Chapter 1248: Heaven-Granted Sage_2

However, at that time in the lower arena, casually exposing Super Evolution would indeed be troublesome.

The limitations of the environment.

Just like how Long He did not have a fourth Pokeball to capture Banette, back then, Pokeballs were probably not expendable like they are now, earlier than Dr. Da Mu’s era.

“I will carefully return this legacy along with the wooden plaque and Tomb of Clothes to Meteor Village, and of course, that includes you all.”

Baimu looked at Salamence, and also at Altaria and Flygon, who were gently patting Banette’s body with their wings.

After the Dragon Tamer’s death, his Dragon-type Pokémon would reside in the Dragon Nest, which was closest to where the Meteor People laid their clansmen’s remains.

Salamence and the other two Dragon-type Pokémon nodded slightly upon hearing this, and then nudged Banette who was wiping its tears.

He then said, “I know.”

Frankly speaking, the fact that Banette infused him with so many memories would definitely make anyone angry; but to take revenge or hit it seemed unnecessary.

After all, it did not really feel satisfying.

Perhaps he understood that accepting Long He’s death transcended all pain, and no amount of torment could make Banette feel a higher level of hurt.

Then.

Everyone gradually left through the cracks that began to shatter.

Marshadow was already nowhere to be seen, as this guide of Ho-Oh presumably had its own duties to attend to.

Hoopa took the three Dragon-type Pokémon and Banette to Silicon City’s Pokémon Center to continue receiving treatment. Once Long He’s belongings were separated from the unnamed remains, they were all sent to Meteor Village.

Baimu concealed part of the inside story, only informing Xijana in faraway Hoenn about the discovery of Long He’s Tomb of Clothes and Dragon-type Pokémon via the Poké Line.

The morning in Ore was the afternoon in Hoenn.

Xijana happened to see it and immediately reported the matter to the elder for awareness.

When Baimu, Shanren, and Furong began having breakfast, she sent a message back expressing that the elder would summon all Meteors outside to prepare for Long He’s homecoming.

Long He was a generation earlier than the elder, and Dragon Tamers of his age had all returned to the spirit realm of Meteor Village.

Now that he returned from Ore, it held significant meaning for the entire Meteor People, hence the scale of this funeral to welcome Long He home would not be small.

“…”

Baimu read the contents and set down his phone.

Shanren asked, “Worried about how to explain your identity?”

“More or less.” He truly did not know how to narrate all this to the elder—perhaps it would be better not to tell; what’s the point of telling?

He was born from Long He, so could he not be considered Long He’s descendant?

Furong drank the MooMoo Milk in one go and said, “Baimu, no need to worry about others looking at you differently. Of course, I surely won’t tell anyone about your situation, and I won’t tell Da Wu and the others either!”

“Actually, there wasn’t—”

Baimu originally wanted to say that he didn’t care about others’ perspectives, but when he thought about it carefully, perhaps his situation might indeed be misunderstood as monstrous, and attract troublemakers to exploit it.

Shanren was always watching his friend’s expression and then said, “You can rest assured, none of us present are blabbermouths. Britto and the others are also unaware, everything about you is buried in that destroyed gap.”

“Thank you.”

Baimu nodded slightly.

After finishing breakfast.

Furong did not return directly to the Hoenn Region.

She borrowed Baimu’s hoverbike saying she wanted to take a walk around Ore, as her turn to appear in the Champion Alliance was still quite a ways off.

Shanren couldn’t even pay her, so he had to contact someone he knew from the Hoenn Alliance to pass it on to her on his behalf.

“Another potential issue resolved, the development of Pyrite Town is unstoppable!”

He waved his fist, as the disappearance of the Spirit Realm’s entrance had settled something that troubled him. Next was figuring out how to persuade that bastard, N.

That’s right.

Since the last argument with N, Shanren would always add “that bastard” when mentioning N, making him appear particularly childish.

Baimu intended to ease the relationship between the two, but both were too busy to even have the chance to meet.

So it seemed waiting for the Valley of Creation to start providing grain to Ore was the only option.

