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Commissioned by Anthony Maxwell

Can Pokemon Into Naruto

Chapter 4

-VB-

“I mean look at him! He’s so cute!” 

I did not squeal. If you say that I squealed, then I will say ‘no, you were just a little too high that day’ and slip you some weed.

… Actually, there was no weed around here. 

Damn.

Not the point.

The villagers looked at at the slowly, and almost lazily, spinning pokemon on the ground in front of me. 

“It looks like some kind of ninja tool,” one of the elders of the village - not the chief - noted. “I didn’t know you were a ninja.”

“I’m not! I swear!” I said as honestly as I could. 

My baltoy spun a bit faster in place and moved. Everyone watched as it dug a straight furrow in the otherwise rocky soil that surrounded the village. 

And just like that, whatever negative thoughts and suspicion the village might have had about me and baltoy disappeared like a snap of the finger. 

Why wouldn’t it?

It just did a farmer’s job of plowing a ditch.

I stared at my first pokemon with a bit of mixed emotions.

On one hand, my sweet prince somehow seduced a whole village of rural farmers with a single move. That was akin to a sexy man walking down the street, giving a young woman a look, and winking to make her faint. Improbably but not impossible. 

OIn the other hand, my sweet prince who was born from fire and earth … would become a glorified farming pokemon, and not even the kind that helps with plant growth. No, he would be … the hoe.

Again. Mixed feelings but ultimately, I was happy to see that baltoy and I were being accepted by the village despite our uniqueness.

“Right?! He’s cute!”

Not many of the villagers were so quick to agree with me but a few did. 

“Can we have one of our own?” someone asked, and I frowned. Of course, that’s the first thing they were going to ask after accepting.

-VB-

I … am a knight. 

My creator made me with the capacity to do good! He created me for the sake of defending him for he was my liege lord, and I received everything that I was, am, and will be from him.

My liege lord, my creator, was my god.

For what was a god to a knight like myself if not a paragon? Perhaps not a paragon in all aspects of knighthood or even of all life, but certainly of innovation, creation, and invention-!

“So I was thinking, like, do you think chimichanga rhymes with togatonga?” my god asked me. 

But perhaps … he wasn’t the best “artist,” if you get what I mean. 

Certainly, my own appearance deviated from what I considered a good look for a knight; I looked more like a target dummy than a knight. 

No weapons, either.

But that did not matter for my mind was a weapon unlike any other!

“Oh, can you dig a trench here, baltoy?” 

I sighed, mentally.

‘My god merely does not have a purpose for me beyond this,’ I thought as I dragged my body across the ground, breaking the dirt and earth underneath me efficiently.

Even if this job was beneath me, wasn’t it the job of a knight to do as his lord orders to the fullest of his means? Yes, this job was beneath me because I should be training myself instead, but it was what my creator asked for and I did it with a heart filled with … gratitude. 

Let it not be said of Baltoy the Knight that he did not show his creator his gratitude! 

Nay, he was -! 

“And another line there. This plot will make for a very good experimental I wrought, yo.” A pause. “Hmm, that one might work.”

Ho? So this was not to be just another vegetable garden but a means of innovation? See? His god was great, pioneering in the aspects of life he commanded! Every action had … reasonable cause behind it! 

He stopped after the second trench and looked up at his creator. 

‘What shall be planted here, my liege?’ he asked psychically.

His lord paused for a second and looked at him quizzically but didn’t question him on his title like he did the first time.

“Well, I was hoping to a plant multiple oran berry trees. Maybe make a berry orchard here.”

I nodded, though I knew not what oran berry trees were. But like all things my creator-god made, this oran berry must be a wonderful substance to dedicate a whole experimental plot to its growth and numbers. 

-VB-

My baltoy was … strange. 

I didn’t even know where he got the knightly and chivalric references, ideas, and knowledge, but he had with him the moment he was born.

And I’m calling my baltoy a he because knights were men. After all, most girls do not talk about becoming a knight; girls most often thought about becoming doctors, nurses, teachers, and the like. I also didn’t get that girl-vibe from my baltoy. 

But, hey, if the little guy wanted to be a knight, then all the power to him, right? I’ll make sure he can learn all of them knightly moves like … Cut. And Slash. And Strength.

Actually, could I teach him how to pull off those moves without any kind of TM? I needed to know. 

Which was why I was out in the woods close to dusk with baltoy, doing my best to instruct him to use his inner energy. To pull it out and focus it onto his limbs as he struck the tree trunk! 

And I was doing that right beside him. 

I mean, if I somehow made baltoy, then I had to have some funky mojo magic voodoo aura, right? 

“FUCK!” I hissed for the umpteenth time as I pulled my scratched and bleeding fist away from the tree trunk after another failure. 

‘My lord, language.’

“I say whatever shit I want, boy.”

Baltoy sighed. 

“Alright, let’s try this one more time… HOOOOHHHH-!!!!”

CRACK.

“OW!”

Baltoy sighed again.