My Pokémon Story of Seasons

"Thank you, Mr. Acorn! I'll take my leave now!"

Tong Hua grabbed her things and rushed out, leaving the grass turtle and foam squirrel chasing after her.

"Game!" "Terrible!"

Xiangshi watched Tong Hua's departing figure and silently took a sip of water.

"Alright, time to get back to work. I don't know why, but I suddenly feel really energetic."

……

At Sunny Ranch, Grandpa Yang, who had just finished feeding the Pokémon and the animals, put on his reading glasses and picked up the newspaper to read again.

Managing the entire ranch by oneself, even with Pokémon to help out, is still quite exhausting.

He could only truly relax when he was reading the newspaper.

Brew a pot of tea, unfold a newspaper, and you can see news from all over Armia.

"What is Angel Company up to now... I really don't understand them anymore."

Angels is the largest energy company in the Armia region, and its position in Armia is equivalent to that of the Marokomon Group in the Galer region.

This company initially profited from the oil industry, but later, as oil reserves in the oil fields decreased, it shifted its investment to new energy research.

In an interview a few days ago, current president Prak Hall revealed that from now on, Angel Company will use "Dream Energy" to solve Almia's energy crisis.

As for what this "dream energy" actually is, no one knows yet...

Grandpa Yang shook his head and turned to the next page. This page contained news about the start of the new school year at the patrolman's school.

In the photo, vibrant young men and women in uniforms stand in neat rows at the starting square of the patrol school. Standing at the front of them, giving a speech, is the most respected Principal, Lamo.

The principal of the Ranger School, Lamo, together with Shiotsu, who founded the Ranger Alliance, and Professor Shinhara, who developed the hunting sleigh, are known as the golden trio of Almia.

Without these three people, there would be no Rangers Alliance today, nor the peaceful life we ​​enjoy now.

Having grown up in the same era, Grandpa Yang felt a strange sense of envy looking at the spirited Principal Lamo in the photo.

"One is a principal whose name is etched in history, whose students are found all over the world. The other is a decrepit old man who left his hometown, only to have all his loved ones pass away before him..."

Grandpa Yang shook his head with a wry smile, his fingers gently tracing Principal Lamo's photo on the newspaper. Sunlight streamed through his reading glasses, casting dappled patterns of light on his wrinkled face.

"Grandpa Yang! We've come to see you!"

Tong Hua’s voice suddenly came from outside the door, accompanied by the cheerful chirping of grass turtles and foam squirrels.

Grandpa Yang quickly wiped his eyes and put on a smile: "Oh, what brings you here today?"

Should we buy an animal? Or should we buy a Pokémon?

Tong Hua placed the food basket on the table in front of Grandpa Yang, then smiled slightly and said...

"No, I just came here specifically to visit you."

Look, I also made some sandwiches, they're delicious!

Tong Hua opened the lid and found seven or eight sandwiches left in the basket, all in good condition, looking and smelling delicious.

Grandpa Yang looked at the exquisite sandwiches in the lunchbox, and his eyes suddenly welled up with tears again. He picked up a piece with trembling hands and took a bite.

The moment you bite into it, the soft toast makes a slight "rustling" sound between your teeth.

The pickled berries burst with sweet juice in your mouth, with a slightly sour taste.

The aroma of fried eggs slowly rises, mingling with the rich flavor of special mayonnaise, creating a warm taste on the tongue.

"tasty……"

Grandpa Yang's voice was choked with emotion. He lowered his head, not wanting Tong Hua to see his reddened eyes.

"I'm glad you like it!" Tong Hua said with a smile.

Grandpa Yang took another bite, chewing slowly, as if savoring some long-lost warmth.

He was silent for a moment before slowly speaking, "Tong Hua, do you know why I'm the only one guarding this huge ranch?"

Tong Hua blinked and said, "It's because you can't let go of the Pokémon on the ranch, isn't it?"

