The room Natsume prepared for Mei was on the sed floor of the new house. Natsume himself usually stayed on the sed floor, while the first floor was mostly reserved for the Pokémon on the farm to use as a lounge and recreation area.
There yroom fepi, a sing room for Corviknight and Butterfree, and so on. Natsume had even thought about setting up an esports room iure if more Pokémon joihe farm.
After all, while he wasn’t good at gaming himself, he figured that with so many Pokémon around, at least one of them had to be skilled.
Yes, Natsume’s gaming skills were quite poor.
His level of proficy was such that even a Golem might outperform him in uanding the meics. Gaming, like many things, required a certain degree of talent.
If the average person’s talent level was a 10, and professional pyers were at 60 and above, Natsume’s talent hovered somewhere around a 5. He had long since given up on making any notable progress in gaming and now just pyed casually to rex.
After all, wasn’t that the whole point of gaming? If you obsessed over ranks and stats, wouldn’t that strip the activity of its inal purpose? Or so Natsume, the subpar gamer, liked to reason.
“Wow, this room is huge!”
“Thank you so muatsume.”
Mei’s eyes lit up as she saw her new room.
As a novice Trainer, Mei was already used thing it out in the wild—sleeping in a cramped tent was an everyday affair. Only those Trainers who had already made a name for themselves could afford the luxury of staying in grand hotels and enjoying a life of fort.
rainers, in trast, would spend most of their time camping out in the wilderness, catg Pokémon, and honing their skills. This was said to cultivate both mental and physical resilience.
Well, at least that’s how the story went. Whether or not this cim had any basis was debatable, but it served as a ve justification.
It was not unlike how middle school teachers would tell students, “This topic will be covered in high school,” and high school teachers would say, “You should have learhis in middle school.” They didn’t know for sure whether anyone would actually teach it but said it anyway to save themselves the trouble.
Returning to the topic, while Mei had grown aced to sleeping in tis, no one would ever turn down a rger room if given the choice—especially one so and cozy.
Thanks to the diligent efforts of o and Loppuny, the guest room was in excellent dition. In anticipation of Mei’s arrival, they had gohe extra mile to ensure everything otless, even repg the bedsheets and bs with fresh ones.
Ially, Natsume had already decided to permaly give Mei this guest room. If anuest room was needed iure, they could simply and prepare another space. After all, nd was ohing the farm had in abundance.
“o thank me. As long as you like it,” Natsume replied with a wave and a smile.
Wheing up the room, Natsume had done his research, reading tless online posts for inspiration. After all, he knew nothing about decorating a girl’s room.
In terms of uanding romand girls, Natsume was about on par with Ash Ketchum.
He had put a lot of thought into the room’s design, but in the end, it turned out fairly basiatsume figured it was better this way—he left room for Mei to decorate the space as she saw fit after moving in.
After helping Mei unpaatsume took her on a tour of the farm. Although they had talked about doing special training, there was no rush. It was better to take the first day to rex and unwind after her long journey.
Even if Mei insisted on starting right away, Natsume would have found a way to vince her to rest for the day.
As they unpacked, Mei released her three other Pokémon from their Poké Balls.
“Tepig, Dewott, don’t waoo far,” she cautioned.
She didn’t add the part about them getting into trouble, but Mei was acutely aware that few Pokémon on this farm were what one might call "normal."
Take Corviknight, for instance. Since evolving, it had developed a fondness for sparring with weaker oppos, relishing the thrill of overp them.
Then there was the previously adorable shiny Furret, which had turned into a training fanatic. If it entered a new Pokémon, it might very well issue a challenge and go all out in battle.
As for Stee immediately dashed off to reuh its old tribe. Mei could uand the feeling—it was only natural to miss one’s family after being away for so long.
Of course, there was also the possibility that Steenee just wao show off its newfound strength. After all, it had long noticed how the rest of its tribe had grown pt, enjoying a id-back life on the farm—eating, sleeping, and occasionally providing juice for Natsume.
That kind of life wasn’t for Stee had always felt there was something off about it, which is why it had decisively left with Mei in the first pce.
Now, three months ter, it was time for the Dragon King’s triumphaurn!
Smirking arrogantly, Steenee radiated an air of dominance, as if ready to unleash a barrage of dramatiebacks and ands.
Meanwhile, Dewott had found its own target.
“Hmm?”
It locked eyes with Galde, who was leisurely fishing by the ke.
This guy is strong.
Dewott could sehe aura of a fellow swordsman emanating from Galde.
My bdes are itg for a fight.
However, remembering Mei’s insisten a day of rest, Dewott relutly suppressed its excitement. Tomorrow, it thought. Tomorrow, I’ll challehat Galde.
As for Tepig, it had no immediate goals—there weren’t any strong Fire-type Pokémon on the farm for it to seek out.
“This area will be designated as the pasture iure,” Natsume expined as they strolled.
“Right now, the Mightyena family and Yamper help ma, with Galde occasionally pitg in.”
Although Mei had already learned about the farm through Natsume’s descriptions and photos, seeing it in person was airely different experience.
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That night, Mei y in her soft bed, hugging her Servine as she tossed and turned, uo fall asleep.
“Servine...”
Serviretched out its tiny arms, pushing against Mei’s fa irritation, its displeasure written all over its face.
“Ah, sorry, Servine,” Mei said sheepishly. “We o get some sleep. Training starts tomorrow.”
“Servine...”
The me go already!
And so, Mei’s first night on the farm quietly came to an end.
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