After successfully capturing the Pokémon, Natsume took the shiny Furret on a tour around the farm, introdug it to the other Pokémon living there.

  This art of his daily farm iion.

  Although it was a time-ing and bor-inteask, it had bee a necessary daily routine during the farm’s early days.

  At least until he caught a powerful Psychic-type Pokémon or a Rotom, this work had to be done by him personally.

  Powerful Psychic-types typically have high intelligend use their psychic abilities to sense and monitor the entire farm. This would allow them to assist Natsume in managing all areas of the property.

  As for Rotom, it was even more indispensable. In the modern era, it’s one of the most sought-after Pokémon, not for its bat abilities but for its utility, making it essential fe enterprises.

  The same goes for Pon.

  However, sihe family business is farming, Natsume prioritized getting a Rotom for now. Pon could wait.

  Huh?

  You’re w if Natsume has enough maery on the farm for Rotom to possess?

  Heh, wele to the age of modern tech farms, kid.

  “Woof!”

  At the edge of the farm, the Mightyena father. excitedly nuzzled Natsume’s hand, its tail wagging like a helicopter rotor.

  It pletely ighe disdainful looks from its mate and pup.

  Seriously, you're peting with your own kid for attention?

  To this, Mightyena. smugly replied: ’t hear you~

  After thhly ruffling their head, Natsume left enough Pokéblocks to st the Mightyena family three days.

  Though he had repeatedly ihem to hang out near his residehey still preferred their secluded spot at the farm’s edge, spending most of their days either patrolling or sunbathing.

  The Ursaring family nearby had a simir lifestyle.

  Uhe close-knit Mightyena family, the Ursaring resembled a treasure-hunting squad that spread out across the farm.

  You could find Teddiursa in all sorts of ued pces.

  Just this m, while washing up, Natsume found a Teddiursa rummaging through his bathroom et, its rear stig out.

  He eventually hauled it out, gave it a few light taps, ahe rest to be scolded by the unimpressed Buneary.

  Judging by the little bear’s goofy grin and wagging tohough, it clearly wasn’t listening.

  Natsume could only sigh.

  After all, most Pokémon have childlike intelligence.

  And children, by nature, tend to be rebellious.

  Scolding rarely works.

  ---

  “These are for me?”

  Natsume stood in surprise before a rge tree hollow.

  The Ursaring family had settled in the farm’s orchard, choosing a spacious hollow as their home.

  Ireasures they had sged from the farm were piled high.

  Seeing Natsume arrive, Ursaring pushed out a colle of items they had clearly prepared for him beforehand.

  These were things they believed Natsume would like.

  “Thank you, Ursaring.”

  Patting its smooth fur, Natsume left plenty of Pokéblocks as usual.

  Uhe overly enthusiastic Mightyena father., Ursaring maintained a reserved demeanor, only gently rubbing Natsume’s hand.

  “Teddiursa!”

  Nearby, a few Teddiursa jumped up and down, eager to show their tributions.

  We worked hard too! Pet us!

  Chug, Natsume patted each little bear’s head in turn.

  Energized by their “reward,” the Teddiursa bounced off like children at a sports festival, brimming with energy and ready to tiheir treasure hunt.

  Feeling a bit embarrassed, Ursaring g Natsume, as if apologizing for its kids’ behavior.

  Reassuring the Pokémon with a few more pats, Natsume gathered the gifts and started iing them on his way back.

  “Let’s see here.”

  “A Clefairy plushie, practically new.”

  “A of unused repel? Not sure how useful this’ll be.”

  “Is this… a Moon Stone? How’d they even find something like this on the farm?”

  Most of the Ursaring family’s gifts were berries, though occasionally, there’d be more uems.

  The plushie and Moon Stone were nice finds, but the repel…

  It just felt odd using it on a farm.

  For now, he’d set it aside—who knows, it might e in handy someday.

  ---

  “Bzzzt.”

  Butterfree’s blue eyes glowed softly as it used Psychic to carry the berries and plushie, easing Natsume’s load.

  “Furret?”

  Following at Natsume’s side, Furret tilted its head curiously.

  There are so many panions on this farm, and they all seem nice.

  And none of them give me weird looks.

  Except that Mightyena—it seems a bit… slow?

  After cirg the farm and cheg the stru team’s progress, Natsume headed home to drop off his haul.

  With Persian supervising the workers, there shouldn’t be any major issues.

  While he didn’t think the forewoman was the type to sck off, you could never be too sure these days.

  As he reached his doorstep, he spotted a Delibird with a small satchel, holding up a card aedly nodding and l its head, seemingly verifying something.

  “Hello, are you delivering something?”

  Natsume approached quickly.

  He’d ordered a bataterials and equipment for crafting Pokéblocks onlily, so the Delibird was likely delivering those.

  “Delibird!”

  The Pokémon perked up upon seeing him.

  “Delibird! Delibird!”

  Where have you been? I’ve been searg for you forever! Knocked on the door, no response!

  And that weirdo bird on the sed floor just stared at me, muttering who-knows-what like some kind of creep.

  Pulling out a clipboard from its uniform, Delibird prese to Natsume while grumbling.

  At the same time, it effitly pulled a package from its seemingly endless satchel—a box much rger than its bag.

  “Sorry, sorry, I was out patrolling the farm.”

  “I’ll make sure to give that Corvisquire a talking-to ter.”

  Signing his name on the receipt, Natsume took the package and apologized sincerely.

  Waving dismissively, Delibird fpped its wings and flew off to its destination.

  Halfway through the flight, it paused.

  Wait… that human uand me?

  The realization that all its pints might have been perfectly uood left Delibird mortified.

  This… must be what they call dying inside.

  Another day, another social blunder.

  Gcell