Can Pokemon into Naruto? 15 (Patreon)

Commissioned by Anthony Maxwell

Can Pokemon into Naruto?

Chapter 15

-VB-

A week after the orphan’s near death experience…

Work work.

I snorted as I imagined Orcish Horde’s peon saying those words.

Work work.

And peons had it right where everyone else in that setting didn’t. 

Life was about work. Everything else was details. 

War was work. Peace was work. Transition from and to was work. 

Keeping my home warm was work.

Feeding my pokemon was work.

Trying to get the Beedrills to not destroy the ecosystem was definitely work.

I looked at the Beedrills. Yes, all of the Weedles became Kakunas, and all of them eventually evolved into Beedrills in a light show that initially bedazzled the villagers and then terrified them when the cute cocoons became giant wasps with huge ass stingers. 

Did you know that beedrills were each three feet tall on average? Which made them as tall as children as weigh just as much as children? 

I didn’t. 

Which only made me think about how much energy they spent beating their wings just to stay afloat. 

“No, you can’t go out and eat everything,” I told them sternly. 

Did you also know that beedrills were not good mimics of regular wasps? Weedles preferred nectar while the adults preferred meat. But they could subsist off of regular food that humans could eat, though they really didn’t like fibrous plants. 

Yes, I now had a full team of beedrills which all bayed for blood and flesh.

This was starting to look more and more like a bad decision on my side. 

At the same time, beedrills had evolved to their final evolutions very quickly. As in, the rest of my pokemon were still in their stage 1 evolution. And they were instinctually combat ready. What I needed to do now was to ensure that they were ready to counter any non-standard attacks. 

Which meant more training. 

But training meant hunger. 

And hunger, for the beedrills, meant meat. Even better if it’s honeyed meat. That’s like chef’s kiss for them, apparently. 

Which also meant…

“I will make honeyed meat for you, but you can’t go around killing everything. That will cause humans beyond this forest to get angry.”

The beedrills buzzed at me. Petulantly. 

How did that even work? Was I understanding them like how most of the humans of the Pokemon world understood their pokemons? Did it have something to do with aura? 

Whatever it was, it let me talk with them, too, and made taking care of them so much easier, despite the fact that most of the care they received was from the villagers. 

Speaking of whom…

I glanced to the side where one of the elderly village women gave one of the beedrills close to her a dried berry. The beedrill took it gently and nibbled, which made the other beedrills buzz with annoyance until they too got treats from other villagers. 

Though the villagers were acting much more cautiously due to the size and appearance of the beedrills, they were warming back up. 

I’m just happy that they weren’t treating the bug pokemons like stray dogs.

Because stray dogs didn’t get treated well around here.

During hard times, apparently, well, they weren’t so much as pests and occasional helpers but rather walking emergency food supply. 

… Not that there was anything to eat from how thin beedrills looked. Hell, half of their bodies were either wings or stingers. What meat did they have on them? 

… Anyways, tossing aside the morbid thoughts, I looked back to the beedrills. “Alright, this is is how it’s going to go. I’ll let you guys set up three hives around the village. North, south east, and south west. I’ll let you guys hunt animals only that aren’t managed by humans. If you guys need help or want more food, then you can come to me, alright?”

They buzzed. 

“And your job isn’t just to make your hives, it’s to protect the village from anyone who wants to harm the villagers. Ya don’t want someone else to hurt them, do ya?”

That got them buzzing like crazy.

I got the sentiment.

“Good. Y’all can go unless the people here got more food for y'all.”

I walked away from the villagers and back toward my home. Or I was about to before the chief started walking next to me. 

“... They’re big.”

“Yeah, ain’t they?” I hummed. 

“What else can I expect from them aside from what you’ve told me so far?” he asked me. 

“Well,” I thought about it. I knew just enough about them (somehow) but not enough (shame). “I think we won’t have to worry about not having enough guardians.”

“... Is that a good thing or a bad thing? Those things grew quickly.”

“I think it’ll be a mix, honestly,” I shrugged. “They’re probably gonna dominate the forests in a short while, but that also means we aren’t gonna find a lot of wild game in the coming years.”

“That’s a shame,” he grunted. 

“Speaking of wild game, how’s the kid?” I asked. I wasn’t asking because I felt guilty or anything like that. The kid decided to do something stupid and I patched him up. As someone who took the responsibility of patching him up, it was also my responsibility to follow-up until he was at least capable of walking and working.

“He’s better,” the chief replied with a sigh. The man seemed to age just sighing like that, and his grey hairs didn’t make him look any less younger. “He can barely get himself to sit up but he can now. He’s way too weak. Lost too much blood, just like you said.”

“Ye. Is he getting enough meat in his food?”

“... Meat’s expensive.”

“I know. I made sure to donate some, though, right?”

“Yeah, you did. But my old lady wants to ration it out to the boy instead of giving as much as you said we should…”

“It’s to make sure the boy can recover his lost blood and muscles. Tell yo sugar to not do that, hmm?”

“Got it.” Then he paused this time. “Oh. Uh, more people came by to see you.”

I frowned. Ever since word got out that I was somehow a capable healer, people from nearby villages have been visiting. There were even people from nearby towns.

It … irked me that I only seemed to draw more attention despite not trying to. It was infuriating because I was nowhere near ready to defend the village from unwanted advances. 

“Tell them that I’m out of meds.” Because I was. Oran berries don’t grow in a week, and what little I had left, I had already dried and stored for my and my pokemon’s sake and no one else’s. If the villagers sold their shares, then that’s on them. “And I ain’t no herbal shaman or shit like that, so make sure they know that, too.”

“It’s not gonna stop them, you know.”

“Don’t matter, chief. I got nothing to share so nothing’s gonna get shared.”

If the village and I were getting known against our wishes, then I needed to step up my game. 

Perhaps it was time to make some more exotic pokemon, hmm?

That dead ninja might be useful now.