Is there a possibility that the other party was once a powerful Champion-level Trainer, who in the long journey of a Trainer found this life too dull, so they gave up everything and returned to their hometown to farm with their Pokemon partners?
The rural reemployment of a retired Champion.
This is truly... leaving one a bit speechless!
To be able to give up fame and status, how firm must one's heart be to choose such a path!
Indeed, a Trainer with such a steadfast heart can't be swayed by shallow wealth.
You could tell from him abandoning the match at the New Star Tournament.
At this moment, Mike completely gave up the thought of persuading the other party. He could only sigh regretfully, "How wonderful it would have been if I'd met you sooner!"
Naoki: "..."
Why did he suddenly not understand what the other person was saying?
After a moment of silence, Naoki gave up thinking and instead began to bid farewell, "We need to go. If you have time, you can visit Naoki Ranch in Porto Marinada Town of the Paldea Region. We will welcome you warmly then."
Paldea Region... Naoki Ranch in Porto Marinada Town...
Mike silently etched this location in his heart.
Naoki said no more, nodding to him before turning and heading downstairs with Koraidon and Calyrex The King of Bountiful Harvests.
Koraidon confidently hoisted that large bag of Corviknight Feathers.
The reason was simple, Naoki was too weak and couldn't lift it.
Every time at moments like this, Naoki couldn't help but feel that Koraidon was really reliable!
Before night fell, they reached Wyndon City Station.
To return to the Paldea Region, they first needed to head to Hulbury Town and transfer to a ship.
The steam trains of Galar Region were incredibly fast, taking only four hours to reach Hulbury Town Station.
By now, it was already five in the evening, just in time for the last ship heading to the Paldea Region to depart.
With Koraidon and Calyrex The King of Bountiful Harvests, Naoki quickly bought the boat tickets.
As they ran to the deck, the sun was already setting, the evening glow spread across the sky, pouring onto the sea.
The ship's horn sounded melodiously, heading towards the distance as if chasing the sun.
Behind was the gradually receding Galar Region, accompanied by the ship's journey, the streets, ports, scenery, pedestrians, and lighthouse of Hulbury Town started to blur.
Naoki stood on the deck, watching that scene. Calyrex The King of Bountiful Harvests and Koraidon stood beside him, together gazing towards Galar's direction.
"This journey to Galar truly brought a bountiful harvest!" Naoki thought contentedly.
Not only did he capture the long-dreamt Glastrier and Spectrier, even Calyrex The King of Bountiful Harvests chose to leave with him.
Moreover, he witnessed the legendary Pokemon Zacian and Zamazenta siblings and received a complete set of authentic Sinistea and Polteageist tea sets.
Truly delightful!
However, what pleased Naoki more was that he could finally go home, finally see everyone at the ranch again.
This time away took quite a while, he wondered how everyone at the ranch was doing.
Did any challengers come to challenge Gogoat's Grass Trial?
Has Tinkatink's hammer been crafted?
Has Naclstack evolved into a rock giant?
In winter, the ground doesn't grow pasture. Without fresh pasture, does the Miltank still eat comfortably?
Has their jointly established Pokemon Tavern had new Pokemon visitors?
Have the traveling Mew and Teddiursa sent new postcards and gifts back?
As the weather gets colder, Combee and Butterfree must have already retreated early into the warm Glass Greenhouse, right?
The answer to all this, Naoki passionately wanted to know.
He missed everyone at the ranch, just as they missed him.
Calyrex also watched the gradually receding Galar Region.
All kinds of past events resurfaced before its eyes.
The once-prosperous Galar Land, humans offering tributes believing in it, the disaster that engulfed the entire region, the coronation ceremony at Crown Shrine.
Then its power depleted, falling into slumber, separating from its beloved horse, waking up to find itself having forgotten many things due to overusing its power, wandering alone across the vast snowy plains.
Calyrex's gaze was calm, looking into the distance like a Wise One weathered by the years.
In its early life, it experienced so much; even the harshest of times couldn't wash these memories away, just like the bricks of the Crown Shrine, retaining their freshness despite the storms.
What happened after that?
In Calyrex's mind, the past continued to appear.
One day, it suddenly felt a faint belief coming from a distant land.
At first, it was quite confused.
But as time passed, that belief grew from a small spark to a brilliant flame.
That was the sound of a devout little believer praising its name on that land.
Calyrex's expression was gentle and kindly.
It closed its eyes and then opened them again moments later.
So it is! The past cannot be pursued!
Now, it's no longer the King of Galar worshiped by humans.
From now on, it, just like the little believer, is simply an ordinary farmer.
All the kingly responsibilities faded away like a tide, at this moment, Calyrex felt an unprecedented ease.