Back at the camp, Kebi checked on the training progress of his four Pokémon, and the results were very pleasing.
Piplup had leveled up to 11, with its Special Attack increasing by 1 point to 74.
Chimchar had risen to level 9, with its Attack increasing by 2 points to 65.
The cost was that both of Chimchar’s fists were battered.
Kebi gently cleaned the dirt from Chimchar’s fists with alcohol, then sprayed Potion on them.
“We still have plenty of time, Chimchar, don’t rush. Training must be done without harming your body.”
Seedot had unearthed its body’s potential, increasing its Attack by 1 point to 47.
Tyranitar was the most delightful; his aptitude had improved from Gold (1/100) to Gold (2/100). The cost was that all twenty large flatbreads, each over fifty centimeters in diameter, which Kebi had painstakingly made yesterday, were eaten by Tyranitar.
Those were twenty flatbreads, intended to be Tyranitar’s food for a week.
Yet, he ate them all in one meal.
Kebi touched Tyranitar’s belly, looking at him in surprise.
“Eating so much, aren’t you full?”
Tyranitar shook his head. Not only had he eaten twenty flatbreads, but most of the Berries Kebi had left over from making Pokémon food yesterday had also gone into his belly.
Larvitar could eat an entire mountain, so it was not surprising that he, as a Tyranitar, only ate twenty flatbreads.
“Alright, it’s a blessing to be able to eat.”
It was just tough for him, the Trainer. Just the kneading step alone took over an hour.
It seemed he had to intensify his Kenpo of Da She training, otherwise, he wouldn’t even have enough time to prepare Pokémon food.
It was just past noon. After confirming his direction, Kebi rode Fearow to the nearest Pokémon Center.
He needed to buy one hundred catties of flour, no, make that two hundred catties.
Fifty catties of Moomoo Milk powder were also needed.
Flour was the base material for making Pokémon food, easy to shape, and capable of holding the nutrients of various Berries.
One catty of wheat flour could have five catties of Berries added, resulting in three catties of finished Pokémon food.
That was roughly one large flatbread.
Upon arriving at the Pokémon Center, he first called Aunt Maya and the children at the orphanage to report his safety.
Then he called Dr. Mei Mu to ask about the latest Dashe Style intelligence.
Unfortunately, Dr. Mei Mu hadn’t found any valuable information; the time was still too short.
Dr. Mei Mu told Kebi not to rush, as archaeology was measured in years. It was normal to have no news for several years.
Then he bought the necessary materials. Coincidentally, Joy had a Seedot feeder, so Kebi bought one as well.
Riding Fearow back to the camp, Kebi first practiced the Kenpo of Da She three times to temper his body, and only then began making Pokémon food.
It wasn’t until the sky was full of stars that Kebi, having completed three rounds of Kenpo of Da She, wiped the sweat from his body with hot water, taking a simple shower.
He hung up his washed clothes to dry and returned to his tent to sleep.
Meanwhile, after discussion between Grovyle and the elderly Treecko, they decided to follow the tribe’s tradition and have the newborns live with them in the trees.
However, in the middle of the night, the two Treecko babies who had been energetic during the day lay uncomfortably in their nursemaid’s arms, weakly making confused cries.
The nursemaid saw this and thought, “Oh no, they’re really sick!”
She immediately handed the Treecko babies to another nursemaid, then jumped onto the tree where Grovyle lived to report the situation.
Grovyle immediately jumped to the Treecko babies’ tree. After a moment of thought, he decided to move all the Treecko babies and Pokémon eggs to the bushes.
Grovyle didn’t sleep anymore, guarding them in the bushes. As soon as dawn broke, he jumped onto a treetop to look around.
He anxiously awaited Kebi’s arrival.
Kebi had arranged his training schedule and didn’t waste any time. Braving the cold morning wind, he had Fearow rush to the Treecko habitat at top speed.
The Treecko babies’ illness couldn’t be delayed; if prolonged, he worried his medical skills wouldn’t be enough to cure them.
After Kebi landed, he led Kebi directly to the bushes.
Looking at the two Treecko babies in the Treecko nursemaid’s arms, who were already breathing with open mouths and had red faces, Kebi squatted down and solemnly promised:
“Don’t worry, I will do my best to cure them.”
First, he released Heal Pulse from both hands to alleviate the symptoms and relieve the Treecko babies’ pain.
Kebi took out the appropriate herbs from his backpack and began grinding them. After grinding them into powder, he added the hot water he carried and continued to grind.
Then he poured it into a clay pot, boiling two bowls of water down to one, and set it aside to cool.
Kebi picked up each of the two Treecko babies and weighed them.
Once the medicine soup was at a suitable temperature, he fed five spoonfuls to the slightly heavier Treecko baby and four spoonfuls to the lighter one.
As the bitter medicine soup entered their mouths, the Treecko babies immediately put on a pained expression.
Kebi released Heal Pulse again, assisting them in digesting the medicine’s effects.
In less than ten minutes, both Treecko babies looked much more relaxed.
“Their temperature has dropped. Let them sleep peacefully. They’ll take the medicine again at noon and night, and they’ll be fine tomorrow.”
“Besides their living environment, I want to see what you usually feed the Treecko babies.”
The nursemaid took out a variety of Berries, nuts, even tender leaves, and insects, placing them before Kebi.
“Do they just eat them like that?”
The nursemaid shook her head, took out a stone bowl, put the Berries in to crush and juice them, caught the juice with a leaf, and then drank it.
She also smashed open the nuts with a stone, took out the fruit inside, and fed it to the babies. Tender leaves and insects were fed directly to the babies.
Most of these foods were fine to eat individually, but eating them mixed together would put a burden on the babies’ delicate digestive systems.
Except for insects, many insects carry slight toxicity.
“Don’t feed insects to the babies. Let me see which ones are suitable for them.”
Kebi selected some ingredients and designed a formula suitable for the Treecko tribe’s simple tools.
He mixed the fruit pulp, fruit juice, nut powder, and tender leaves into vegetable balls.
Handing the vegetable ball to the nursemaid, Kebi sighed, “If only there was honey, honey is very nutritious and greatly helps the babies’ development.”
This sentence was overheard by Grovyle, who was nearby.
He rolled up a large leaf and left the Treecko habitat.
The nursemaid tasted a vegetable ball, and it was indeed more delicious than what they made. They had never thought of mixing the collected ingredients together.
It turned out to be so harmonious and palatable.
Kebi took out the specially made milk biscuits from last night and beckoned to the purple-aptitude Treecko.
Unlike the other two babies who clung to their nursemaid, his eyes were sharp, and he stood alone, observing Kebi, this strange visitor’s every move.
He wasn’t shy at all, appearing particularly bold.
When Kebi beckoned, he immediately ran over.
Kebi handed him a milk biscuit, and he took it and ate it.
He took a bite and looked up in surprise.
The food collected by the Treecko tribe was edible but rarely delicious.
This milk biscuit was even more delicious than the food he had eaten yesterday.
Kebi stroked his head: “Come with me, and I’ll let you eat this kind of food every day, how about it?”
The Treecko ate the milk biscuit in his hand in a few bites and reached out to Kebi.
Kebi handed him another one.
Reach out, hand over milk biscuit.
After eight such exchanges, the Treecko finally let out a burp.
Kebi took out a bottle of Moomoo Milk: “Drink some water to wash it down.”
After drinking the Moomoo Milk, the little Treecko’s eyes were filled with curiosity; this person had too many good things in his hands.
The little Treecko decided he would go with Kebi.
After finishing the Moomoo Milk, the little Treecko jumped onto Kebi’s shoulder.
“Chamoo!”
