Materials for Crafting Spirit Balls

Moo moo moo!

Just as Aiven was contemplating how to deal with the Rattata.

Beside him, the Ironclad Rhinoceros suddenly let out a warning sound, its gaze shifting to the other side of the bushes.

Without much hesitation, the Ironclad Rhinoceros used its Digging Move, churning up the grass and revealing the figure hidden within.

It was a purple cobra, its body standing upright, with strange black markings on its belly!

Arbok, why would such a dangerous Spirit appear on the outskirts of the Black Forest? Aiven's expression turned grave. Logically, this kind of Spirit should only be found deep within the Black Forest.

Especially Spirits like Arbok, which possess a strong territorial instinct and generally only operate within their territory.

The outskirts of the Black Forest were frequently patrolled by the knights of the City of Ambition. If an Arbok were present here, they would surely know.

Therefore, this Arbok must have appeared on the outskirts of the Black Forest recently, before being discovered by the knights.

Hiss hiss hiss.

The Arbok flicked its tongue.

Perhaps sensing the difficulty of dealing with the Ironclad Rhinoceros, it simply stood erect and watched Aiven, who had retreated from the grassy area.

After Aiven had completely left the grass, the Arbok suddenly lunged from the bushes and swallowed the fallen Rattata in one bite.

Then, the Arbok turned and left. Its purpose for being here was to catch prey; it had no intention of attacking Aiven, who had retreated from the grass.

Watching this scene, Aiven opened his mouth and sighed.

Arbok and Rattata were natural enemies. Even in the real world, the two Spirits were in competition.

It seemed this patch of grass had now become the Arbok's new territory. Aiven hesitated, abandoned the idea of crossing the grass, and headed in the direction away from it.

Having encountered both Rattata and Arbok consecutively on the outskirts of the Black Forest, he grew more cautious, planning to collect the surrounding medicinal herbs one more time before returning.

As he ventured deeper into the Black Forest, he discovered more signs of Spirit activity.

Most of them were Walking Grass, a common Spirit in the Black Forest. Since they lacked much offensive capability, they had not been driven out of the Black Forest.

Next, Aiven spotted some Bug-type Spirits in a tree. It was a black, rubbery worm completely covered in green leaves.

Burmy. The data for this Spirit surfaced in Aiven's mind.

Then, keywords like "steamed" and "fried" suddenly appeared in his thoughts. Well, here, Burmy, like Cherubi, was also a food source.

However, nobles would not consume such disgusting insects; only ordinary commoners would catch these Spirits to eat.

Thinking this, Aiven sighed and stopped looking at the Burmy nestled in its leaf, continuing deeper into the forest. The further he went into the Black Forest, the more medicinal herbs he found.

After advancing a short distance, he would reach his intended destination, where a crucial medicinal ingredient was located. Uncle Darby had seen it there before.

Rustle rustle rustle.

As he was moving, Aiven suddenly heard a rustling sound from the bushes.

He stopped warily and looked in the direction of the sound.

Petilil's heart stirred, and it condensed a Leech Seed, shooting it into the bushes.

Just as the Leech Seed landed in the grass, a blue figure suddenly darted out.

This figure had a light blue head and front body, with a black rear body and tail. Its ears and tail had yellow four-pointed star patterns.

Shinx. Aiven blinked, and saw the Spirit glance at him before quickly darting into the woods. It was incredibly agile, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, Aiven placed his hand on his waist, where he usually kept his Poké Balls. In that instant, he instinctively wanted to throw a Poké Ball to capture this Shinx.

But by the time he reacted, the Shinx had already run far away, leaving him to sigh with a hint of helplessness.

Shinx's final evolved form was Luxray, a Spirit with great potential. Aiven had always wanted to capture one to train.

"What a shame."

Aiven exhaled. It was too late to go looking for the Shinx now.

Moreover, the Shinx had run in the direction of the deep Black Forest, and pursuing it rashly would be dangerous.

"I'll have to wait for another opportunity," he murmured to himself. Aiven walked over to the patch of grass where the Shinx had hidden.

In the grass, he saw a half-eaten white fruit.

"Berry?"

Aiven blinked, then suddenly thought of something, his eyes slowly widening.

This wasn't just any berry; it was an Oran Berry!

One of the most important uses of Oran Berries was to make Poké Balls. Before the advent of modern Poké Balls, those made from Oran Berries were very common.

This technique could be traced back to 400 to 700 years before the modern era, making them the earliest Poké Balls in existence!

However, with the advancement of science and technology, these Poké Balls were gradually replaced by modern mass-produced ones due to the long production time and low efficiency.

But because Poké Balls made from Oran Berries often possessed special properties, the method of making them had been passed down and became an elective course for Pokémon Breeders.

As someone aspiring to become the strongest Pokémon Breeder, he had studied this method of making Oran Berry Poké Balls. He hadn't specialized in it later, but he still remembered the specific crafting process!

He had previously considered making Oran Berry Poké Balls, but after asking Uncle Darby, the man hadn't seen any similar berries, making him believe there were no Oran Berries growing here.

But now, seeing a white Oran Berry with his own eyes, hope rekindled in his heart.

Find that white Oran Berry tree! Aiven shouted inwardly. Glancing at the direction the Shinx had left, he gritted his teeth and led the Spirits to grope their way over.

As they ventured deeper into the Black Forest, he could clearly feel the number of Spirits around them increasing. Besides the common Grass and Bug-type Spirits, he also saw Mukkuru and Buneary here.

The place Aiven was currently in could no longer be called the outskirts of the Black Forest; they had reached its depths, a place rarely frequented by humans.

Even the knights patrolling the Black Forest rarely came to this area, allowing a certain number of Spirits to gather here, forming an ecosystem suitable for various Spirits to live in.