A Champion's Guide to Retirement: Don't Interrupt My Farming!

(Elf farming novel, will not challenge the alliance, single female protagonist Sirona, non-original world, but a traveler from the original world of male protagonist and female protagonist!) In my last life, I singled out Giratina and died from exhaustion. At the moment when the world was turned upside down, what I thought was: I will never be a champion in my next life. Opening my eyes, I traveled to a strange Pokémon world. There is no mission to save the world, just a shabby wooden house, a wasteland, and a timid green caterpillar. Perfect! Retirement life has officially begun. Planting trees and fruits, opening fields, basking in the sun, and occasionally teaching Bada Butterfly how to dance. The days are as slow as a sticky baby crawling, and it is so comfortable that it makes you want to hum. But there are always people in this shitty place who don't have eyesight. A trainer passing by saw that my farm was full of grass and insect types, and wanted to have a "friendly discussion." The rancher next door was worried about my land and let the elves come to cause trouble. There are even guys who call themselves investigators and suspect that I have some secrets hidden in my fields. They probably didn't know that this farmer, who dug in overalls every day, once took over Giratina's Dragon Wave with one hand. They probably don't understand why my Bada Butterfly can accurately knock down a Bankelas with sleep powder. I'm too lazy to explain. Anyway, the attribute restraint table is engraved in my bones, reverse attribute? That was my daily routine when I was a champion. I just want to farm quietly. But if someone insists on disturbing—— Then don't blame me for teaching them the same tactics I used to defeat Giratina. A retired champion who is also a champion. Don't disturb my farming. Thanks.