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The forest was silent, bathed in the pale glow of the moonlight.
Natsume picked up the Poké Ball lying quietly on the ground, feeling a mix of relief and exasperation.
"Tsunderes are such a hassle... If you'd just turned around earlier, I would've known!"
He had go of his way to sider Eevee's feelings.
Turns out, he'd beehinking it all along.
Ihe Poké Ball, the grimy Eevee looked around nervously.
It she air, catg a familiar, f st.
Through the Poké Ball, it could see the outside world.
It gnced up at Natsume, then quickly looked away, feigning indifference as it y down and closed its eyes.
I’m just a little tired.
I’ll take a nap now... and pretend I didn’t see anything.
Eevee thought to itself, exhaustion washing over it as its eyelids grew heavy.
Natsume and Haunter exged a look, both scratg their heads in unison.
"What should I say now?"
"Haunter?"
"Eevee, I choose you!"
Uepped forward, kig the Raticate that ying dead, and scratched his head.
"So we wronged Eevee st time... But why did Eevee show up here again?"
Natsume smiled. "Maybe it wao prove itself."
Eevee couldn’t expin itself, so driving away the Raticate was its way of repaying Natsume.
What it didn’t expect was running into Natsume here again.
The little one had almost lost its posure, barely managing to bare its teeth. Thankfully, Natsume didn’t see it cry.
"I’ll take this Raticate to the Pokémoer."
Uncle pulled out a Poké Ball, muttering, "Living the easy life, way better than being up in the mountains!"
A beam of red light engulfed the Raticate, and the Poké Ball shook three times before falling still.
With that, the matter was settled.
Natsume’s biggest gain was this slightly tsundere Eevee.
The sky was dark, and Eevee had just been through a tough battle. Natsume decided to let it rest a bit longer.
While Eevee slept, Natsume sed its moves with his Pokédex.
[Eevee – Normal TypeAbility: AnticipationMoves: Growl, Sand Attack, Tackle, Tail Whip, Quick Attack, Swift, Bite]
This Eevee seemed to be a loner, not part of any herd, and its move list didn’t include "Helping Hand."
Still, aside from the Fairy-type move "Baby-Doll Eyes," it had mastered everything else quite well.
This Eevee had plenty of battle experience, as even Haunter had nearly been outsmarted during their first enter.
It was clear the little one had been through a lot on the mountain.
"You’ve been through a lot," Natsume murmured with a smile. "From now on, I’ll take care of you."
The Poké Ball shook slightly.
As the review week came to an end, Natsume had to return to school for his final exams.
Before the exams, there was also a fan touro attend, making his schedule quite packed.
After breakfast at home, Natsume bid his parents farewell and boarded the bullet train back to Tokyo.
...
Orain, Natsume scrolled through his phone, surprised.
"Wow, made it to the top of the Lifestyle category!"
"Natsume-sensei’s Night Kit" had defeated "Professor Samuel Oak’s Backyard" to cim the top spot in the Lifestyle category, drawing a flood of attention.
"No way, no way, is Natsume-sensei really a jack-of-all-trades tent creator?"
"Legit binge-worthy tent."
"I thought Natsume-sensei’s gamepy was eaining, but who knew he was actually a chef?!"
"Wait, who’s this handsome guy? Give us baatsume-sensei!"
Ihan a week, the new program had surpassed a million views, and the system’s task was marked as plete.
[Task: ‘I’m Not a Jack-of-All-Trades tent Creator’Objective: Reach the top of any video category (excluding Gaming)Reward: 2000 BP Points, Programming Lv3, Silk Scarf *1his task be repeated.]
[Programming Lv3: Profit in various on algorithms and programming nguages; increases the probability of code running successfully by 40% when errors occur.(You see that old man jogging? He’s actually a 25-year-old programmer who loves sports.)]
Natsume’s eye twitched.
"Are you sure... this skill won’t make me go bald?"
[Ding—All skills provided by this system are free of side effects. Please use them with fidence.]
Natsume sighed in relief but remained cautious.
"I ’t use this skill too often..."
"If the probability fails, it’ll be a disaster!"
The other reward was the [Silk Scarf].
[Silk Scarf: A smooth, luxurious scarf that slightly increases the power of Normal-type moves. (A limited-edition colboration piece. You deserve it.)]
Natsume stroked his .
"I’m starting to think this system has some kind of iory check fun."
He had just caught Eevee, and the random reward happeo be an item perfect for it.
While it might be pseudo-random, in this era of big data, even systems had to keep up with the times.
...
Back at his Rented apartment.
Before Natsume could even pull out his keys, Haunter reached its hand through the door.
Click—
It turhe handle from the inside and gri Natsume.
Haunter: (o???)
Natsume’s mouth twitched. "You’re an outw now?!"
Breaking aering had never been so ve!
Onside, Natsume released Eevee from its Poké Ball with a flicker of red light.
The sleepy Eevee yawned, rubbing its eyes with its dirty paws.
"Eevee?"
Suddenly, its ears perked up. Seeing it was Natsume, its stiff tail slowly lowered.
It wagged owice, then stopped.
Natsume smiled. "This is your new home now!"
"Eevee."
Eevee half-opes eyes, gng around unimpressed before letting out a yawn.
"Haunter!"
Haunter chuckled, stepping forward with a boxer’s pose to greet Eevee, only to get bitten immediately.
"Haunter?!"
Hauared in shock at its bitten hand, tears welling up in its eyes.
"This feels oddly familiar..." Natsume muttered, rubbing his .
The little one was still wary, pag nervously around the living room as if pnning an escape route.
Natsume pulled out the Silk Scarf and held it out to Eevee. "Here, a gift for you."
"Eevee?"
The little oilted its head, its big, round eyes looking up at Natsume with fusion, utterly adorable.
"It’s a present, just for you," Natsume said with a smile.
Eevee paused, then quickly turs head away, leaping onto the windowsill with an air of disdain.
Natsume wasn’t deterred. He easily grabbed the scruff of Eevee’s neck.
"Eevee! o(≧口≦)o"
The little oruggled, but it was more for show.
Natsume gently tied the soft Silk Scarf around its neck, finishing it off with a cute bow.
Seeing that resistance was futile, Eevee pouted but relutly accepted.
Eevee: （○｀ 3′○）
Natsume let go, and Eevee gracefully jumped down, shaking its head.
Notig the pristine white scarf getting dirty, a flicker ret crossed Eevee’s eyes.
It bit down on the scarf, carefully pg it to the side before retreating to a er.
"You don’t like it?"
"Eevee."
Eevee shook its head, then licked its dirty fur, lifting its head with a stubborn expression.
Natsume thought for a moment, stroking his .
"How about a bath?"
Eevee’s face turned red as it struggled to hold back, finally letting out a low purr.
"Eevee..."
