For the time that followed, Su Hao and Diancie thoroughly entered parenting mode.
First of all, Little Y's intelligence now seemed to Su Hao to be about that of a two-year-old human child, and the only word he could say was "Sister."
Perhaps fortune and misfortune went hand in hand.
Although his intelligence and memories had both severely regressed, Little Y's emotional functions were still normal, and he could clearly express changes in his mood.
Just like now.
Su Hao had formed a ball of Life Energy the size of a ping-pong ball in his hand. Little Y, who had been entangled with Incineroar, immediately brightened as though a puppy had spotted a bone.
Even though he had not absorbed enough energy and was still actually in an extremely weakened state.
Little Y still casually flapped his wings and brushed aside the bewildered Incineroar. With his tail raised high, its five hooked claws glinting coldly in the sunlight, he charged toward Su Hao like a chick charging headlong ahead.
Incineroar plopped down on the ground, staring blankly as the imposing and majestic-looking Little Y approached Su Hao. Chirps utterly mismatched with his appearance came from his beak as he shamelessly begged for food.
Incineroar: "...Grah!" (What a sin!)
As if recalling something, Incineroar shut his eyes in pain.
Yet even so, that nightmare-like scene refused to leave his tightly closed eyes or his mind.
That had happened yesterday.
At the time, they had been sparring according to their assigned groups.
His opponent had been Hisuian Braviary, whose full-power burst made him roughly equal in strength to Incineroar.
Fighting while being suppressed by stormy weather could train him more efficiently.
But that did not mean he had no means of fighting back.
Just as Hisuian Braviary's stormy weather countered him, his