"But Granny Leshy is quite old now and has fully retired to live in seclusion in Mossdew Town. So if you want to obtain her potions, you have to go there in person to buy them. And even then, there's only a very limited supply each year—it really depends on your luck."
"I rember your route passes through there, right, Silas? You should drop by and check it out."
Naturally, upon hearing this, Silas didn't mind taking a short detour. Especially since Pyro had specifically told him that there were still so potions available.
Silas carried Togepi in his arms as he walked along the narrow mountain path, accompanied by his Blaziken and Gigalith.
anwhile, his Snivy weaved nimbly through the trees and branches using its vines, constantly training itself.
His Pidgeot had already scouted the area ahead and was now guiding the group from the skies above, showing them the way to Mossdew Town.
In the wild, it's important to stay alert and well-prepared. Carelessness can be fatal. Every year, many Trainers go missing simply due to negligence.
When wild Pokémon attack, summoning your partner from its Poké Ball or waiting for them to act on their own takes precious ti—having them already out is far safer.
"Jingle jingle~"
A breeze swept past the group, brushing across both humans and Pokémon. The soothe bell around Togepi's neck rang softly, its clear chi instantly calming the anxiety that cos with navigating rugged terrain.
"Toge-toge~!"
Togepi wriggled in excitent, shaking its little body to make the bell chi again.
Passing through rows of trees and clusters of bushes, the forest suddenly gave way to open space. Silas saw a small town nestled between two low mountains. Houses were scattered in a seemingly random pattern across the village. This had to be the place.
He recalled Pidgeot and Gigalith into their Poké Balls. Those two were simply too big and heavy to be walking into a countryside village.
Silas entered the village with his three remaining Pokémon, walking along the dirt road. People were working diligently in the surrounding farmland.
"Hey there, young man. You must be a Trainer from out of town," an elderly man wearing a straw hat said, wiping sweat from his brow and standing up straight as he greeted Silas.
"Yes, sir. Excuse , is this Mossdew Town?" Silas asked politely.
"That's right. You're here to see Leshy, aren't you? Head straight in, take the third right, and her house is the third one down."
The old man gave the directions effortlessly—it was clear that many Trainers had co looking for her before.
"Thank you very much, sir." Silas pressed his hands together respectfully and followed the given directions.
"That big red Pokémon looks like a Blaziken… and that little green one, must be a Snivy. Looks like another strong Trainer."
Villagers nearby comnted as they observed the Pokémon walking beside Silas. As Starter Pokémon, these two were well-known. Even if the kids didn't recognize them, the adults certainly did.
"Yeah, too bad we can't afford the taxes to get sothing like that for our grandson."
"Well, it's not so bad anymore. Didn't the League issue a new rule recently? You don't need that much money now—you can still get a decent Pokémon. It's enough for a Starter."
"Sure, it's enough… but if that kid really wants to beco a Trainer, ugh, that's no simple dream."
"Being a Trainer sounds amazing, but it's dangerous… and expensive. Sigh."
"By the way, what's that little one he's holding? It's so cute—it'd make a great pet!"
"No idea, I've never seen one like that. Super adorable though. I'll go ask Nurse Joy at Dark City next ti I'm there—I've morized how it looks."
"Good idea! Let know when you get back. If it's possible, I'd love to raise one too."
Silas's arrival stirred up a fresh round of discussion in the village, but the buzz quickly settled as the residents returned to their work.
This happened every ti a Trainer ca through—the sa old lants and hopeful chatter. The only new topic this ti was Togepi.
Of course, if they knew the truth—that the adorable Pokémon they were discussing was rarer than many Dragon-types—their desire to raise one would vanish instantly.
Soon, Silas arrived at a building that looked more like a shop than a ho. As he looked up at the sign, he froze for a mont.
"Traditional dicine Shop"—three large characters, written in traditional Chinese.
It wasn't the aning of the words that shocked him—it was the script.
These characters were in traditional Chinese, not in the "League Language" used throughout this world—an entirely different script, structure, and pronunciation from any language of his past life.
While this world did have languages like English and French, they were treated more like regional dialects. The League Language was the true universal tongue.
But Chinese? And traditional characters? He had never heard of them existing in this world, let alone seen them.
The sight hit him with a wave of surprise.
Suppressing his urgent curiosity, Silas pushed open the shop door.
"Hello? Is Senior Leshy here? I ca to purchase so potions."
The shop appeared empty.
He raised his voice and called out again.
"Young man, there's no need to be in such a rush. You're too restless."
An elderly woman stepped out from the back, dressed in a way that made her look like a herbal witch. In her hands, she held a mortar and pestle.
"I apologize for my rudeness," Silas said, calming himself and giving a respectful bow. "You must be Senior Leshy."
"That's right, that's . At least you're a polite little guy."
