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Chapter 186: Mother-Son Conflict

The higher the quality of the Pokéblocks, the more crystalline and translucent they appeared. Lower quality cubes seemed muddier, determined by the impurities within.

Each Pokéblock made by Misaki resembled a beautiful crystal, making them the finest among the Pokéblocks.

According to Misaki, her proficiency in making Pokéblocks came from practicing extensively during her early days as a Breeder. She hadn\'t done anything else, dedicating all her time to perfecting the craft.

Misaki was self-taught, lacking formal education as a Breeder, so she relied on her own trial and error to progress.

While there were specialized courses available for Breeders online, Yuga and Audino attended them daily. However, most of these courses were quite expensive.

Knowledge was among the most precious commodities in this world. Higher-level Breeders were willing to share their knowledge because it held value.

Back then, Misaki was just a rookie Trainer who couldn\'t even make it to the top 32 of the Pokémon League. Naturally, she couldn\'t afford those exorbitant Breeder courses, and her family\'s circumstances didn\'t support it either.

Thus, she could only afford to buy some basic courses to learn by herself, among which the most affordable were the semi-public basic Pokéblock tutorials.

As the saying goes, practice makes perfect. Diligence compensates for lack of skill. Through extensive practice, Misaki developed her own technique for crafting Pokéblocks.

This was the epitome of the principle that mastery comes from 360-degree learning and experience.

At this moment, while Yuga was consulting Misaki on the intricacies of crafting Pokéblocks, they suddenly heard a commotion outside.

"What\'s happening?" Yuga asked Audino and Misaki.

"Audino."

"No idea."

Both the Pokémon shook their heads simultaneously.

"Could someone be causing trouble?" Feeling concerned, Yuga swiftly got up from his chair and hurried out of the workshop.

Audino and Misaki followed suit.

"You come back with me! Don\'t stay here any longer." The voice belonged to a middle-aged woman, and Yuga found it somewhat familiar.

"Isn\'t that Aunt Aoba?" Yuga recognized her as Aunt Aoba, who ran a stall at the market. She was also the mother of Sena.

"Boss, I\'m sorry."

Seeing Yuga come out, Sena looked guilty. His mother\'s actions were affecting the store\'s business, making him feel quite embarrassed.

Yuga didn\'t blame Sena; instead, he patted his shoulder gently and smiled as he spoke to Aunt Aoba, "Aunt Aoba, what brings you here today?"

Seeing Yuga\'s smiling face, Aunt Aoba grew a bit bashful. She might have realized that her behavior was affecting someone else\'s business and was beginning to feel uncomfortable.

"Uh... I\'m sorry, Yuga. I just wanted my son Sena to come back home with me."

"Why? Your son is working here just fine. Why do you want him to go back with you?" Yuga asked, puzzled.

"Yeah, Mom, why? Why won\'t you let me work here?" Sena was getting frustrated.

"Don\'t think I don\'t know. You still want to become a Trainer, right?"

Hearing Sena\'s words, Aunt Aoba\'s voice immediately became louder. She had seen through her son\'s intentions—Sena still wanted to become a Pokémon Trainer.

"I\'m your mother! If I tell you to come back, you have to come back! Hurry, come with me!"

Although Yuga was aware that Sena\'s parents didn\'t approve of him becoming a Trainer, he hadn\'t expected Aunt Aoba to come all the way to the shop for this matter.

"Aunt Aoba, isn\'t it good that Sena is working here? At least, it\'s much better than him selling vegetables with you at the market. He\'s earning more in a month than you are." Yuga tried to reason with Aunt Aoba.

"That\'s not acceptable. As long as he still has the intention of becoming a Trainer, I\'d rather have him sell vegetables with me at the market for his entire life."

Aunt Aoba\'s stance was resolute; she firmly disagreed whenever the topic of Sena becoming a Trainer was brought up.

Yuga found Aunt Aoba\'s actions quite strange, but she refused to provide reasons, leaving him somewhat baffled.

"Mom, I\'m not going back!"

Confronted by his mother\'s forceful attitude, Sena didn\'t give up. He had already given up his dream once before due to his mother\'s words; he couldn\'t afford to make the same mistake again.

"I\'m your mother! Don\'t you think I\'m doing all this for your own good? Do you think I\'m trying to harm you?"

Sena\'s steadfastness frustrated Aunt Aoba even more, and she spoke in an agitated manner.

At this point, due to the conflict between mother and son, a crowd had gathered outside the shop\'s entrance. They were occasionally pointing and gesturing towards the shop, and the few customers inside had left in the meantime.

Seeing the situation, Yuga said to Aunt Aoba, "Aunt Aoba, can we go upstairs to talk about this in private? It\'s not good to have so many people watching here."

Upon hearing Yuga\'s words, Aunt Aoba looked outside and her face turned red. She realized that the scene was indeed quite embarrassing. She nodded in agreement.

Yuga thought Aunt Aoba\'s character was quite similar to Sena\'s; they were truly mother and son, exhibiting the same shyness.

"Misaki, can you watch the store for a bit? We\'ll go upstairs for a while." Yuga instructed Misaki before taking Sena and Aunt Aoba upstairs.

Currently, only Misaki lived on the second floor of the new shop, and there were quite a few vacant rooms. Yuga randomly picked one and took Aunt Aoba inside.

"Yuga, I\'m really sorry for causing trouble for your business," Aunt Aoba said as she sat down in the room, feeling embarrassed.

"It\'s fine, it\'s fine!" Yuga waved his hand dismissively. "You\'ve always looked out for Audino when she visited your place to buy vegetables. This little matter shouldn\'t bother you."

Every time Audino went to Aunt Aoba\'s place to buy vegetables, she would come back with a little extra—either some of this or some of that—kind gestures from Aunt Aoba.

Although Audino would absentmindedly carry things back every time, Yuga remembered. While they were all just small acts of kindness, it was important to hold onto others\' goodwill.