Can Pokemon to Naruto 2

Commissioned by Anythony Maxwell

Can Pokemon to Naruto? 

Chapter 2

-VB-

I was starting to get used to here. 

Wherever here was in the Land of Fire. 

“Wait, really?!” I asked incredulously as the volunteer farmer explained to me how farming was done in this village and every other village in contact with this village. 

Namely, pre-medieval methodology combined with post-medieval tools. Maybe it was just because the people here were far away from the capital and big cities where innovation was, you know, most innovative. 

And maybe it was also how much more comfortable I was with the villagers that I slipped into how I usually talked.

“Come on, man! This is some ancient shit!” I sputtered. “How the hell are you feeding people in the middle of this tropical jungle with something that Jesus might have seen in his lifetime, huh? No no no, we’re gonna go and change how we do shit around here, brother.”

The grouchy farmer gave me the squint eye. “And you think you can do better?”

“Hell, yeah! I know how to make those seeds all sprout faster at least. Ehh, how do you say it? Gotta post your pots in compost?” I tried, though I tried to twist the -post to sound a bit more like -pot. 

The farmer stared at me. Unimpressed. 

I clicked my tongue. “Fine! I’ll show it. I’ll show you all!” Then I paused. “Ah. I just need, maybe, like a bucket?”

He rolled his eyes and went over to the communal shed and brought out a wide bottom pan? Bucket? Pan-bucket. Pucket? 

Whatever! 

“Alright, show me.”

“Aight. I’ll show you. I’ll show how the master sows,” I grinned. “... So where do you keep all of your organic trash?”

This time, he raised an eyebrow. “Like… what’s organic?”

“You know. Food wastes like peels and rotten food! Things you don’t eat but can get rotten. Not branches or anything like that.”

He led me to where the village dumped all of their stuff, and as far as I could see, hell nah they were using any of it for composting. 

“None of you do composting, huh?”

“Again, what is that?” 

“The soil you make from dead things. Like how the world makes soil from dead things and worms and bacteria. The kind of soil that plants thrive in! It’s like you not getting all your vitamins!”

“... Vitamins?”

“Ugh.” 

-VB-

So!

While working as a woodchopper, I managed to get three tubs (that’s the best word I’m gonna get!) filled with soil mostly but also with bits and pieces of finely crushed and chopped up vegetable wastes. In those three tubs, I planted beans and covered it up with wet cloth. 

Next, I prepared a lot of compost from other organic wastes, really chopped them up, and them brought shit ton of water from the nearest river. I had to do this manually on foot by filling up buckets and carrying them back. 

… Maybe I should help the villagers set up a water infrastructure first. Like those Japanese street irrigation canals. I mean, there was a river right there. They did have a very basic one set up, which allowed the water to come when they lifted a thick wooden gate and the water would fill the rice paddies. 

That’s for the future. 

Right now, I was just happy to see this.

What was this? 

“Look. At. Mah. Sprouts,” I said to Yoichi, Aoto’s older brother, as I gestured to the tubs of sprouting beans with my hands with each word. The reason why I was working with him was partially because I was living with him and his brother for now. Once my stay became clear, I would get my own house, either made with the village or one I built myself. 

Anyways, Yoichi bet that the beans will sprout after a week and a half. I told him under a week.

And look at those cuties.

They sprouted in under half a week. Hell, the roots came out in just a day! 

Yoichi looked impressed. 

“Chopped up vegetable trash and a wet cloth?”

“Moisture is important! It tells the plants that the world is ready for them~!” I cackled. “Man, I told you.”

“Better stupid than obnoxious like you,” Yoichi sighed. 

“Oi.”

“Whatever. So you know a thing or two about farming.”

“Yeah, of course, I do. Do ye not see the results on front of ye?”

“... How long are you gonna gloat over this?”

I grinned. He just grunted irritably but with respectful acknowledgement.

Maybe I was getting too comfortable but, hey, people here were a lot friendlier with me than people back home ever were. 

Well, I supposed that they had to be if they didn’t want to descend into anarchy as the village broke apart due to infighting, feuds, and -.

Let’s not think about depressive shit.

I sniffed before looking over to my other potted plants.

Even though these plants also started their life as beans, they were distinctly different; their sprouts looked more like the beginning of a tree sapling than bean sprouts. 

Those were my Oran Berry sprouts. 

All it took was just a few needles poked into them at specific points. I also tested if this worked with other people, but nope. The one that Yoichi poked was in a different pot, but those didn’t sprout at all. Considering that each pot had a dozen sprouts and all of my needled seeds sprouted while all of the ones Yoichi needled didn’t? 

There was something funky going on.

‘… Some punk was making some funky shit happen?’ I thought as I tried to make something rhyme there. 

“So what now?”

“Now? I let them grow a bit more. A few days. A week at most. Then we’re gonna replant them. Give them more room to grow. They gotta let those rooty legs stretch and we gotta make some … infrastructure for them to climb. So let’s get to it! The daylight’s a wasting~!”