With a fsh of white light, a brown-gray feathered Pokémon with a yellow bill appeared before Naoki.

  It held a long leek in its wing, its chest and abdomen covered with a yer of soft, milky-white down. Its yellow webbed feet supported its fident stanbsp;

  Three distinct feathers stood on top of its head, and a bck "V"-shaped mark on its forehead gave its expression a resolute, determined look.

  "This is… Farfetch'd?!" Naoki's eyes widened in disbelief.

  His mind raced back to the Farfetch'd that had once brought a bundle of leeks to Mew and Teddiursa during their travels st year.

  "Could it be the same one?" Naoki wondered aloud, staring at the Pokémon.

  The Farfetch'd before him clutched its leek firmly and gazed back with steady resolve.

  Naoki cautiously greeted it, "Hi? Hello?"

  The Farfetch'd nodded sharply and quacked, "Quack!"

  Naoki was taken ababsp;

  "Wow! This Farfetch'd is so cool!" he thought, his excitement barely tained.

  "Are you a friend of Teddiursa and Mew?" he asked curiously.

  "Did they invite you to e live on the ranch?"

  "farfe?" 'Huh?'

  Farfetch'd seemed momentarily fused. It shook its feathers out and theured animatedly with its leek, trying to expin something.

  Naoki, puzzled, turoward Calyrex, who was lounging on the sofa.

  "Could you help me out here?" he asked.

  Calyrex nodded, inviting the Farfetch'd to sit on the sofa. Using telepathy, the Pokémon King helped transte Farfetch'd's story.

  As it turned out, this wasn't the same Farfetch'd that gave a bundle of leeks to the ranch before. That had been another Farfetch'd that Teddiursa and Mew had entered on their journey.

  This particur Farfetch'd had been living in a dense forest, tirelessly training near a waterfall. It had been striving to perfect a teique called the "O Ssh," aiming to sever the waterfall itself in a sirike—a pursuit it called the ultimate mastery of the "Leek Bde" skill.

  Unfortunately, its training had reached a bottleneo matter how hard it tried, it couldn't break through to the level.

  Five days ago, the Hero Exploration Team stumbled across it while it was deep in thought at the waterfall.

  Teddiursa and Mew, notig its troubled expression, asked why it seemed so downcast.

  Farfetch'd reted its struggles:

  "Farfetch". "My training has stalled. I 't make any progress, no matter what I do. I'm not sure how to move forward."

  Moved by its determination, Teddiursa and Mew listened carefully and shared stories of their travels, including their own goals and challenges as part of the Hero Exploration Team.

  The Farfetch'd was deeply inspired by their tales of helping those in need. Over a shared meal of berries, Mew and Teddiursa made a suggestion:

  "Teddi". "Why don't you visit Naoki Ranaoki and Pokémon there will help you grow stronger."

  Enced by their words, Farfetch'd had made the jouro the ranch, determio perfect its teique and finally slice through the waterfall.

  When its story ended, Naoki and Calyrex exged astonished gnces.

  "Slig through a waterfall?" Naoki asked incredulously.

  "With that leek?"

  Farfetch'd narrowed its eyes at Naoki's skepticism. Its gaze gre, and it held its leek aloft.

  Then, in a blur of movement, Farfetch'd sshed downward with lightning speed.

  All Naoki saw was a fsh of white light. When his eyes adjusted, he realized that a gss sitting on the coffee table had been split perfectly in half. The edges of the cut were smooth and fwless, evidence of incredible precision and skill.

  Naoki stared in awe.

  "This Farfetch'd is… amazing," he whispered, pletely blown away.

  "What kind of move was that?" Naoki excimed, still reeling from the dispy. "One-Word Ssh or Cut? That was incredible!"

  The Farfetch'd calmly held its leek in a ready position, its expression steady. "Farfetch'd." (It's not perfect yet; I 't truly master it for now.)

  Naoki nodded, beginning to uand. "So, you came to the ranch to train and improve your skills?"

  Farfetch'd nodded early. "Farfetch'd!"

  Naoki scratched his head, looking unsure. "But you're already so skilled! I've never been involved in this kind of training before. I wouldn't even know where to start helping you improve your sword teiques…"

  Farfetch'd's fident demeanor faltered slightly, disappoi flickering in its eyes.

