Bck Knight of Paldea

  Chapter 3

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  June 25, 198 - Medali

  By the time discussions were done, there were already streaks of red staining the blue sky.

  Caln couldn’t help but to stretch the moment he closed the door behind him, relishing the loud pops in his body after having sat down the entire afternoon, when-

  Thud!

  Caln blinked as he felt something run into his leg.

  Looking down, he saw a small blond haired girl sitting on her butt, her eyes wide with shock, before they started watering a little. Behind her, were two other kids, one of who was clutching some sort of mask, while both of them had worried looks, “Bi-Bianca! Are you okay!?”

  Caln subtly did a double take, was it that Bianca? The one from Unova?

  No way? Was he about have a meet-a-Progatonist moment all those guys from fanfiction did~?

  That was a joke.

  At this point, he had already run into the actual people from the game before, he was even personally acquainted with quite a number of them, but it was always a pleasant surprise to see people from your childhood upfront and personal each time.

  Furthermore, Bianca was a super common girl’s name, the odds of encountering the actual person right now, right here, was probably lower than his odds of transmigrating a second time.

  Concealing his surprise, he knelt down with some difficulty and looked the girl once over to make sure the girl hadn’t skinned her knees or something, before he offered one hand to the girl, “You okay there?”

  The little blond-haired girl, puffed her cheeks up and tried her best not to start crying, sniffed as she took the proffered hand, “I’m sorry Uncle -sniff- We-we were pying and I-I wasn’t looking where I was running.”

  Uncle… His lips twitched a little. He wasn’t even twenty yet.

  “Heee~” the girls all shrank away after taking one look at his face.

  No, why?

  He wasn’t even frowning or anything.

  One of the kids behind her, the one with the mask nodded anxiously as if afraid he was angry, “Th-that’s right, we-we were pying Bck Knight!”

  The moment he heard those words, his lips started twitching even harder.

  That just seemed to make the two other girls shrink back even more, while Bianca sniffled, and her eyes began watering again.

  “Alright, alright, it’s fine as long as you’re not hurt.” Caln finally said as he helped Bianca up, “Don’t cry, or you’ll look like a puffy panda ter. Try not to run into anybody else either.”

  The three girls shared one st look of surprise, as if they were expecting him to scold them or something, before they timidly nodded to him and ran off.

  As he silently watched them run off, he could only sigh quietly and walk towards the nearest post office.

  The hair was the right colour, but he didn’t really remember her well enough from the games to definitively tell. Not to mention, although he had pyed all the games, the ones he remembered the least were undoubtedly Bck & White and X & Y. His issue with the Unova region was mainly because he had been busy with university in real life when it had been released. So, he had rushed through it quite a bit.

  As for Kalos… well, put simply, the camera sucked. It was to the point where he had headaches just from trying to look around Lumiose. So, he had barely rushed through the game once and never touched it again.

  He also had no idea if she had ever mentioned being in Paldea at this age. As for the age… she looked younger than ten for sure. Which put the Unova plotline within 10 years at the test.

  Well, it wasn’t anything he didn’t already know. Besides, he wasn’t pnning on doing something about it either.

  Pokémon wasn’t the kind of game that had a bad ending, and the same went for the Unova games, so nothing would happen even if he just munched on popcorn on the sidelines.

  At worse, he just felt a little bad for Kyurem.

  Not to mention, he wasn’t some Protagonist of a fanfiction that had a definite bad end and needed to interfere to save himself. He was just the trash mob trainer on the side who had no system and had slogged through eight years of Pokémon with nothing to show for it.

  Sniff~

  Oh shit, he had mocked himself so much, he was going to cry.

  Putting on his best Garian stiff upper lip, Caln reached the post office, scrawled a quick letter to his brother and sent it off with the soil report analysis and weather reports for the past year before he set off on Corviknight once more.

  So much trouble just to send one letter and some documents out of Paldea, Caln grumbled to himself as he enjoyed the soothing evening wind.

  Don’t get him wrong, after eight years, those payphone things from the anime existed already, the ones where Ash and Co. regurly used to contact Prof. Oak, and they could transport both Pokémon and documents with just a click of the button.

  Problem was, they were only avaible at certain pces right now, and even if he installed one at his new home, he knew that the ranch back home didn’t have one installed yet so it would be point… hmm… why didn’t he just pay for it to be done?

