This time, the regular simulation rewards can be considered "top-notch" specifications.
Just one step away from the triumph tournament.
If you reach the top eight, the level rewards will increase from the lv.50 limit to lv.70 limit. It's hard to say which is more worthwhile, raising by four levels or one.
Of course, all things considered, due to the fixed rewards, entering the top eight is definitely more profitable.
After selecting one and three.
Baimu began to ponder how to relay the news of Rocket Team's undercover plan to the international police.
After giving it some thought, it seemed not too feasible.
After all, everything demands evidence. He's aware of this intelligence, yet completely unclear how to explain its source to them. The international police would definitely insist on getting to the bottom of it.
Moreover, he initially speculated that the story's timeline occurred after the Lake of Anger incident, but seeing Kenta participate in the Silver Conference, it appears to be before that event. So, the Rocket Team's branch base above Yuanzhu City likely has already been dismantled by the league.
Furthermore, the only known Rocket Team Member had no subsequent development, making Baimu hesitant to stir the situation.
In essence, unless he obtains evidence that can substantiate his claims, it's tough to smoothly convey the undercover plan to the international police.
If there's no way, then he might as well set it aside for now.
The future is long.
Rocket Team is a villain organization that can persist until the latest animation, so even uprooting a secret plan doesn't make much difference; on the contrary, it might attract Rocket Team's attention, needlessly creating more trouble for himself.
Thinking of this, he no longer lingered.
"No matter how many times you look at it, this lake is enormous..."
Baimu gazed upon the vast expanse of water before him, marveling from the heart.
Splash...
The sound of water flowing surged from not far away.
Aggron emerged from the lake water, shaking its head at him, indicating it hadn't spotted the Feebas the trainer wanted – not even a single one, and even colored differently!
"Online information is really unreliable."
He sighed.
Who said there were Feebas in the waters near Route 103? Aggron has been swimming for over two hours; there's only Luvdisc around!
"Roar~"
Aggron swam to the shore, tossing over several heart-shaped colorful scales.
"Oh? Heart Scale?"
Baimu curiously picked them up. In the game, these can be used to learn moves; in the animation, they're just simple adornments for resale after secondary processing.
"Did you get these from Luvdisc?"
"Roar~"
Aggron helplessly indicated it picked them up from the lake bottom; it wouldn't provoke Luvdisc for no reason.
Typically, when Luvdisc appears, it shows up in swarms. How can a Pokémon like it, which is weak in water, dare to bother fish Pokémon?
"That's good; I'll find someone to design them later, and with Silver Feather, make headgear for Mawile to use in the Gorgeous Competition." Baimu said to the nearby Mawile, who was full of curiosity.
"Chido?"
The latter showed a puzzled expression.
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Unable to find Feebas.
Baimu gave up lingering around Route 103.
The map also indicated he was just a mountain away from Verdanturf Town.
He would definitely arrive before nightfall.
"The most comfortable town in Hoenn, finally I'm about to see it. Hope it doesn't disappoint me." With Galarian Corsola, he began climbing the mountain step by step.
In an instant.
A vast green highland came into full view.
The orderly array of tall and short houses, stretches of orchards and farmland, Jumpluff groups and Beautifly groups advancing with the wind, and free birds Pokémon.
The gentle breeze hit, bringing a touch of grassy scent into Baimu's nose.
The summer heat seemed non-existent here; just a glance down made the body feel alive, full of vitality.
Urging him to move forward.
"Snort..."
Galarian Corsola silently opened its eyes, letting out a low call.
Baimu turned in great surprise to look at it, knowing that ordinarily Galarian Corsola is not even willing to wake up. What's gotten into it now?
The latter seemed unbothered by the trainer's gaze, earnestly observing Verdanturf Town.
Initially, when hearing the trainer talk about "working overtime," it was quite reluctant, but if working overtime here... it can tolerate it.
For Galarian Corsola, what's more crucial than idling is knowing how to idle comfortably.
This is also the primary reason it's willing to trade labor for delicious food; enjoying life isn't just about sleeping, a comfortable and undisturbed environment alongside ample food are very important.
The trainer marginally covers all of it.
If only it weren't for that dumb Zweilous, it would be thoroughly satisfied.
"Seems like you're satisfied with Verdanturf Town as well... that's best, put effort into learning Ghost Fire, Night Shadow Demon, and Defend; I'm rooting for you!" Baimu's voice interrupted Galarian Corsola's delightful imagining of future.
Learning moves...
This aspect hasn't been smooth, which has always been a bothersome point for it.
Perhaps a little more effort could be made.
Otherwise, the trainer is quite bothersome.
Perching on Baimu's shoulder, Galarian Corsola thought, remembering how happy the trainer was for several days after it learned Shadow Ball, but that joy only lasted those few days.
Going down the mountain swiftly.
While passing a watermelon field, Baimu was abruptly stopped by a little ghost with a watermelon head.
"Stop! I am the Masked Messenger Taichiro! Accept my challenge!"
"Masked Messenger... Taichiro?"
He paused, looking at the little ghost with watermelon leaves covering its face momentarily thrown into confusion.