Aspiring to become a Pokémon trainer

Am I turning into a monster?

Feeling a mix of emotions, Nan Yin glanced back and realized that her Eevee was nestled beside her, watching her for quite a while.

Yes, the mutual understanding between them was enough for them to perceive each other's thoughts, and that worry had probably been transmitted into the little beast's mind long ago through the waveguide.

That's why the child stared at him with great concern and stayed by his side silently.

"Buyi."

Without expressing any emotion, Ibu simply picked up the comfort bell from its chest, as if to prove something to Nanyin.

And with the ripples that followed the waveguide's touch, she understood the meaning of the call—

I will protect you.

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Chapter Twenty-Seven: Instinct

Wiping the fine sweat from her forehead, on another day, during a leisurely afternoon, Nan Yin also had time to trim the fur and hoof nails of the old fellows in the shack.

“Moumie”.

The goat lowered its head and gently nuzzled the girl's shoulder, expressing its gratitude in its own way.

"No need for that. I enjoy this kind of work just as much."

As mentioned in the introduction, taking care of Pokémon and seeing their contented expressions is a very fulfilling process.

Sweeping away the grass and leaves mixed in with the hoof, and then carefully outlining with a knife stroke by stroke, Nan Yin also discovered some unusual clues while focusing her efforts.

Even after treatment at the Pokémon Center, they still have several scars on their bodies that won't disappear in a short time.

Moreover, it wasn't a regular scratch or abrasion; it was more like a small-area burn or charring.

really.

Considering the hurried comings and goings of Fu Ye with most of the Pokémon over the past few days, she was once again convinced that the multiple wildfires were not natural disasters, but must have involved several battles or even wild fights.

"Nanyin, let's hurry to the nursery!"

As the roller skates glided along, the naturally energetic girl arrived as promised, easily interrupting Nan Yin's thoughts.

"Ah."

She didn't say anything, but responded with a soft hum.

Ever since she chose Ralts as the egg type for her partner, Korne has become more interested and patient with the tedious process of brewing medicinal herbs.

Pushing open the wooden door and adjusting to the temperature difference between inside and outside, Nan Yin walked through a long corridor covered with straw before arriving at the counter where the materials were displayed.

As usual, first select the most basic main ingredients, then carefully observe the current state of the elf egg, and adjust the type and amount of auxiliary ingredients according to the changes in the egg's pattern and color.

She cut off the root leaves from the large rhizome and removed the seeds from the golden fruit, striving to achieve both economy and efficiency in the use of materials.

This is not only a reflection of her parenting skills, but also a sign of respect for her own wallet, since she can no longer rely on Mr. Fu's savings for her future solo trips.

Without a moment's distraction, she meticulously adjusted the proportions of the medicine. When she had nothing else to do, Nanyin would also stir the medicinal liquid and put it into the boiler to boil and heat it.

Multitasking is no longer a difficult task for me now.

"Okay, that's great."

Covering her lower lip, and watching the former's decisive movements, Korni, a complete novice in this field, was almost completely stunned the whole time.

But soon, she became confused.

"Nanyin, why did you add the mysterious seashell inside?"

The girl could understand the addition of other auxiliary materials such as cones and roots, but crushing hard objects like seashells seemed utterly pointless for the life inside the egg.

"Supplement with basic calcium."

She uttered just a few words without explaining in detail. When Nan Yin was truly immersed in her work and focused on it, her reply was already the greatest permission she could give.

Indeed, in a sense, Korne was right to ask. If it were an ordinary machine, it could only process the Mystic Shell into particles that it could not be ingested, but it was different for someone with psychic powers like herself.

Under this all-pervasive influence, even with a mixed composition and a strong structure, it can only obediently peel away the absorbable molecules through continuous refinement.

Honestly, Nan Yin even felt that, as a human being, she could easily defeat ten similar machines.

To put it another way, his crafting skills have reached the maximum level.

No longer investing effort, the subsequent waiting is nothing more than waiting for the temperature to reach the standard and the color to gradually improve, so Nanyin prefers to make the most of the remaining time for reading.

Ignoring what Korne, who was nearby, was thinking, she simply pulled out a low stool from the corner and, as always, began to peruse the unread books.

Similarly, Eevee obediently jumped onto the girl's lap and browsed the words with her.

Over the past month, she has emptied most of Fu Ye's bookshelf, and the remaining amount is only enough to be read in a few days. Next, she will focus more on turning it into long-term memory and gradually implementing the feasibility of the operation.

While inputting the words, Nan Yin also began to plan further training programs for Eevee and Gliscor.

Thanks to the existence of portable cooking pots, mass production of energy cubes is no longer a problem, which to some extent solves the basic needs of children's physical development. However, more detailed adaptation will require further observation over time before a final decision is made.

Regarding proficiency in moves such as tail wagging, desire, and vocalizations, Nanyin doesn't force them to practice excessively. Each child has limited energy, and time should be used more efficiently, whether it's Eevee or Gliscor.

Having offensive skills that allow for preemptive strikes, the ability to assist teammates with varied moves, and counter-attack techniques to cover weaknesses are undoubtedly better choices.

This is why useful early-game moves like Quick Attack, Stealth Rock, and Yawn were recorded in Nan Yin's notebook early on, and they played an indispensable role in the battle against Alain.

The general direction afterwards is not much different from this: Eevee's Swift and Gliscor's U-turn, two moves with relatively low power but gradually increasing strength.

As for why they didn't choose high-powered skills like Loud Roar and Earthquake, in the early stages when their strength was limited, learning them would only cause the two little guys more physical injuries and mental frustration.

