The Flower House

However, it seemed like this person hadn't heard Yuga's voice at all.

"Dad!"

At this moment, Mina, who was standing beside them, couldn't bear it any longer and shouted loudly at the man.

The middle-aged man shuddered, finally coming back to his senses.

"Ah... Ah, right... the guest. I apologize. I am Tsuruta. Young man, did you come to discuss Vivillon with me? It's a pleasure to meet you. Your Vivillon, it's simply perfect. We must have a thorough exchange..."

Yuga hadn't even started speaking, and Mr. Tsuruta began rambling on, not even introducing himself properly.

He was indeed an eccentric person.

"Come, come, young man, let's sit down and talk."

Saying this, Mr. Tsuruta pulled Yuga into a seat, while Mina followed along, clearly unhappy with her father's less-than-graceful hosting.

"Oh... young man... By the way, I haven't asked for your name yet?"

After a long pause, Mr. Tsuruta finally remembered that he didn't know Yuga's name.

"I'm Shimizu Yuga."

Yuga replied, feeling a bit awkward but polite.

"Shimizu Yuga, what a nice name."

That name sounded somewhat familiar to Mr. Tsuruta, but the thought was quickly dismissed.

"Yuga, my friend, are you also a Vivillon enthusiast?"

Yuga shook his head. "Not exactly. I'm a Vivillon Trainer. I saw many Vivillon in the nearby flower field, which piqued my interest, so I came to visit the owner of these Vivillon."

"I see..."

Hearing that Yuga wasn't a Vivillon enthusiast, Mr. Tsuruta felt a bit disappointed, thinking he had found a fellow enthusiast.

"Well, Shimizu Yuga, it doesn't matter. You've raised such a beautiful Vivillon. You must have valuable insights into Vivillon training."

Mr. Tsuruta's initial disappointment was fleeting, and seeing Yuga's Vivillon resting on his head, he became excited once again.

"Did you raise all these Vivillon by yourself?"

Yuga asked with curiosity. It was quite challenging to raise such a large number of Vivillon.

"Not exactly. These Vivillon here were raised by me and my father together."

Speaking of his father, Mr. Tsuruta's face was filled with nostalgia.

"And your father?"

"He's passed away."

When Yuga mentioned Mr. Tsuruta's late father, he could sense the deep longing and affection Mr. Tsuruta had for him. Their father-son relationship must have been very strong.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize..."

Hearing that Mr. Tsuruta's father had passed away, Yuga felt apologetic, thinking that he shouldn't have brought up the topic.

"It's okay, really. When I look at these Vivillon, it reminds me of my father every day. There's nothing I can't talk about."

Mr. Tsuruta was a very open-minded person.

"By the way, would you like to see the flower house that my father and I built? It's where we cultivate Vivillon."

Mr. Tsuruta enthusiastically invited Yuga.

Yuga was genuinely interested in seeing where Mr. Tsuruta cultivated Vivillon and replied with a smile, "I'd be honored."

"Would you like to come along, Mina?"

After standing up, Mr. Tsuruta turned to his daughter, who was sitting beside him.

"Of course, I'm coming!"

Otherwise, how can I keep an eye on you, Dad?

Mina shot her father an annoyed look and then said to Yuga, "Mr. Shimizu, I'll show you the way."

Mr. Tsuruta awkwardly rubbed his nose, not quite sure what had irked his beloved daughter.

Seeing through the situation, Yuga smiled and shook his head, saying, "Thank you, Mina."

Mr. Tsuruta's flower house was located behind the villa, and although it was called a flower house, it was actually a special ecological garden designed specifically for Vivillon.

According to Mr. Tsuruta, his father had built this flower house when he was young. His father had a lifelong passion for Vivillon, collecting a wide variety of wing patterns and constructing this facility for their cultivation.

Mr. Tsuruta had witnessed his father's dedication to raising Vivillon since he was a child, and he, too, had developed a love for these Pokémon under his father's influence.

His father had told him that Vivillon, despite their small size, had a strong determination to live, and the beautiful patterns on their wings were a reflection of their tenacious life spirit.

His father's greatest wish had been to collect all twenty different wing patterns of Vivillon, but sadly, he had never fulfilled that dream before he passed away.

Afterward, Mr. Tsuruta continued the pursuit of his father's dream and eventually managed to collect all twenty patterns. Strictly speaking, neither Mr. Tsuruta nor his father were Trainers or breeders; they were simply individuals with a deep understanding of raising Vivillon.

Their family ran a successful restaurant business in Kalos, which provided them with the financial means to collect and cultivate a large number of Vivillon.

Mr. Tsuruta had a younger brother, a talented Trainer and renowned chef. However, unlike his brother and father, he had no interest in Vivillon as Pokémon and did not inherit his father's legacy.

Initially, Yuga thought that the number of Vivillon he had seen in the flower field and garden was impressive, but when he arrived at Mr. Tsuruta's flower house, he realized he had been mistaken.

While Mr. Tsuruta's flower house couldn't match the size of the ecological garden in the forest park, it was still substantial, much larger than Yuga's main Ecopark area, which had been systematically expanded over time.

Yuga couldn't help but marvel at the fact that there were always wealthy individuals in the world.

Inside Mr. Tsuruta's flower house, there was a profusion of exotic plants, and butterflies, both in their caterpillar and pupa stages, were everywhere. Vivillon with different wing patterns were also flying all around.

As soon as Yuga's Vivillon entered the flower house, it excitedly joined the swarm of butterflies. While there were other Icy Snow Pattern Vivillon in the area, Yuga wasn't worried about not recognizing his own Pokémon.

His Vivillon stood out prominently, both in size and the dazzling brilliance of its scales, surpassing all other Vivillon in the area.

Once Yuga's Vivillon entered the swarm, it became the center of attention, with other Vivillon flying around it in reverence, creating a mesmerizing sight.

Mr. Tsuruta gazed at Yuga's Vivillon with envy and exclaimed, "Young man, your Vivillon is truly outstanding."

Observing the multitude of Vivillon fluttering in the flower house, Yuga inquired, "Mr. Tsuruta, with so many Vivillon in this flower house, it must be quite challenging to manage, isn't it?"

With a sigh, Mr. Tsuruta replied, "Indeed. You see, Vivillon reproduce quite rapidly. Over the years, my father and I continued to collect them, and now, the number of Vivillon has exceeded my capacity to care for them."

While the flower house was quite large, the number of Vivillon was even larger. And outside, there were even more Vivillon.

It was hard to imagine what it would be like when all the Vivillon eventually entered the flower house. The harsh cold of autumn and winter wouldn't be suitable for Vivillon to live outside for extended periods.