"Poli!" Poliwhirl, having received Reiji's confirmation and seeing the determination in his eyes, felt its own will ignite.
It had promised—promised to stand on the grand stage alongside Reiji and earn the cheers of the crowd. Helping Reiji achieve this dream was the sa as fulfilling its own.
Growing stronger together, climbing to the peak side by side—that was the reason it stayed with Reiji.
That was how it repaid him for the food, the care, the encouragent, and all the joy of living together.
It would stand on that stage, under the spotlight, with Reiji and all the others… and claim every honor.
"Bzzzt!" Butterfree nodded seriously at Poliwhirl's question. If Reiji needed it, it too wanted to shine on the battlefield.
"Krkk krkk!" Krabby raised its large claw and bumped it against Poliwhirl's fist. Wherever Poliwhirl went, it would follow.
"Caww!" Pelipper extended a wing and added it to the stack—after all, rain support was essential.
"Snort! Chow chow…" Rhyhorn didn't have many thoughts. All it wanted was food.
"Ee-tto," Spinarak was the sa. As long as there was food, it had no objections. Fighting? Sure, why not.
"Dooong…" Slowpoke looked around at all the Pokémon suddenly fired up for no reason. It thought back to the battles on TV—it did look kind of fun. Could it join too?
Slowpoke slowly sat up and gently reached out its stubby little paw to rest it atop the others.
Farther off, Farfetch'd just silently watched. It didn't step forward. It felt like it didn't belong with this group and turned to leave.
But just then, a big hand ca down and ruffled its feathery head. A voice followed from above.
"Farfetch'd, go watch TV with them. Don't always isolate yourself," Reiji said. He didn't know how to comfort Farfetch'd—after all, in Farfetch'd's eyes, he was its enemy.
And who listens to comfort from an enemy? He just gave the duck's head a pat, then walked out of the living room to lie down on a deck chair by the pool, staring up at the stars and ntally tallying today's expenses.
Farfetch'd froze on the spot.
It had just been… patted on the head by a human.
It was furious. It was about to explode—but before the fire could rise, it was already extinguished.
Because Slowpoke had pulled it away. Now it was sitting on the carpet too, staring at the TV like the others. Maybe no one noticed it had been touched?
Then it turned to the TV.
Onscreen, a Trainer was commanding their Pokémon in an intense battle. The match was just starting.
But Farfetch'd wasn't in the mood to watch. It twisted its neck to peek at Reiji outside.
Replaying that mont in its mind—Reiji had touched its head… actually touched it…
How dare a human touch it? It felt contaminated. Its head needed a thorough washing.
anwhile, Reiji pretended not to notice the sideways glances Farfetch'd was giving him. He had actually seen it—but that pat had been a huge gamble. If Farfetch'd had snapped, he could've easily lost an arm.
That leek of its wasn't just for show. It could slice through a tree like butter.
Good thing the duck had frozen up for a second, letting him escape. Not only did he avoid injury—he actually got to feel that fluffy duck head. Unlike Slowpoke's, it had a surprisingly nice texture.
And hey—once you've touched it once, you'll touch it again. That whole "never again" stuff? Yeah, no one believes that.
He stopped paying attention to the TV and the group huddled around it, and instead took out a blank sheet of paper and pen to calculate today's spending.
5 black face scarves: ¥1,000
3 pairs of underwear: ¥3,000
3 cab rides: ¥3,000
Sharpedo pendant: ¥4,000
Daily supplies: ¥5,000
50-cube storage backpack: ¥7,000
Black digital watch: ¥10,000
One week's worth of groceries: ¥10,000
Anti-stab vest (made from Sharpedo hide): ¥10,000
Custom wrist guards: ¥12,000
2 anti-stab T-shirts: ¥20,000
2 pairs of hiking boots: ¥25,000
Pokémon check-ups: ¥35,000
Rent: ¥300,000
Total: ¥445,000 Pokédollars.
He had originally ¥166,000 in cash, withdrew another ¥990,000, and sold off his spare backpack and Poison-type materials for ¥300,000.
Total funds: ¥1,456,000
Remaining balance: ¥1,011,000
As long as he didn't buy anything crazy, that one million was enough to live on for a few months.
Next, he wanted to calculate how long the food he bought at the black market would last for his little gluttons.
He'd already decided to burn his Gold Card, so he stocked up hard on supplies.
Premium Water-Light Pokéblocks:
500 boxes, 10 blocks per box = 5,000 blocks total
Poliwhirl, Krabby, and Pelipper eat 3 per day each, plus 3 more if they're training = 18 blocks/day
→ ~277 days' supply
High-Grade Water-Light Pokéblocks:
For Slowpoke, Magikarp, and Wishiwashi (2 blocks/day each)
→ 6 per day = ~833 days' supply
Even though these blocks weren't as good as premium ones, those three weren't training. Giving them Pokéblocks at all was already generous.
Premium Leaf-Green Pokéblocks:
300 boxes = 3,000 blocks
For Butterfree and Spinarak: 3/day normal, 2 if training = 10 per day
→ ~300 days' supply
Moomoo Milk:
400 bottles
Excluding Rhyhorn, Magikarp, Wishiwashi, and Farfetch'd, that's 6 Pokémon
3 bottles/day = ~133 days
Why not include those four?
Rhyhorn doesn't drink milk—it eats minerals. Magikarp and Wishiwashi are fine with Pokéblocks. As for Farfetch'd—he hadn't bought any special food for it. Until it was fully tad, it could eat whatever the others were having.
He himself would drink regular milk. He had bought a two-month supply.
Pokémon Snacks:
250 bags, 10 per bag = 2,500 jin
They'd finish one bag every 2 days = ~400 days' supply
Ore:
30 tons = 6,000 jin
If Rhyhorn eats 200 jin/day = ~300 days
Plus the Ground Gems and mineral lures… Rhyhorn's diet alone had cost ¥2,300,000. If he got a few more like that, he'd go broke just feeding them.
With that, he'd finished organizing all the food:
Premium Water-Light Pokéblocks: ~277 days
High-Grade Water-Light Pokéblocks: ~833 days
Premium Leaf-Green Pokéblocks: ~300 days
Moomoo Milk: ~133 days
Regular milk: ~60 days
Pokémon snacks: ~400 days
Ore: ~300 days
Other supplents: varies
Out of all that, the fastest to run out would be the weekly groceries. Next would be his own milk.
Everything else would last at least 4 months. That ant he wouldn't have to worry about food again until then.
He relaxed, letting the paper and pen fall from his hands, and lay back on the chair, staring at the star-filled sky.
Everything was finally starting to fall into place.
Now he had ti to train his Pokémon. To move toward that distant, seemingly unreachable goal of becoming an Elite Four mber—he had taken his first small step.
Tomorrow, he could also visit the orphanage and bring the kids so gifts. But what should he buy?
Sothing the children needed, most likely.
As for donations, he'd have to check the situation first. If the head of the orphanage turned out to be corrupt, the money wouldn't reach the kids anyway.
If it was just about keeping the director happy, he'd throw a little cash their way—but nothing more.
And after tomorrow's training, he'd also hire a professional breeder skilled in massage to help the Pokémon relax.
Work hard, rest well—that's the only way to go far.
(End of Chapter)
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