As for the meritorious Hoopa—

This poor Little Demon God, who was forced to act as a portal, Baimu was not stingy in preparing a donut feast for it, even sending out an altered-color Gengar to fight over them.

Sometimes, food can be more delicious when snatched compared to being eaten alone.

Hoopa obliged by eating over thirty donuts before stopping; if its little belly hadn’t swelled to the point of bursting, one might truly wonder if the eaten donuts weren’t teleported away by its Light Wheel.

Later, Mei Yali had some criticisms about Baimu’s indulgence in Hoopa’s gluttony, albeit the latter was her admired Coordinator Trainer, she still found a chance to give him a scolding.

This made Baimu fully realize the helplessness of being lectured by his sister, resonating strongly with Balza.

A day passed.

Silicon City sent word that the remains and relics had been separated.

Baimu planned to send them over directly, but Meteor Village asked him to hold on a bit, as the Meteors far abroad hadn’t fully returned yet.

That’s easy!

Just let Hoopa help directly!

Thus Baimu went with Hoopa to Meteor Village, discussing with the elder and some elders of the Meteor People, then began to use the Light Wheel to gather people.

With everyone’s assistance, all the Meteors abroad returned to Meteor Village.

Then.

After waiting for decades, Long He finally welcomed his homecoming ceremony…

and funeral.

The elder held a box carrying Long He’s tomb and wooden plaque, singing an ancient, mournful ballad loudly.

The lyrics, different from the contemporary language, drew tears from the Meteor People following behind, even the usually rowdy juvenile Dragon Tamers rubbed their eyes with their arms.

The giant dragons roared toward the sky, echoed by similar cries from the Dragon Nest at the horizon, with countless wild Pokémon curiously watching the scene.

Within the endless line.

Long He’s Dragon-type Pokémon and Banette followed along with the procession.

Apart from Salamence and the other three Dragon-type Pokémon, Long He also had other Dragon-type Pokémon, all of whom were present this time.

The extremely resilient three Dragon-type Pokémon in the gap cried ceaselessly now, each step feeling especially heavy.

Seeing them side by side with ancestral-status Baimu made his heart twinge, and he, who had never cried before, felt a bit moist around his eyes.

He couldn’t imagine Salamence’s feelings.

Once heart and soul with Long He, completing Super Evolution together, facing the death of its Dragon Tamer was akin to losing half its soul.

Could it really accept it?

Baimu felt he definitely couldn’t accept the death of any Pokémon, he would exhaust every means to let it live again.

Presumably, in “King’s Festival,” Gary Oak felt similarly pained facing his Raticate dying from grave injuries.

The elder proceeded all the way to Meteor Village’s ancestral home at Meteor Village and reached the oldest Dragon Temple.

She placed Long He’s wooden plaque inside, then brought the relics into the Meteor People’s traditional burial ground.

Banette tried going in but was stopped.

The Soul Tomb of Meteor People houses the ancestors of the Meteor People generation after generation, only elders and direct relatives of the deceased can enter—

Not because of lack of hospitality, but the Soul Tomb is too small, and Dragon-type Pokémon are mostly sizable, if one enters then all want to enter, might as well have none enter.

The homecoming ceremony concluded.

Meteor Village took the opportunity to host a festival, it had been many years since the Meteors gathered so completely.

Baimu handed the Super Stone and Key Stone to the elder.

He had already obtained a Key Stone from the Meteor People, he couldn’t keep this one as well, otherwise, it would truly seem ungrateful.

“Not intending to use your grandfather’s Key Stone?” the elder kindly asked.

Baimu declined, “I already have my own Key Stone, let’s follow the tradition of the Meteor People and pass on Long He’s grandfather’s Key Stone to the next person.”

“Very well.”

The elder smiled and took them away.

After leaving the Dragon Temple.

Baimu exhaled deeply, finally understanding his heritage, though not knowing if he should be glad.

Being someone crafted by Arceus…

Theoretically, he should be quite similar to the Space-time Dragon, Giratina, Lake Gods, right? No wonder a perfectly normal Dragon’s Heart suddenly mutated into a Divine Heart.