Pokémon: Farm Story

"Huh? You're saying Ogerpon brought a group of Pokémon here to seek refuge?"

By the farmland, Natsume was standing with arms akimbo, admiring the freshly harvested fields of Yache berries alongside Sandslash.

Then, Mightyena's father came rushing over, urgently reporting a large group of Pokémon gathered near the farm's edge.

"Alright, thanks for the heads-up, Mightyena," Natsume said, casually tossing a few specially made energy blocks for canine Pokémon into the Mightyena's mouth.

Crunching loudly, the father Mightyena's eyes gleamed with wisdom. Tasks like running back and forth between the farm's outskirts and Natsume's house were often left to him.

Why? Because each trip meant receiving these delicious, teeth-grinding energy treats from Natsume.

The Mightyena had made it clear—this was non-negotiable, even for his wife and pups.

His tail wagged furiously behind him, entirely at odds with his aloof and proud facial expression, resembling one of those mischievous dogs known for pointing fingers and causing chaos.

Led by the Mightyena, Natsume and his companions, including the Persian, Shiny Furret, and the Mightyena family, headed toward the edge of the farm.

From a distance, they could already spot a group of Pokémon gathered by the fence, peering curiously into the farm.

Among them, Ogerpon stood out like a sore thumb, its face betraying guilt and unease, practically radiating "I want to run, I want to disappear" energy.

It felt like déjà vu from their first meeting.

"While I expected to eventually bring in more Pokémon, this lineup is... unique," Natsume muttered, glancing at the odd mix of Pokémon.

Among them were a small group of Bounsweet, a quartet of Skiploom whispering amongst themselves, a Mudkip hiding nervously behind a Slowpoke, and two Sentret gazing in awe at Shiny Furret, seemingly envious of its pink-and-white fur.

"This is... something," Natsume said, walking closer to the group.

Although slightly overwhelmed by the sudden influx of Pokémon, he quickly crouched beside Ogerpon.

"These Pokémon—are they all here to live on the farm?" he asked gently, signaling his companions to help maintain order in case the tension caused a chain reaction.

Ogerpon hesitated, turning its head away as though trying to avoid Natsume's gaze. After a long pause, it muttered an explanation.

At first, it had only intended to bring the Bounsweet group to the farm.

But as it neared the area, other Pokémon appeared, expressing a desire to join.

They claimed to have long admired the farm and hoped to use this opportunity to move in.

Finishing its story, Ogerpon quickly turned its head away, looking flustered and regretful for not consulting Natsume first.

Feeling a warm touch on its head, Ogerpon looked up to find Natsume smiling.

"Thanks, Ogerpon," Natsume said, ruffling its head. "The road here wasn't too dangerous, was it?"

"I've been meaning to bring more life to the farm but kept putting it off. You've really helped me out."

Ogerpon froze, staring at Natsume's gentle smile. Then, in a flurry of emotion, it rammed into Natsume's leg and buried its face there.

Before Natsume could react, Ogerpon abruptly turned away, puffing its cheeks like an angry puffball.

Although confused, Natsume could tell it was fine now.

As Shiny Furret ran to fetch some Poké Balls, Natsume took the time to talk with the new arrivals.

Just as Ogerpon had said, most were here because life in the wild was tough—food was scarce, and survival wasn't easy.

They even offered to work on the farm, feeling it would be improper to freeload.

"Alright, everyone, line up for registration!" Natsume announced, rubbing Shiny Furret's head as it returned with the Poké Balls.

He explained the process of being "caught" and went over a few simple farm rules, like no attacking fellow residents.

After capturing and immediately releasing the Pokémon to officially register them, Natsume began planning where they would fit into the farm's ecosystem.

The Bounsweet could stay near the house, providing their sweet sap for collection. The Skiploom could help maintain the berry trees.

As for the two Sentret, they would likely become Shiny Furret's followers, judging by their eager but nervous attempts to approach it.

Then there was...

Natsume's gaze met the slow, vacant eyes of a Slowpoke.

"Slow?"

Tilting its head, the Slowpoke let out a lazy, sluggish call.

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