It makes no sense and is incredibly stupid.

As the boiler's gas valve popped open, she stopped thinking, got up, scooped up the medicinal liquid, and poured it one by one into the incubators of the two Pokémon eggs.

While waiting for the absorption process, Nan Yin did not continue to read the books.

Upon reaching the giant egg, she placed her palm against the outer shell and gradually applied her psychic perception, supplemented by her breath guided by waveguide.

The touch that was never completed that day, I will try again this time.

Through the intricate patterns and tiny holes, the rudimentary form of the young dragon materializes in the mind. This is the foundation on the material level. Afterward, one can use one's own energy fluctuations to observe carefully and gently touch the other's consciousness.

Seven days later, the child will hatch.

No longer needing to scan the encyclopedia, she naturally arrived at the answer simply from the breathing feedback of the waveguide.

Just as Nan Yin was trying to quiet her senses and calm her breathing, a tender, childlike cry slowly spread through her mind.

"roar~"

It doesn't come from the mouth of a physical being, but rather from the depths of one's heart.

Nanyin had considered that the Pokémon inside the egg might develop some initial consciousness as it neared hatching, but this contact still surprised her.

Joy, surprise, intimacy... a myriad of emotions are brewing within.

As she tried to understand, the girl immediately stood rooted to the spot, unable to move.

Because, to her, the meaning contained in that soft roar was simply too shocking—

mom.

This is clearly the instinct of a cub to call its mother upon first opening its eyes and seeing a living being.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Ma Xiu's Entrustment

Even by the morning of the second day, Nan Yin was still unable to shake off that call.

It's strange, although raising Pokémon is similar to raising children, it's still absurd to be called a mother so bluntly.

However, amidst her surprise, she was inexplicably delighted.

Shouldn't.

Shake off any inappropriate thoughts; that giant egg is Master Fu's treasure, and it does not belong to him.

Brushing the strands of hair that fell across her forehead to her ears, Nan Yin tidied up the trash in the room, intending to bag it up and throw it away together.

While she was busy, the chestnut-haired little beast also gathered up the odds and ends and wrapped the tip of its tail around the young woman's hand.

"Thank you for your help, Ibrahimovic."

I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows. Although cleaning itself didn't take much effort, the little guy's help always made me feel better.

Picking up the plastic bag, Nan Yin went to the outdoor storage area, intending to discard it and leave, but the scene before her made her stop in her tracks.

The reason is simple: a man of unusually large stature was lying paralyzed in the garbage dump.

His white hair reached past his eyebrows and hung down to his waist. His clothes were tattered and disheveled, and his beard was extremely messy.

However, compared to these outward characteristics, it is the decay, despondency, and even pain that makes it even more captivating.

Like a corpse, the man remained unmoved by the girl's arrival. He picked up the greenish can from his heels, swallowed and chewed it without a care, and wiped his mouth roughly with the back of his hand.

"Buyi!"

Standing in front of Nan Yin, his fur bristling, Ibu could sense that this homeless man was unusual.

It seemed that the roar of the small beast had awakened his consciousness. No longer curled up, the man supported his knees and slowly got up like a machine that had not been repaired for a long time.

"..."

His gaze shifted back and forth between the girl and Eevee, perhaps harboring a hint of apology, but before those cloudy eyes, no emotion could be expressed.

"gentlemen."

Standing nearly three meters tall with withered, dry skin, Nan Yin would certainly not forget such a distinctive character if she had any lasting impression.

However, no matter how hard I try, I cannot find such a person in recent history.

Setting the plastic bag aside, she withdrew her senses and mental energy, using only her waveguide to sense the other person's breathing.

However, even with focused attention, Nanyin could not capture any of the fluctuations and rhythms inherent in all living beings or the natural cadence in this giant.

Just like lifeless man-made objects such as tables, chairs, and appliances, the only thing that can be perceived is their bleak, lifeless aura and stagnant spirit.

Having never received such an answer before, if asked to elaborate further, Nan Yin could only describe it based on her feelings.

It's like freezing a certain moment in time, placing the breath of life still, placing it in eternity—that is, being immortal.

Despite her astonishment, the girl did not show it.

Without feeling disgust, she simply swept away the dust and debris around her with her mind, leaving a relatively clean space for the former.

At this point, he turned and left without saying anything more.

Nanyin is not a meddlesome person, much less a saint born great.

For a complete stranger, she might forget most of it after a while.

The reason for doing so was simply to lend a helping hand within the feasible scope and without hindering myself.

As the footsteps faded into the distance, gazing at the figure disappearing from sight, the man finally spoke, his voice hoarse, using his almost lost ability to speak.

"grateful."

......

From the afternoon until 2 p.m., Nanyin music is mostly used for rest and recuperation, a process commonly known as a midday nap.

After a good night's sleep, she and her animals can better prepare for training and study.

After a quick wash, I used a towel to dry Eevee's fur.

If it were an ordinary cat, or a restless Scorpio, it would probably resist at this time, but the little guy simply lowered its pointed ears and obediently let the girl wipe it.

"Buy~"

As usual, Ibu picked up a children's picture book from the inner room and handed it to Nanyin, indicating that they should read it together.

"Let it go for now, I'll make it up to you tonight."

She chuckled and shook her head. It wasn't that she was unwilling, but Master Fu had said yesterday that he had something to do for her, so she had to go to the dojo.

Although somewhat disappointed, they were not discouraged. They leaped onto Nan Yin's shoulder, and with a burst of force, they boarded the giant food flower's vine whip express train.