"Gulp, gulp, gulp!"
Sato drained the entire glass of Moomoo Milk in one go. Don't know whether it was the milk's effect, but after finishing it, he felt completely refreshed, as though the whole world had become a wonderful place.
He looked at Haunter and the others, who had also finished enjoying their Moomoo Milk. They were sprawled on the ground in utter relaxation, their faces full of contentment.
"So? The milk from this old man's farm isn't just empty boasting, is it?" Master Yasumura said comfortably after finishing his own glass.
"It does ease mental fatigue. Thank you for the hospitality," Sato replied.
"Grandpa! Can Twenty-Seven is throwing another tantrum! My Miltank can't stop it!" A pink-haired little girl ran in just then, panting as she spoke.
"I told you not to provoke it. Were you being naughty again?" Nagamura raised his hand as though he wanted to tap the little girl on the forehead, but lowered it halfway.
"I didn't do it on purpose," the little girl said, looking pitiful.
"Sato, come take a look with me."
"Alright."
When they reached the ranch, Sato immediately saw several Furret on guard surrounding a Miltank that was rolling around wildly, preventing it from causing further damage.
"Clefable, use Gravity!"
"Clefa~"
Nagamura released another pink Pokémon. The instant it appeared, invisible gravity was precisely imposed upon the Miltank, immediately slowing its rolling body.
"Clefable, Aromatherapy! Help Can Twenty-Seven calm down!"
"Clefa~"
A refreshing fragrance spread through the air. Not only did the rolling Miltank stop and gradually settle down, but even the surrounding Furret and the frightened Miltank all became quiet.
Only then did Sato notice that the Miltank called Can Twenty-Seven was highly unusual. Its skin was actually light blue!
A very rare Shiny Pokémon!
"Hahaha, little Sato, my Can