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Chapter 0822: The Story of Sirfetch’d（Three-in-One）
🕑 Added 2025-09-12 07:00:06 +0000 UTCTwo years ago.
Galar Region.
White clouds drifted lazily across the blue sky as a Corviknight soared overhead.
Green stretched endlessly across the plains, with Wooloo chewing the grass without a care.
A Skwovet clambered into a berry tree, stuffed an Oran Berry into its mouth, and scurried out of sight.
In this world, countless Pokémon find habitats—by rivers, in the mountains, among cities, or the forests.
Our story today begins with a single Galar Farfetch’d.
The forest of Glimwood Tangle was filled with towering trees, sunlight slicing through the fog, scattering dappled patches onto the ground. Within the rustling bushes, a Farfetch’d with dark gray feathers and a massive leek hefted over its shoulder walked with a piercing, determined gaze.
“Farfetch'd! (▼皿▼メ)”
You could tell from that monster leek—and the scowl in his eyes—that this guy was not to be messed with.
Hoothoot on the treetops stopped mid-song, Blipbug crawled deeper into the bushes, and Skwovet dove for cover in a nearby hollow.
In the Galar Region, Pokémon all knew Farfetch’d—Pokémon built for battle and never ones to back down.
Unlike the Normal-type Farfetch’d from Johto,
Galarian Farfetch’d are Fighting-type. Aggressive, proud, and always willing to take on a challenger with that big old leek.
Galar leeks are rare, and they’re more than just weapons—they’re food, too. This means a Farfetch’d has to brawl and steal turf, or risk starving.
No fights, no survival.
Just as the Pokédex says, Farfetch’d is becoming more and more uncommon; Galar Farfetch’d especially so.
Galarian Farfetch’d almost never group up, usually living solo and staking out their own territories.
Some even block key paths and force Trainers into battles just to hone their skills.
And when it comes to intruders, Galar Farfetch’d shows no mercy.
But at the same time, when it comes to weaker Pokémon within their domain, Galar Farfetch’d will take on a guardian role—sometimes even offering mentorship.
Galarian Farfetch’d are icons of Galar, this tough-as-nails land.
They fight hard enemies, defend the weak, stand fearless, and live for battle.
And this Galar Farfetch’d’s turf?
Right here, in Slumbering Weald.
Slumbering Weald is a mysterious forest, veiled in mist all year, rumored to be home to dangerous Pokémon and considered off-limits by most of Galar’s people.
Most poachers who tried their luck either got lost in the fog, winding up where they started, or got run off by the local Farfetch’d.
That’s why this forest still has all its gorgeous natural beauty—ancient ruins left untouched deep inside.
“Farfetch’d!” The dark-feathered Farfetch’d, eyes sharp as blades and leek slung over his shoulder like a knight’s lance, pressed deeper into the forest.
The deeper in you went, the stronger the wild Pokémon got.
Maybe a Weezing exuding toxic gas, or a Corviknight with glowing red eyes.
Stronger, sure, but none of them ever tried to pick a fight with the local Farfetch’d.
No surprise—this Farfetch’d would point his leek and charge even if a legendary hero popped up.
Because this guy? Straight-up had Scrappy.
Scrappy means you’re bold and relentless—staring down Arceus wouldn’t faze him.
That’s what kind of Galar Farfetch’d this was.
At the heart of Slumbering Weald,
there was an altar glowing faintly—shaped almost like an old well, covered in twisting green vines, with two Rusted Sword and a shield resting beside it.
Honestly, my leek works way better than those...
Galar Farfetch’d gave them a quick glance and called out, “Farfetch’d!”
Hey—you two, come fight me!
The altar was shrouded in thick fog, almost like walls on all sides.
Far off, a long, mysterious roar broke the silence—gentle but powerful.
Gradually,
two pairs of glowing eyes broke through the haze like lanterns.
Two mysterious beasts stood behind the mist, staring at Farfetch’d. You couldn’t quite see their whole bodies—it felt like you were looking at them through a river of fog.
“Farfetch’d!” Farfetch’d narrowed his eyes, tightened his grip on the leek, and gave a cocky grin.
I’m making you two show yourselves today, one way or another!
With webbed feet stomping the earth, Farfetch’d dragged his steel-like leek, sending up sparks as he charged ahead. In an instant, he gripped his leek in both wings and swung down hard.
