With Mew and Teddiursa off on their journey, life on the ranch had returo its usual peaceful rhythm.

  But this m, G came running over, clearly panicked. "Booey!" it cried, eyes wide with terror.

  Naoki was surprised to see his typically aloof G so distressed.

  "What could have frightened G like this?" he wondered aloud as he popped a transtion seed crisp into his mouth. "Take a deep breath and tell me what happened."

  G took a moment to steady itself, swallowing hard before describing the eerie events of the previous night. Its voice was shaky as it reted, "Booey, booey! Buey…" (There was… a ghost in the cave! I was asleep on my favorite ice rock, but around midnight, I heard a horrible, sinister ugh eg from the wall…)

  Even recalling the i seemed to make G shiver, and it gnced back toward the ice cave in dread. "Booey, booey!" (The cave walls are solid rock—there's no erson or Pokémon could hide there… It has to be a ghost!)

  "A ghost?" Naoki was genuinely startled. He had lived on the ranch for over a year and, apart from the occasional mischievous Gastly or pyful Misdreavus, hadn't entered any true ghostly presences.

  "Could it be a Ghost-type Pokémon?" Naoki asked, trying to calm his anxious G.

  G shook its head fervently. "Booey!" (No, this was different! The ughter was sharp, chilling—it didn't sound like any Pokémon or person.)

  Seeing Naoki's hesitation, G pressed urgently, "Booey!" (It's real! The ughter is still ing from the cave!)

  Deg he couldn't ighe situation, Naoki gathered Koraidon and a few other Pokémon to iigate. They followed G back to the ice cave led behind the old house.

  As they approached, a faint, high-pitched ughter echoed from withione walls. Indeedee hid behind Naoki, nervously whispering, "Ai yi…" (There really is ughing…)

  G shivered, giving Naoki a look that seemed to say, "See? I told you!"

  Naoki, however, was more curious than frightened. Something about the ughter didn't seem to match the usual traits of Ghost-type Pokémon.

  "Let's check it out," Naoki said, calming his team. He led them into the cave, following the dire of the ughter until he reached a spot in the wall where the sound was the clearest. He pressed his ear against the cold storying to pinpoint the source.

  Koraidon stood nearby, watg him closely. After a few moments, Naoki straightened up. "This doesn't seem like a ghost," he murmured thoughtfully.

  Stepping outside, he sed the area, listening closely to track down the sound. After a few minutes, he pinpointed a spot oer wall of the cave.

  "Right here," he said, gesturing to Koraidon. "Give it a good punch!"

  Koraidon nodded and raised its fist, ready to strike the wall just as Naoki instructed.

  Koraidon ched its fist and delivered a solid punch to the wall. With a loud crash, a hole opened in the rock face, revealing a small hidden spaside.

  Curious, Naoki stepped forward, brushed aside the rubble, and peered into the opening. To his surprise, instead of finding solid stone, he discovered a cozy little nook filled with various toys—plush dolls, pstic Pidgeot figures, and tiny toy race cars.

  The eerie ughter that had frightened G was ing from a fluffy bear toy led among the colle.

  Naoki was momentarily puzzled. "Who could have made this little hideaway?"

  Reag in, he pulled out the bear, examining it closely. Unzipping its back, he found a sound module i seemed the battery was almost drained, which made the toy's ughter sound distorted and eerie—just enough to resemble a ghostly wail.

  "It's not a ghost; it's just a toy," Naoki reassured G and Indeedee, showing them the toy. As soon as he removed the battery, the ughter stopped pletely.

  G, realizing it had mistaken a toy fhost, froze for a sed, then blushed in embarrassment. It had really overreacted!

  "Boo…ey…" it muttered sheepishly, pawing at the ground in slight embarrassment. 'I really had made a fool of myself!'

  Indeedee also breathed a sigh of relief, though it raised another question. "Indeedee?" (But… who put all these toys here?)

  Koraidon thought for a moment before an idea. "Ah-ga!" (Could it have been Mew? I remember seeing it around here, using its powers on this wall…)

  Naoki immediately ected the dots. He recalled Mew's fondness for toys and its habit of colleg them.

