Pokémon, the Strongest Family, I Grew up Alone

In the Carlos region, in an old house on the outskirts of Aroma City, Che Kamiyagawa was lying on a wicker chair and chewing on tree fruits. As the second son of an ordinary local tea merchant family, his life creed is "never train if you can lie down, and never take risks if you can drink tea." Even though his father was saying, "The kids from the Fradali family next door can command Gyarados," he just raised the croaking frog to his face as a blindfold: "What's the hurry? It's too late for me to evolve after I finish drinking this cup of flower tea." After all, this starter Pokémon was randomly handed over by the family elders, and even the foam beam looked like it was yawning. Until one day, his sister, who returned from Miare, overturned his tea table and said, "Dr. Bratano said that your croaking bubble frog has inherited special moves!" And in the courtyard, the little guy who was always sleepy was building a two-meter-high defensive fortress with the foam that spilled during his nap. Forced to embark on the journey, Chuan Che started his "forced business" journey in Carlos with the breeder's manual that was forced into his mouth while pretending to be asleep, a pack of unopened inkberry tea, and the croaking frog that always loved to lie on his head to catch up on his sleep. When Team Flare's conspiracy spread to the family tea garden, and when the Koga Ninja's cloak was entangled with the glory left behind by Xerneas, the boy slumped in the sun at the cafe in Gumu Town suddenly discovered that the most ordinary bloodline also contained ripples that could subvert the world. "So what do you like about this guy?" Chuan Chesheng looked helplessly at the sticky dragon that took the initiative to get into the Poké Ball, while the keystone in his pocket was being polished to a shine by a hidden flower leaf with a vine whip.