Pokémon: All About the Breeding House

Chapter 108 The Deepest Bond Between Trainers and Pokémon

Fang Yan returned to the rest area, sat down in a chair, and was lost in thought.

Six-Tails and Maneki-ne were somewhat saddened by Kangaskhan's departure.

Fang Yan glanced at them.

I was just about to speak.

Then the dream demon appeared.

Then I pulled them and ran towards the backyard.

Laughter soon followed.

Fang Yan smiled.

At such a young age, there are already so many worries.

It scattered with a gust of wind.

As for the departing Kangaskhan, and the Nine-Tails who left long ago.

Fang Yan knew that this breeding house belonged to him and Gengar, and was no longer their breeding house.

So they will come back to take a look, but they won't choose to stay.

Just like Gengar and the others.

Wherever you are, they will be there.

Perhaps for some Pokémon, a human life is extremely short.

But Fang Yan felt that it was enough.

Encountering Pokémon and forging bonds.

In this brief period of time, a unique yet dazzling display of fireworks was created.

It's already wonderful.

Thinking of this, the old chair beneath my bottom gently rocked.

Shake and shake.

Fang Yan gradually closed his eyes.

In the dream, Fang Yan seemed to have dreamt of a young girl.

Watching the nine-tailed fox emerge from the forest.

Looking into the cold eyes of the Nine-Tails.

The girl slowly reached out her hand.

Next was a lost little marsupial.

And there's Ralts who got lost.

And then there's the question, "Is the boss sleeping?"

"Laji~"

"Oh, then I'll keep my voice down. Can I wait here for the boss to wake up?"

The dream suddenly vanished, and Fang Yan opened her eyes.

Miss Skirt is talking to a trainer.

Hearing the hushed voice, Fang Yan stood up.

"Hello, welcome to Gengar's paradise, which is this breeding house. Is there anything you need?"

The trainer was startled by the sudden use of dialect.

He patted his chest.

"You scared me to death, manager! Did I wake you up?"

Fang Yan shook his head.

Then he looked at Miss Skirt in front of the trainer and nodded with a smile.

Praise it for doing a good job.

At that moment, Gengar floated over and handed a list to the trainer.

"Kou Jie?"

Fangyan, are you awake?

Fang Yan tugged at the corner of Gengar's mouth.

The trainer took the list and glanced at it.

With dialect standing to the side, the trainer would explain anything they didn't understand.

Finally, the trainer made a decision and looked up.

"Manager, I'd like to foster my Pokémon."

"sure."

Fang Yan nodded and said.

"But I have a request."

"Please speak."

"I'd like you to help me train my Pokémon."

?

He spoke in a dialect full of questions:

"I'm not a trainer, I'm not good at training Pokémon, and that's not within the scope of the nursery's services."

"No, what I mean is, I want your Pokémon to help me train them."

"I'm sick, and I'm going to have surgery in a while."

The trainer beamed with a bright smile.

Then continue speaking:

"They said the chances of success are low, but when I caught them, I told them I would train them well to make them stronger and then take them to the League Conference. However, I won't be able to be with them for the time being, but I don't want to disappoint them, so I would like to ask you to let the Pokémon in the nursery take my place and train them."

"There's no need for improvement. I just want them to know that they need to strive to become stronger, and then we'll go to the Alliance Conference together."

After speaking, the trainer bent down.

After listening to the dialect, he did not speak.

"If—I mean, if—"

The trainer's voice began to choke.

"I asked the store manager to tell them that they were too weak and that I had abandoned them."

Miss Skirt frowned slightly.

Looking at the dialect.

Fang Yan looked at the trainer who was still bent over.

I promise you.

The trainer sat up, wiped away his tears, and said with a smile:

"Thank you, manager."

Fang Yan waved his hand.

"I mean, I'll let Gengar and the others train your Pokémon, but I won't say the rest for you."

"If you want to say it, come back and say it yourself."

When is the surgery?

The trainer was a little taken aback, but still answered truthfully.

"Seven days later."

"If you don't come back to pick them up in a month, I'll sell them to other trainers."

The trainer laughed at the cold, dialect-speaking words.

She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

I took a deep breath.

Then he released his Pokémon.

Infernape, Swamp King, Butterfree, Hippopotamus, Crowhead, and Golem.

"Everyone, I'm entrusting you to the shopkeeper now. You need to train hard with the shopkeeper's Pokémon. After I finish my trainer course, I'll come back and take you all to the League Conference!"

"Don't let me down!"

The trainer raised his voice.

The fire monkeys responded loudly in response.

The trainer's eyes showed reluctance.

Fang Yan saw sadness in the eyes of the Infernapes.

I sighed inwardly.

Silly child.

Pokémon can see the outside world through their Poké Balls.

However, Fang Yan did not speak, thus breaking the tacit understanding maintained by both sides.

The trainer didn't want the Pokémon to be sad, and the Pokémon wanted the trainer to get proper treatment.

shook his head.

Fang Yan refused the trainer's request to pay.

"You can pay the bill when you come back to pick them up."

After saying that, Fang Yan led the Infernapes and the others to the backyard.

The trainers watched their backs as they walked away.

He opened his mouth, as if trying to call out to them.

In the end, I held back.

As they turned around, the Infernapes stopped in their tracks.

He turned to look at the trainer walking towards the door.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

The dialects paused, waiting for them to catch up.

"Aren't you going to tell me?"

He spoke softly in dialect.

Infernape finally couldn't hold back any longer.

He shouted.

We'll work hard to get stronger, and you absolutely have to come back and lead us to challenge the League Tournament!

Hearing Infernape's cry, the trainer turned around.

His face was covered in tears.

He understood what the fire monkeys meant.

They were of one mind.

"Yes, I'll be back, and then we'll go challenge the League Tournament together and challenge Cynthia for the championship."

Hearing this, Fang Yan smiled.

Then I took them to the backyard.

The trainer wiped away his tears and turned to leave.

"Laji~"

For you.

The trainer looked at Miss Skirt, who was holding flowers and offering them to him.

Somewhat surprised.

He looked up at the Gengar and the others.

Gengar is grinning widely, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

He gave a big thumbs-up and flashed a healthy smile.

The Six-Tails sat on the ground, smiling adorably.

Monini ran up to him, grabbed his hand, and encouraged him.

And there were the Gothic children, their eyes full of encouragement.

The Queen Bee gave him a small jar of sweets.

He accepted the sweet treat and smiled happily.

"I will come back, come back to take them away, and then move towards our dream."

A gust of wind carried the sound into the dialect speaker's ears.

The dialect conveys a joyful mood.

You will miss them, you will create miracles.

There's nothing you can't do if you're in sync with your Pokémon.

Thank you.

The trainer took the flower and turned to leave.

His back view was firm and confident.