  Then it hit him—it must be 'Secret Power! This move, known for creating hidden bases in trees, caves, and other spots, erfeew's pyful nature. Clearly, Mew had created this cozy little den as its personal hideaway, filling it with its cherished toys.

  Mew must have actally left the bear toy on, and with the battery slowly draining, the ughter had bee distorted, leading G to think it was haunted.

  Naoki chuckled. "So it's all just a misuanding!"

  After the mystery was revealed, Naoki expined his theory to G, thehe ughing teddy bear toy ba the small hidden spad covered the hole Koraidon had made with a stone.

  "When Mew and Teddiursa return, I'll expihing to Mew."

  "Alright, everyone, you go baow!" he announced.

  ---

  Meanwhile, in Kosaji Town, at the headquarters of Kosaji Market.

  Zack had brought the two bottles of high-quality Gogoat milk from Naoki's ranch to the market's headquarters for thh testing.

  The milk produced by Pokémon is unique. Simir to the fruits found in nature, it has special properties that restore the physical strength of injured Pokémon. For humans, prolonged ption of this milk also have bes, strengthening the body over time. Studies have shown that children who e Miltank's Moo Moo Milk from a young age tend to grow healthier and strohan those who don't.

  A single Miltank produce up to twenty liters of nutritious milk a day, making Moo Moo Milk as essential to people as staple foods like rice or flour.

  pared to Miltank, although Gogoats produce milk, the quantity they produce is much smaller, and the nutrients aren't usually as rich. This limited the appeal of Gogoat's milk in the past, with most ers fav the richer Moo Moo Milk.

  Zack had always held this view until he began sampling Gogoat milk from Naoki's ranch.

  The high-quality Gogoat milk from Naoki's ranch had proven far superior to the typical Moo Moo Milk in nutritional tent, even supp frail seniors in regaining energy and vitality. And now, after another year of Naoki's careful cultivation, the quality seemed to have reached an even higher level.

  Refleg on this, Zack handed one of the bottles to the ior at the Kosaji Market headquarters for testing.

  Because Kosaji Market is surrounded by several nearby ranches and farms, it is equipped with advaesting equipment specifically designed for assessing fresh milk quality.

  The ior took the bottle of milk, poured it into the mae, and asked casually, "Which ranch did you get this milk from?"

  "It's not Moomoo's milk," Zack expined with a grin. "It's Gogoat's milk from Naoki Ranch."

  The ior's eyes lit up. "Oh, you mean the famous magical goat milk everyone's been talking about?"

  "Exactly!" Zack replied, still smiling.

  "Well, I'm definitely going to have to check the nutritional tent in this thhly!" The ior was intrigued. She had heard the stories about Naoki's goat milk.

  Rumor had it that Madame Dantes's husband, who had been bedridden and weak, had regained his strength after ing dishes made from this goat's milk. He was now seen jogging around town every m, full of life.

  The mae powered up, and the puter began analyzing the nutrients and properties in the goat milk. As the test progressed, the data graph on the s shot upwards, representing the milk's exceptional quality.

  "It's maxing out!" The iasped. "The scale is full—this is goat milk of supertive quality!"

  Hearing this, Zack leaned over to look at the s. A sed ter, the graph not only maxed out but actually broke the chart boundaries.

  Both of them stared at the s in shock.

  The data was off the charts!

  This meant that the nutrients in this bottle of goat milk exceeded even the mae's measurement capacity.

  "More than 800 types of nutrients beneficial to the human body!" the ior excimed, typing furiously at the keyboard as new results emerged. She suddenly paused, eyes wide.

  "There's a very unusual type of energy in this goat milk!"

  "What kind of energy?" Zack asked, curiosity piqued.

  "I'm irely sure," the ior admitted, shaking her head. "But I guara's pletely safe for humans. Wait…this milk tains araordinary level of active elements!"

  The ior looked at the bottle of goat milk in amazement, then turned back to Zack, her voice hushed with awe. "If my analysis is correct, this milk has astonishing healing properties!"

  "Like Moo Moo Milk?" Zack asked, eyes wide with wonder.

