First Generation Trainer

"Aiven, Aiven!"

Just then, Aiven suddenly heard a shout.

His gaze swept over and he saw it was Tessy's son, Peter. In his hand, Peter was holding a rope, the other end of which was tied to the leaves on the head of a Walking Grass.

Speak of the devil, Aiven thought with a chuckle, and quickly walked over to meet him.

"Here, this is the Walking Grass you wanted," Peter handed the Walking Grass to Aiven, then asked doubtfully, "Aiven, are you really going to use Walking Grass to make potions?"

In his understanding, Magical Beasts like Walking Grass, which absorb nutrients from the soil, were like pests that needed to be cleared from the orchard.

Seeing Peter say this, Aiven smiled helplessly, "No, I'm collecting Walking Grass because I want to raise them, to have them protect the farm."

"Raise them?"

Little Andy, who had run over when he saw someone approaching, overheard their conversation and his eyes immediately lit up.

He knew that for a long time now, his big brother Aiven had been raising Petilils and Cherubi, which made him very envious.

"Mm, it's an experiment," Aiven said with a smile.

Little Andy immediately showed an eager expression, "Can I raise a Walking Grass too?"

Aiven fell silent for a moment. Thinking that a Walking Grass shouldn't harm little Andy, he nodded and continued, "But you have to earn its recognition yourself."

Upon hearing this, the little guy cheered, turned, and quickly ran towards the Walking Grass in the meadow. He felt that the timid little creature would be a good target; they had met several times before.

As for the Walking Grass in his brother Peter's hand, he felt it wasn't his farm's Magical Beast and it would be difficult to approach.

"How about it, do you want to try too?" Aiven looked at the thoughtful young man before him. Peter was one of the few young people in the village, and Aiven felt he could develop him well, perhaps he could become a first-generation Trainer.

Peter hesitated for a moment before shaking his head. It wasn't that he wasn't interested in becoming a Magical Beast user, but he wondered if the Walking Grass before him could even be considered a Magical Beast.

In his imagination, his Magical Beast had to be tall and mighty, like Uncle Darby's Luxray.

Thinking this, he suddenly saw the Ironclad Rhinoceros in the field and couldn't take his eyes off it. That was the perfect Magical Beast in his mind!

Taking the Walking Grass from Peter's hand, Aiven didn't force the issue. After thanking him, he took out a Healing Potion and handed it over, saying with a smile, "Thanks."

Looking at the Healing Potion in his hand, Peter was stunned and quickly refused. He had seen Aiven's contributions to the village during this time. How could he accept a Healing Potion just for catching a Walking Grass!

"It's fine, take it."

"If you find any more Walking Grass in the future, please help me catch them too."

Aiven said with a smile, the value of a Walking Grass was far greater than a Healing Potion.

After much persuasion, Peter finally accepted the Healing Potion with a sigh, but he also promised that if he saw a Walking Grass, he would definitely find a way to catch it.

After Peter left, Aiven fell into thought. He wondered if he could post a bounty for information on Walking Grass movements. That way, he could quickly gather a large number of them.

Nai nai.

As Aiven was thinking, the Walking Grass in his hand began to struggle violently.

The little creature looked exhausted, likely having struggled quite a bit in Peter's hands earlier.

"Alright, stop struggling, I'll let you go soon."

Aiven said as he placed the Walking Grass on the ground. At the same time, he saw the Walking Grass in the meadow run over to check the situation.

Behind the Walking Grass, little Andy ran over, panting, a look of disappointment on his face. The Walking Grass had completely ignored his request.

"Alright, Walking Grass, you are free now."

"You can leave now, or you can choose to stay in this Fruit Grove. No one will drive you away anymore."

Repeating what he had said to his own Walking Grass earlier, Aiven untied the rope around the Walking Grass's neck.

Hearing Aiven's words, the Walking Grass that had chosen to join the farm began to persuade its companion.

Before long, two Walking Grass were seen walking together towards the meadow.

The Walking Grass that had just been freed still looked somewhat skeptical, but upon entering the meadow and feeling the strong vitality there, it was completely won over.

That makes two Walking Grass, Aiven thought happily. It seemed his plan to cultivate the Walking Grass's three-powder technique would need to be put on the fast track.

Beside him, little Andy was already eyeing the other Walking Grass, approaching it with a friendly smile, intending to build a good relationship with it and have it willingly become his partner.

After playing for a while, the Petilil returned to Aiven's side. Playtime was playtime, but the little guy hadn't forgotten his goal of becoming stronger.

Aiven was very satisfied with the Petilil's self-discipline. To become stronger, diligent training was essential, and everything before him needed enough strength to protect!

It was still morning. The Petilil first trained its Deadly Poison Technique, followed by its Absorb Technique and Leech Seed.

After a long period of training, the Petilil's Absorb Technique could now be projected outwards, forming a beam of light to attack and absorb the opponent's stamina.

As for Leech Seed, after observing Aiven making potions last time, the little guy had gained some insights. Using the motto "concentration is essence," it successfully compressed its Grass-type energy into a seed.

Next, the Petilil needed to control this seed, allowing it to take root and sprout, becoming a true Leech Seed.

With the vitality contained within the Dig technique and the boost to its special attack for Grass-type Spirits, the Petilil found it easier to control the Leech Seed. It wouldn't be long before it fully mastered the Leech Seed technique.

"Next, I need to strengthen its execution."

"For this, Mukkuru can serve as a very good practice target."

"And through combat practice, I can also give this stubborn fellow some special coaching. How can it possibly learn the Tackle technique with that method of just crashing into trees?"

Aiven mentally planned the Petilil's next training steps. As a modern person, he fully understood what the strength of a Spirit represented.