  Seeing this, Naoki couldn't bear to let down the Pokémon—or the trust pced in him by Mew and Teddiursa. After thinking for a moment, he offered, "Alright, let's give it a shot. Show me all the moves you've mastered so far!"

  Farfetch'd perked up at Naoki's suggestion, nodding decisively.

  The two headed outside, where Farfetch'd began demonstrating its arsenal of moves. It performed the following:

  Ssh/One-Word Ssh: A single, precise strike meant to take down the oppo in one move.

  Cut/Iai Ssh: A swift and fluid draw of the leek-sword, striking before the oppo has time to react.

  Leaf Bde/Leaf Fan Ssh: A series of wide, arg cuts that seemed to gee gusts of wind.

  Fury Cutter/tinuous Ssh: Rapid, secutive strikes desigo overwhelm the oppo.

  When Farfetch'd finished, it stood tall and proud, waiting for feedback.

  Naoki, however, looked pletely bewildered. "That's it? Those are all the moves you know?"

  Farfetch'd nodded fidently. "Farfetch'd!"

  Naoki was incredulous. "Do you know how to throw sand?" he asked.

  Farfetch'd shook its head.

  "What about Leer?"

  Farfetch'd shook its head again.

  "Peck, at least?"

  Farfetch'd shook its head a third time.

  Naoki was stunned. "You've got a serious imban your skill set!"

  But Farfetch'd didn't seem ed. To it, moves like Sand Attabsp;or Pebsp;cked the elegand sophistication of a true swordsman. Using its beak to attack? That was far too uncouth. It was dedicated to mastering sword teiques alone.

  Farfetch'd stood firm, its gaze unwavering as it waited for Naoki's verdict. If this ranch couldn't help it improve, it would leave and train in the wild, pursuing its goal alone.

  Naoki stared back, his mind rag. Farfetch'd's moveset was limited to four sshing teiques, but it clearly didn't care about learning anything outside of swordsmanship.

  Naoki's thoughts drifted toward other sword-reted moves. Some came to mind:

  Air Ssh: A cutting move that could slice through even the sky.

  Night Ssh: A dark move that targeted an oppo's oints.

  His imaginatioured further, recalling the exclusive moves of legendary Pokémon:

  Spatial Rend is the move used by Palkia to rend dimensions.

  Sacred Sword, the signature move of the Swords of Justice.

  Secret Sword, wielded by Keldeo. Behemoth Bde, a move uo Za.

  Precipice Bdes, Groudon's mighty ground-shaking attack.

  But even as he pondered, Naoki shook his head. Farfetch'd wasn't a legendary Pokémon. Teag it such moves would be impossible.

  He sighed, gng at the determined Pokémon before him and suddenly a dish he had made before came to his mind: a fruit ptter.

  With a resigned sigh, Naoki thought: 'That method is a double-edged sword. It might help a Pokémon learn new moves, but it also risks making them fet the ohey already know.'

  Seeing that Naoki didn't give an answer for a long time, Farfetch'd sighed and without saying another word, turned around and began walking away, its leek-sword in hand.

  Seeing the resolve on its baaoki quickly called out: "Wait a minute!"

  The Farfetch'd stopped in its tracks and looked back over its shoulder, its eyes still filled with determination.

  Naoki asked, "Have you ever heard of a sword teique so powerful it cut through space itself?"

  Farfetch'd froze, visibly stunned. 'Cut through space?'

  The cept alone was beyond its prehensio sounded incredibly powerful.

  "That teique is called Sub-Spatial Ssh," Naoki expined, before ung into descriptions of endary sword moves: Sacred Sword, Secret Sword, Behemoth Bde, and more.

  When he finished, he looked at Farfetch'd, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "I have a way to help you learn these moves."

  Farfetch'd's eyes burned with new resolve. It gripped its leek tightly a out a fierce quack, as if to say, 'No matter how hard it is, I'll do it!'

  Naoki, however, shook his head. "No, this isn't about hard work."

  Farfetch'd blinked in fusion. "Farfetch'd?" (Not about hard work? Then how?)

  "It's about luck," Naoki said, his tourning serious. He then described the effects of the fruit ptter he was about to prepare. "This special dish I make has two effects.

  "The first effect is that it gives you a ce to randomly learn a move from a specific pool. Legendary sword teiques like Sub-Spatial Ssh are included—but the odds of learning one are extremely low.

