Whether in Pokémon gas or the ani, they never shut the fuck up about how the most important thing when interacting with Pokémon is building a "bond."
It's a cliché that players have heard so many tis their ears have grown calluses.
But hearing about it and actually experiencing it firsthand are two completely different fucking things.
It wasn't until this very mont, seeing the adorable little Ralts smiling through her tears, that Lorze truly felt the emotions of a Pokémon. They really weren't any different from humans; they felt joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, except their minds were generally far more pure and innocent.
With such an incredibly cute little creature, what possible reason could he have not to love her?
Since Ralts was now his Pokémon, her problems were his fucking problems. If he ever got the chance in the future, he would absolutely take her to find her mom.
And if they actually managed to find her, he might even have the chance to own two Gardevoirs~.
Cough, cough. Of course, having a sexy mother-daughter Gardevoir duo wasn't what he cared about at all. He primarily just wanted to help reunite the mother and daughter, it was as simple and wholeso as that.
Lorze gently hugged Ralts's tiny body a little tighter, already able to feel her growing dependence on him.
At the sa ti, he pulled out his phone to briefly check the local map, looking to see if there was anywhere nearby that could be considered a lake. He didn't think he'd ever heard of any lakes in this area, right?
It wasn't until he constantly zood out on the map, scanning the surrounding regions several tis, that he finally spotted a lake located a massive distance away from here.
Holy shit...
This was way too fucking far; it was practically deep inside the wilderness zone.
The wilderness nowadays was insanely dangerous. If you blindly rushed in completely unprepared, even if you were lucky enough to avoid an attack by high-level Pokémon, just stumbling into a swarm of Beedrill would be enough to get you brutally killed several tis over.
How the hell did this little Ralts manage to run all the way here from that far away? With his current capabilities, attempting to escort her back there would be nothing short of suicide.
It looked like taking her to find her mom anyti soon was completely off the table. He'd have to at least beco an Elite Trainer before even considering it.
He could only make Ralts wait a little longer.
...
As Lorze successfully stabilized Ralts's emotions, a faint, almost imperceptible smile appeared on his mother's lips.
It seed her son actually had quite a talent for seducing lolis. With this, she wouldn't have to worry about the Ralts running away, right?
She could finally raise her with peace of mind...
However, the mont she rembered that Ralts was a Psychic-type Pokémon, her newly ford smile stiffened.
She had to admit, Psychic-type Pokémon were notoriously a total bitch to raise.
Actually, back when her son first called to say he had caught a Ralts, even though she didn't really believe him, she still went ahead and looked up the basic cultivation thods for Psychic-type Pokémon.
In these breeding regins, even if you completely ignored all the various Pokémon training fees and move-tutoring costs, just the bare-minimum maintenance to keep the Pokémon growing properly was a massive, crippling expense for their family.
First off, to guarantee the most basic growth of a Psychic-type Pokémon, every single al required at least one bottle of authentic Miltank Moomoo Milk and one Berry rich in Psychic-type energy.
That didn't sound too bad, right?
Just a bottle of milk and a piece of fruit.
But do you have any fucking idea how much a bottle of Moomoo Milk costs?
A single 300ml bottle was 50 bucks. You needed to feed her three bottles a day, which ca out to 4,500 bucks a month.
And a standard Psychic-type Berry also cost 50 bucks a pop, which ant another 4,500 bucks a month.
Added together, just Ralts's food expenses alone would run them 9,000 bucks a month. And that was rely to ensure her absolute baseline growth; if they wanted her to grow into an elite specin, they'd have to increase the dosage.
At the sa ti, training a Pokémon inevitably leads to injuries, right?
Pokémon inevitably get sick too, right?
That was another massive expense.
If, God forbid, the Pokémon they painstakingly spent hundreds of thousands to raise ended up getting killed in a battle, they would lose every single fucking penny they invested.
And Lorze's mother's monthly salary was only 6,000 bucks. Even if the entire family starved themselves and stopped eating, it wouldn't be enough to cover Ralts's 9,000 buck grocery bill.
