Pokémon: All About the Breeding House

Chapter 120 Little Six-Tail's Thoughts, Growing Up?

"So when did you arrive?"

Fang Yan asked again.

"Sister Cynthia, look at me, look at me."

Shana's voice came from afar.

Shana ran over holding a sand sculpture.

It was shown to Cynthia amidst the astonished gazes of the dialect speaker.

How did you manage to carry this silly thing all the way here?

Won't it fall apart?

Cynthia looked closely at the chibi Gengar that Shana had created and smiled gently.

"So cute! Little Shana is amazing!"

Cynthia praised Shana, and Shana nodded happily before turning and running back.

"Wait a moment, I'll build you an even nicer one."

After saying that, he grabbed the sand sculpture and ran off in a flurry.

"But I haven't."

Fang Yan stretched out his hand, as if to indicate that he hadn't seen it yet.

Shana ignored him completely and ran away.

As expected, now that Cynthia is here, she doesn't want her uncle anymore, huh?

Seeing this, Cynthia covered her mouth and laughed.

"I came last night."

Fang Yan turned around and looked at Cynthia.

On her snow-white wrist was the small wooden plaque she had given him.

"On my way back from Hoenn yesterday, I passed by here and thought about how I'd been working so hard for so long, so I thought I'd take a break," Cynthia continued.

"Not welcome?"

Cynthia glanced at Fang Yan, then grabbed Pachilis, who was perched on her shoulder, and held her in her arms, stroking her repeatedly.

"How could that be? You're very welcome, aren't you, Gengar?"

"Mouth—Mouth One Jie!!!"

From afar came the shouts of Gengar and the exasperated voice of the Queen Bee.

Fang Yan then remembered that Gengar wasn't with him.

Cynthia smiled, then remained silent.

When Fang Yan saw that Cynthia did not continue speaking, he also stopped talking.

The two sat quietly in their chairs, drinking the tea that the Gothic boy had brewed for them and eating the prepared desserts.

Fang Yan suddenly realized that when he was with Cynthia, he rarely talked incessantly.

There seemed to be an unspoken understanding between the two.

However, Fang Yan also likes this way of getting along.

Holding Pokémon in their arms, they sat together, enjoying the breeze, the sun, tea, and desserts, only occasionally exchanging a few words.

"The changes to the nursery seem quite significant."

A cool and mature voice came over, and Fang Yan came back to his senses.

He looked at Cynthia and found her looking at him.

"I mean, it seems like there are a lot more wild Pokémon?"

Fang Yan reached out and touched Liuwei's tail, and said:

"Perhaps they thought I saved the forest they lived in, and then they became friends with the animal kennel."

"friend?"

"Yes, friend."

Cynthia laughed.

The dialect was spread.

Then Fang Yan laughed too.

Cynthia touched Patchlitz, who looked a little dim-witted, in her arms.

"The encounter between humans and Pokémon is amazing, isn't it?"

Fang Yan nodded, and then he began to tell Cynthia a brief account of what had happened after she left the breeding house.

Cynthia listened quietly from the side.

The movements of his hands were incredibly gentle.

Patchlitz: Mom, I think I've met the human I love most in my life—

Pachlitz squinted.

She's not like that pervert...

A gust of autumn wind blew by, and Fang Yan shivered, causing him to pause in his speech.

Liuwei quickly snuggled closer to Fangyan, wanting to bring him more warmth.

Then, with Fang Yan's gentle touch, it relaxed and lay comfortably in Fang Yan's arms.

Listening to the dialect and Cynthia's conversation.

Then Miss Skirt and Gothic Boy seemed to be able to join the conversation as well.

Liuwei suddenly thought about what would happen if she grew up.

Does that mean I can join their conversation?

If I grow up, will I be able to bring more warmth to the dialect?

If I grow up, will I be able to protect dialects like Gengar and Miss Skirt?

It then recalled the day Fang Yan brought Shana back, riding on the fiery horse.

Her smile was so happy.

Suddenly I really want to grow up quickly so I can do more for the dialect.

Sensing that Liuwei was acting strangely in his arms, Fang Yan looked down at it.

Looking into Fang Yan's eyes, I saw the concern in them.

Six-Tails shook his head.

