Another half a month passed.
Although winter still hadn't ended and no heavy snow had fallen from the sky, life in Orange Fruit Village seemed to have returned to normal.
The berries in the orchards had ripened again, and some villagers had already started organizing the fourth harvest in Fruit Village. This meant another big windfall for them.
Around the village, young people dressed like hunters could be seen from time to time, carrying farm tools and patrolling the village like soldiers.
Each of them had a Walking Grass at their side, accompanying them on their patrols.
During this time, it was as if the villagers had gotten to know Walking Grass all over again.
No one could have imagined that the Walking Grass they'd despised would one day successfully protect the village. The power they'd shown was astonishing.
When he heard that the villagers wanted to help protect the village, Aiven had thought of his plan to train the first generation of Trainers.
He had the young people choose a Walking Grass to patrol with, and encouraged them to build a good relationship over the course of the winter.
Once winter was over, if they'd managed to form a good bond, he would hand the Walking Grass over to them to raise.
Then he could teach them a few lessons and show them some simple methods for raising Pokémon. That would mean his plan to train the first generation of Trainers was already halfway to success.
After that, all he had to do was come up with Poké Balls, and modern Pokémon Trainers would be born!
Just thinking about it filled Aiven with excitement. Nothing could stir his heart more than raising a group of Trainers himself in an ancient world.
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