Pokémon: Farm Story

They say Togepi is a Pokémon that represents luck and happiness.

Its eggshell is said to be filled with joy, and when it feels content, it shares the luck inside its shell with others. As the Trainer of a Togepi, one is supposedly blessed with good fortune, leading to a blissful life.

Of course, there's no scientific basis for this claim—just folklore.

Much like the saying, "If you're single by thirty, you'll qualify as a grand wizard."

In short, nonsense.

"Togeee~ Toge!"

Togepi darted around the room, clutching the little blanket it had been born with.

Newborns are always curious, filled with an endless energy to explore the world.

From the bed to under the table, from the window to the doorway—Togepi's enthusiasm knew no bounds.

"Bun bun!"

Buneary, holding a milk bottle, frantically chased after it.

Given that Natsume often had to step out, he'd entrusted Buneary with a very important task: taking care of Togepi when he wasn't home.

Buneary had confidently accepted the responsibility, thumping its chest in determination.

It had thought, "Sure, I'm small too, but looking after a baby like Togepi? Piece of cake."

That confidence lasted all of five minutes after Natsume left.

When Togepi's "energy bar" fully charged, chaos ensued.

While Natsume had been home, Togepi had been napping in its nest, already tired from earlier mischief.

Now, with Natsume gone, Togepi was fully energized.

Buneary had been excited at first, scrambling after Togepi in a panic.

Now, it simply flopped onto the floor in defeat, utterly spent.

"Bun…"

Collapsing in exhaustion, Buneary looked like it had been completely worn out.

It wasn't annoyed—just utterly defeated.

"Forget it. I'm done."

"Meow."

Persian gracefully strolled into the room.

It took one look at the disheveled Buneary and then at the hyperactive Togepi.

Togepi froze instantly.

Clutching its blanket tightly, it scurried over to Persian's feet and nuzzled its paw in an ingratiating manner.

Though still young, Togepi had already grasped the "food chain" of the farm.

The top boss was, without question, Natsume.

Just this morning, Togepi had witnessed Natsume effortlessly pin a rogue Fearow to the ground with one hand, rendering its struggles futile. After a thorough scolding, the Fearow had fled the farm in disgrace.

Second in command was the farm's Persian—a senior member who had been with Natsume since childhood. Persian's status was unshakable.

According to Corvisquire, such loyalty and prestige were called "achieving greatness by following a leader."

Or was it "being a big fish in a small pond?"

Togepi wasn't entirely sure.

The third highest-ranking member on the farm was Butterfree, who diligently assisted Natsume with crafting Pokéblocks. It was always buzzing about during production sessions.

As for the rest, Togepi felt they were all more or less the same—each had their own tasks to handle.

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Elsewhere, near the farm's fields, Natsume and Sandshrew stood side by side, smiling at the sight of their first fully ripened crops.

The synchronized movements and expressions of the two were almost comical.

"You've worked hard, Sandshrew," Natsume said. "The fields are in fantastic shape thanks to you."

"Sand sand!"

Raising its tiny arms, Sandshrew struck a "strong" pose, clearly pleased.

It had discovered a newfound love for farming. Since coming to the farm, most of its time had been spent tending to the crops. Watching the plants it cared for grow day by day brought it immense joy.

New hobby unlocked: farming.

The next moment, a radiant white glow enveloped Sandshrew's body.

"Sand?!"

Startled, Sandshrew quickly realized what was happening—it was evolving.

It cast a nervous glance at Natsume, then prepared to embrace its transformation.

Why the nervousness?

Well, Sandshrew couldn't deny that its first thought upon seeing the white light was, "Am I being born again? But wait, wasn't I already born?"

Sometimes, even Pokémon have their silly moments.

When the light subsided, Sandslash stood proudly in its place.

Compared to its round and harmless pre-evolution, Sandslash now exuded a sharper, more formidable aura. Its longer claws, piercing eyes, and spiked back gave it a fierce appearance.

"Slaaash!"

Striking a pose, Sandslash looked quite satisfied with its new form.

"Congratulations, Sandslash," Natsume said with a sense of pride.

No matter how many times he witnessed it, the evolution of a Pokémon never failed to amaze him.

Sandslash raised its claw, looking expectantly at Natsume.

After a brief pause, Natsume understood and raised his hand to meet it.

Clap!

A solid high-five sealed the moment.

"Alright, let's start the harvest!" Natsume said.

"Slaaash!"

Man and Pokémon dove into the field, working with seamless coordination. Despite being human, Natsume's speed rivaled that of the evolved Pokémon.

Unintentionally, the two turned the task into a friendly competition, racing to see who could harvest more.

Meanwhile, unknown to Natsume, his farm had begun to attract some attention from the outside world.

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