Pokémon from Galar

The fact that this fledgling tit still has some downy feathers suggests that it probably hasn't been born for very long. Perhaps it was really driven out, or perhaps, like Sis-chan, it just hatched in the unfamiliar wild.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

After that, whether Mary agreed to let him join or refused, Ichijo had no objection.

Meanwhile, Mary was also pondering this issue.

With one arm around the chubby baby tit, gently rubbing its soft feathers, the creature didn't look so perverted when it shut its mouth.

Mary was indeed somewhat tempted by the young titmouse's display of skill, whether it was taking off with a tailwind, accelerating and then turning back, or roosting and the divine bird strike.

Although this guy is a bit abnormal, his talent is indeed quite good. At this stage, his lack of physical strength and energy control may seem a bit ridiculous, but once he makes up for these shortcomings, Mary thinks that there is something to look forward to.

"..."

The young titmouse woke up relatively quickly. Although his act of plowing the ground with his face had left him a little dazed, being in a soft embrace and surrounded by a faint, lingering fragrance made him reluctant to wake up.

After enjoying the moment with her eyes closed, even the soreness in her body seemed to disappear. However, no matter how unwilling she was, Chiyamatsuba gradually came to her senses and remembered what had happened before.

So I'm being held in this girl's arms?!

Despite having been so happy with the boasting, when the time came, the young titmouse became timid again, its claws twitching and even its relaxed wings tensing up, unsure of where to put them.

Just as I was still debating whether to open my eyes, Mary's voice rang out.

"Stop pretending to be asleep now that you're awake. And if you snuggle into my arms again, I'll throw you away."

"Chirp chirp—(No, no! I was wrong!)"

Although the little sparrow felt that it hadn't been nuzzling the young lady, it was better to back down first in this situation.

Mary looked at the fledgling titmouse who had opened its eyes in a panic, gently pressed down the pair of wings that were trying to take flight again, and then said:

"Don't move around. You're not feeling well right now. I'll take you to the Pokémon Center for a checkup."

"Chirp... (Oh...)"

The sudden turn of events left the young titmouse somewhat bewildered. Just moments ago, it had been complaining about being nestled in her arms, but now it was turning its head and preventing it from flying away.

Although it is indeed a bit sore and will probably affect flight, the young tits are used to this feeling. They can just bear it for a while, find some tree berries to eat, and take a nap.

If she couldn't figure it out, she stopped thinking about it. The baby tit shook its wings, then nestled obediently in Mary's arms, motionless and not thinking about anything else.

Seeing the young titmouse quickly lie down obediently again, Mary looked at his human-like face and knew what he was thinking. However, if she hadn't asked him to, he wouldn't have plowed the ground with his head.

Mary realized she also bore some responsibility, so she let it go.

"By the way, you're not allowed to use that last move again without my permission."

"Chirp...? (Why?)"

"Your body can't handle such a powerful move right now. You get exhausted after just a few turns in the air, so don't even think about using such a special move."

"Chirp..."

The young sparrow knew that the girl was referring to the somewhat flashy but impractical maneuvering he had used to show off his skills.

In practice, it's difficult to use in real combat because it's too difficult to control. One or two well-prepared back-and-forth maneuvers might be okay, but with high-frequency back-and-forth movements, the young tit is basically just bumping around aimlessly.

So when it was pointed out, the young titmouse thought it had been seen through and began to feel guilty.

Seeing his sullen expression, Mary assumed that her firm order had displeased him, and after thinking for a moment, added:

"If you force yourself to use that Divine Bird Strike with your current strength, it will only cause unnecessary damage to your body. This will be a hidden danger for your future growth. No matter how good the medical conditions are, I do not recommend that you push your body so hard until you evolve into Corviknight."

"Chirp~ (I understand~)"

Hearing the girl's concern for him, Chiyanagi immediately forgot his slight guilt and began to feel happy on his own.

Take a deep breath.

"Chirp chirp—! (Miss, it smells so good—!)"

“...I-chan.”

"Eek! (Leave this guy to me!)"

"Chirp?! (No? Wait! I'm sorry, boss, boss! Have mercy—!)"

Image: "Baby Tit", Location: "Images/1581941345-100143709-104781237.jpg"

P.S.: The description of the Chinchilla in the Pokédex is that it is 0.2 meters tall and weighs 1.8 kg. It is relatively small and round, but its color scheme is not as cute as Rowlet's.

Chapter 46 Sijiang's Strange Jokes

Mary breathed a sigh of relief after receiving the recovered Sparrow from Miss Joey and learning that some of his lingering injuries had been treated.

However, according to Ms. Joey, we still can't be careless. At least in the short term, we can't do too intense training, and we also need to supplement with some diet therapy and nutritional products.

Although she found it a bit troublesome, Mary still wrote down Miss Joey's instructions word for word for future reference.

The baby tit standing beside her tilted its head back, watching Mary diligently taking notes, lost in thought.

During its time wandering around Route 4, Tallow had actually encountered quite a few humans, but unfortunately, most of them preferred rarer and more powerful Pokémon.