  Alright, the next time he talked to Milo, he’d try and suggest it.

  Until then, while Squawkabillies were widely avaible for in-region post, he was still limited to the post office who used specially trained Pokémon for out of region posts.

  Well, things should get better within a year or two, he remembered things getting a lot more convenient after the Pokedex was released, starting with mobile phones in the form of that Poke gear thing in the Silver & Gold games.

  When they arrived at the farm, instead of immediately recalling Corviknight, he pulled out all the Poke balls hanging on his belt instead and released the rest of his Pokémon.

  With eight bright fshes of light, more Pokémon appeared, immediately making the desote estate decidedly more lively.

  A Sirfetch’d, his first starter, originally give to him as a Garian Farfetch’d by his brother. The Sirfetch’d, missing its sword and shield leeks, nodded weakly and just remained sitting, a rge bandage was wrapped around its chest.

  A Gengar huffed happily and began floating around him in circles, its way of greeting him, his second starter who he had obtained as a Gastly from the Pokémon Centre in Turffied.

  A Galde stood straight and tall, but unlike most other Galde’s this one was blindfolded and reddish scars could be seen peeking out from under its bandaged arms, indicating that the damage was recent. The spikes that had originally extended to its elbows had been snapped off in combat, so Galde was hugging them like a pair of short swords instead.

  A Dragapult calmly hovered next to him, as if it was taking comfort in his presence, two Dreepies poking out of the missile ports on its head and waving at him happily.

  A Gabite immediately came over to hug his leg with happy chuff and Caln smiled weakly as he patted Gabite’s head that felt like rough sandpaper.

  A Garian Weezing and a Foongus grunted and muttered respectively.

  Finally, majestic looking yet ghostly horse pawed the ground and nuzzled his face, a Spectrier.

  In total, he carried nine Pokémon with him, 3 more than the League recommended limit. Key word being, ‘recommended’. Unlike in the games, there was no way to enforce a six Pokémon limit on trainers, at least not until the Pokedex became more widespread he assumed.

  “Come on,” He beckoned to the Pokémon, “It’s time for dinner.”

  Bending over, he picked up the Sirfetch’d with a grunt, pausing briefly to bury his face in Sirfetch’d’s warm feathers. Sirfetch’d only grumbled lightly but let him do as he liked as it shifted into a more comfortable positioning in his arms.

  His smile faltered a bit but before he could say anything, Galde had already felt his emotions and poked him in silent admonishment.

  Shoring up his smile, Caln nodded as they approached the cabin.

  ‘Dee, Deedee, can you bring out the pots and curry powder?’ He sent the thought out with a mental push, knowing that his two Indeedee had already felt them arriving.

  Two tendrils of Psychic energy entwined with his mental push and responded with affection and affirmation.

  Working together, Gabite quickly and happily threw some wood together before setting it alight with a small burst of fire while Caln stacked some sturdy sticks together above the fire as a makeshift hanger.

  The cabin door opened to show two Indeedee with two massive pots, stacks of ptes and a bag of curry powder along with an absolute mountain of seasonings, sausages and fresh vegetables floating in mid-air around them.

  Nodding in thanks, he helped the two Indeedee quickly and efficiently hang the two pots over the fire before he filled one with water and curry powder. The filling and seasonings were set aside to be added to that pot ter.

  The second pot was filled with washed rice and water.

  “Alright, now that that’s done, everyone come around!” Caln called out to the Pokémon that were scattered around the area as a basket filled with brushes, rags glowing with bright purple Psychic energy came flying out of the cabin.

  Seeing that, the brother Indeedee promptly began filling another basin with soapy water.

  First, he began combing through Sirfetch’d’s feather with a wet comb, the duck like Pokémon weakly nodded and let out a quiet sigh of comfort. He carefully undid the bandages to reveal a featherless area around a deep wound in Sirfetch’d’s chest that was surrounded with dark purple veins like cracks, evidence of a terrible battle.

  Caln swallowed thickly while the other Pokémon silently watched in commiseration as Caln cleaned the wound tenderly and redressed it with fresh bandages.

  It wasn’t like he didn’t want to do something about the wound; Sirfetch’d had already spent more than a month in the Pokémon Centre in Goldenrod City, Kanto, then another in Hammerlocke, Gar. Both Nurse Joys had informed him that they had already done everything they could for his Sirfetch’d, but the damage was too great and Sirfetch’d would likely never be able to battle again.

