After evolution, Slowking looked quite different from before.

  It now stood on two legs, with an e-and-white umbrel-like structure around its ned its hands csped behind its back, giving off the air of a supervising leader.

  The Shellder on its head had its eyes on the baear the base of Slowking’s skull, while a red gem adorhe front.

  If pre-evolution Slowpoke was the type that seemed clueless and foolish to everyone, post-evolution Slowking was the type that seemed tard everyone else as fools.

  After all, research showed that evolved Slowpoke possessed intelligence rivaling that of top human stists.

  It also boasted extraordinary wisdom and creativity.

  Many leading schors in various fields today had Slowking as partners.

  Whether battling as a trainer’s Pokémon, managing industries, or dug stific research, Slowking excelled. However, owning a Slowking came with a downside: daily intellectual disdain.

  Not directed at any one person—Slowking disdained everyone equally.

  “Slow.”

  Its ow carried a sense of gravitas, like a wise sage brimming with knowledge.

  In aribes, Slowking was indeed revered as a prophet—though Slowking itself disliked such treatment.

  After all, being seen as a prophet by a bunonkeys wasly fttering (scratch that).

  “gratutions, Slowking.”

  Natsume offered his gratutions, to which Slowking responded with a nod before closing its eyes again.

  It focused inward, sensing the power within.

  Its hands, previously behind its baow extended forward as an overwhelming surge of psychiergy erupted.

  Even pure Psychic-types specializing ial power would find this staggering. The energy maed as a visible blue glow, enveloping the farm in an instant.

  Uhis power, every er of the farm became clear to Slowking’s “vision.”

  The training Shiny Furret, the Corviknight hiding figurines in its room, the Tidy Up-loving o, and… a Zorua floating in the living room, eating chips and reading manga?

  What the heck is that?

  Before Slowking could figure out this peculiar Zorua, another Pokémon appeared before it.

  “Galde!”

  Radiating a sharp aura us usual calm, Galde’s arm glowed with the light of Sacred Sword, ready to strike at the first sign of hostility.

  Its raised arm paused upon seeing Natsume.

  This brief hesitation gave Galde time to assess the situation.

  Hmm, Natsume and a bipedal Slowpoke.

  Is this the evolved form of that Slowpoke?

  What’s that on its head?

  A seashell? Isn’t that going to cause neck problems?

  And what’s that around its nebsp;

  A lifebuoy? A bib? An Elizabethan colr?

  In that brief moment, tless questions flooded Galde’s mind. But ohing was clear: this Pokémon wasn’t an enemy.

  After all, it hadn’t restrained Natsume with Psychic power, nor had Natsume beaten it to a pulp.

  So, peaceful coexistenbsp;

  With that thought, Galde’s sharp aura softened slightly.

  But the glow of Sacred Sword remained, ready to slice this pink creature into sashimi and serve it in its own shell at the first sign of trouble.

  “Rex, Galde. This is Slowking.”

  Seizing the moment, Natsume quickly expined.

  As he spoke, Gardevoir teleported to his side, and a small gray fox emerged from the bushes.

  Natsume took the opportunity to expin to all three.

  After hearing the expnation, the Pokémon rexed—except Zorua, who had been rexed from the start.

  Galde dispelled the glow from its arm.

  Still, this guy’s Psychic power is insane. Is it some Legendary or Mythical Pokémoending to be ordinary?

  Galde couldn’t help but suspect, given how absurd it souhough irely unpreted.

  Not my problem, though.

  Shaking its head, Galde returo its usual zy demeanor.

  “Gardevoir.”

  Got it.

  I’ll head back to training now.

  With a nod to Natsume, Gardevoir teleported back to the small workshop.

  Natsume had since moved his workspaext to the new house, leaving the old one fardevoir to practice making Pokéblocks.

  Yes, Gardevoir was learning to make Pokéblocks from Natsume. That way, it could make its favorite fvors whe wanted. Gardevoir cimed it was to help Natsume share the workload.

  Natsume was fih Gardevoir using the workshop, especially since he’d asked Butterfree to keep an eye on things.

  “Slow.”

  After Galde and Gardevoir left, Slowking opes eyes.

  It had already adapted to its new power.

  After all, this energy had always been within it, and it had practiced trolling it under Uxie’s guidanbsp;

  Now, with evolution, it had fully mastered it.

  The dey was due to a message from Uxie that surfaced alongside the unsealed power.

  After digesting the message, Slowking fell silent for a moment before refog.

  “Slow.”

  Natsume, you assign me some tasks?

  Managing the farm or handling ats—anything’s fine.

  Hands still behind its back, Slowking g the Zorua pyfully croug at Natsume’s feet before asking softly.

  Despite the immense power it had gained, Slowking’s demeanor seemed unged—at least on the surfabsp;

  “Sure. I’ve been feeling a bit overwhelmed managing the farm tely.”

  “I’ll be ting on you, Slowking.”

  Natsume agreed without hesitatiorusted Slowking to handle farm ma.

  “Slow.”

  Don’t worry, Natsume.

  With a slight bow, Slowking’s tone remained as calm as ever.

  Uxie, it seems I’ll be staying here for a long time.

  I hope the ime we meet, I’ll surprise you.

  Gcell