Pokemon: Farm Story-Chapter 184: The Two Who Got Past the Awkward Phase

"Pass me the scissors."

"Ral."

"There should still be some Dragonfire Berries up there, right?"

"Ral."

Inside the storage shed, Natsume was sorting through a batch of newly delivered supplies.

Though he usually picked up most things at the local market, there were still items he preferred to order online—regional specialties that weren't available locally, or common goods that he needed in bulk.

Frankly, Natsume just really didn't like running all over town.

Life on the farm hadn't completely cured his lazy streak. It had simply transformed it from a constant condition into an occasional relapse. Most of the time, he was fairly diligent.

But then again, given how things were when the farm first started...

If he didn't work hard, everyone would've been left chewing on air.

Not quite right.

Going by the scenarios Natsume used to imagine when he couldn't sleep at night...

If he hadn't inherited the farm, odds were he would've become a traveling Trainer.

Then again, maybe not. Back then, Natsume wasn't really into Gym Challenges or anything like that.

Maybe he would've become an explorer of sorts—streaming his way through remote mountains and deep forests.

And why stream it, you ask?

Well, obviously so someone could come recover his corpse if he went missing, my friend.

Being a Trainer was one of those high-risk professions with a consistently worrying death and disappearance rate. When you're out in the wild, it pays to keep a little paranoia on hand.

Most Pokémon are pure-hearted—but most people aren't.

Especially when it comes to Trainers who head deep into the wilderness. Disappearing without a trace? That's practically routine.

No one can say for sure if the guy's just wandered into a signal dead zone or straight-up kicked the bucket.

A livestream at least gives folks a clue whether you've officially logged off.

Might even be able to phone a friend to come collect your remains.

Ahem. Getting off topic.

Natsume did once consider the idea of becoming a popular streamer.

But after watching the current big names in the field...

He realized that maybe he just wasn't cut out for it.

He couldn't pull off wild antics, and he definitely couldn't do "abstract comedy."

Natsume was absolutely certain he'd never be able to laugh maniacally with his tongue out while making a neck-slitting gesture.

That just felt like too much.

Not to mention spouting those infamous, cryptic one-liners.

Some people spend their entire lives as poor imitators of their predecessors.

Some people sound surreal the moment you hear their name.

That's not something you reach just by trying harder. [crossed out]

"Good work, Ralts."

Natsume reached out and caught the floating Ralts as it drifted down from above, gently ruffling the top of its bowl-cut head.

Ralts squinted with joy under his touch.

Yup. Natsume really did give off that warm, comfy feeling.

Just like Gardevoir-sis said.

Getting close to Natsume had its perks—both mentally and physically.

"Ralu?"

What's next?

Hopping down from Natsume's arms, Ralts looked up and asked.

Ralts used to complain that Gardevoir was a total workaholic—but now it was starting to understand her perspective, just a little.

There were so many impressive Pokémon around Natsume.

If it didn't keep up, Natsume's gaze would shift away sooner or later.

Not just Natsume—Ralts itself would find its attention drifting to those powerful seniors.

Sometimes it couldn't help but feel the gap between them was too wide to ever close.

But even so... it wasn't willing to give up.

Even if not for Natsume's sake—just to prove its own worth—Ralts wanted to do its best and keep his attention.

"We're heading over to Vespiquen and Tsareena's area next." freeweɓnøvel.com

Natsume pulled out his notebook and checked the list before replying.

Many of the ingredients used in Pokéblock recipes came from rare or unusual sources—like Combee honey or the fluid secreted by Bounsweet.

Besides their inherent value, these sweet ingredients made Pokéblocks more palatable to Pokémon.

While Pokéblocks were designed to be nutritious and portable for Trainers, they were still food in the end.

And food should taste good.

Talking only about "value," "process," and "refinement" when it comes to food is nonsense.

Food's primary purpose is to fill your belly and give your taste buds a reason to be happy.

If all you care about is nutrition, then why not just chug supplements and hook yourself to an IV?

"Ralu!"

Ralts nodded vigorously, promising to give Natsume its full support!

"Relax, relax. Vespiquen and Tsareena are both easy to talk to."

