[Farm Upgrade Mission II Complete]
You've successfully planted three acres of wangwang rice and rolling bean seeds!
Rewards: Healing Herb ×50, anti-bug herbs ×30
As the clear river water flowed through the new irrigation channels, slowly soaking the soil, the familiar mechanical chime of the system echoed in Marzillo's ears.
In the Pokémon world, a wangwang rice plant usually took about 90 days to mature, while rolling bean seeds only needed around 60. Of course, with a good fertilizer like Quick-Grow Compost, that time could easily be halved.
Compared to his previous life, farming here was simpler—and far more magical.
He looked across the fields where his Pokémon companions were carefully watering the freshly planted seeds, his mind full of plans.
In this world, farming wasn't just about soil and effort—it was about synergy with Pokémon.
Some could summon sunlight or rain, others could nourish the earth with energy. In distant Paldea, there was even a Pokémon called Mabosstiff, whose sweet aroma could make all nearby crops grow faster.
"Maybe I should catch a few that know Grassy Terrain," Marzillo mused.
"Master! Over here!"
The cheerful voice of Gardevoir called from the riverbank. Marzillo turned his head—
—and immediately caught a splash of cold water right in the face.
"Pfft—Gardevoir!"
She stood there laughing, hands cupped full of sparkling river water, the sunlight reflecting off her silvery hair like crystal.
"So that's how it is, huh?" Marzillo grinned, brushing his wet hair aside. "Starting a water fight, are we?"
He didn't hesitate for a second before scooping a bucketful of water and joining the battle.
Before long, Lopunny—who had been standing innocently nearby—was also caught in the crossfire.
"W-wait! I didn't do anything!" she protested, hopping around to dodge the flying sprays. But it was no use—by the end, all three were drenched, laughing breathlessly in the warm morning sun.
The splashes sparkled like jewels as the laughter echoed across the fields, mixing with the distant chirps of Swablu drifting by overhead.
By the time they finally called a truce and returned to the cabin, everyone was still dripping wet.
"Go dry off, before you catch a cold," Marzillo said gently.
Lopunny nodded shyly and scampered off, clutching a towel. Despite her bashful nature, she seemed happy—there was a kind of peace in these small, playful moments.
Gardevoir, meanwhile, simply sat by the window, water still beading down her hair. Her smile was soft, full of that quiet affection only she could show.
Marzillo chuckled. "You too, Gardevoir. Don't make me come over there and—"
Before he could finish, a deep "BEEP—BEEP—BEEP!" sounded from outside the cabin.
He blinked. "Hmm? A truck?"
The sound of an engine rumbled closer. Marzillo opened the wooden door and stepped out just as a large blue cargo truck—decorated with dozens of Wingull decals—pulled up to the farm entrance.
The driver's door swung open, revealing a tall, broad-shouldered man with a warm grin. Sitting beside him was a Machamp, its four arms thick with muscle and covered in old battle scars.
"Hey there! You must be the new owner of this farm!" the man called out as he jumped down. "Name's Yoshino—from the Umi City Trading Company. We handle crop and resource purchases across the region. The mayor of Hiyori Town told me about you!"
"Ah, hello, Mr. Yoshino," Marzillo greeted politely. "Nice to meet you."
He had been planning to look for a buyer soon—but Yoshino's timely arrival saved him the trip.
Machamp grunted softly, pointing toward the newly cultivated fields. Yoshino followed its gaze and broke into a wide smile.
"Well, would you look at that! You've already got a full plot going! That's some impressive work for such a short time."
Then, noticing something in Marzillo's hands, Yoshino tilted his head. "Hmm? What've you got there?"
"These?" Marzillo held up several dark, glossy stones. "Hard Stones. I found them while clearing the field."
"Ah, the good old Hard Stones!" Yoshino's eyes lit up as he picked one up to inspect.
They weren't flashy like Gold Nuggets, but Hard Stones were prized by Trainers—perfect for boosting Rock-type attacks, or even just collecting. Some collectors were obsessed with their unique textures.
"I've got a client in Hoenn who's crazy about these," Yoshino said with a laugh. "He's filled an entire basement with them."
"How much do they usually sell for?" Marzillo asked curiously.
"Hmm, market rate's about five thousand Poké Dollars each," Yoshino replied, then waved a hand with a grin. "But since it's our first deal, let's say sixty-five hundred each. Call it a friendly price."
"That's generous of you," Marzillo said, smiling gratefully.
They shook hands firmly, sealing their first trade.
As Yoshino loaded the Hard Stones into the truck, the sound of the engine and the cries of nearby Wingull blended together—a lively harmony that marked the beginning of Marzillo's new life as a real Pokémon farmer.
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