  The ior nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, but its healing power is dozens, maybe even hundreds of times strohan Moo Moo Milk! I o run a specific test to firm its full potential."

  The two shared a determined look, and they kly where to go.

  ---

  Fifteen mier, they arrived at the Pokémoer in Kosaji Town, clutg the remaining bottle of goat's milk.

  They were in luck; just as they walked in, a young trainer burst through the doors, carrying a severely injured and unscious Wattrel.

  "Ms. Joy, Ms. Joy! Please, help my Wattrel!" he cried.

  Ms. Joy examihe Pokémon's dition and frowned deeply. "This is serious! How did it get hurt so badly?"

  The trainer's voice cracked as he expined, "It's my fault… I shouldn't have goo such a dangerous pce. Wattrel tried to protect me and was attacked by a Pokemon. Ms. Joy, please, you have to save it!"

  Zack quickly stepped forward, saying, "I might have a way to help."

  Ms. Joy blinked, surprised to see him there. "Mr. Zack?"

  Without further expnation, Zack approached the injured Wattrel and carefully poured some of the goat milk into its beak.

  What happened left everyounned. As Wattrel swallowed the goat milk, its injuries began to heal, visibly mending at an astonishing rate.

  Within moments, the once-ailing Wattrel opes eyes, stretched its wings, and took flight, looking as if it had never been i all.

  The trainer hugged Wattrel, tears streaming down his face. "You're okay… you're really okay! Thank you, Wattrel!"

  Ms. Joy stared in shock at the se before her, hardly able to believe what she had just witnessed. "What… what just happened?" she asked, turning to Zack. In her experience, Wattrel's dition was critical—it should have takeo recover if it even survived.

  But here it was, pletely healed in seds.

  Zad the ior were just as astounded. "Its healing power is incredible!" the ior whispered.

  Ms. Joy looked back at Zack, reizing him as the deliveryman from the Kosaji Market. "Mr. Zack… what was that milk you used?"

  Zack was still reeling from the shock. "It's… the Milk of Life!"

  "Milk of Life?" Nurse Joy echoed, slightly taken aback.

  Zaodded. "This milk instantly restore a Pokémon's health, even from the brink of death, healing all injuries. I 't think of a better name."

  The ior, equally astonished, agreed. "Yes, it's truly life-giving goat milk… capable ing seriously injured Pokémon back to full health!"

  The young trainer, now calm, turo Zack, bowing in gratitude. "Thank you, sir!"

  Zack shook his head, smiling. "o thank me. If yrateful, you should thank Naoki Rand its owner."

  Nurse Joy perked up in surprise. "Naoki Ranch? What does Mr. Naoki have to do with this?"

  The boy looked equally puzzled. "Naoki Ranch?"

  Zack chuckled. "That goat milk that saved your Wattrel roduced by a Gogoat raised by Naoki himself, using a special method."

  "So that's it!" Nurse Joy recalled the joyful goats she'd seen frolig at Naoki's ranbsp;

  "Mr. Naoki?" The young trainer, looking thoughtful, nodded seriously. "I'll remember it."

  Eager to firm the milk's effects, Zack asked Nurse Joy, "Could you give Wattrel a thh examination?"

  "Of course!" Nurse Joy responded with a smile.

  After a short while, she returned with the Wattrel, its trainer looking anxious while Zack waited with anticipation. Nurse Joy reassured them gently, "Rest assured, Wattrel's injuries have fully healed, and even some older wounds from past battles have disappeared. The Milk of Life works wonders!"

  Impressed, Nurse Joy thought about Mr. Naoki and his talent with Pokémon. Even the Pokémon League Chief had tried to recruit him personally, but he had deed. Perhaps such a gifted individual, capable of taming even the King of Bountiful Harvests, didn't need a position in the Paldea League.

  Hearing Nurse Joy's report, Zack was satisfied. He thanked her, theo finalize matters.

  The st hurdle was setting a price for this extraordinary goat milk. But with its unpreted healing properties, figuring out a fair price was tricky.

  Should it be ten thousand Pokédolrs? Twenty? Thirty? Even fifty thousand?