As for the Trolltunga, a Pokémon that is practically everywhere in Galar, no one is particularly interested in it.

Sometimes when I'm hungry, I fly to some trainers' camps but get chased away. It's rare to encounter a trainer like Marnie who's willing to share their food with me.

Even after learning about my strange hobby, she was still willing to accept me, help me groom my feathers, take me to the Pokémon Center for treatment, and even take notes so seriously for me.

Perhaps sensing the baby tit's gaze, Mary turned her head to glance at the baby tit standing beside her.

"what happened?"

"Chirp~ (It's nothing! You're the best, Miss! I love you!)"

"..."

Mary's face immediately fell. She shouldn't have expected this freak to say anything nice. She looked away and decided to ignore this guy who was courting death as soon as he recovered from his injuries.

After writing down Nurse Joy's suggestions, Marie checked them again in her notebook before leading everyone away from the Pokémon Center.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Mary, and I will be your trainer starting today."

"Chirp chirp~ (Hehehe, what a cute name!)"

Ignoring the sick baby tit, Mary took out her box of collected bulbs from her backpack and showed it to the baby tit.

Which type of ball do you like?

"Chirp... (This, this one?)"

The young titmouse spotted the peach-pink ball with heart-shaped carvings at a glance. Although she felt a little guilty, her reckless impulses overcame the warnings from her reason.

The bird pecked at the sweet ball, cautiously stealing a glance at Mary's reaction, but unfortunately, it saw nothing on her expressionless face.

"..."

The silent pressure fell on the young titmouse, making it shiver. It quickly moved away a little, its claws darting towards a ball nearby, trying to save itself.

Mary blinked, watching the little tit's actions. She had only hesitated for a moment about whether to use this rare ball, but why had this guy suddenly changed his nature and become so obedient?

However, the Poké Ball he switched to wasn't cheap either; it was a black Poké Ball with orange ring patterns—a deluxe Poké Ball.

Although it's a mass-produced ball, it's priced extremely high because it emphasizes comfort and luxury, and there are purchase restrictions. If it weren't for her brother being the gym leader, Marie would have had a really hard time buying one.

"Are you sure?"

Pointing to the Sweet Ball and Luxury Ball that Chinchilla had just picked up, Marie checked them again. Although she only had one Sweet Ball, it wouldn't matter if Chinchilla used it, since Marie respected her Pokémon's wishes.

"Chirp chirp! (Mmm, I've chosen! This is it!)"

The fledgling tit trembled, but after some thought, it decided to follow its heart and chose the Luxurious Ball, whose color scheme was closer to its evolved form. After all, there was only one Ball with a large expanse of black...

"Okay, this one will do."

Mary took out the deluxe ball, pressed the switch, and enlarged the ball. Then, the baby tits couldn't wait to fly over, pecked at the switch, and crawled inside.

Click—

With the familiar sound, the deluxe ball in Mary's hand stopped shaking.

Marie pressed the switch to release the Tallow, put away the Poké Ball, and then watched the little guy happily flying around and playing beside her.

"Don't fly too far."

"Chirp chirp~ (Mmm~ I understand~)"

With a disgusting tone, the little tit, her eyes narrowed as if they were surrounded by a pink background, snuggled directly into Mary's arms.

"..."

Looking at the fledgling tit that had landed in her arms and immediately looked like a useless bird, Mary's lips twitched, and then she said:

"Your tone just now was disgusting... From now on, I'll just call you a fat otaku."

"Chirp? Chirp! (What? I refuse! I want the coolest name!)"

"Eek—(With your round, ball-like figure, forget about being handsome.)"

"Chirp—?! (What—?!)"

I-chan's perfectly timed sarcastic retort made the little titill freeze, kicking its claws wildly a few times before angrily retorting:

"Chirp chirp—!! (You're talking nonsense! I'm incredibly handsome after evolving! Tall and mighty is the epitome of a Corviknight! I might as well call myself the King of Crows, the strongest Corviknight!)"

"Pfft..."

Hearing the young titmouse's ridiculous name, Mary couldn't help but laugh. She reached out and tossed him into the air, watching him flap his wings and take flight steadily. With a lingering smile, she said:

"Since you love chirping so much, let's just call you Little Chirp."

The young titmouse, stunned by Mary's smile, didn't quite grasp what it had just heard. It simply flapped its wings in a daze, making a sound of agreement.

"Chirp... (Oh, okay, okay...)"

"Huh, you actually agreed?"

Her expression turned somewhat surprised. It was just a joke about the name, and because of its overly feminine pronunciation, she expected this guy to make a huge fuss. She was surprised he actually agreed. Was he spacing out?

"Chirp...? (Agree to what...no! I didn't agree! I can't accept such an embarrassing name!!)"

"Eek~ (But you just nodded, are you going to back out on the first name you've chosen? Didn't you say you were going to name him Raven King? You're going to back out on even the name?)"

"Chirp—(I-I-I—I'll never go back on my word! Who went back on their word? I'm just a little chirp! I'm the future Crow King!)"

"Laru... (Pfft...)"