Milotic: I Think There Might Be Something Wrong with Their Brains

Yes, my name is Magikarp.

I am a Pokémon covered in shimmering golden light, destined to become the Dragon King in the future.

Within Thunderclap Lake, the golden fish shadow swam greedily through the incomparably pristine waters.

It formed the starkest possible contrast with the helpless appearance it had worn when it was first caught and brought here.

In truth, Magikarp's not-so-bright mind was also filled with joy at the moment.

With a flick of its tail, Magikarp changed direction as it swam and blew out a few bubbles.

After being placed in the lake for just one day, it had already completely adapted to its "captive" life.

Rather, it would have been strange if it had not adapted.

Though the lake was nowhere near as winding as a creek in terms of length, its depth was on an entirely different level.

Even if nets blocked off areas it could not squeeze through, all it could do was drool as it watched the farmed fish there gradually grow plump.

But staying here was far better than living in the wild, where it went hungry one meal and full the next.

The benefits were simply too numerous to count.

The clarity and cleanliness of the lake water were unlike anything Magikarp had ever seen. It felt as though even the slightest swim continually purified both its body and soul.

Every day—no, according to the Milotic reluctantly "taking care" of it, three meals were provided here each day.

That meant it no longer had to worry about going hungry.

Then there was that enormous rock at the bottom of the lake. It was completely different from ordinary stones. Whenever it got close, it felt as though a warm current was flowing through its body.

Instinct told Magikarp that this Damp Rock was