Clang!
A metallic clang rang out, but there were no sparks—almost like it had vanished into the river.
“Farfetch’d!!” Farfetch’d started swinging wildly, unleashing a furious Brutal Swing as afterimages flashed in every direction.
But the mist never budged.
A few rounds later, the two pairs of eyes vanished, and the fog slowly lifted.
Farfetch’d collapsed on the ground, panting hard, brow furrowed.
“Farfetch’d...” (Lost again today...)
Truth was, Farfetch’d was still pretty young. He knew he wasn’t as strong as the oldest Corviknight or Weezing in the forest—let alone ready to take on the “two kings.”
But that was no reason to back down.
You get better, step by step. Unravel their secrets, bit by bit.
“Farfetch’d!” The dark-feathered Farfetch’d’s eyes flashed dangerously.
Cowardice? Not on my watch!
Seasons turned, time went by—and Farfetch’d made Rusted Shield his home.
Every day he’d spar with the “kings” at the altar, mentor weak Pokémon, pester Weezing and Corviknight for a challenge, get battered and bandaged up, then rest for tomorrow’s fight.
They say every Galar Farfetch’d has survived hundreds of battles.
Only the toughest, most loyal, most steadfast Farfetch’d ever evolve into Sirfetch’d.
One day,
the birds sang sweetly in the woods, mist curling low.
Farfetch’d stretched up with his leek to knock a berry off a tree and handed it to a Blipbug. Then, he carefully scooped up a wounded Rookidee by the tip of his leek, lifting it back to its nest up in the branches.
Blipbug and Rookidee chirped their thanks, while Farfetch’d simply nodded, brow bushy as ever.
Boom!!
Deep in the woods, a huge explosion echoed out.
Birds scattered in panic. Farfetch’d’s eyes sharpened—he grabbed his leek and rushed over. At the scene, he paused to sniff around.
There were human footprints—two sets!
That noise just now—
Farfetch’d's eyes widened, taking in a Weezing spewing pale smoke, eyes clouded over, on the brink of collapse.
On the other side, a Corviknight with busted feathers and bleeding wounds cawed hoarsely at Farfetch’d: “Corviknight…”
Don’t go after those two humans—they’re just here for the altar.
“Farfetch'd!”
But Farfetch’d, shaking with rage and eyes burning red, shouldered his leek, ignoring the old guard’s warning, and sprinted straight for the altar.
How could I—how could I just sit back and do nothing?!
At the altar,
two strangely styled men in bright red and blue suits looked up in surprise at the sound of someone rushing in.
“You said you handled all the Pokémon here, right, Shielbert?”
The man in blue—a long sword of hair spiked down his head—spoke up.
Shielbert, in a red suit with a head of gold hair shaped like a shield, answered respectfully,
“Yes, Brother, but accidents do happen.”
“Farfetch'd!” The call rang out.
Both men turned to face the challenger.
A dark-feathered Farfetch’d, eyes fierce as ever, leek on his shoulder.
There was no avoiding a battle now.
Sordward sighed, “As Galar royalty, it’s honestly annoying how we have to deal with obstacles to reclaim our ancestors’ heirlooms...”
“They’re just wild Pokémon, nothing more,” Shielbert added, glancing over at the well, where the Rusted Sword and Shield rested. If they could just beat this Pokémon, they’d have what they wanted. “I’ll make it pay, Brother.”
“Let’s do it together, Shielbert—before the really tough Pokémon show up.” Sordward pulled out a Poké Ball.
“Sordward and Shielbert,” the infamous royal duo—descendants of Galar’s kings, selfish, vain, always plotting to steal the relics and claim the throne.
What’s wild is, as Trainers, both were Elite Four-level—absolute nightmares for any Farfetch’d or for the whole of Glimwood Tangle.
“Go!” Both threw their Poké Balls. “Bisharp! Bronzong!”
Bisharp looked like a drawn blade, red eyes glinting, arm raised in a chopping pose.
Bronzong hovered silently, like a wall that just wouldn’t budge.
“ Farfetch’d..” Farfetch’d gritted his beak and clutched his leek.
A wave of dread and danger washed over him.
Even with Corviknight and Weezing, he wasn’t sure they could win.
