Pokémon: Farm Story

In the darkness, Ogerpon's little head drooped slightly, its silhouette faintly visible.

Although it was unclear what had happened, the Pokémon seemed downcast.

Perched by the window, Minccino and Buneary curiously observed the unfamiliar Pokémon from afar. They seemed to silently agree: if all went well, this little one would likely join the farm soon.

Watching Ogerpon sulking alone in the shadows, Natsume decided to act. He rummaged through his cabinet and retrieved the pokéblocks he had prepared earlier that afternoon.

There were about twenty different types of cubes, including ones suitable for all Pokémon and several specifically for Grass-types. After all, aside from Bug-types, Grass-types were the most common Pokémon in the wild.

Natsume always believed in being prepared. You never knew when these would come in handy.

Carefully portioning the cubes into small bags, he sealed each one neatly and placed them into a single package. When he looked up again, Ogerpon was no longer sulking but watching him with a mix of envy, unease, and longing.

The moment their eyes met, Ogerpon froze.

Its entire body stiffened, as if caught by a paralysis move. Then came a wave of panic, and the urge to flee took over.

But as it turned to leave, it hesitated.

Remembering Natsume's previous gentle demeanor, Ogerpon cautiously glanced back. Through the window, Natsume held up the small package, looking genuinely concerned.

There was no malice in his gaze.

Sensitive as they were, children and Pokémon alike could instinctively detect ill intentions.

And Pokémon, like children, were often pure-hearted beings.

After a moment of hesitation, Ogerpon turned back, inching out of the bushes.

Step by step, it cautiously approached the window, all while keeping a watchful eye on Natsume, ready to bolt at any moment.

Natsume noticed this and deliberately slowed his movements, ensuring he wouldn't frighten the wary little Pokémon.

"Hello there, Ogerpon," Natsume greeted softly as the Pokémon neared the window.

The sudden sound startled Ogerpon, making it flinch. But after a couple of seconds, seeing that Natsume remained still, it timidly replied, "Hmmm…"

Hello.

"My name is Natsume. I run this farm," he said gently, stretching an empty hand out the window. "Would you like to be friends?"

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Ogerpon hesitated, but after a brief pause, it quickly darted forward to lightly touch Natsume's hand before retreating to a safe distance.

Its tiny heart raced as if it had just accomplished a monumental feat.

In its mind, the barrier of wariness had now largely dissolved.

First steps were always the hardest.

"Would you like to come inside?" Natsume invited.

Ogerpon hesitated again but shook its head to decline.

Natsume didn't mind at all. He had merely extended the offer to see what would happen. A refusal at this stage was only natural.

Building trust took time, just like developing any relationship.

"Here," he said, holding out the small package of pokéblocks. "I made these this afternoon. Would you like to try them? I'd love to hear your feedback."

Although it felt a little awkward to say, Natsume couldn't deny it—he was quite fond of Ogerpon.

Who wouldn't like a cute and tiny Pokémon like this?

Yes, he admitted it openly.

He was drawn to Ogerpon's charm!

And he was unapologetic about it.

Better to be honest than to act aloof, pretending not to care while secretly longing. The era of "tsundere" attitudes was long over.

Watching Ogerpon cautiously sniff the package, its eyes lit up with excitement. It eagerly nodded and reached out, carefully clutching the small bag to its chest.

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, Ogerpon pulled out two small glass beads from… somewhere.

"Hummm!"

It squeaked, offering the beads to Natsume.

Natsume quickly realized what Ogerpon meant. If Natsume was upset about anything Ogerpon had done before, the beads were meant to make amends.

"You don't have to," Natsume said with a chuckle. "Didn't you already leave me one of these last time?"

Relieved, Ogerpon's face lit up, and it quickly stashed the beads back into its bag.

This human… is a good person!

Ogerpon gazed at Natsume with sparkling eyes, its trust solidified. It now knew, without a doubt, that this human was unlike anyone it had encountered before.

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