  "The sed effect is that it may randomly cause you tet one of the moves you've already mastered. But if you're willing to work hard, you could always relearn those moves ter."

  Naoki's voice softened as he added, "I won't force you to try it. The choice is entirely up to you."

  Farfetch'd stood there, its mind swirling. On one hand, it was tantalized by the ce to learn one of these legendary moves. Oher, the risk of losing its hard-earned skills left it hesitant.

  In its imagination, two tiny Farfetch'd appeared on its shoulders—one dressed as an angel in white robes, the other as a devil with horns.

  The angel Farfetch'd whispered, "Don't do it. Keep practig. You'll find another way to improve."

  The devil Farfetch'd tered, "This is a on-a-lifetime ce! If you miss it, you'll never learn those legendary teiques!"

  As the devil's words rang true in its heart, the angel was knocked aside. Farfetch'd's resolve solidified. It turo Naoki, nodded firmly, and quacked decisively: 'I'll do it!'

  Naoki raised an eyebrow. "You sure about this?"

  Farfetch'd gave another resolute nod. "Farfetch'd!"

  Without further hesitation, Naoki turned and headed to the kit. He gathered a basket of fresh, ripe berries and fruits, slig them skillfully with a sharp knife. In no time, he had arranged a colorful, appetizing fruit ptter.

  As he finished, an informational window popped up in his mind:

  Fruit Ptter (B-Grade): A delicacy crafted from a variety of fresh fruits, expertly bined for maximum fvor. Highly favored by Pokémon.

  Effect: Allows the Pokémon to randomly learn a new move from a designated pool. May cause the Pokémon tet one of its currently known moves.

  ent: "Basic cuisine, easy to prepare. An excellent choice for training or travel."

  Satisfied with his work, Naoki carried the fruit ptter outside.

  Uhe eaves, Farfetch'd stood with its leek held firmly, casting a sharp gaze toward the other Pokémon on the ranch. Its determination was evident as it waited for Naoki to return.

  "It's ready! Are you prepared to give it a try?" Naoki said, setting the fruit ptter down in front of the Farfetch'd.

  The duon gnced skeptically at the ly cut fruit pieces oer. They seemed too simple to hold the kind of power Naoki had described.

  'Could su ordinary dish really help it master legendary sword teiques?'

  Still uain but willing to try, Farfetch'd began to eat. Piece by piece, it worked its way through the ptter. When it fihe st bit, its eyes suddenly sharpened, filled with expectation.

  'This is it!'

  Naoki held his breath, fog ily on Farfetch'd, waiting for a rea.

  But then, Farfetch'd yawned, stretched, and promptly y down on the grass, falling into a deep sleep.

  Naoki: "...?"

  "Was this some kind of supernatural sleep?"

  Naoki crouched down aly shook Farfetch'd, trying to wake it. After a while, it stirred, looking refreshed and full of energy.

  Farfetch'd turs gaze to Naoki, its eyes shining with hope.

  Naoki smiled wryly and said, "gratutions. You've successfully mastered… Rest."

  Farfetch'd's face fell. This wasn't the result it had hoped for. With a resolute quack, it stood up, its expressioermined:

  "Farfetch'd's". "Again!"

  Naoki sighed. It seemed this Farfetch'd wouldn't give up so easily. This time, he prepared a full basket of berries, slig them into portions and arrangi fruit ptters in a line on the grass.

  Farfetch'd stepped forward, its resolve unwavering. It begaing through the ptters one by os focus unbroken.

  After finishing the first ptter, a strange sensatiohrough its body. Farfetch'd blinked in shock—its body felt different. Then it realized: it had fotten the move Ssh. Its eyes widened in disbelief.

  In the sed ptter, Farfetch'd learned Sand Attack. It blinked again, its body trembling with frustration. It couldn't believe this was happening.

  Farfetch'd! (This 't be real!)

  Without hesitation, it moved on to the third ptter.

  This time, it fot Cut. Farfetch'd froze, its disbelief growing. Yet it pressed on.

  The fourth ptter caused it tet Rest.

  The fifth ptter? It fot Sand Attack—the very move it had just learned.

  In the sixth ptter, it lost Leaf Bde. Farfetch'd's wings trembled, but it ched its leek tightly and refused to stop.