But—but!
Is battle only about winning? Is that the only reason to fight?
“Farfetch’d!!” Farfetch’d let loose a raw, fierce aura, dragging his leek and sending blue sparks flying.
Better to die fighting than live in fear!
That burst of fighting spirit clearly spooked Sordward and Shielbert. Their faces soured.
This was just a Farfetch’d—nobody would even pick one as a starter.
So why is it standing against both of us?!
“Bisharp! Slash it!”
“Bronzong! Gyro Ball!”
Bisharp’s blade glinted white-hot as it swung down. Farfetch’d charged headlong into the blow—a slash split open his belly, blood poured down, but he roared, leaped high, and unleashed his own leek, glowing with all the strength of a true Fighting type.
Rock Smash—Critical Hit!
Bisharp’s pupils shrank; despite the gap in levels, it was four-times weak to Fighting. It staggered, barely blocking the strike, armor splintering!
At the same time, Bronzong spun like an iron top and sent Sirfetch’d flying.
“Farfetch’d...”
Farfetch’d crashed to earth, eyes gray, on the edge of collapse. One wing stretched helplessly for his lost leek.
I can’t... can’t be left unarmed...
Sordward and Shielbert exchanged a look.
“Jeez... scared me for a second, but turns out this guy’s just a wild Pokémon, not even Gym Leader level. Pulled a lucky crit, that’s all.” Sordward sighed, wiping his brow.
Shielbert said coldly, “Brother, we have to end this—now.”
Suddenly, both men took a step back, faces paling.
Farfetch’d, leaning on the leek, battered bloody, rose once more. His eyes seemed to burn with black fire. “Farfetch’d!”
Sometimes, fighting spirit is all that stands between defeat and victory—and you can see it with your own eyes.
A Focus Sash can save you in a pinch, a Focus Band can leave you with a sliver of HP, and real fighting spirit lets you turn it all around.
Even when staring down an unstoppable opponent, never—ever—lose your fighting spirit.
A warrior stays strong, no matter the odds.
Once again charging, once again swinging his leek—Critical Hit, Rock Smash crashing down!
Bisharp actually dropped to one knee, eyes wild, blade swinging in desperation as it cleaved Farfetch’d—
With a savage snap, the leek splintered in two. Bronzong spun once more, slamming into Farfetch’d, who bit down, grabbed what was left of his leek with his beak, and pecked with all his might.
BAM!!
Blood flew, and Farfetch’d hit the ground hard, the broken leek falling on each side of his battered body.
Sordward’s expression was ugly.
“What... is this monster?!”
“Why hasn’t it gone down—did it have a Focus Band? And where the hell is its Trainer?!?!” Shielbert yelled.
Suddenly, Bisharp, Bronzong, Sordward, and Shielbert all stared in fear.
Farfetch’d, bruised and pumping blood, pulled himself back to his feet, fighting spirit blazing ever higher. He held the broken stalk and shield-like leaves, roaring: “Farfetch’d!!”
Broken or not, a knight never yields his weapon.
A dazzling Evolution light swept over Farfetch’d, bathing the whole forest in radiant white!
Sordward and Shielbert were left speechless.
“Evolution...”
In this scene, Farfetch’d actually evolved?
A Farfetch’d can only evolve into Sirfetch’d if it lands three critical hits in a single battle—something that almost never happens.
It dawned on the royal duo—
Those three rounds just now? All three attacks had been Critical Hits!?
The light faded.
Before their eyes now stood a snow-white Pokémon, the image of a white knight.
It had a sharp V-shaped brow, a cool, detached stare, its stance solid as a mountain, holding a sword made of leek stalk and a leaf shield.
It was wild, but you’d swear “sword-browed and star-eyed” could describe it better than any poet—Galar’s White Knight.
The unstoppable, scrappy Sirfetch’d, proud and steadfast.
“Sirfetch’d!” Sirfetch’d’s eyes flashed, snapping his shield up at Bisharp.
His body still battered, hardly able to stand, but his fighting will gleamed like a blade.
This forest? I’ll be the one to protect it!
“Tch... Bro, maybe we come back another time?” Shielbert whispered hoarsely.
“No way!” Sordward bellowed. “We’re the royal brothers of Galar—future heroes!”
