Chapter 1247: Divinely Ordained Mortal

Compared to Baimu.

The persuasive power of Salamence and the others is significantly stronger.

With just a few short sentences, Banette gave up its reckless act of blocking the Spirit Realm entrance a second time, showing that deep down it knows Baimu isn’t Long He.

“It’s all my fault, if I hadn’t run around recklessly, if…”

“Roar.”

“Awo~”

Salamence and other Dragon-type Pokémon came to the blaming Banette, each reaching out claws and wings to comfort it softly, they could never blame Banette.

Banette is their partner, everyone has long acknowledged that, and even if they are separated, they would search for each other despite the danger.

If they blamed it for the subsequent series of chain reactions, they could not forgive themselves, and it would also insult their Dragon Tamer, causing Long He who sacrificed for partnership and justice to be humiliated!

The Dragon Tamer has passed away, and they do not want Long He’s death to be further tainted, nor do they want Banette to continue wallowing in self-blame.

The partners’ comfort made Banette’s previous stubbornness and madness vanish.

It understands clearly, having grown up with Long He, under the same sky, at this moment Salamence and the others must be feeling terrible, they would only be in more pain.

They more than anyone hope for Long He to revive.

But for its sake, Salamence and the others suppress their sorrow, holding back tears to comfort the weak and incompetent it.

“——I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

Banette hugged Salamence’s face and began to wail and cry.

In an instant.

It reverted to the Banette from decades ago, timid and powerless, always crying quietly, and always being softly comforted by Long He.

However, seeing such a Banette.

Salamence and the others displayed a relieved expression.

Banette hasn’t changed, still the familiar partner, which is more important to them than anything.

The three Dragon-type Pokémon and Banette tightly embraced each other, just like the Dragon Tamer used to love doing, he used to say, hugs can transfer warmth, allowing the other person to understand your kindness and warmth.

“…”

Baimu watched this scene, couldn’t help but stroke the Pokémon around him, as solace.

Furong gently wiped her eyes, looked at the entrance to the Spirit Realm in the sky, as numerous lost souls flew in, it got smaller and smaller, soon to disappear.

“Little Huopa, please help me take grandma back.”

She turned to speak to Hoopa.

“Ah? Okay, Hoopa understands.” Hoopa nodded amiably, opening a Light Wheel towards God-sending Mountain.

Before Furong’s grandmother stepped in, she kindly patted its head, “Little Huopa, thank you. You must come visit God-sending Mountain when you have the chance.”

“Eh? Ah? Are there donuts at God-sending Mountain?” Hoopa asked, licking its fingers.

“Donuts?” Furong’s grandmother clearly didn’t know what those are, laughed: “Though not, you tell grandma, grandma will make them for you.”

Hoopa nodded eagerly.

Shanren focused on the Spirit Realm entrance overhead, after the last lost soul slipped in, the entrance originally only a small hole disappeared completely.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Though the whole process was somewhat winding, but the ending turned out quite well…

Should it count as well?

He looked towards Banette, embraced and tearful with the three Dragon-type Pokémon, sighed and shook his head.

Humans cannot resurrect.

Even if they revive, they aren’t the same person anymore.

Baimu’s encounter made him dismiss some of his idle thoughts, looking at his friend now his expression became a bit peculiar.

Essentially, Baimu both is and isn’t Long He.

Therefore, the earlier grandfather’s speculation is directly invalid—without that generation in the middle how could there be a grandfather? But outside it likely has to be declared this way.

Resurrected by Arceus and Ho-Oh humans.

Baimu’s situation is just like those self-proclaimed “Divinely Sent Men” rulers of ancient times.

Only theirs are mostly fake, and Baimu’s is genuine.

Using this identity as leverage?

…Fine, Baimu probably wouldn’t agree.

Shanren knows his friend very well has little interest in fame, he simply loves Pokémon battles and wants to defeat every opponent to reach the highest point.

Arena center.

Salamence and the others released Banette, looking towards the standing Baimu.

Near identical appearance momentarily disoriented them, but quickly they came to their senses, each making a friendly low hum towards him.

Though the look, voice, gentle demeanor are entirely similar, they wouldn’t see Baimu as Long He.

Because eyes don’t fake, behavior habits don’t fake.

Long He’s gaze at them always carried trust, passion, and warmth, while Baimu’s gaze contained regret, kindness, and…strangeness.

This isn’t their Dragon Tamer.

With no choice but to accept, Salamence and the others learned everything from Hoopa, knowing this is a child born from Long He’s remains.

“Roar…”

Salamence stepped forward, roughly caressing Baimu’s face, its gaze complex like reminiscing.

Suddenly.

Its face scrunched and neck extended mimicking a vomiting gesture, startling all present including Pokémon.

Baimu and Blissey were about to check its condition, two moist beads, large and small, were vomited by Salamence.

“Roar.”

It reached out its tongue to clean the stomach contents before biting them and handing them to the person before him.

Without a doubt.

This is the Salamence Evolution Stone and Key Stone.

Baimu once thought Long He didn’t pass the trials of Meteor Village, therefore lacking a Super Stone and Key Stone, turns out Long He hid them in Salamence’s stomach.