  The seventh ptter made it fet Fury Cutter. At this point, Farfetch'd had lost every single skill it had once mastered. A dark aura of despair seemed to surround it.

  Naoki could only wat silent amazement as Farfetch'd, now a bnk ste, stood defiantly. Despite everything, its determination burned brighter than ever. It refused to give up.

  With a determined expression and a belly that ainfully bloated, Farfetch'd staggered to the st ptter of fruits. It had nothio lose.

  "Farfetch'd!"

  The Onion Duck let out a fearless cry, l its head to devour the final serving of the fruit ptter.

  As it ed the st piece of berry, its aura suddenly surged. Its eyes sharpened intensely, and it began to wave its leek, perf a fierce war dance.

  The move was unmistakable—Swords Dance!

  When the performanded, Farfetch'd felt a rush of strength course through its body. However, its overstuffed stomach quickly remi of the sequences. Overe with disfort, it colpsed onto the grass, staring bnkly at the darkening sky.

  "Fa..." it groaned weakly.

  Suddenly, its vision was filled with curious faces. Pokémon like Alcremie, Pawmot, G, and Arboliva had gathered around, leaning in to examihe Farfetch'd that had recklessly eaten ers of fruit.

  Alcremie: "Alcremie!" (It ate so much! Even more than Dragonite!)

  G: "Booey..." (It looks like it's about to pass out.)

  Armed by this, Arboliva reached out with its small hands to check Farfetch'd's breathing. After firming it was still alive, it sighed in relief and chirped cheerfully,

  "Arbo!" (It's okay—it's still breathing!)

  Farfetch'd's dull eyes stared up as its bloated body re immobile.

  Naoki approached, smilie his . "Are you okay?"

  Farfetch'd didn't respond.

  Worried, Naoki gently touched Farfetch'd's rock-hard belly. Pokémoing sick from overeating wasn't unheard of, and he realized the ranch wasn't equipped to handle such emergencies.

  Without hesitation, he recalled Farfetch'd into its Poké Ball and mounted Koraidon, rag toward the Pokémoer in town.

  When Nurse Joy heard that Farfetch'd had ed nearly forty berries iting, her face paled in shock.

  "How... how did this happen?"

  She immediately ushered the Pokémon onto a stretcher, assisted by her Audino helper, and wheeled it into the emergen.

  Holding Farfetch'd's leek in his hands, Naoki couldn't help but feel flicted. How could this Farfetch'd be so reckless?

  He waited anxiously in the Pokémoer lobby for nearly an hour before the doors of the emergen finally swung open. Nurse Joy stepped out, looking relieved.

  "It's okay now," she assured him. "I induced vomiting, and Farfetch'd has expelled all the fruit it ate."

  Naoki let out a deep sigh of relief.

  "Mr. Naoki," Nurse Joy tinued, "is this Farfetch'd a new Pokémon you've caught?"

  Naoki shook his head. "No, it came to the ran its own."

  "I see," Nurse Joy said thoughtfully. "I was w because Farfetch'd aren't native to the Paldea region."

  "Oh, it's awake now. You go see it!" she added with a smile.

  Naoki nodded and walked into the ward with Koraidon trailing behind.

  On the hospital bed, Farfetch'd y in a daze, its feathers slightly ruffled. Hearing footsteps, it turs head to see Naoki approag.

  "Feelier?" Naoki asked gently, guilt evident in his voice. "I'm sorry—I shouldn't have let you eat so much all at once."

  At the time, his focus had beeirely on helping Farfetch'd unloew moves, and he hadn't sidered the toll it would take.

  Farfetch'd's eyes regaiheir crity. It recalled Naoki's franti. Touched, it shook its head lightly and quacked softly: "Farfetch'd." (It's not your fault. I wao eat it.)

  Naoki smiled, handing back the leek. "Here, your on."

  Farfetch'd grasped the leek tightly, instantly feeling a sense of security.

  Exhausted from the ordeal, Farfetch'd was still in a low mood. Naoki, notig this, decided not to rush back to the ranch. Instead, he stayed by Farfetch'd's side, p it a cup of warm water to sip slowly.

  "Don't worry," Naoki reassured it softly. "We'll head back together ter. I promise I'll help you relearn the moves you've fotten."