The next day, Qing Mu woke from his soft bed and habitually stroked Bulbasaur's head beside him. "Good morning, Bulbasaur!"
"Bulba, Bulba~"
Bulbasaur yawned and greeted Qing Mu in return.
As a Martial Soul, whether Bulbasaur slept or not did not matter much, but he still retained the habits of a Pokémon.
Those habits made Qing Mu feel even more deeply that Bulbasaur was different from other Martial Souls. He was a living creature, as though a starter Pokémon originally meant to be chosen by a new Trainer had suddenly crossed over and become his Martial Soul.
Knock, knock~
Just as Qing Mu finished dressing and was washing up, a voice came from outside the door. "Guest, I'll leave your breakfast at the door. Please eat it soon, or it'll get cold."
"Mm, got it. Just leave it there!"
After replying to the attendant, Qing Mu looked at Bulbasaur and called, "Bulbasaur, get our breakfast."
"Bulba, Bulba~"
Bulbasaur nodded, then extended his vines to open the door. He curled the food left outside in his vines and placed it on the table in the room.
Qing Mu, who was still washing up, was already used to the sight.
Though Bulbasaur did not have hands like a human's, in some ways, his Vine Whip was far more convenient than human hands.
Bulbasaur's Vine Whip could do anything human hands could, and it could also do things human hands could not.
Before long, Qing Mu finished washing up. Looking at the food on the table, he smiled faintly. "Not bad."
A quarter of an hour later, Qing Mu and Bulbasaur left the room. Qing Mu said to the young attendant in the lobby, "The breakfast was quite good. This is the room fee for these past few days."
As he spoke, Qing