Last night.
They saw the sun.
Under Severe Mountain.
In the hearts of the wild Pokémon, the scene from last night passed by from time to time.
It was clearly night, yet they saw the sun, it felt absurd, but that was the truth.
The dazzling light, the temperature that shone upon them.
That was the sun!
How long has it been.
Under the thick volcanic ash, how long have they not seen the real sun?
So long...
On this day.
The Pokémon under Severe Mountain seemed to be full of enthusiasm again.
They believe that the scene they saw yesterday signals that they will gradually move toward a better life.
"Hmm..."
Lance, lying on the ground, eyelids trembled slightly, slowly opened his eyes.
Not dead?
Oh, right, Natsuhiko appeared in front of him at the last moment.
As consciousness gradually returned, Lance's memories of yesterday slowly emerged in his mind.
Natsuhiko?
"Natsuhiko!" Lance suddenly reacted, sitting up abruptly.
"You slept quite comfortably."
As he looked for Natsuhiko's traces, that familiar voice came from behind.
Lance quickly turned around.
He saw Natsuhiko with slightly tattered clothes, sitting cross-legged on a rock behind him, with a Pokémon Egg quietly placed between his knees.
That Pokémon Egg..... though not a Dragon-type Pokémon, the rich life aura made another force within Lance, usually extremely dormant, become active.
"What's the situation?" Lance blinked.
Natsuhiko rolled his eyes, "Nothing, just successfully scared away Heatran with your sleeping posture."
Lance: "..."
I was knocked out, doesn't mean I'm stupid.
Natsuhiko stood up, patted the dust off his body, carefully placed the Pokémon Egg back into his backpack, "Alright, mission accomplished, we should go."
"Wait, where are Dragonite and the others?" Lance couldn't find traces of his Pokémon.
Natsuhiko gestured his mouth.
They woke up long ago, couldn't hold back their frustration, and went outside to train to avoid disturbing Lance's rest.
This let Lance breathe a sigh of relief.
"Why suddenly have a Pokémon Egg?"
The two walked out of the cave, leaving Severe Mountain.
Natsuhiko jostled his backpack, feeling the temperature on his back, looked up at the sky beneath Severe Mountain.
The volcanic ash still diffuses.
But somehow, today's sun feels very comfortable.
With a curling smile, "Left by a friend."
"Friend?"
Lance was stunned for a moment, looking at Natsuhiko walking ahead.
He always felt that many things happened that night, but unfortunately, he knows nothing.
However...
A smile slowly emerged on Lance's face.
Who cares.
The most important thing is that he and Natsuhiko both survived successfully.
Isn't that so?
...
...
After Natsuhiko and Lance left, the matter of Severe Mountain was far from over.
Last night, the appearance of a sun on top of Severe Mountain was not only seen by the Pokémon of Severe Mountain, but by some trainers far away in the Battle Area, who also saw it. Due to Lance's hint, the alliance staff blocking the area near Severe Mountain naturally saw it too.
This matter also stirred quite a storm online.
Many people speculated on what might have caused this situation.
Was it the appearance of some legendary Pokémon?
And the Sinnoh Alliance showed enough concern.
Inside Severe Mountain.
Due to the appearance of Heatran, the tunnel was a mess.
An old man with white hair and beard but dressed extraordinarily neatly, who was also meticulously groomed, appeared slowly, leaning on a gold-handled cane.
The old man looked around first, then frowned.
Rustle——
A Claydol, pitch-black with a circle of red eyes, appeared beside him.
Psychic power spread from Claydol, scanning circle after circle throughout the tunnel.
The old man smacked his lips, "Seems like the traces were cleaned up well."
But Claydol still used its telekinesis to hold up a thumb-sized crystal, appearing in front of the old man.
"Scale powder? Thick Fire Energy, is it Volcarona's scale powder? Then the 'sun' last night was a Volcarona." The old man nodded.
Expressionless, he continued staring at the ruins before him.
Although due to the destruction, many traces were gone.
But as an Elite Four, and a seasoned one at that, many things could still be speculated from just a glance.
The basic result was that this destruction isn't something a Gym Leader Level Pokémon could have.
The old man looked at the surging magma.
"Is that one sleeping inside? Then were they lucky to survive? Or..."
Muttering to himself, the originally genial expression of the old man gradually revealed some gloom.
"Or what?"
Suddenly.
A hoarse, low voice sounded behind the old man.
The sudden voice made his heart skip a beat.
Turning around he saw.
In the shadows.
An old lady hunched over, with a wooden cane, slowly emerged from the shadows.
The gloom on the old man's face instantly dissipated, revealing a genial smile, "Ghost-type Elite Four Agatha, didn't expect you'd come too."
The person.
Was Natsuhiko's convenient teacher, Agatha!
Agatha glanced at him, with a fake smile on her face that she didn't buy.
Just sinisterly said, "Hoshino Ryuzi, I don't care if you investigate your grandson's affairs, but don't stretch your hands to my disciple, don't go around suspecting people, it's very dishonorable."