel.
As for the Pokémon on the ground?
It wasn’t going to die immediately, so whatever.
Slowking had always been rather indifferent toward other Pokémon.
To Slowking, all living beings could be categorized into a few groups:
Very important, just okay, and dead or alive, doesn’t matter.
The only Pokémon in the “very important” category were Uxie and Mudkip. Natsume? Maybe half a point.
The “just okay” ones included Pokémon like Persian and Corviknight—retively close acquaintances.
They didn’t i much, but at least they reized each other. If they died, Slowking might feel a bit seal.
Everything else? “Dead or alive, doesn’t matter.”
Like this unfamiliar Pokémon in front of it.
And holy, a lot of Pokémon on the farm fell into that category too.
At best, they were just neighbors.
If your neighbor died, would you really be that upset?
In fact, how often did you even i with them?
Geniuses in many fial works were often portrayed as emotionally distant, appearing indifferent to everything around them.
That was iable.
With great intelligence came highly logical thought processes, whietimes made them seem cold.
And as a fully evolved Slowking, its intelligence was no joke.
It surpassed the vast majority of humans and was among the smartest Pokémon ience.
If this Absol had colpsed somewhere else, Slowking probably would’ve ig.
Every sed, somewhere in the world, someone was getting hurt. Pokémon were being killed.
Am I supposed to save them all?
Yeah, no.
“Yadon.”
Closing its eyes, Slowking—
Removed the “” from its head, reached inside, and pulled out a smartphone before casually pg Shellder ba top.
Did you think Slowking would use its psychic powers to search for Natsume?
Not a ce.
Unless it was an emergency, Slowking wouldn’t bother.
Sure, psychic abilities were ve. With its mental reach, it could instantly perceive everything happening nearby.
But that was also highly disrespectful.
Think about it—
You’re just a normal high school guy, sh while singing dramatically, admiring your refle in the mirror, thinking, “Damn, I look good today.”
Meanwhile, an unseen Psychic-type Pokémon is watg you lose your mind.
Now, that’s a social death sario.
Out of respect for privacy, Slowking generally avoided sing for people or things unless absolutely necessary.
Besides, modern teology worked just fine.
Why rely on psychic power when you could just use a phone?
Most people wouldn’t eve past bending a spoon in their entire lives. This was something any funing adult could do.
Pulling up Natsume’s tact, Slowking dialed.
Dooooo... doooooo...
Listening to the tone from the other end, Slowking’s expression remained ral.
But internally, it was troubled.
Natsume always had the stra hobbies and obsessions.
Just yesterday, he was talking about colleg s.
How was that any different from people who collected bottle caps for neckces?
Slowking just didn’t get it.
Much like it didn’t uand why Corviknight enjoyed browsing anti-fan forums and i drama.
Even with its ability to master aire nguage ht, it still couldn’t quite its head around that one.
Slowking preferred the regur forums—
Everyohere was a talent, capable of tinuing any versation no matter how obscure.
Slowking loved that atmosphere.
“What’s up, Slowking?”
“Yadon yadon.”
“Absol? I see. I’ll be right there. Keep an eye on it for me.”
“Yadon.”
Hanging up, Slowking looked down at the unscious Pokémon.
You just cheated death, Absol.
From the very start, Slowking had reized this Pokémon—
An Absol, a species that even now was still beled as a bringer of disaster.
Despite modern research proving Absol were actually gentle Pokémon who could predict camities and warn humans, old prejudices were hard to ge.
Like how, despite being strong enough to take doack of wolves, pandas were still seen as cute and weak.
Or how, no matter how much you expin that this character is biologically male, some people will still insist oing them like a delicate wife who just happens to be iile.
Yeah, that was ahing Slowking couldn’t uand.
Removing Shellder from its head, Slowking reached inside and pulled out—
A bottle of hyper potion and a bag of Pokéblocks it had po eat ter.
Looking at the bag of Pokéblocks, Slowkiated for a moment—
Then ate half of them itself.
The rest, it crushed with telekinesis and mixed with the healing liquid before feeding it to Absol.
Later, it would have Natsume reimburse it.
Yep, definitely g a full bag.
After administering some basic first aid, Slowking waited quietly.
Not even a mier, Corviknight desded from the sky, carrying Natsume and Mei.
“Caw, caw!”
Skybus Corviknight Airlines has nded!
Oddly enough, despite this being its first time carrying passengers, Corviknight seemed to take to it instinctively.
“Thanks, Slowking.”
“Yadon.”
No problem. Just remember to reimburse me for that bag of Pokéblocks.
“I’ll give you two bags.”
“Yadon.”
Deal.
Stepping off Corviknight, Natsume quickly examined Absol’s dition.
On the surface, the wounds weren’t too severe, and Slowking had already provided some basic treatment.
But still—
Natsume couldn’t help but frown.
“Is something wrong with this Absol?”
Notig Natsume’s reaei softly asked after he finished his examination.
“Its injuries… are a little strange.”
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