  He had taken another month to search for any way to help his Sirfetch’d heal, much to his futility.

  During that period, he had even mocked himself that he had become one of those trainers; the ones with permanently injured Pokémon and were basically only there to wait for the MC to come around with their miraculous systems and show off that they could do what even modern medicine could not, like Alder or even Arwen.

  In a st-ditch attempt, he had decided to come to Paldea and see if there were any signs of the Herba Mystica in the spots he remembered.

  He had been devastated to find nothing. Instead, he was able to learn that the original researchers had first taken the Herba Mystica out of the Great Crater nearly 200 years ago and attempted to cultivate them artificially when they had been stolen by the local Pokémon.

  All at once, he had felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulder.

  This wasn’t the game; this was real life.

  The Tera energy that was constantly being unleashed from the Great Crater meant that even if the Herba Mystica from the games were not here yet, all he had to do was find some Titan Pokémon or Tera Raid Battles somehow, and there should be some Herba Mysticas nearby for him to harvest.

  Worst come to worst, he would find a way to infiltrate the Great Crater itself and harvest the Herba Mystica from there directly, even if he had to personally kick Koraidon and Miraidon’s asses at the same time.

  It was during this time that his parents had contacted him about taking over the estate near Medali City. Figuring he had nothing to lose by using the estate as a base of operations, he had agreed and immediately began to act under the cover of a trainer who just wanted to retire while quietly gathering information on any possible Titan Pokémon sightings as well as ways to enter the Great Crater of Paldea.

  Once he was done grooming Sirfetch’d, he began to help Galde wipe itself down. Together, they even cleaned the broken elbow spikes. New ones would eventually regrow, but until then, Galde’s combat power had significantly decreased. And that wasn’t even including the fact that his Galde had been blinded.

  He wasn’t entirely sure if Herba Mysticas could do anything about that, but there was certainly no harm in trying. Worse come to worse, he would just help Galde find an entirely new way to fight.

  Abandonment didn’t even occur to him.

  Sensing his thoughts, Galde squeezed one of his hands and held it to his forehead in thanks.

  Once Galde was clean and fresh, he began to wipe down his most calm and gentle Pokémon, Dragapult.

  Unlike most Ghost types and Dragon types, his Dragapult was… put nicely, calm and gentle.

  Put less politely, it was air-headed and sometimes cked the motivation to train until he cajoled or bribed it with some berries and delicious food. So it was a little weaker than his main three battlers, however that was fine since Dragapult was usually reserved for more covert battles anyway.

  Gengar on the other hand, was utterly mischievous and enjoyed nothing more than pying pranks on him and the other Pokémon. Nothing permanent, but it loved to steal their Berries and held Items, hiding them for a day or two before openly giving them back, gleefully giggling when the other Pokémon finally realized something had been taken.

  In short, it was a troublemaker, yet Gengar was also an extremely reliable partner and was one of his strongest Pokémon, being one of three that had managed to reach the Elite Four level, the other two naturally being Galde and Sirfetch’d.

  Of course… that also meant that his battle power was basically down to a third of what it used to be.

  Another good reason to hide out in Paldea for a bit, Caln supposed.

  Once Gengar was clean and happily floating around again, Caln took a moment to check on the rice and curry before moving on to Corviknight.

  Just like its fellow bird type Pokémon, Caln slowly brushed through its glossy feathers. They looked like normal feathers, but Caln to do it careful since they were strong enough and often sharp enough to cut him if he wasn’t paying attention.

  Once he was done brushing Corviknight’s feathers, he used a rag and some wax to polish Corviknight’s breastpte and helmet until they shone in the dark with a mirror finish, reflecting the dancing light from the campfire.

  Moving to the next Pokémon, Caln swapped his rag for a thick horse brush with tough, hard bristles.

  The ghostly horse Pokémon neighed affectionately as he brushed its waving floaty mane. Privately, Caln felt a little pointless and more than a little comical doing so because brushing Spectrier’s mane felt like he was just waving the brush through cold mist honestly.

  Might as well just use a vacuum.

  Well, as long as Spectrier was happy, he was fine with it, he reckoned.

  Brushing its fine light purple coat on the hand, gave him more satisfaction. Although it had the same cold misty feel, much like how it felt to wipe down Dragapult and Gengar, at least it was solid, and he could feel the muscles flexing under his touch.

