Pokémon: All About the Breeding House

"Ash?"

Cynthia used a skewer to put a piece of berry into her mouth and shook her head.

"But this name sounds familiar."

Cynthia swallowed the berry in her mouth and began to recall.

"Oh, I see!"

Cynthia clapped her hands. "During the last exchange tournament, Steven mentioned to me that he knew a very promising trainer, I think his name was Ash."

So, we haven't even reached the Sinnoh region yet? Fang Yan was already looking forward to meeting him, if that opportunity ever came.

"What's wrong? Do you know him?"

Upon hearing Cynthia's words, Fang Yan hesitated for a moment before speaking, "So... we know each other, right?"

"I guess he'll be traveling to the Sinnoh region soon."

Cynthia nodded. Since both Daigo and Fangyan knew him, it meant he must be a pretty good trainer.

It seems I need to be more careful in the future.

Fang Yan was unaware that in Cynthia's heart, he was already considered on par with Daigo.

After all, Cynthia had already deeply recognized Fang Yan's breeding abilities. His methods of caring for Pokémon, the strength of the Pokémon he raised, and the high-quality energy cubes he made for Pokémon all demonstrated that Fang Yan was already a powerful breeder.

Of all the breeders Cynthia has encountered so far, only a handful, including Michaeli, have impressed her as being a cut above Fangyan.

However, she believes that Fang Yan will take that step sooner or later.

Cynthia thought to herself.

She then looked toward the counter and saw that Fang Yan had already lowered his head to carve the wood in his hands.

With a slight smile, he turned his head back, enjoying the fruit platter Fang Yan had brought him, drinking the sparkling water Fang Yan had brought him, and watching Fang Yan's TV with Shana. He couldn't help but feel quite content.

"call……"

Fang Yan blew away the wood chips from the last wooden plaque in his hand, then carved names on it and strung them together with red string.

[Special Dialect Wooden Sign: A handcrafted item made based on my great-aunt's prop list.]

Giving a Pokémon a gift seems to slightly increase its friendship level.

[Little by little, it adds up: This is a wooden plaque that trainers carefully craft for their Pokémon, symbolizing their membership in the nursery family. Although it only slightly increases friendship, love will continue, and it is believed that over time, the love contained within will only grow stronger.]

[This is my wooden plaque: Once a Pokémon wears it, it will never forget its home, and no matter how far away it is, it will always find its way back.]

[May you grow up healthy! This dialect phrase carries the author's blessings for the Pokémon; Pokémon wearing it will have a significantly reduced chance of getting sick.]

[Grandma: Your cooking is really good!]

[Grandma: Pokémon are very simple creatures; they will never betray the love their trainers have for them.]

Fang Yan looked at the messages popping up and couldn't help but laugh. Then he raised his hand and waved it.

The wooden plaques in their hands clinked together, making a crisp sound that instantly attracted everyone and the Pokémon's attention.

They looked curiously at the wooden sign in Fang Yan's hand.

Fang Yan walked over and then put the wooden tags on Shana and Gengar one by one.

"Once you wear it, you won't forget our home."

Fangyan put the wooden plaque around Gengar's neck, which should be considered the neck, right?

Geng Gui stared intently at Fang Yan with his crimson eyes.

"It looks good on you, Gengar. Do you like it?"

Gengar lowered its head, picked up the wooden plaque with its hands, which had the words "Gengar" written on it, along with a chibi version of Gengar.

The love of dialect was conveyed to its hands through the wooden sign.

"Kou Jie! (*꒦ິ⌓꒦ີ)"

Gengar cried for the first time in front of Fangyan.

"What's wrong? Don't you like it? Then let's take it off, don't cry, don't cry."

Fangyan was startled, thinking that Gengar didn't like it, and quickly reached out to take the wooden sign off.

Gengar wiped away its tears, then dodged Fang Yan's outstretched hand, and the next second it licked him.

The homeless children are finally no longer homeless.

Fang Yan let it lick him until it stopped, then reached out and wiped away the tears from the corner of its eyes.

"You're such a grown-up, and you're still crying? Aren't you afraid Shana and Cynthia will laugh at you?"

"Kou Jie—o(´^｀)o"

Gengar made a face, then floated to Cynthia's side, holding the wooden plaque in its hand, its mouth wide open, and licking the plaque with its tongue.

Fang Yan rolled his eyes, then wiped the drool left by Gengar from his face, and then put the small wooden tag on Shana and Bell Ring.

"Do you like it, Shana? The bell is ringing."

Lingling~

"Thank you, Uncle!"

Shana happily held the wooden sign, and there was also a chibi version of Shana in front of her.

