My Pokémon Story of Seasons

Chapter 337 Becoming Human

"Then————"

Tibrim took the keystone and took a deep breath.

"It's about to begin, Tong Hua. Just stand aside and watch. No matter what happens, don't disturb me, Bree."

She floated to the worktable and gently placed the keystone in the center of the puppet's chest.

Then, she hovered above the puppet, stretched out her hands, and began to chant ancient and obscure syllables.

"A stone that hides unknown power!"

Show me your true power. Initium, with whom you made a pact, commands you, Tibrim, to straighten your ahoge (cowlick), and your body begins to radiate a soft pink aura.

The workshop operates automatically even without wind; the tools scattered on the worktables vibrate slightly, and the papers rustle.

Tong Hua held her breath and stared intently.

"The seal is broken!"

As Tibrim finished his final incantation, the keystone placed on the puppet's chest suddenly lit up!

A dazzling seven-colored light emanated from it, pulsating powerfully like a heartbeat.

Just like in the cartoon, in the dim light, the puppet's form changed rapidly, as if it had really come to life.

The keystone gradually merged into the puppet's chest cavity, and its light gradually faded.

The puppet still lay quietly on the worktable, but everything was different.

"Thump!"

Tibrim, who was floating in mid-air, suddenly crashed heavily to the ground with a thud.

"Tibrim!" Tong Hua's heart tightened, and he rushed forward in one stride.

Tibrim closed his eyes and breathed steadily, as if he had just suddenly fallen asleep.

At the same time, the puppet on the worktable suddenly opened its eyes!

"Click!"

The puppet raised its arm and waved it in front of its eyes. Tong Hua turned around instantly and saw this scene.

"It worked?"

Tong Hua was unsure whether to check on Tibrim's condition first or respond to the awakened puppet.

He crouched down, carefully picked up the little witch who had collapsed to the ground, and then walked to the worktable.

"What a strange feeling—"

At this moment, the puppet, no, the "Tibulim," had already sat up, propping itself up on its arms.

"So heavy, Brie—her nose is blocked, she can only breathe through her mouth—"

That said, the puppet doesn't seem to need to breathe, Bree, and it can't feel hot or cold.

"Tibulim" quickly adapted to this new body, but after all, it was just a puppet, and there was still a long way to go before it became a real human.

"Huh? Wait a minute—"

"Can I talk now, Bree?"

Since being turned into a Pokémon, Tibblimm communicates with people through telepathy; otherwise, she can only make the sound "Bribblimm".

I don't know how long it's been since I've heard someone speak in their own voice.

She raised her hand in surprise, touched her throat, and tried to open her mouth.

"Ah, oh, eh?"

She uttered a few simple syllables fluently, and her eyes lit up. "It can really talk! How amazing, it's just a puppet."

And that voice—it's actually quite nice, Brie!

She tried to move her fingers, and her knuckles made a slight clicking sound. Her movements quickly became smooth from the initial stiffness.

She looked down, curiously examining her hands, which were carved from wood yet had a tactile quality. She turned them over and over, then gently pinched her cheek.

"It has a tactile feel—but it's not very sensitive. It's like touching something through a very thin layer of leather."

She looked up at Tong Hua, her eyes, painted with pigment, now filled with a curious desire to explore.

"Tong Hua! Tong Hua! Look! I've turned into a human!"

It feels weird, but—it's so amazing!

"Yeah, it's amazing!"

Looking into her lively eyes, and then down at the still-sleeping Tibrim in his arms, Tong Hua felt a strange sensation welling up inside him.

"However, you should put your clothes on first; you don't look very presentable like this."

"Um?"

"Tibulim" followed Tong Hua's gaze and looked down at her naked body.

Although those three details weren't originally intended to be included, the long, fiery red hair, cascading down and partially obscuring the view, ironically left room for the imagination.

"what!"

After a short exclamation, the next second, Tong Hua felt a blur before his eyes as a gentle but irresistible force of thought pushed him out of the workshop!

"Bang!"

The workshop door slammed shut in front of him, and three crisp clicks of the lock echoed from inside.

Immediately afterwards, a flurry of activity came from inside, along with the clattering sound of something being bumped.

Tong Hua held the limp Tibrim body in her arms, stood outside the closed door, blinked, and a funny yet helpless expression slowly appeared on her face.

About ten minutes later, the door lock clicked softly and opened a crack.

An eye peered warily through the crack in the door.

When it saw Tong Hua sitting on the bench holding her original form, that eye blinked, and the door opened a little wider.

"Ahem—come in, Brie."

Tong Hua got up, pushed open the door, and went inside.

The workshop looked as if it had just been through a storm; although it had been briefly cleaned up, a mess was still left behind.

Meanwhile, "Tibrim" was standing by the worktable, already dressed in a witch's outfit.

She was wearing a large, magical robe and was barefoot. The robe was clearly conjured by magic, hanging loosely over her body, obscuring her lower body.

Her fiery red hair was held in place by a headband she'd found somewhere, covering her forehead and slender neck.

"How is it?" She nervously tugged at the wide sleeves and pulled at the hem of her robe, trying to make herself look more "proper".

"Is this okay, Bree?"

Tong Hua's gaze lingered on her for a moment.

The loose robes did conceal the curves of the body, but unexpectedly accentuated a languid and mysterious aura.

A few strands of fiery red hair slipped out from under the headband and fell down beside her cheeks.

The face he had sculpted with his own hands, now bearing a mixture of embarrassment and a forced composure, was more vivid than any perfect expression.

"Okay, that's fine." Tong Hua nodded, walked to the worktable, and carefully put down the sleeping Tibrim body in her arms, letting her lean against a soft cushion.

"Is she alright?"

"It's alright, I can sever the connection to this puppet body at any time, and then I can return to my original body."

"Phew, that's good."

Tong Hua breathed a sigh of relief, pulled over a chair and sat down, carefully examining the "Tibulim" in front of him.

"So how are you feeling now?"

Are you satisfied now?

"satisfy!"

She answered almost immediately, her voice filled with barely suppressed joy.

"Although it felt a little strange at first, after getting used to it, I can now completely control this body!"

She suddenly raised her head, a bright, even somewhat silly smile blooming on her face.

"It's been so long since I've experienced such a high vantage point; I really want to go out and explore!"

Before the words were even finished, "Tibulim" had already started walking like a child who had received a new toy.

"Wait, wait a minute!"

Tong Hua's reminder came too late.

There was a muffled thud, followed by the sound of a bunch of things falling to the ground.

Just as "Tibrim" was about to take a step, she fell face down onto the workshop floor in an extremely awkward manner, her legs still in a stiff walking posture, her knees not even having time to bend.

She was clearly not yet used to moving by "walking".

After all, her true form has relied on floating for hundreds of years —

"The road to becoming human is still very long —"