Everyone laughed at me for being a Grass-type tutor until I could read Pokémon's minds. The abandoned, the despised, the considered useless - they are all souls waiting to be understood by me. When the champion Mewtwo begged for treatment, the entire alliance realized: the grass type is not weak, it just needs to be truly seen. This is a story about healing an entire alliance with empathy.
Reader comments
The writing is quite good, but I haven't cultivated an elf of my own. They would just find a ditch and kill you.
The writing is quite good, but I haven't cultivated an elf of my own. They would just find a ditch and kill you.
A very nice book, I hope to continue writing it