Grandpa Yang sighed and looked out the window. In the distance, Mali and her little lamb were leisurely strolling outdoors.

"Yes, you're right."

I used to manage this ranch all by myself, but as I got older, new Pokémon started to need my care.

Sunshine Ranch is no longer just mine. Slowpoke, Worm, and the other old friends have all found a home here. They trust me as much as I trust them.

Grandpa Yang's voice was deep and gentle, his fingers tapping lightly on the table, as if recalling the stories of every Pokémon that came to the ranch.

"Some were abandoned, some were injured in the wild and brought here by kind people... Most of them have experienced bad things, but even so, they are still willing to trust humans again."

He paused, his gaze falling on Tong Hua, "Just like you, you're still willing to spend time visiting an old man and talking to me."

Upon hearing this, Tong Hua finally understood. It turned out that in addition to Pokémon imported from other regions, Sunshine Ranch also had many Pokémon adopted from the wild.

Grandpa Yang probably started taking in these poor Pokémon back when rangers weren't common anymore.

One person manages the entire ranch and takes care of all the animals and Pokémon.

"Not bad," Tong Hua thought to herself, hoping that she could live a life surrounded by Pokémon in the future.

"Grandpa Yang, you are truly amazing," Tong Hua said sincerely, her eyes shining with admiration.

Grandpa Yang waved his hand, the wrinkles on his face smoothing out: "It's nothing special, I just did what I was supposed to do. But you, so young and so sensible, it's truly rare."

The grass turtle and the foam squirrel rubbed against Tong Hua's feet, seemingly echoing Grandpa Yang's words.

"Oh, right," Grandpa Yang suddenly remembered something, put down his sandwich, stood up, "since you're here, how about you do me a favor?"

"Of course! Just say the word." Tong Hua agreed without hesitation.

"I was just about to take a break, but for some reason I feel full of energy right now."

Grandpa Yang led the way, guiding Tong Hua and the two Pokémon into the Sunshine Ranch.

The interior dome was still the same as the Ether Paradise. Tong Hua was really curious about how Grandpa Yang had built this ranch.

I remember he seems to be from the Padiya region. Could it be related to the giant ecological dome of the Blueberry Academy?

As Tong Hua pondered this, she looked at the various Pokémon in the ranch.

"Woolbraided Sheep, Three Bees, Salt Stone Treasure, Mini Fu..."

In order to accumulate 2000 million League Coins as soon as possible, Tong Hua is considering whether to buy some other production Pokémon to increase the ranch's income.

After all, we can't rely solely on milk tankers and farming, oh, and fishing. There's still a lot of usable space on the ranch that's been left unused.

"If all else fails, opening a small workshop like Acorn did, making custom furniture, seems like a good option. Hmm..."

Tong Hua was struggling with her decision when Grandpa Yang suddenly stopped.

Tong Hua also stopped, only to realize that the two of them had walked to the small mound where they had first met Tuotuo worm.

Grandpa Yang took out his familiar whistle and blew it at the small mound.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

In an instant, a dragon of earth rose up from the distance and rushed toward this place at high speed!

"Worm!"

"Long time no see, Tuotuo the worm!"

Actually, to be precise, it had been three days since they last met, and Tong Hua greeted it with a happy expression.

"Game!" "Trembling!" The grass turtle and the foam squirrel were also very happy. After all, they were good brothers who had farmed together. They didn't expect to meet again so soon!

"Worm!"

Tuotuo rubbed its head affectionately against Tong Hua's palm, its metallic shell gleaming warmly in the sunlight.

Grandpa Yang smiled and patted Tuotuo's head: "That's great, it seems you two get along very well. Then I'm relieved."

Tong Hua, I'd like to ask you to take care of it for me for a while.

As he spoke, Grandpa Yang took off the whistle hanging around his neck and handed it to Tong Hua.

Tong Hua: "Huh?"

Grandpa Yang, do you have mind-reading abilities?