Seeing Ralts all tensed up and serious, Natsume chuckled and tried to ease its nerves.

Vespiquen, for instance... Well, their relationship wasn't exactly warm.

To put it bluntly, it was mutually beneficial.

Natsume offered them a safe place to settle and an alternative food supply to honey, and in return, Vespiquen commanded her Combee squad to be diligent little honey-harvesters for the farm.

Every time Natsume showed up with freshly made Pokéblocks from his practice sessions with Gardevoir, Vespiquen would immediately roll out the finest honey they'd been saving.

They were sick of eating it themselves, after all. Years of honey every day? No thanks.

As for Tsareena—she didn't even need to be mentioned.

Back when the farm was still getting off the ground, she and her tribe had come to Natsume seeking refuge.

Now the place had grown into a proper Pokémon farm—maybe even a ranch.

Her tribe had clawed their way out of hard times.

Tsareena had evolved, and many of the younger Bounsweet had shown real promise.

Some even joined from who-knows-where.

Today, there were at least fifty Bounsweet living among the berry groves.

Not a massive group, but compared to the dozen or so they started with, it was a huge improvement.

"Natsume, package for you!"

Just as he was locking the storage shed, Natsume turned to see Mei approaching with a large box in her arms.

The box looked heavy, but Mei's steps were steady.

She was a Trainer capable of crossing mountains solo, after all.

One box? Child's play.

Even two boxes—no problem.

Even five? Mei's solution was simple: "Serperior, give me a hand."

Very Trainer-like logic.

If a Pokémon can handle it, why force yourself to act tough?

Hadn't you already done enough bravado back in school, scribbling random junk on math problems you didn't understand?

"Thanks, Mei."

Natsume quickly stepped up and took the box from her.

A glance at the label, and he said:

"The Applin Fruit and Yache Berries I ordered online finally arrived."

"I'll make you guys some cake tonight."

He'd been wanting to try out one of those fruity mini cake recipes he saw online.

They looked simple enough.

Gave him a real "I could totally do that" kind of vibe.

Living alone with a healthy savings account, Natsume had no hesitation.

The moment the idea struck him, he acted on it.

Ordered all the ingredients and baking gear he needed online.

This was peak single-guy energy: Action Mode Activated.

"Then I'm definitely looking forward to it."

Once Natsume had set the box down, Mei snuck up from behind and hugged him.

She rubbed her cheek against his arm with a playful grin.

Just like Ralts, Mei was thinking the same thing—

Natsume really was comfy.

So soft, so cozy.

The thought made Mei unconsciously take a little sniff.

Realizing what she'd just done, she quickly covered her mouth and nose in embarrassment.

A bit shameful, yes!

But...

Catching sight of Natsume's smiling lips, Mei couldn't help but grin too.

If Natsume didn't mind, then there was no problem.

So she confidently hooked her arms around his neck and, with a bounce, leapt onto his back.

"Hey hey, Natsume—guess what I'm about to say?"

"'Pigsy carrying his bride,' right?"

"Bingo! Too bad there's no reward."

"Then... can I give you a reward?"

"Nope, not allowed. You'll have to wait until tonight."

Mei crossed her index fingers in front of Natsume's face to make an "X," signaling her disapproval—then couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"But," she added, "you can get a little preview of your reward right now."

"I thought you said there was no reward?"

"A last-minute gift."

And before Natsume could reply, Mei leaned in and planted a kiss on his cheek with a loud smooch.

Then, without warning, she nuzzled into the crook of his neck.

And again, she started giggling.

No particular reason.

She was just really, genuinely happy.

When someone likes you, it's not about what you do or how hard you try—just being together is enough to make them feel joy.

"That was too quick. Can I get a replay?"

"Nope!"

"Then I'm tossing you down."

Still holding her in his arms, Natsume made his "threat."

Unfortunately, Mei was completely immune.

Instead of backing down, she hooked her leg around his even tighter.

Nearby, Ralts quietly looked up at the sky.

Ah, esteemed Slowking-senpai...

I think I'm starting to understand how tough your life is.