Seeing this, Cynthia's eyes also reddened slightly, but the smile on her lips never disappeared.

"Let's go, Gengar, let's get some for the other friends too. Shana, do you want to come along?"

"Kou Jie—"

I'm here!

"Okay, Uncle."

"Where's Cynthia?"

"Okay, Uncle."

"..."

Seeing Cynthia's joking expression, he was about to say something, but seeing that she seemed very happy, he could only sigh helplessly.

Oh well, let her be. As long as she's happy.

As I passed the counter, I casually picked up a large wooden board with beautifully carved patterns and tucked it under my armpit.

Upon arriving in the kitchen, I put a small wooden tag on Monini and then let it happily jump onto my head and sit there.

Back in the backyard, I looked at the other Pokémon and then went to find them one by one.

As expected, after the Lily Root Doll was put on the lily root, it cried. This time, the crying was even louder than when Fang Yan first met it. However, Fang Yan and Shirona could hear the hope and happiness in its voice.

She lightly flicked the Lily Root Doll on the head. Her head was too heavy because of the presence of Monini, so she called Dali and the others over and sat down under the tree.

When Dali and the others arrived, Fangyan also gave them their own little wooden tags.

They gave themselves a thumbs-up while shedding tears.

Cynthia leaned against the tree, watching quietly, then glanced at Garchomp beside her and reached out to pat Garchomp's lowered head.

She now understood why Garchomp and Lucario liked this place so much—an environment filled with love that even she couldn't resist.

After comforting them, Fang Yan stood up, walked to Cynthia's side, and extended his clenched fist to her.

Cynthia looked down in confusion and saw two red ropes hanging from her palms.

He opened his palm, and two wooden plaques lay quietly in Fang Yan's hand.

One says "Cynthia," and the other says "dialect."

"Me too?"

Cynthia was somewhat shocked.

"If you don't mind."

Fang Yan gave a bright smile.

"Thank you, I like it very much."

Cynthia reached out and took her wooden plaque, gently waving it in front of her eyes. Her eyes followed the waving plaque closely, finally looking at the face behind it.

She smiled knowingly, then tied the wooden plaque to her fair, jade-like wrist.

"If Garchomp and the others don't mind, I can help make it; all that's missing is to engrave their names on it."

Hearing the dialect spoken, Cynthia turned to look at her Pokémon.

Garchomp's crimson eyes had been fixed on Fang Yan, but upon hearing his words, it reluctantly nodded and turned to the side.

"Kah!"

Then I'll reluctantly accept it.

Lucario nodded haughtily.

The Flower Rock Monsters laughed happily.

Fang Yan nodded in agreement.

I've gained even more goodwill; what a steal!

Then, Fangyan asked Gengar to go to the warehouse to get the swing rope, while he carried the plank to the swing under the tree.

Seeing Fang Yan gesturing something, Cynthia became curious.

"What are you doing?"

"Keep it a secret."

Finally, with Gengar's help, they successfully created a large swing next to the small one.

I tried it, and it's very safe.

Dialects come down from the swing.

"Now you each have one."

Fang Yan looked at Cynthia and Shana and smiled.

"I'm not a child."

"Huh? You don't need it?"

"Well……"

"That's a pity, now it's just me and Gengar playing together, right, Gengar?"

"Jie?! Σ(ﾟ∀ﾟﾉ)ﾉ"

Me?!

"I didn't say I wouldn't play."

"But didn't you say you weren't a child?"

"Mind your own business, get down!"

"No, you said you wouldn't play."

"No, come down quickly."

"I don't!"

"Get down!"

Cynthia forcefully pulled Fangyan off the swing, then sat on it herself, while making Shana sit on the small swing next to her. One of them held the bell ringing, and the other held the lily root doll and the mannequin.

Fang Yan shook her head helplessly. She was just about to go to the back to push the swings for them when she found that a certain short-legged chubby boy had already floated behind them.

"Kou Jie—"

I'll push the swings for you!

"traitor!"

Fang Yan cursed under his teeth and then came up behind Shana.

Gengar stuck its tongue out at him, made a face, and then helped Cynthia push the swing up, while Diablo helped Shana push the swing up.

A gust of wind blew by, rustling the leaves overhead. Under the tree, on a swing, sat two girls, one big and one small. Behind the swing stood a girl and a Pokémon, gently pushing the swing for them.

There were many Pokémon around them.

Garchomp looked at Cynthia, watching her swing gently sway in the wind and enter its heart.

Cynthia sensed something, turned to look at it, gave it a sweet smile, and looked at it with tender eyes.

"Kah!"

He seems to be doing alright.