Pokemon: Farm Story

On the farm's battle arena, Corvisquire was locked in combat with a Pokémon belonging to a young trainer from the nearby town.

After the initial buzz surrounding Natsume's farm subsided, life gradually returned to its peaceful daily routine. Now, only a handful of trainers who had already planned to travel through this area stopped by for casual challenges and to restock their supply of Pokéblocks.

The farm's Pokémon participated in battles purely out of interest. If they wanted to fight, they joined; if not, they stayed away. Most of the time, a Mightyena would inform Natsume if someone came to challenge, and Natsume would relay the message to Pokémon interested in participating.

The top three Pokémon with the most battles were the shiny Furret, Corvisquire, and Gardevoir.

Yes, Gardevoir often joined battles as well.

In contrast, her older brother Gallade wasn't particularly fond of fighting—especially these seemingly meaningless skirmishes. If Gardevoir hadn't joined the farm later than the others, she would likely hold the record for the most battles.

Additionally, after arriving on the farm, Gardevoir secretly picked up a trick from Zorua: the "Farmer's Triple Punch." When faced with an opponent she didn't like, she unleashed a seamless combo of status-reducing moves followed by a barrage of Fire Punch, Ice Punch, and Thunder Punch to grind down her opponent.

It was unclear if this devious streak was part of Gardevoir's personality or if she'd picked up bad habits from others on the farm. After all, the farm was home to many mischievous troublemakers.

Natsume wanted to claim they were all well-behaved, but even he couldn't say that with a straight face.

At the edge of the battle arena, Gardevoir was currently watching Corvisquire's fight while accompanying her younger siblings. She originally planned to use the match to teach them battle strategies.

However, after a while, Gardevoir realized she might have made a mistake.

Why does this bird talk so much?!

"Caw, caw, caw!"

Corvisquire flapped through the air, chattering incessantly.

To the opposing Gloom, Corvisquire's endless banter was more damaging than the physical attacks.

This was no longer a Pokémon battle—it was personal harassment!

Enduring the pain from its wounds, Gloom inhaled deeply, its mouth puffing up before firing a flurry of glowing seeds.

Bullet Seed!

The seeds, sharp and fast, shot at Corvisquire like a machine gun firing at an airplane.

Corvisquire dodged gracefully, carving elegant arcs in the air. At the same time, it unleashed multiple Air Slashes, each one slicing through the air toward Gloom.

Dark blue wings glowed as Corvisquire dived.

"Caw!"

Aerial Ace!

Cry for your weakness!

Laughing maniacally, Corvisquire rocketed toward Gloom like a firework. Its glowing wings slammed into Gloom's face, leaving its already battered features further distorted.

The direct hit sent Gloom flying like a kicked ball, bouncing across the ground before it struggled to stand.

"I surrender!"

The young trainer, clearly worried, ran over to call off the fight.

Though he was concerned, he hesitated to step into the arena. Unlike Pokémon, humans couldn't shrug off a few Air Slashes—they'd be in serious trouble.

Hearing the word "surrender," Corvisquire ended its assault and landed gracefully.

Strutting like a proud rooster, it tilted its head and gave Gloom a condescending sideways glance. Occasionally, it added a smug caw or two.

Its language was too offensive to translate, but Gardevoir was already regretting bringing her siblings to watch.

If any of them picked up these habits, Gardevoir might actually kill Corvisquire.

One of her younger siblings seemed particularly intrigued. Gardevoir quickly pressed her hand against the curious Ralts's head.

"Garde!"

Don't learn that! Forget everything you just saw!

"Ralts?"

But it seems really useful.

Ralts, chewing on her tiny hand, found the trash talk intriguing. Gloom had started off composed, but by the end, it had completely lost its cool.

This seemed like a skill worth mastering.

Ralts silently decided to practice in secret later.

Satisfied with Ralts's apparent compliance, Gardevoir finally relaxed—until commotion broke out behind her.

Turning around, Gardevoir saw Corvisquire enveloped in a dazzling white light.

"Garde?!"

Now? Of all times?!

Panicked, Gardevoir teleported to find Natsume.

After quickly explaining the situation—though it sounded more like "wa-wa-wa"—she grabbed Natsume's hand and teleported them both back.

"What's going on?"

Still holding a box of supplies, Natsume barely had time to react before being teleported to the battlefield.

The sight of Corvisquire glowing with evolution energy immediately made the situation clear.

"Oh, so Corvisquire's evolving."

Setting the box aside, Natsume walked over.

Even in the middle of its evolution—one of the most critical moments of its life—Corvisquire couldn't keep quiet, endlessly spewing its signature trash talk.

If its current power level had been higher, it might've already declared something outrageous like, "I reign supreme across time!"

When the light faded, Corviknight stood proudly before Natsume.

Its indigo-blue body gleamed with a metallic sheen, each feather resembling finely forged steel. It looked like a majestic knight clad in armor, exuding strength and authority.

Corviknight lifted its head high, its gaze embodying the aloofness of a tyrant—part disdain, part smugness, part mockery, and a small hint of…

…panic.

Darn it! I didn't expect to evolve so soon!

Corviknight had planned a dramatic line for this moment, but now it couldn't decide which one to use.

"From this day forth, I shall soar above the heavens!"?

Or maybe… "I am the God of a new world!"

Shoot, this was harder than expected.

For the first time, Corviknight felt sweat dripping down its steel feathers.

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