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Meanwhile, Slowking—who was busy scratching his head and going over ledgers—suddenly sneezed.

Why does it feel like I'm slowly becoming a full-blown office worker?

Staring at the mountain of office supplies before him, Slowking fell into deep thought.

After a long silence, he let out a sigh.

Yeah... I should probably stretch my legs every now and then.

Time to go smack that Absol around a bit.

Perfect timing too—he'd just come up with a new move.

It was going to look awesome.

Though maybe not quite so awesome for Absol, who'd be on the receiving end of the "experiment."

After a bit more fooling around, Mei finally hopped off of Natsume.

Their relationship had long since moved past that awkward phase right after they'd first gotten together.

Now, both Mei and Natsume could naturally accept the fact that—yes—they were boyfriend and girlfriend.

And it made them happy.

Yeah... this is what it's like when two people are dating for the first time.

They just want to be around each other all the time. Doesn't matter where they're going—they want to go together.

Which is why, when Natsume went off to bring some Pokéblocks to Vespiquen, it wasn't just Ralts by his side—Mei and Chingling tagged along, too.

"Ral."

"Ling~"

Mei was distracted, but Ralts and Chingling were locked in an intense stare-off—big eyes meeting big eyes.

Due to certain reasons, Ralts usually followed at Natsume's feet instead of hanging out in his arms.

Shoulder rides? Forget it.

That certain reason... was the pink kitty.

Natsume's shoulder was basically Mew's personal throne.

Aside from Manaphy, no other Pokémon dared try to claim it.

Ralts was even more cautious about that.

So, for now, it figured staying by Natsume's feet was safest.

Ralts was the type who cared a lot about boundaries.

Mei's side, though? No such rules.

After a moment of staring, it was Ralts who finally reached out to break the strange tension.

Chingling responded almost instantly—typical of a childlike personality.

Within minutes, the two were chatting away with their heads practically pressed together, whispering secrets back and forth.

Every now and then, they'd sneak glances at Natsume or Mei.

It gave off a distinct "we're gossiping" kind of vibe.

And maybe it wasn't just a vibe.

But Mei and Natsume were too wrapped up in each other to notice.

Gradually, the once-sparse sightings of Combee became more and more frequent.

Every few seconds, one would fly by, headed toward the hive, the berry grove, or the flower garden.

If someone took a picture of this scene, it'd be perfect for an elementary school textbook.

"Good afternoon, Vespiquen!"

Once they reached the hive, Natsume didn't get too close right away. Instead, he called out loudly.

Combee, in general, were a lot gentler than Beedrill.

And way weaker, too.

At least Beedrill had some potential for training. Male Combee? Not so much.

Their base stats were awful, their movepools were narrow, and they couldn't even evolve.

They really were just honey-gathering worker bees for Vespiquen. Nothing more.

"Bzzzz—"

A low buzz echoed as Vespiquen emerged from the hive.

She'd grown noticeably plumper since last time.

Maybe it was the weight gain, but she actually looked... kind of gentle. Maybe even cute.

Her aggression had dropped quite a bit.

It was easy to see, just from her expression, how the peaceful farm life had dulled her old wild instincts.

At the very least, she no longer looked like she was constantly on edge, ready to flee at the first sign of trouble.

When she saw Natsume, her compound eyes brightened.

She immediately barked out orders to the nearby Combee to bring out the freshly harvested honey.

Yep—Natsume didn't even have to jar the stuff himself anymore.

Vespiquen handled it all, directing the Combee like a forewoman at a honey factory.

While they worked, she buzzed over to the side and began enjoying her own meal of Pokéblocks.

Only a few of them were made by Natsume—most were practice batches by Gardevoir and Mei.

They weren't perfect, but for a Pokémon who once lived in the wild, it was still a gourmet feast.

Nearby, Ralts was using psychic power to move the jars of Sweet Honey one by one to Natsume's side.

Compared to Gardevoir or Slowking, who had followed Natsume here before, Ralts's powers still weren't strong enough to levitate all the jars at once.

So it was much slower.

But that only made it feel more like a peaceful, ordinary day.

Like... this was just how life was supposed to be.

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