Granny Leshy walked over to the counter and set her tool down.
"But don't call 'senior'—it sounds awful. Just call Granny Leshy. Now, what do you need?"
"Ah, right. Granny Leshy, what types of potions do you have available here?"
Silas imdiately adjusted his wording, going with the flow and asking politely.
Granny Leshy gave her forehead a little slap.
"Getting old… I keep forgetting things. Here's the list. Take a look for yourself. Not much left, though. Everyone's limited to one of each item."
As she spoke, she pulled a piece of paper out from under the counter and tossed it to Silas.
Silas took it and began reading.
The nas were all straightforward:
Energy Boost Potions (by type), Energy Recovery Potions (by type), and so on.
Just from the nas alone, it was easy to guess their effects.
"Granny Leshy, I'd like one Energy Boost Potion and one Perception Potion for each of the following types: Normal, Flying, Fire, Fighting, Rock, Grass, and Electric. I'd also like one Revitalizing Powder and one Revival Herb Potion."
Silas had made his selections and listed out his needs.
Granny Leshy skillfully reached under the counter and pulled out the corresponding potions one by one, packing them neatly into a bag and handing them over.
"That cos to 5,900,000 PokéDollars. Thanks for your business. How are you paying?"
So expensive.
Silas had ntally prepared himself, but he still felt a flash of surprise.
This was the price for just one dose of each item, which ant they were single-use only.
If Pyro hadn't assured him that these were worth every coin, Silas wouldn't have been willing to spend this much.
He took out his Trainer Card and gestured to pay via swipe.
Once the transaction was complete, he carefully stored everything into his spatial backpack.
But just as Granny Leshy was about to head back into the room behind the counter, Silas stopped her.
"Excuse , Granny Leshy—may I ask what the characters on the sign at the door an? I've never seen them before."
Silas gave a toothy, sunny smile—the image of a curious and eager young Trainer.
"You're a good-looking kid, but you're kind of slow, huh?"
Granny Leshy didn't stop grinding herbs as she turned and asked him with a smile,
"What's my nickna?"
"The Apothecary."
Silas answered, puzzled.
"Exactly. So doesn't that an it's an apothecary shop outside?"
Granny Leshy looked at him like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Silas was montarily speechless.
"As for never seeing them before, that's not surprising. Those are ancient characters I found in so ruins."
Granny Leshy explained absentmindedly, more to herself than to him.
"The potion recipes were sitting right next to them."
This wasn't so big secret—many people knew about it already.
However, the recipe text was also in those sa ancient characters, which she couldn't actually read.
Fortunately, the diagrams included helped.
It had taken her years of experintation to identify the correct herbs and reproduce the potions.
That's why they were so expensive—each one was her hard-earned labor of love.
"I see… Thank you, Granny Leshy."
Silas nodded in understanding, a light of realization in his eyes.
Granny Leshy shook her head with a chuckle.
"Good-looking boy… but not the sharpest knife in the drawer," she muttered as she walked back into the rear room.
Silas stood silently, thoughts racing, and stepped outside the shop again.
He turned back to look at the wooden sign above the door.
He clearly recognized the three characters: Traditional dicine Shop—in Traditional Chinese script.
Not what Granny Leshy had called it—Apothecary Shop.
That ant she hadn't actually recognized the characters either.
She had just assud their aning based on how people refer to her shop these days.
Ruins…
Silas turned over Granny Leshy's words in his mind.
This world's history was fractured.
He'd noticed it during his studies.
Perhaps due to the presence of Pokémon, many countries and cultures had disappeared without a trace, their records gone.
Silas pressed down the bubbling thoughts in his heart. He knew he wasn't strong enough yet—not nearly.
After all, those who study ancient history in this world are among the most powerful individuals alive.
Compared to the dangers of ordinary wild Pokémon, exploring ancient ruins required even greater strength.
You never know what traps, puzzles, or guardian Pokémon may still be hidden inside.
So Pokémon, particularly Ghost-types or long-lived species, could have survived for hundreds or thousands of years.
And when it ca to preserving strength over ti, the combination of ancient human wisdom and Pokémon abilities made it very feasible.
Most ruins were also located in remote, uninhabited areas, which explained why they remained undiscovered.
The stronger a Pokémon is, the more likely it is to live far away from human settlents.
Silas clenched his fist.
He had to grow stronger.
Strong enough that no part of this vast world would be out of reach.
Only then could he learn more about the true history and mysteries of the world.
And for the first ti… he felt like he had a clear goal.
Rather than becoming stronger just for the sake of it, or settling for a comfortable job within the League pursuing history, exploring ancient ruins, and chasing truth felt far more aningful.
"Blaziken!"
His Blaziken looked over at its Trainer.
It had just sensed a massive shift in Silas's emotions through its Aura.
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