With a smile, Fang Yan pinched the nose of the Vulpix and continued chatting with Cynthia.

"The Path to Breeding?"

Cynthia said something, then looked at Garchomp beside her.

"The breeding path that corresponds to the path to victory?"

Fang Yan's eyes widened instantly.

"How is that possible?"

Dialects can be directly accessed with a single click.

No, I don't know, I didn't.

"Fang Yan, I've always believed in you."

Fang Yan stopped shaking his head and paused for a moment.

"You will become an excellent breeder."

Cynthia spoke softly, but her tone was exceptionally firm.

"You won't let your Pokémon down."

Hearing what Cynthia said, Fang Yan picked up the milk tea that Gothic Boy had poured for him. He didn't see Gothic Boy quickly replace his milk tea.

"Who knows?"

After saying that, he tilted his head back and took a big gulp of "milk tea"—

His eyes widened instantly, like copper bells.

He swallowed it, then lowered his head and looked at the Gothic boy standing beside him pouring tea.

The Gothic boy pointed at Miss Skirt.

"Gothic~"

It allowed it.

Miss Skirt saw Fang Yan looking at her and didn't hesitate for a second.

She immediately flashed a sweet smile.

"Laji~"

Her voice is also very sweet.

Hey, it's not right to act cute after doing something wrong!

Fangyan didn't buy it, and seeing this, Miss Skirt could only look to Dali.

Fang Yan turned to look at Dali.

Dali was watching the play when he noticed that Fang Yan and the others were all looking at him.

"What's wrong?"

Huh? Me?

He noticed Miss Skirt's expression.

Dali nodded suddenly.

"Cough!"

It's me, so what?

Then he picked up the Chinese herbal medicine and handed it to Fang Yan.

His arms were rubbing together, as if he was about to fight.

It's as if they're saying that if they don't finish their drink, they'll be left with nothing.

Fang Yan drank another cup of Chinese herbal medicine with tears in her eyes.

There was no sweetness this time.

Six-Tails jumped down from Fang Yan's arms and ran towards the direction of the Flame Horse.

Fang Yan looked at its small body, a hint of worry flashing in the corner of his eye.

However, he then looked away.

No matter what decision the Six-Tails makes, he will support it.

It must be said that the Chinese herbal medicine brewed by Goethe was very effective; Fangyan ate a big bowl of rice for dinner.

After saying goodbye to Cynthia and Shana, Fang Yan returned to his room. After taking a shower, he came out and found Vulpix sitting on the dressing table, looking at a box.

Six-Tails stared at the stone inside the box, which was filled with fire-type energy, and fell into deep thought.

Finally, he recalled his conversation with the fiery horse.

It stretched out its claws and approached the rock.

"Are you really sure about this?"

The dialect startled it, and it withdrew its claws.

It looked up at the dialect.

"call out?"

"I mean, are you really sure? Are you sure you're ready to grow up?"

Fang Yan plopped down on the bed, Gengar following closely behind.

Looking at Liuwei sitting on the dressing table, Fang Yan continued:

"Perhaps you want to grow up because of me, but Six-Tails, I hope that this is what you truly want."

The dialect says, "He picked up the six tails."

"Perhaps everyone grows up one day, and you may be no exception."

"But what I hope is that this is what you want yourself."

"The world we grow up in isn't actually that wonderful, but I will try my best to make it a better place for you all."

Looking into Fang Yan's eyes, Liuwei's eyes instantly welled up with tears.

It always thought that Fangyan was sick today because of itself, that it couldn't bring Fangyan warmth as well as Fangyan could gently press its forehead against Liuwei's forehead like it did with the Flame Horse.

"It's okay, Vulpix. I'm here. You just need to be happy."

"Leave the rest to me and Gengar."

It responded with an "Mmm" as it heard the dialect spoken.

"Whoosh~"

It doesn't want to grow up so quickly either.

After growing up, I can no longer tug at Fangyan's trouser legs, lie on Fangyan's lap, or snuggle into Fangyan's arms.

Thinking this, Liuwei fell asleep in Fangyan's warm embrace.

After placing Liuwei on the bed, Fang Yan also lay down.

The room lights have been changed to a different color.

"Gengar".

"Kou Jie?"

What's wrong?