Suddenly, a bright, mysterious cry echoed through the forest.
Fog swept in around the altar.
The true Sword and Shield heroes—the legendary Pokémon who once ended the Darkest Day.
Zacian and Zamazenta strode out through the mist.
Sirfetch’d stared up, wide-eyed.
So... this is what they really look like...
Even the royal duo hesitated, fear filling their faces the next moment.
Every Trainer instinct screamed: these two Pokémon are way out of our league!
FLASH!
A blade of light swept through—their Pokémon collapsed, suits shredded to rags, the royal brothers pale and exposed.
“Get out,” Zamazenta spoke, its telepathy deep and echoing.
“The Galar royal family has done us favors... but this is your last chance,” Zacian said, cold as steel.
Sordward and Shielbert nodded frantically, taking off at a run, tripping over each other for the exit.
“Big Bro, wait for me!”
“You first—I’ll clear the way for you!”
Their terrified shouts faded into the mist. Quiet and fog wrapped around Slumbering Weald once again.
Zacian and Zamazenta stared down at Sirfetch’d.
Sirfetch’d stared back, vision blurring, steps faltering.
He had pushed himself to the limit, fighting two Elite Four-level Pokémon.
But...
Sirfetch’d planted his feet, opened his tired eyes, beak cracking a battered grin.
Then, he lifted sword and shield, facing the legendary pair—ready to battle again!
Thunk!
Sirfetch’d toppled backward—out cold.
Zacian and Zamazenta exchanged nods. Gently, Zamazenta picked him up, laying him on Zacian’s back.
Together, the legendary duo walked into the deep woods beyond the altar.
Beyond Corviknight and Weezing, the depths of Slumbering Weald harbored a mysterious Pokémon known asMunna.
Munna devours nightmares, manipulating dreams and healing Pokémon with Healing Wish.
Sirfetch’d, by pushing his fighting spirit to the edge to avoid collapse, had done lasting damage to his mind.
Luckily, Munna could eat away Sirfetch’d’s nightmares, soothing his pain.
After a good night’s sleep, Sirfetch’d would remember his battle as if it were a hazy dream—a memory that felt both real and unreal, hidden in his subconscious.
Munna also tucked away Sirfetch’d’s fierce battle spirit deep in his mind, to protect him from lasting harm.
All of this remains locked in his dreams—waiting, perhaps, for a Darkrai or another dream-walking Pokémon to unlock it.
Or, maybe, in a moment of crisis, Sirfetch’d’s courage will rise again as if by fate.
Zacian and Zamazenta left Sirfetch’d with Munna, nodded quietly, and vanished into the fog.
A true hero isn’t one who’s already strong—it’s one who raises his sword even when the odds are hopeless. That’s true courage.
Deep in the altar, the rusted sword and shield gleamed for a moment, free from dust once more.
The next morning.
Sirfetch’d slowly woke up.
Birdsong and the scent of flowers; warm sunlight; he was sprawled lazily across a boulder, memories swirling.
“Sirfetch’d...( -'`-)”
I feel like I had this super long dream yesterday...
Wait—when did I evolve? Did that happen in my dream?
That's so cool. That’s why I’m the best duck.
A week later, Professor Magnolia led a research team deep into Glimwood Tangle, taking the badly injured Weezing, Corviknight, and Sirfetch’d back to the Pokémon Center.
The first two moved on to the Day Care, eventually finding Trainers of their own.
Following a “Regional Forms Research” request from Tokyo Metropolitan University’s Pokémon Day Care Research Institute, Sirfetch’d was shipped to TMU’s Pokémon Day Care.
Lazy sunbathing every day, the occasional mentorship for other Pokémon—a carefree life.
Every farewell always leads to another fated meeting. (voiceover)
One sunny day,
Sirfetch’d’s eyes sparkled under the sun, quietly watching a young man with tousled black hair.
The black-haired youth smiled, reaching a hand out. Sirfetch’d hesitated, then nodded solemnly.
Thus began their adventure together! (voiceover)
April 21.
Lumiose City, café.
“Sirfetch’d, almost time to go!”
Natsume called to Sirfetch’d, sunning himself in the garden.
“Sonia invited us to Galar, and Cynthia’s already on board!”
“Sirfetch’d~( -'`-)”
