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As time passed, more and more people arrived at the festival, and the number of customers buying Hayato Sora's dishes multiplied rapidly.
Hayato Sora wished he had three heads and six arms—even with the Pokémon helping, he could barely keep up.
The reputation of his cooking was gradually spreading.
Some customers were even returning for second purchases.
A long line had formed in front of his stall.
The moment one person left, the next immediately stepped forward, leaving no gap at all.
Hayato Sora was painfully happy.
The Beach Festival lasted only about four hours—from 9 PM to 1 AM.
Yet not even an hour had passed, and Hayato Sora had already earned over 20,000 PokéDollars.
Four hours would mean 80,000.
Adding that to his remaining savings would be enough to upgrade the ranch cabin.
Of course, reality wasn't that simple.
One major factor strictly limited how fast he could earn money:
Ingredients.
He had greatly underestimated both the popularity of the festival and the popularity of his dishes.
His stall had been a hit from the moment it opened.
Now more than half of his ingredients were already gone.
At this rate, everything would sell out within two hours.
And just as Hayato Sora predicted—
Two hours after the festival started, the ingredients were completely depleted.
On the stall counter, aside from Mud Cookies and Grass Dumplings, there were no other dishes left.
Taking advantage of the brief break, Hayato Sora patted Cinccino and praised it.
Today's success was largely thanks to Cinccino.
Without it, their popularity would have been cut in half.
So far, there hadn't been a single Pokémon able to resist Cinccino's charm.
It had attracted wave after wave of customers to the stall.
Receiving the praise, Cinccino lifted its chin proudly.
"Li-li!"
Of course—I'm amazing!
The other Pokémon had helped as well, and Hayato Sora praised them one by one.
Except for Cyclizar.
That guy had actually fallen asleep.
Despite the noisy environment, it was snoring loudly.
Hayato Sora shook his head before addressing the others.
"Hang in there a bit longer, everyone. Once we sell the rest of the dishes, we'll go explore the festival too."
After all, this was their first time attending the annual Beach Festival.
Hayato Sora couldn't just keep his Pokémon stuck at the stall the entire time.
Besides, he also wanted to look around.
The Pokémon cheered in unison.
Even the Noibat hanging upside down above them and Smoliv, acting as a decorative plant on the counter, began looking forward to it.
Only Cyclizar remained asleep, showing no signs of waking.
What no one knew was that Cyclizar had secretly eaten several servings of White-Cut Chicken.
Something inside its body had begun to change.
A faint purple glimmer flashed for a moment before disappearing.
No one noticed—not even Cyclizar itself.
All it felt was overwhelming sleepiness.
Soon, it fell into a deep slumber.
Its consciousness drifted in and out as a hazy dream slowly unfolded.
…
"Here you go, sir—your Mud Cookies. The last bag. Only 100 PokéDollars."
The trainer thanked Hayato Sora and eagerly released his Pokémon.
He had heard from a friend that the dishes here were especially suitable for Rock-type Pokémon, so he rushed over as quickly as possible.
Luckily, he had made it just in time.
Now he couldn't wait to share the food.
A flash of light appeared.
A Pokémon covered in a gray-blue shell, shaped almost like a cocoon, emerged.
One of the Pokémon famous for late blooming—
Pupitar.
Its final evolution was the powerful and tyrannical Tyranitar, often called the Desert Tyrant.
Pupitar was the stage where it accumulated power for its final evolution.
The effect of the Mud Cookies paired perfectly with it.
The moment Pupitar appeared, its attention was drawn to the Mud Cookies.
It rubbed its rough shell against its trainer, begging for food.
The Pupitar devoured the cookies in huge bites.
Even after finishing them all, it looked longingly toward the remaining five bags on the stall.
"Boss, I'll take all of those."
Food that Pupitar liked was rare.
Without hesitation, the trainer bought them all.
While packaging the food, Hayato Sora continued promoting his products.
"You shouldn't eat Mud Cookies alone. If you pair them with Stir-Fried Stones , you'll get the best results."
Pupitar ate the Stir-Fried Stones stones.
Inside its body, the accumulated Rock-type energy condensed slightly.
Crack—
Suddenly, a tiny crack appeared in Pupitar's shell.
At first, Hayato Sora thought something had gone wrong.
But from the crack burst a brilliant white light—the unmistakable sign of evolution.
Pupitar's trainer looked ecstatic.
Unable to hide his excitement, he shouted:
"Pupitar—are you evolving?!"
"Sha—sha…"
Hungry.
An overwhelming hunger spread through Pupitar's body.
Its bloodshot eyes fixed on the remaining Stir-Fried Stones stones, craving more.
"Roooar!"
Behind Hayato Sora, Kangaskhan sensed danger.
It stepped forward and shielded Hayato Sora, staring fiercely at Pupitar.
If the Pokémon moved any closer, Kangaskhan's massive fists would strike immediately.
"Pupitar, you want to eat those too? Sure, sure!"
The trainer pointed at the remaining stones.
"Boss, I'll take those as well."
"Relax, Boss. No need to worry."
Hayato Sora patted Kangaskhan, signaling it to calm down.
He grinned.
His "living advertisement" was about to be born.
Mud Cookies + Stir-Fried Stones
Combined with a Pupitar already on the verge of evolution.
The result—
A dazzling white light erupted, completely enveloping Pupitar.
People quickly gathered around, craning their necks to watch.
When they realized a Pokémon was evolving, excitement spread through the crowd.
Soon, word spread:
A Pokémon had evolved after eating food from this stall.
Many trainers immediately turned their attention toward Hayato Sora's remaining dishes.
Most trainers were wealthy spenders.
The price of a few dishes meant nothing to them.
And if the food might increase the chance of evolution, even better.
Whether it worked or not didn't matter.
It was worth trying anyway.
After all, this wasn't a video game.
Pokémon didn't automatically evolve at a certain level.
In fact, failing to evolve was more common.
But for trainers, a Pokémon that couldn't reach its final form was naturally disadvantaged in battle.
And abandoning a Pokémon to catch another one?
Aside from a small number of cold-hearted people, almost no trainer would do that.
For trainers, the bond formed through shared adventures with their Pokémon was irreplaceable.
Now imagine hearing that a stall sold food that could increase the probability of evolution—
for only 100 PokéDollars.
Buy!
Buy more!
Buy everything!
At that moment, the light surrounding Pupitar gradually faded.
A brand-new Pokémon stood on the ground.
The moment people saw it, their faces turned pale.
"Run! Why is there a Tyranitar at the festival?!"
"Everyone be careful!"
Officer Jenny rushed toward the scene against the flow of the crowd, accompanied by her Growlithe.
Her expression was serious.
"Trainer, you and your Tyranitar have violated City Regulation Article XXX. Please come with us."
The unlucky trainer froze.
A 3,000-word written reflection was inevitable.
With drooping shoulders, the trainer and Tyranitar followed Officer Jenny away.
Meanwhile—
Hayato Sora's stall had been completely cleaned out.
Every last dish was sold.
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