"Suosuo."
Hisuian Zorua took the lead, sniffing around as it followed the st it had picked up.
To Hisuian Zorua, the st was fairly distinct. However, because Natsume's farm was quite rge, the owner of the st seemed to have been wandering around for quite some time.
Moreover, with so many Pokémon on the farm training and moving about, the air was filled with a mix of different smells.
Not to mention... it's not like I'm a e Pokémon or anything.
I'm just a cute little fox.
And if you're about to say that foxes are also part of the e family…
There's o be so pedantic about Pokémon cssifications. (Indifferent face.)
"Garde?"
Gardevoir, who was in Natsume's old workshop learning how to make Pokéblocks, curiously looked toward the rather unusual team entering the room.
Natsume and Ogerpon teaming up was a on sight.
Natsume and Hisuian Zorua, while not seen together as often, was still a familiar pairing.
But Natsume, Hisuian Zorua, and Ogerpon all together?
That was a first.
A rather rare sight indeed.
"Garde."
What's going on, Natsume?
Gardevoir’s voice rang directly in Natsume's mind.
At first, Gardevoir wasly skilled at telepathy—it could barely manage broken phrases when fog with all its might.
Both Gardevoir and its intended recipient found the process frustrating.
Initially, Gardevoir didn’t think much of this ability.
After all, as a Psychic-type, simply linkial energy was enough to vey meaning—who elepathy?
It wasn’t until it arrived at the farm that Gardevan to take this skill seriously.
Even though Natsume could uand it just fine, Gardevoir felt it should do something more to show how much it valued him.
Even if it turned out to be pointless, effort mattered most.
That was Gardevoir’s philosophy.
Because of this, Galde often teased it.
To Galde, this whole thing was utterly meaningless.
Natsume was a good person—he wouldn’t dislike Gardevoir over something like this.
But Gardevoir fiercely refuted that cim, and in doing so, it also suffered relentless ridicule from its own younger sister.
Something along the lines of: "Foolish, shhted, destio be a fishless fisherman."
Yeah… that st part seemed to have the most impact.
After being told that, Galde instantly sank into a state of deep self-doubt, questioning its entire existence.
If there had been a trash or ay box nearby, it probably would've crawled inside.
"A Ghost-type Pokémoo have sneaked in. Hisuian Zorua is leading us to find it now."
"Garde?"
Do you need my help?
Gardevoir set down the Pokéblocks it had been w on, grabbed a towel from the table, and casually wiped its hands before asking.
"Oh? You want to help? That’d be great."
Psychic-type Pokémon were useful in all sorts of situations.
From daily life to wild expeditions, their abilities were invaluable.
Just the move Psychic alone could solve a ton of problems in the wild.
For many trainers, Butterfree—one of the most on Pokémon capable of learning Psychic—was an essential capture.
That was exactly why Natsume had caught a Butterfree back then.
And now? That same Butterfree had bee his dedicated Pokéblock assistant.
Occasionally, it would help out around the farm—like managing all the butterflies drawn in by the flowers.
"Garde."
It’s fine. If I help you, Natsume, I’d be happy to.
Gardevoir us apron and pced it on the rack. Its eyes suddenly shoh a bright blue glow.
A vast surge of psychiergy spread out, sweeping across the farm like a radar.
It was on par with Slowking’s abilities.
Which made seer all, Gardevoir was known as the "Psychic Queen."
This level of power should be perfectly normal…
Or not.
Wasn't this already way beyond the usual range of a normal Pokémon?
Slowking, who had been expining move teiques to a Servine nearby, let out a quiet sigh.
Was there even a single normal Pokémon on this farm?
His own abilities were thanks to a special opportunity and training from Uxie.
But what about Gardevoir?
Was it really just natural talent bined with a diet of high-quality Pokéblocks and a uraining enviro?
"Garde."
Found it.
The blue glow faded as Gardevoir turo Natsume.
Just as he suspected, there was indeed a fn presen the farm—something they hadn’t entered before.
Though Gardevoir wasn’t sure exactly okémon it was, the Ghost-type energy it gave off was unmistakable.
"Garde."
I’ll take you there.
"Then I’ll be ting on you, Gardevoir."
"Garde."
It’s no problem.
A blue psychic aura enveloped Natsume and the two smaller Pokémon as Gardevoir activated Teleport.
In the blink of ahe group appeared in front of the warehouse.
"Garde."
Gardevoir clutched its chest, breathing in small, measured gasps.
What should’ve been a routieleport had uedly taken a toll on it.
Normally, just bringing Natsume along would have been manageable.
But this time, Ogerpon art of the group.
The strohe Pokémon, the more energy was required to teleport them.
This time, the energy ption had been several times greater than usual.
The moment the teleportation activated, Gardevoir had realized the issue.
Luckily, everythi smoothly in the end.
Gardevoir let out a quiet sigh of relief.
"You worked hard, Gardevoir."
Notig its exhaustion, Natsume quickly extended his hand, and the radiant glow of Viridian’s Blessing washed ardevoir.
Bathed in its light, Gardevoir’s energy rapidly recovered.
"Garde."
Thank you, Natsume.
"It’s nothing."
Natsume waved it off before turning toward the warehouse.
Why did it feel like weird things always happened here?
Did warehouses naturally attraoime?
As he pushed open the door, he flicked on the lights.
The moment the warehouse lit up, something in the er twitched slightly—just enough to catch the edge of Natsume’s vision.
Following that subtle movement, his eyes nded on an old, somewhat worn-out treasure chest.
"A treasure chest?"
The moment he saw it, a possibility crossed his mind.
And moments ter, that guess was firmed.
A small figure timidly peeked out from ihe chest, cautiously staring at Natsume.
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