Everyone present breathed a sigh of relief when Tyranitar accepted Kebi as his Trainer.
No one wanted to fight a giant like Tyranitar.
Kebi felt a bit unreal, as if Arceus was looking out for him, having captured Tyranitar so easily.
Kebi took out ointment and Potion, quickly applying them to Tyranitar's wounds.
His movements were concise and direct, causing Tyranitar no discomfort at all.
This was completely different from Aron, who could only handle minor issues, was clumsy, and often made Tyranitar uncomfortable.
Looking at the small figure busy in front of him, Tyranitar felt that this new master didn't seem so bad.
At least he wouldn't have to worry about injuries.
Tyranitar could tell that Fearow really liked this new master.
Previously, Tyranitar had only heard complaints about Aron from Fearow.
The fact that the cunning Fearow actively persuaded him to join the new master showed that even Fearow approved of him.
Tyranitar didn't know how to judge if a person was good or bad.
But he knew that following the cunning Fearow's choice was always the right one.
"Fearow, help me find some ripe Berry. I don't have many Berry on hand, so I can't make Pokémon food that perfectly suits your tastes."
Seedot didn't need to worry; Kebi entered the forest to capture Treecko and had already prepared ingredients suitable for Grass-type Pokémon's taste.
He hadn't made it in advance because it needed to be specially adjusted based on the Treecko he captured.
Fearow flapped his wings and flew off directly, leaving only a cheerful Growl behind.
With a new Trainer, Fearow seemed to have changed his voice as well.
His voice sounded much better.
Because after Fearow ate Piplup's Pokémon food, he deeply realized how good Kebi's cooking truly was.
He couldn't imagine how delicious the specially made food for him would be.
Fearow was eager to eat it, which was why he soared directly into the sky.
Tyranitar was a bit stunned; it was the first time he had seen Fearow burst forth with such enthusiasm.
Compared to the seemingly lifeless Fearow of the past, the current Fearow appeared exceptionally vibrant.
Kebi patted Tyranitar's arm:
"You have some old injuries, which I'll treat while I'm at it, but complete recovery will require continuous conditioning afterward."
"The doctor who treated you before was truly terrible; he was practically wasting your talent."
Aron, being a Pokémon Hunter, couldn't go to a Pokémon Center and could only find doctors in the Underground Black Market for treatment.
If they were highly skilled, who wouldn't want to open a legitimate Pokémon clinic?
Opening a clinic in the Black Market, besides being a quick way to make money, actually has very low requirements for a doctor's skill level.
After all, people who go to the Black Market only ask that treatment doesn't affect normal movement; complete recovery is something they wouldn't even dare to dream of.
Kebi suddenly felt that his current skill level was high enough to be a doctor in the Black Market.
High pay and low risk.
Black Market doctors have a fairly high chance of encountering medical disputes.
However, with Tyranitar present, whether it was a medical dispute or someone refusing to pay, everything could be resolved.
At this moment, Tyranitar's stomach rumbled.
"Wait a moment."
Even though the ingredients weren't complete, Kebi still tried his best to match Tyranitar's taste, making a portion of Pokémon food as quickly as possible.
Instead of making pellets, Kebi made it into a large pancake.
"Try it quickly."
Tyranitar picked up the pancake and took a bite, feeling the rich aroma explode in his mouth.
He unconsciously sped up his eating.
The pancake, larger than Tyranitar's face, disappeared without a trace in less than a minute.
Tyranitar immediately felt a sense of emptiness.
He hadn't even felt this empty when he learned Aron had been captured.
Tyranitar lowered his head and let out a low Growl, his voice filled with anticipation.
Kebi patted his hand to comfort him:
"Don't rush, I'll make two more."
One for Tyranitar, and one cut into two portions for Piplup and Chimchar.
Seeing them watching eagerly, almost drooling, Kebi wanted to laugh.
He tapped their foreheads.
"It's as if I usually mistreat you."
Kebi poured the cooled nutrient solution into a rubber bottle, then placed the bottle's opening over Seedot's stem on top of his head.
"Seedot, try this nutrient solution. I believe it's more comprehensive than the nutrients you usually absorb from large trees and can help you grow strong."
After Seedot's stem absorbed the nutrients from the solution, he happily jumped up.
Then, fearing he might shake the bottle off his head, he quickly stopped.
Kebi smiled and waved his hand:
"The opening of this rubber bottle is thinner than your stem, so it won't fall off unless you move violently."
Kebi had thought for a long time before he realized he still had a rubber bottle in his backpack that could be used to feed Seedot.
When he returned to the city, he still needed to buy a specialized device for feeding Seedot.
He flipped the pancake, and it quickly turned golden brown on both sides, emitting an inviting aroma.
He cut half for Tyranitar, and the remaining half was cut into two again, distributed to Piplup and Chimchar.
This time, Tyranitar began to eat in small bites, carefully savoring the sweet taste of the pancake.
The past was the past; now he was embracing a beautiful new life.
Aron? Tyranitar wasn't familiar with him at all.
Kebi started making the third pancake, and once it was done, he distributed it the same way as the second pancake.
Kebi didn't forget Fearow and made one for him too.
When Fearow flew back, Kebi called him to land.
He cut the pancake into small pieces to make it easier for Fearow to eat.
Fearow was incredibly touched; when had that last jerk ever considered if he could eat something?
Sometimes he would get a few particularly large Berry, completely disregarding his long beak and whether it was convenient to eat.
Kebi was different; he just needed to pick up a piece, lift his head, and it would go right into his mouth.
The size of the pancake was just right.
After eating the pancake, Fearow turned his back to Kebi.
"Caw! Caw!"
He was telling Kebi to get on so he could take Kebi directly to pick Berry.
Kebi jumped right on.
"I'll leave you four to guard the camp, Fearow, let's go!"
Tyranitar waved his hand, holding the pancake; with him at the camp, everything would be fine.
Flying on a Pokémon's back was undoubtedly a rare experience.
Fearow's broad back was not crowded at all.
There was no need to kneel on Pidgeot's back like Ash did.
It was just that Fearow was a bit thin, well, actually, he was particularly thin.
It was a bit uncomfortable.
It seemed he needed to make more delicious food for Fearow to help him gain some weight.
His butt feeling uncomfortable prevented Kebi from calmly enjoying the scenery along the way.
Kebi remembered that the Pokédex mentioned Fearow could carry heavy objects and fly for an entire day without getting tired.
Many places used Fearow for aerial transport.
It was getting late today; tomorrow, after Fearow had breakfast, he would have him search for the location of the Treecko group in the forest.
With Fearow's Keen Eye Ability, searching from the air, one day should be enough for him to circle the forest.
Finding a Treecko group would be a piece of cake for Fearow.
Fearow landed in front of a Berry tree. The Berry trees here were lush and green, and every Berry was vibrant and appealing, exuding vitality.
The quality of the Berry in the forest was not low; it was just that the yield was lower than that of artificially cultivated orchards.
He picked more than half, leaving the rest for the Pokémon in the forest.
Kebi got on Fearow and set off back to the camp to make a big meal for the Pokémon.
Back at the camp, Kebi found Piplup, Chimchar, and Seedot running around Tyranitar, and Tyranitar was also wagging his tail and playing with them.
Everything was so harmonious.