Can Pokemon into Naruto? 11 (Patreon)

Commissioned by Anthony Maxwell

Can Pokemon into Naruto?

Chapter 11

-VB-

I stared down at the weedles… and one wimpod and one combee. 

It was the same situation as with Cleo; even though I modified the eggs exactly the same, the result varied wildly. Even the situation was same. 

I stared at the weedle that held a half-broken bug egg in its mouth before it swallowed it quickly when it saw me looking at it. 

Three weedles, one wimpod, and one combee from eight eggs I managed to “tinker.” 

It was good. 

But I also needed to put a lot of work in because with three different pokemons, I needed to put thrice as much as before. 

‘... I think it’s about time I get the village involved,’ I thought to myself. “Alright, boys and girls,” I said outloud, making all five of them look up at me. I pulled over a basket I’d made for this exact purpose. “Come on and get in. We’re going out to meet your wider family.”

They looked nervous for a second before all five of them either crawled or flew into the basket. 

“Baltoy. Cleo. We’re going out to meet the village. Wanna come?”

Cleo immediately jumped up and followed me while Baltoy was more sedate about it. 

As we walked through the village, the villagers came out and greeted me. They also saw my giant ass bug pokemons but … to my surprise, they looked optimistic about them. Sure, Cleo and Baltoy had pulled more than their share of weight and food for the village, and there was now a steady source of income coming into the village. The charcoal we made also made sure that there was a steady source of fuel without someone having to brave the jungles or prepare long hours to dry the wet woods all around us into dry wood, which was an exercise in patience in and of itself. 

Do you think that wood in a wet tropical rainforest dries quickly, if at all? 

Hell nah!

I stopped before the chief’s house again. 

“Chiefo, yo weirdo doth requesto!” 

There was a shuffle inside his house before the chief stepped out and threw me a deadpan stare.

“Two out of ten. No, one out of ten. You confused me with stupid shit again.”

My shoulders drooped. 

“Come on, man! I’m trying!” 

“And obviously lack the talent for poetry. So what’s it now?” he asked me and then paused when he saw my hand basket filled with fist-sized bug pokemons. “... Are those bugs?”

“Yup!” I said as I unslung the basket and held the basket in both of my hands. “Say hi to the weedles, wimpod, and w- combee! I want to make the village their “hive” if you will. And to do that, the villagers will need to take part in taking care of these guys, especially the weedles will.”

My long bugs all squirmed around inside the basket.

The chief stared at me and then took a deep breath in. 

The sigh he let out was an affront to me. It hurt my feelings! He didn’t need to make it sound so bad! 

“Okay. And what will be the result?”

“Oh. They’re going to make hives around the village. The w- combees will give you free honey, weedles will become torso-sized wasps with giant stingers, and wimpod is gonna be one of my personal mons, ya know? This guy needs a lot more love than most, ya get?”

“... And those wasps… will recognize us?”

“Yup! Ya boy doesn’t make things half-assed!” 

I wasn’t going to tell him about the three failed wasp eggs or the one failed chicken egg, all four of which were cannibalized by their would-be siblings. 

“Especially the weedles here are gonna be beedrills that are gonna make them genin nin-nins look weak!”

He paused. “What?”

“Beedrills are gonna-.”

“Explain in detail, please.”

I sighed. “Fine, fine,” I grumbled. “Essentially, weedles are the weakest form. They’re larvae, see? Beedrills are the actual final forms, the wasps, ya? And just like my Baltoy and my Cleo, my - our - beedrills are gonna be wasps that can do special things like Bal and Cleo. Mostly, since they can fly, they can be on the look out for trespassers and criminals. Their stingers are -.”

I paused.

“Right, forgot to explain that a beedrill has two additional stingers on their forelegs. So they have three stings total, and their height is around four feet.”

The chief shuddered. “That is not torso-sized,” he hissed. 

“Same diff, chief man! Anyways, they also make honey.”

He clenched his jaws and after a long while, he nodded. “We’re going to need to feed them, right?”

“Of course! But I’ll prepare the food and syrups from my oran berries.”

The chief paused. 

In the short time that oran berry had been introduced to my people here, it had become the go-to “herbal” cure since even if it didn’t cure a condition or disease, it brought the afflicted back to a better shape than before. 

Of course, I took care not to overharvest, even if the oran berry bushes and trees could produce multiple batches in a year. 

But it hadn’t even been a year since I arrived here! The oran berries were even younger than that. Encouraging the trees to make more berries would stunt their growth. It was only because I had a whole grove of them now that I could keep up with the village’s demand. 

(I wanted to make paper, oran berry, and maybe honey in the future the village’s export. I even talked about it with the village’s more mercantile-minded members.)

“... And how good will those ‘beedrills’ be as guardians of the village?”

I gave him a sincere grin. 

“Anything less than one of those high-ranking ninjas won’t even hurt us. The beedrills, once they see us as part of their hive, will defend us to their dying breath. Of course, the ‘human hive’ will have to contribute meaningfully, providing nectar, tending to flowers, or taking care of the weedles, but those aren’t too different from what we do for each other already, ain’t it, ya?” 

The chief thought about it. 

“... We’ll see. I’m … okay with it but the rest of the village has to get their say in it, right?”

“Of course!”

Then Cleo preened as she marched up to the chief and chirped. 

The chief’s wife was the first to respond, coming out of the hut with nuts already prepared in hand. She cooed at Cleo as my fire chick happily pecked away at the seeds and nuts. 

Both the chief and I chuckled at how spoiled Cleo was. 

Still… I was happy that the meeting went well. Sure, I still needed to convince the rest of the village but I was sure that I could do that. 

At the very least, I’ll be able to bribe them if security concerns alone can’t convince them.

-VB-

A/N: now, we’re starting to roll.