  Once that was done, Caln took a moment to check on the curry. Seeing that it was bubbling nicely, the raven-haired man threw in all the other ingredients, mushrooms, a couple of leeks for Sirfetch’d, apples for Spectrier and sausages before moving on to clean Gabite.

  Like an overly energetic puppy, Gabite had been alternating between hugging his feet, bouncing off to run around in circles, then running back to hug his feet. Once it realized that it was it’s turn for a scrubbing, it practically began doing flips on the spot.

  Caln had to stifle a smile, as far as he remembered, Gabite’s should be more composed and dignified, but his Gabite was a complete puppy. All it cked was the fur and the tongue-hanging-out while panting…. Also, puppies didn’t usually tear off your skin whenever they nuzzled you.

  Each time Gabite came near, Caln had to put on a yer of psychic energy to prevent Gabite from sanding his skin off with each hug.

  Honestly, this was already a significant improvement from when his Gabite had been a Gible.

  Back then, Gible absolutely refused to stop chewing on everything within biting distance, and he had not only been forced to keep a yer of Psychic energy on Gible at all times, he had even resorted to wiping all his stuff down with bitter apple sauce to stop Gible from chewing him out of house and home.

  Taking out another short haired brush with tough bristles from the wash basket, Caln began brushing Gabite down from head to toe. Unlike with Spectrier, brushing Gabite felt more like he was grinding down a boulder that insisted on sitting on his p.

  And when he began to brush Gabite’s red tummy, one leg began kicking the air as Gabite melted into a puddle of draconic drool.

  Wiping off the sweat from the effort of grinding down on Gabite’s rough skin, Caln moved on to Weezing and swapped the brush for another rag.

  Weezing’s top hat wobbled affectionately as he started wiping it down. Of all his Pokémon, Weezing was the basically the local neat freak, despite its Poison typing. It even took its top hat off specifically for Caln to meticulously brush and clean.

  It might sound ironic, but it made sense if you knew that the Garian Weezing was currently extremely favoured by Garians for their absorption properties and used them extensively to scrub the environment clean.

  In the real world, it had taken decades for environmental sustainability to start showing any effect after the Industrial Revolution, but here, it barely even took five years, and it was practically all entirely thanks to the Garian Weezing.

  Eight years ago when he had just started out on his journey, Gar had been a polluted mess, but after a certain someone had dealt with a bunch of politicians and aristocrats, a certain Mr. Rose had taken advantage of it to encourage environmental consciousness, and factories began winding down while people made more and more effort to repair the environment, focusing on more sustainable activities and energies.

  Part of those efforts had included using Weezing and Koffing to absorb all the pollutants, smog and dust in the atmosphere, to the point where they had developed Garian forms and were naturally inclined towards absorbing and processing pollutants.

  Once his Weezing was satisfied and its bumpy skin was practically glinting with a mirror finish, Caln moved on to his st Pokémon. In direct contrast with Weezing, Foongus completely failed to care whether it was clean or not. In fact, being dirty just made its Poisons and Spores that much more effective. But it still stood still and chirped happily as Caln brushed it.

  Weezing and Foongus weren’t exactly part of the main battle team, but they were both an extremely important part of his overall battle style, so he never neglected them even though most people wouldn’t consider them particurly strong Pokémon.

  Once he was done with Foongus, he looked over to the two Indeedees.

  “Deedee, c’mere,” he called out with a wave of the hand.

  Deedee who had been stirring the two pots with her psychic power perked up at his call, threw the dles over to her brother and promptly trotted over to him, sitting down on his p with a bright and happy grin.

  Caln just smiled and began to comb Deedee, enjoying her absolute love and affection for him. It didn’t take long, his Indeedees were already the type to keep themselves clean and neat in the first pce, but he loved to brush them down anyway and so did they.

  Once he was done with Deedee, she swapped pces with Dee, though not with some reluctance.

  Dee shyly let Deedee psychically pull the dles from him, before he trotted over to Caln, but much to Caln’s amusement, absolutely refused to sit on his p like his sister had.

  Once all his Pokémon were clean and happy, the curry was long done and Caln carefully doled twelve ptes of curry and rice out, nine for his Pokémon, two for the two Indeedees and one for himself.

  Honestly… just from seeing the overwhelming amount of curry and rice had just made, and the two fuck off massive pots, he could totally understand why the Pokémon League recommended that each trainer only keep six Pokémon with them at all times.

