Ivysaur had fully adapted to its evolved body; both its strength and perception had improved significantly.
Every morning, it would first patrol the perimeter of Forest Dew Farm.
Its long Vine Whip would nimbly push aside gaps in the fence, and its keen perception could easily detect movement in the soil.
When it encountered a young Sandshrew trying to dig, it would gently scoop it up with its Vine Whip, place it on the grass outside the farm, and then flick its Vine Whip to signal the creature not to come near again.
After patrolling the boundary, Ivysaur would stroll slowly over to Turtwig’s little nest.
Turtwig was already awake, peering out from the edge of the nest.
Ivysaur carefully extended a Vine Whip, hooking the little one up like a small basket and placing it securely next to the plant cluster on its back—where the thick leaves formed the perfect little seat.
Turtwig immediately gripped the leaves, its little head darting here and there.
On the way during the patrol with Ivysaur, it kept muttering “Naitonaito” incessantly, as if offering commentary on every crop and every insect that flew by.
In the test field on the other side, Lucy was crouching beside the Cheri Berry saplings, recording data.
The saplings were growing vigorously; the pale golden veins on their leaves were becoming increasingly distinct, and the small fruits hanging from the branches emitted a sweet, fresh fragrance.
Budew squatted at Lucy’s feet, focusing on practicing energy control.
Its bud opened slightly, and a nearly transparent petal hovered at its fingertip.
The energy was controlled so faintly that it slowly nourished the plant like a thin stream.
Lucy would occasionally lower her head to offer guidance, her tone patient and gentle.
From the pond came the clear “Hello” of Lombre, and the synchronized “Habo” response from the Lotads.
Now that Lombre had evolved, it had taken on the role of team leader, directing the squad to irrigate the crops with much higher efficiency than before.
They had also learned to use precise, fine streams of water to wash the dust off the crop leaves, leaving them clean and looking much more vibrant. This chapter was copied from novelping.com without permission.
Lucy had just finished writing down the last set of data and straightened her back to stretch when she heard a familiar shout from the farm entrance.
“Lucy!
I’m here to freeload—oh no, I mean, I’m here for a special visit!”
Circe, wearing a ponytail and overalls, ran in with light steps, with Grovyle and Breloom following steadily behind her.
“Hello!” Lombre popped its head out of the pond, shaking the large leaf on its head in a friendly greeting.
The other Lotads also chimed in with “Habo, Habo.”
Ivysaur walked over carrying Turtwig and waved its Vine Whip in the air: “Dana!” (Circe, you’re here!)
Budew also stopped its practice and waved its leaves at Circe: “Bomi!” (Hello, Sister Circe!)
Seeing the unfamiliar Grovyle and Breloom, Turtwig was frightened and shrank into the leaves on Ivysaur’s back, revealing only half its little head as it peeked out curiously.
“Wow!
Is this the newly hatched Turtwig?
It’s just too cute!” Circe’s eyes lit up.
She wanted to get closer but was afraid of scaring the little one, so she moved very lightly and lowered her voice.
“And a Lotad has evolved into Lombre!
Congratulations!
I’ve only been gone for a few days, and there are so many new things at the farm!”
“Hello~” Lombre happily shook its leaves.
Lucy smiled and went to greet her: “What brings you here today?”
“My grandfather sent me to ask when the next batch of berries will be ready to harvest.
The Gym has been going through a lot lately, and we’re running low on extra meals for the Pokémon training.” As Circe spoke, her gaze was drawn to the pokéblocks on Lucy’s workbench. This story is hosted at NovelPing.
“Huh?
Did you make these pokéblocks?
The colors are completely different from what they sell in the store!”
“Yes, I bought a new machine and adjusted the recipe based on the needs of Ivysaur and the others.” Lucy pointed to the different boxes.
“The soft, pale yellow-green ones are for Turtwig, the dark green ones with patterns are for Ivysaur, and the pink and green ones are for Budew.”
“You adjusted the recipe yourself?” Circe’s eyes widened.
“pokéblock recipes are super hard to tweak!
If the ratio is off by even a little, the results are completely different, and the Pokémon won’t even eat them.
My grandfather tried many times before he could barely manage to make a generic one for Grass-types.”
She leaned in to sniff them, and her eyes brightened even more.
“The scent is so unique!
It’s not that industrial artificial fragrance; it smells like a grassy field after the rain mixed with ripe berries.
It’s so natural!”
Grovyle and Breloom also crowded around, staring at the pokéblocks with curiosity in their eyes.
Especially when they saw the exclusive versions for Ivysaur and Budew, their tails and bodies twitched slightly, revealing a hint of longing.
Lucy noticed this and said with a smile, “Would you like to let Grovyle and Breloom try some?
I made a few experimental batches of a generic Grass-type variety using nanab berries, Cheri Berries, and some energy-stabilizing herbs.
They should be suitable for them.”