Now do you understand why they say poor commoners raising Pokémon is a pipe dream?
It really wasn't sothing just anyone could afford.
Of course, a major part of this was that cultivation materials for Psychic-types were inherently way more expensive. If it were any other common Pokémon, the breeding costs would be much lower, at least half as much.
His mother felt a bitter sting in her heart. Naturally, she was ecstatic that her son had managed to catch a Psychic-type Pokémon, but she had no idea how long her life savings would last them, or if it would even be enough to raise this Ralts into a Gardevoir.
As long as she could evolve into Gardevoir, her son could at least go work part-ti as a sparring partner at a Battle Dojo, which would massively alleviate their family's financial burden.
She had to admit, just making the firm decision to raise a Psychic-type Pokémon was a brutally difficult choice for a family like theirs.
However, after pondering deeply for a long ti and staring at Ralts's pure white Shiny coloration for a while, his mother finally made a "ruthless" decision.
She wasn't going to follow the standard "Basic Psychic-type Cultivation Plan" to raise this Ralts. After all, she estimated that even sticking to the bare-minimum plan, her savings wouldn't last very long anyway.
In that case, she might as well go all-in and raise her using the absolute best premium plan available, and try to cultivate a decent amount of combat power in the shortest ti possible.
She believed that if this Ralts was raised right, she could help her son climb the social ladder and cross class boundaries in the future.
Coupled with the fact that this was a pure white Shiny Ralts—if nothing else, the gimmick alone was extrely strong and would easily draw massive public attention.
Therefore, she didn't actually need to fund her all the way to a Gardevoir. She only needed to raise her to the point where she could win so small-scale official tournants.
As long as they could get the pure white Ralts's face flashed across the dia and snag a few wins, they might just be able to pull in so corporate sponsorships. With sponsorships, they would naturally have the funds to continue her developnt.
As for what they'd do if they completely failed to secure any sponsorships...
What else could she do but smile bitterly?
It was never easy for poor people to cross class lines anyway. Success was never guaranteed, but if you didn't want to live at the absolute bottom of society like a rat your entire life, you had to risk it all on a gamble.
No one is ever truly content living at the bottom of the barrel forever, let alone condemning their children to that exact sa hell.
Other families didn't even have the opportunity to make a gamble, whereas they had hit the absolute jackpot and caught a pure white Ralts, giving them the ultimate catalyst to change their destiny. She had to consider that this might be the one and only chance her son would ever get in this lifeti.
You have to realize, a Pokémon's fastest growth phase is during its infancy. If they didn't seize the ti to gamble right fucking now, once Ralts's growth rate stabilized later on, they wouldn't be able to gamble even if they wanted to.
They absolutely had to exploit this critical window of opportunity!
However... even though it was a gamble, they obviously couldn't do it brainlessly. She still needed to evaluate the true potential of her son's Ralts first. If her potential was solid, truly capable of forming combat power in a short ti, then they would go all-in.
But if her potential was just diocre, destined to only ever reach the level of a generic Gardevoir, then they would just stick to the basic cultivation plan.
His mother quickly drafted this cultivation plan and sent it to her son via text, telling him to spend about a week testing the Ralts's potential before they made their final, irreversible decision.
After reading it, Lorze gave a slight nod. He heavily agreed with his mother's plan to gamble it all, because he definitely didn't want to live a miserable life of poverty forever. Otherwise, what the fuck was the difference between him and a basic Bug Catcher NPC?
It's just that he didn't expect his mother to play such a high-stakes ga, actually planning to dump her entire life savings into Ralts's early-stage growth. If they failed, they wouldn't even have the funds left to evolve Ralts into a Gardevoir later on.
This was an insanely massive gamble!
If they lost this bet, they'd literally lose the pants off their asses.
But so be it. If they lost, that was fine too; he could just abandon his delusions early on and quietly accept being an ordinary, diocre nobody.
Either change your fucking destiny, or accept it.
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