“You’re saying a Pokémon was watg us while we were ing just now?”

  Wearing an apron, sleeves rolled up, and a mask over his faatsume looked every bit the image of a professional er as he stared in surprise at the Rookidee.

  “Caw, caw, caw!”

  H in midair, the Rookidee nodded fervently, fpping its wings auring with them in an attempt to describe the se.

  “Over in those bushes?”

  “Caw!”

  “Oh, and it’s about the same size as you?”

  Man and Pokémon versed seamlessly, as if there were no barriers.

  As a modern-day transmigrator, having a little cheat ability ractically a given.

  Natsume didn’t have some silly AI system that could turn into his wife, nor did he gain any particurly cool powers. Instead, upon arriving in this world, he had an enter that could only be described as divine.

  He vaguely remembered seeing a Pokémon, one revered as the great deity of Hisui—a lma (scratched out)—no, the creator Arceus.

  In a haze, Natsume had been drawn into a unique space.

  Under an infiarry sky, Arceus’s radiant form shone brilliantly. Its teal-green eyes gazed at Natsume quietly.

  What happened afterward was a blur, but when Natsume awoke, he found his world profoundly ged.

  He could uand the meanings behind Pokémon cries.

  By fog ily, he could see detailed information about a Pokémon.

  His mind had been flooded with a vast amount of then-inprehensible knowledge.

  And he felt a strange energy within him, akin to the power of Aura or Viridian energy.

  Natsume had e tard these ges as blessings from Arceus. Thinking of it that way made them much easier to accept.

  “Caw, caw, caw!”

  The Rookidee on the ground scratched a few marks into the dirt with one cw, trying to vey some information.

  But…

  “I still don’t uand what you’re trying to say.”

  Natsume sighed in exasperation at the abstraess of the Rookidee descriptions.

  What did “walks on two legs like you but has a green head” even mean?

  Could the Pokémon it saw have been something from the Ralts evolutionary line?

  But when Natsume asked if the Pokémon’s body was white, the Rookidee shook its head.

  As for the patterns it scratched in the dirt, Natsume could only shake his head.

  Truly, abstra was a gift—ohat he clearly didn’t possess.

  “Well, let’s set aside that Pokémon for now.”

  “Rookidee, why don’t you go check out the berry grove? Be careful, though.”

  He gently patted the Rookidee's head with a gloved hand before turning back to his ing tasks.

  Earlier, Natsume had checked the water aricity in the house. Though old, everything was still funal, which made the ing process much easier.

  While this two-story house was charming in its design and would undoubtedly be fortable to live in, it was a nightmare to —especially without a Psychic-type Pokémon.

  Although his Butterfree had learned fusion as part of its training, it wasn’t a true Psychic-type, aating small objects was its limit. Precision work remained firmly in the domain of Psychic-types.

  The sun gradually dipped toward the horizon, tinting the sky with hues of amber.

  Thanks to the bined efforts of Natsume and Butterfree, the interior of the two-story house no longer resembled the ed ruin it had been.

  “Good work.”

  Removing his gloves and mask, Natsume pulled a small box from his pocket.

  Inside were translut, jewel-like Pokéblocks. He took out two and hahem to Butterfree.

  Butterfree’s pound eyes lit up as it eagerly clutched the Pokéblocks, nibbling away happily.

  Natsume had made these Pokéblocks himself, modifying the inal recipes to suit his Pokémon’s tastes.

  Ah, thank you once again, Arceus.

  The knowledge that had once been inprehensible turned out to include a treasure trove of Pokéblock recipes and crafting teiques.

  With this knowledge, Natsume could have made a living purely as a Pokéblock craftsman.

  He wasirely sure why Arceus had given him suowledge, but he was deeply grateful.

  Maybe he should build a shrine for Arceus ohe farm and running.

  But what kind of shrine would the creator like?

  Would it appreciate something fshy, like those ayle setups with automatic lights and speakers that pyed Start Dash whenever someone approached?

  …

  On sed thought, maybe not.

  “You too, good work, Persian.”

  At the doorway, Natsume scratched Persian's head affeately.

  Persian leaned into his hand, rubbing its head against him and purring tentedly as its tail swayed zily.

  While petting Persian, Natsume scrolled through his phone tacts.

  “Ah, here it is.”

  He dialed a number beled “Moving pany.”

  Before ing here, Natsume had arranged for his belongings to be delivered to the farm.

  After a brief versation, the moving pany firmed that they would deliver his items the m.

  “That’s settled, then,” Natsume said with a satisfied smile.

  “All that’s left is the farm renovations and initial preparations.”

  Sihe house still smelled damp from the ing, Natsume sat on the ground outside with Persian and Butterfree.

  He flipped through a notebook filled with pns he’d jotted down earlier, updating his to-do list on his phone.

  The notebook outlined everything Natsume believed needed doing, both before his arrival and after iing the farm.

  o the line “ the house,” he added a small checkmark.

  “So, today and tomorrow’s goals are to finish setting up the house, tact a stru pany to start the renovations, and introduce ourselves to the neighbors.”

  Snapping the notebook shut with a satisfied grin, Natsume turo Butterfree and Persian.

  “Let’s do our best!”

  “Brii!” Butterfree responded softly, its wings flutterily.

  Persian, ever the aloof one, didn’t react, though its tail swayed a little faster, softly thumping against the ground.

  “Caw, caw!”

  A familiar cry rang out from the sky.

  “Looks like our little scout is back.”

  Dusting off his pants, Natsume stood and stretched.

  Ah, to be young again.

  Even after a full day of ing, he still had energy to spare.

  If this had been his previous, overworked corporate self, he’d have been pletely drained just from sitting at his desk all day.