Chapter 3 The Wind of Beginning

"Oh, child, you are incomprehensible," said Grandma Olan with a sigh, breaking the silence. Her mind wandered back to the day when she adopted Terrance. Terrance was born in Hualien City, Kanto, and soon became a loner despite receiving the minimum living allowance. Even with the subsidy from the alliance, it was difficult for him to live a normal life.

At that time, Oran happened to be passing through Kanto and applied to the alliance for a series of procedures after obtaining Terrance's consent. She then adopted him under the name of this orphanage.

Terrance was not the first child-like boy to be adopted by the Green House, nor would he be the last. But he was the most special child that Oran had ever seen. From being silent and withdrawn at the beginning, Terrance later became mature, stable, and considerate. It was hard to imagine that he was only six years old. Oran was amazed by his passion for books, even tedious knowledge that any child his age would avoid. Terrance loved to read it, and he analyzed it clearly and logically with relish!

Serious, meticulous, and mature, sometimes Oran almost forgot that Terrance was also an orphan she adopted. In reality, Terrance was helping her take care of the other children.

"It's our luck to meet you," said Grandma Olan, looking at Terrance with piercing eyes. She didn't know what this child was thinking all day long, and she couldn't fathom how he still had the innocence of a child. Sometimes, seeing Terrance's focus, Grandma Olan would even show a trace of fear. This child was so special that it made her feel like he was unreal.

"I'm sorry," Terrance said in a low voice, not knowing how to continue the conversation. Nevertheless, he would never change his decision to leave Old Green House.

After a long silence, Grandma Oran looked at the Beautifly and said, "The reason I came here is to tell you to take this child away." Looking softly at the Beautifly, Grandma Olan sighed, "It's time for it to grow and expand its horizons."

Terrance was startled by this news. Take away the Beautifly? Although it was mainly taken care of by the court tree, everyone in the Green House contributed differently to its care. In other words, the Beautifly was not Terrance's Pokemon. It had not been subdued by anyone, and all the food expenses for the Beautifly had always been borne by Grandma Olan.

"Let it stay with the children," Terrance said, shaking his head. Taking away the Beautifly would certainly bring him an advantage on the next trip, but it would be too irresponsible to do so. After all, the Beautifly was not his personal property, and every member of Green house had devoted different efforts to it.

"I knew you would say that, but the children have already agreed, and they also hope that Hunting Butterfly can go out and see the world with you." Grandma Olan had expected Terrance's answer.

"Take this," said Grandma Olan, patting Terrance on the shoulder and handing him something. "Is this... a Pokemon Ball?" Terrance asked. The pokemon ball was pure white in colour, and Terrance couldn't help clenching his fists as he examined it. The children's names were written in messy handwriting on the pure white pokemon ball.

"This is what I won in a grand competition when I was young. It's a commemorative ball. It has the same function as an pokemon ball, but now it contains. Take it and go subdue the beautiflys together. We'll feel more at ease with both of you," Grandma Oran explained.

Terrance stared at the memorial ball, wanting to say something but ultimately remaining silent. As he held the commemorative ball, he felt a warm heaviness in his hand.

Finally, Terrance looked at Grandma Oran and said, "I understand. Leave this child to me. If it agrees to become my pokemon, I will take it with me to fulfil the children's dreams."

After nodding in agreement, Terrance turned his gaze to the beautifly hovering in the air, as if asking for its consent.

"Cuckoo~" The beautifly chirped, understanding what was happening now. It had experienced Terrance's meticulous care and companionship, the difficult training they had been through together, and the sweat they had shed. Becoming Terrance's pokemon was also the Hunting Butterfly's long-cherished wish.

"Congratulations," Grandma Oran said with a smile. Although she couldn't help feeling a bit sad for Terrance, she was happy that the beautifly had found a trustworthy partner.

"Thank you," Terrance replied, still clutching the commemorative ball tightly.

"Thank you," said Lonely, as Terrance tightly clenched the commemorative ball.

Grandma Oran still had a smile on her face as she looked at Terrance. She couldn't help but feel amused and thought to herself, "What a weird child."

The pure white colour of the pokemon ball symbolized the beginning of Terrance's dream. Feeling the breeze blowing in from the window, Terrance watched as the Beautifly flew by. His thoughts drifted back to the past.

During those times, Terrance and the Beautifly greeted the morning light together and practised their tricks. Under the sunlight, the Beautifly's silk formed a big net that crackled with electric current.

This was the result of Terrance and the Beautifly working hard to upgrade the silk-spinning trick to the power grid trick, as suggested by Grandma Oran. This special training required a lot of effort from Terrance. Since the time of the Thorntail, Terrance had deliberately cultivated the Thorntail so that it would not waste its silk.

Terrance believed that if the silk-spinning trick was used properly, it would play a vital role. In addition to special training, Terrance also worked hard to supplement protein for the spiny-tailed worm and the astringent ginkgo fruit that could increase the number of silkworms and strengthen their toughness. He often ran into the jungle alone to fetch them.

The pulp and leaves of the astringent ginkgo fruit were the favourite food of insect elves. After being prepared by the garden tree, the astringent ginkgo fruit could provide better nutrition for Beautiflys.

After several months of joint efforts, the silk spinning of the Beautifly had made great progress, and it had good conductivity. Finally, with the help of Mama fruit, Beautifly comprehended the trick of the power grid. This was also the biggest achievement in the year that Terrance and the Beautifly had been together.

In addition, Beautifly's excellent airflow sensing, fine-grained wind speed control, and silver whirlwind filled with all kinds of scales were all the result of Terrance and Beautifly's joint efforts. It can be said that although Beautifly may not be outstanding in strength, it is an excellent player in the use of unique skills. A little guy was born for the gorgeous competition.

Because it carried the gorgeous dreams of children throughout green house, Grandma Oran's experience was also the biggest help in its growth. The breeze blew again, and Terrance suddenly woke up. He knew that this was the beginning of the wind bidding him farewell.