In the small island of Isle Abeens, Akali stood tall, her arms crossed as she surveyed the grove. Her Steenee daughter, Poni, skipped beside her with a cheerful smile.

“Time to get to work, Poni,” Akali said, her voice firm but kind. “Beans won’t collect themselves.”

“Of course, Mama! Today, I’m going to find the biggest Poké Bean ever!” Poni replied, bounding ahead with enthusiasm.

Akali chuckled softly, following her daughter at a steady pace. “Don’t get ahead of yourself. Remember, patience and strength—like I always tell you.”



The grove was alive with the rustling of leaves and the calls of wild Pokémon. Akali approached a tall, sturdy tree and positioned herself. With a swift, practiced motion, she unleashed a powerful kick, shaking the tree to its roots.

“Perfect form, as always,” she muttered to herself, watching a cascade of Poké Beans fall into their collection baskets.

Poni mimicked her mother’s stance and tried kicking a smaller tree. Though her strike wasn’t as powerful, a few beans tumbled down. “I did it, Mama!”

“Well done, Poni!” Akali praised, her tough demeanor softening. “Keep practicing, and one day, you’ll be as strong as me.”

The two worked side by side, filling their baskets with beans of all shapes and colors. Every so often, Poni would spot a particularly shiny bean and hold it up triumphantly. “Look, Mama! This one’s my favorite!”

Akali smiled, wiping her brow. “It’s a good one. Maybe we’ll save it for decoration in the hut.”

By midday, the two returned to their modest but cozy hut, nestled near a stream. Akali prepared a simple yet hearty meal of fresh fruit and roasted berries, while Poni arranged the Poké Beans they had collected.

“This is the best batch yet!” Poni exclaimed, admiring their haul. “Do you think the Pokémon in the other isles will like them?”

“They always do,” Akali replied, setting down their meal. “But it’s not about impressing others. What matters is the effort we put into it.”

As they ate, Poni asked, “Mama, don’t you ever miss being on the mainland? With big battles and crowds cheering?”

Akali paused, then shook her head. “I’ve had my share of excitement. But here, among the trees and beans, life is simple. And simplicity is beautiful.”



As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over Isle Abeens, Akali and Poni sat by the stream, sorting beans and watching the stars appear.

“Today was a good day,” Poni said, leaning against her mother’s side.

“Every day here is a good day,” Akali replied, her voice soft. “As long as we work hard and take care of each other, life will always be sweet.”

Under the tranquil night sky, mother and daughter shared a moment of peace, their bond as enduring as the trees they tended.