Villagers' Reactions

On a grassy field, a Gloom sat on a rock, lost in thought.

Its gaze fell upon the Walking Grass playing in the field. Through their conversation, it had learned about their lives in the human farm after leaving the forest.

That human, who didn't show any disgust towards it, was truly an incredible person.

After his training, the Walking Grass could even learn Sleep Powder, which seemed impossible to the Gloom.

For so long, the Walking Grass tribe had continued to exist, and only after evolving, when the grass on their heads transformed into petals, could they master the Sleep Powder move.

The Gloom found it truly difficult to understand how the Walking Grass could condense powder from their leaves without petals, until it learned that Aiven possessed a special potion called Flower Dew Potion.

With the special potion, the Walking Grass could learn Sleep Powder, which was truly magical and incredibly important for their tribe.

However, to learn the Sleep Powder move, they had to return to the farm with this human, and the Gloom still had reservations about it.

Looking at the expectant glances from its companions, its heart grew heavy. It could tell that its companions desperately wanted to go to the farm with that human and learn the Sleep Powder move.

What should it do? Should it, because of itself, prevent its companions from pursuing the life they desired? The Gloom repeatedly asked itself.

"Gloom, are you thinking about your smell?"

Just as the Gloom was lost in thought, it suddenly heard Aiven's gentle voice by its ear.

Seeing Aiven approach, the Gloom instinctively wanted to retreat, but Aiven had already sat down beside it.

After a brief period of interaction, the Gloom was certain that Aiven truly didn't mind the smell it emitted, filling its heart with emotion.

Sitting quietly on the rock, the Gloom glanced at Aiven, unsure how to answer for a moment.

"Actually, you don't need to worry at all." Aiven smiled, then, to the Gloom's disbelief, said casually, "The smell you have can actually be hidden."

With a whoosh, the Gloom stood up, looking at Aiven with an excited gaze.

It didn't doubt Aiven's words. Since Aiven could make the Walking Grass learn Sleep Powder, it was entirely possible that he could help it control its smell!

"There are actually several methods."

"The first method is evolution. As long as you can evolve into a Vileplume or a Bellossom, your smell will disappear."

Hearing Aiven's words, the Gloom was taken aback. Evolve? It could still evolve?

"Of course, this method is a bit difficult." Aiven continued, because for the Gloom to evolve, it would also need an Evolution Stone.

If it were in his past life, buying an Evolution Stone wouldn't have been too difficult as long as he had money.

But in this ancient era, the value of Evolution Stones was not recognized, so there was no industry built around them. They would probably only be obtainable through the most primitive mining methods.

Just as the Gloom's mood sank again, Aiven said, "However, I can teach you Sweet Scent, and then you can control your smell through Sweet Scent."

Sweet Scent. The Gloom's eyes sparkled a little. Just hearing the name, it loved it. Scent and all.

"Alright, do you have any more concerns?" Aiven smiled, then extended his hand towards the Gloom again, "So, are you willing to leave here with me?"

This time, the Gloom did not refuse. It nodded heavily at Aiven.

Immediately, cheers erupted from the forest. Clearly, those Walking Grass were also paying attention to the situation!

Aiven was also very happy to get the Gloom's reply. The Walking Grass tribe led by the Gloom now numbered over 80.

Thinking about this, he still felt a twinge of regret. If he had come to the forest earlier to find these Walking Grass, their numbers could have increased significantly. This made him grit his teeth at those Rattata.

However, after losing their Rattata leader, those Rattata had become scattered and disorganized again. This area of the Black Forest should be able to return to normal order.

After a short rest, the Walking Grass squad set off again.

Through their collective Sleep Powder, all the Spirits that dared to block their path fell into a deep sleep. For a time, the forest became quiet.

The Gloom followed behind with its tribe, witnessing the combat power of the Walking Grass squad along the way. Its eyes sparkled, and it was filled with anticipation for the life that awaited them.

Evening.

Aiven led the trained Walking Grass out of the Black Forest.

A total of over a hundred Walking Grass entered Orange Fruit Village in a grand procession, attracting the attention of the villagers.

But as soon as they approached, the villagers smelled the Gloom's odor and involuntarily stopped in their tracks, staring in astonishment at the Gloom, which was surrounded by the Walking Grass.

"It's Gloom."

"Good heavens, why did Aiven bring Gloom into the village?"

"Ugh, it's so smelly, Aiven must be crazy?"

The villagers stopped in the distance, pointing and discussing the Gloom, causing its expression to change, and it lowered its head in self-consciousness.

"Everyone, please disperse."

"I think the fruit in your orchards is almost ripe, isn't it?"

Aiven glanced at the Gloom and said softly to the villagers in front of him. The Gloom's smell was indeed strong, and it was understandable that the villagers would gossip.

Hearing Aiven's words, the villagers' faces immediately lit up with smiles. They were clearly happy about the fruit in their trees that was about to ripen.

They looked at Aiven, then at the Gloom, and then said nothing more before dispersing.

After the villagers left, Aiven comforted the Gloom, "Don't mind them."

The Gloom nodded and followed Aiven into the farm. Along the way, it left a faint odor, causing villagers passing by to avoid them.

Upon returning to the farm, Uncle Darby, who had received the news, rushed over. Regarding the Gloom's smell, he merely waved his hand and gave Aiven a questioning look.

Aiven gave him a look that said "I'll explain later" and led the Walking Grass towards the pasture.

Upon seeing the lush pasture before them, the Walking Grass's eyes were instantly captivated. As they entered the pasture and felt the vitality within, all the Walking Grass cheered. This was their new home!