"Grandpa Shiping, let us help!"
Sato and Cynthia stood at the kitchen doorway and spoke with a touch of respect.
No way—Weavile's strength had left them both dazed up until now.
A primeval forest devoid of people, an unremarkable wooden house, a kind solitary old man, and mysterious Champion level Pokemon.
All these seemingly unrelated people and things pointed to one fact.
Shiping... was a Reclusive Strong Expert! "Just wait. Weavile is enough to help me."
Shiping waved them off and ushered them toward the living room.
Before leaving, Sato secretly glanced at Weavile peeling potatoes in the kitchen. He still found it hard to connect it with a Champion level Pokemon.
"What a pity..." Sato muttered to himself.
He had not brought his own Weavile along this time. Otherwise, he could have had it get close under the guise of being the same species.
Perhaps upon seeing one of its own kind, Weavile might get happy and pass on some secret battle techniques or growth methods.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing." Sato shook his head at Cynthia, then pointed outside. "What about him?"
Naturally, Sato was referring to the unconscious Hunter X. Although Grandpa Shiping had not asked anything, he feared it might lead to some misunderstanding.
A misunderstanding with a Reclusive Strong Expert was not something easily borne—or casually ignored.
Not to mention that after witnessing Weavile's strength, Sato was already considering how to get some guidance from him.
There was nothing to hide about learning from the strong. Sato believed Cynthia thought the same way.
The next moment, Cynthia said exactly as he expected, "Let's explain it ourselves."
"Alright!"
After having Gengar carry Hunter X into the house, Sato and Cynthia sat obediently on the sofa. Listening to the busy sounds coming from the kitchen, they did