  If he assumed 1 poke dolr to be equal to 1 yen, and the average office worker in this world earned 3,000 poke dolrs per month, then the cost of feeding all eleven of his Pokémon per meal was equal to five months of the average office worker’s sary.

  For further reference, the average trainer just starting out only received 1,500 allowance per month from the League (Kanto, Johto, Hoenn and Sinnoh. He wasn’t entirely clear on Unova or Kalos, but since they had their own Leagues, it probably wasn’t too far off from the others). This allowance would scale further with the number of badges, but generally it was more than sufficient for six Pokémon.

  Trainers from Gar who didn’t have a League (and presumably Alo, since they didn’t have a League at the moment either), only received minor discounts when buying Pokémon feed, room and board at the Pokémon Centre and other miscelneous supplies (Poke balls and Potions not included).

  Even raising only two Pokémon had been a massive and continuous struggle at the time.

  If he hadn’t gotten rich early on and didn’t have two Indeedees with him to help with everything, he probably would have quit being a trainer long before today.

  As he looked down at his pte of curry, as expected, there was no ‘Plink’s, windows or chat logs.

  Well, he hadn’t really expected much from it anyway.

  It had just been for verification.

  Seeing all his Pokémon chowing down on the freshly made Curry, Caln winced at the brown sptters going where before he just shrugged and started eating as well.

  He would just have to wipe them down again afterwards.

  Preferably before he bathed.

  That night, after a long and enjoyable bath, Caln found himself rexing on the porch of the cabin, wearing nothing but a cool singlet and shorts, staring mindlessly up at the starry sky. It wasn’t time to sleep yet, but a ck of entertainment meant that all he could do was daydream.

  At least until Dee came over holding a bunch of letters that he recognized from earlier that day.

  “Dee dee dee?” You still haven’t replied to any of the letters. Would you like me to reply to them on your behalf?

  Caln just waved one hand, “Just give them the usual copy and paste, ‘Fuck off’.” He was already too exhausted to bother with anyone else.

  Dee’s little pout became even more pronounced than usual as it let out a resigned sigh, “Dee.” Which Caln understood as “Of course.” Then flushed a little as Caln ruffled his hair affectionately.

  As the brother Indeedee waddled back into the cabin, Caln also knew that Dee, being the responsible little butler that he always was, would never do something other than what he had said, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t phrase it a little more politely and interpret his ‘Fuck off’ as ‘I’m sorry, but I’m busy. Let’s meet up when my schedule is less packed’.

  Honestly, his Indeedees deserved all the love and glomps in the world for being able to deal with him so proficiently.

  Sighing to himself, Caln got up and patted his pants.

  “Oi, it’s time for bed.” He called out to the Pokémon still roaming around.

  His Pokémon gnced back at him and began reluctantly making their way back to him one by one for him to recall each one into their Poke balls. He didn’t want to keep them in their Poke balls either, but quite frankly, there was no space in the studio style cabin for more than 3 people and until there were fences around his property, he didn’t want them to be sleeping outside.

  Even the two Indeedees only had a small cot each, next to his bed. And once they were more mature, even those cots wouldn’t be enough anymore.

  The st Pokémon to come back was Spectrier, but before he could recall it, the Spectrier looked around and neighed loudly.

  ‘Is this the pce you promised?’

  Caln paused and smiled softly as he brushed Spectrier’s mane, “Yep, I saw you running around. Did you like it?”

  Neigh~ ‘It’s not cold. But there are no pnts or carrots.’

  Caln smiled at that, “No, not yet. But I pn to start pnting soon. Once there are more trees and carrots here, we can bring Calyrex and Gstrier over.”

  Spectrier shook its mane disdainfully with a loud neigh that Caln transted as, ‘Hmph, Calyrex is fine, but who cares about that wild runt?’

  Caln could only smile at that.

  If his system came with an inspection feature, he had no doubt that it would be showing:

  Name: Spectrier

  Status: Tsundere

  Above Spectrier’s head.

  Unfortunately, he didn’t have such a convenient system, so he could only pat Spectrier, “Alright, alright. Time for bed. We can start tiling the pce tomorrow after the contractors get here. You’ll be plenty busy by then.”

  Neigh~

  Packing all his poke balls back onto the belt hanging behind the cabin door, Caln sighed and prepared himself for bed.

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