Grassy Maker

(Let's save the details for the side stories. If this keeps dragging on, it won't even be resolved by Chapter 710.)

"So... that's how it was?" Yan Yang murmured softly. The fragments of memory surging through his mind gradually settled, piecing together a complete and heavy truth.

He looked toward the place where Master Hu had vanished, his eyes filled with complicated emotions.

Master Hu... sigh... If only I had realized it sooner, if only I had truly understood everything you carried...

Perhaps the ending still could not have changed, but at least you could have felt a little more genuine ease and happiness in your final days, instead of something you had to force yourself to wear.

I'll never get another chance to call you a rotten old man, bad to the bone.

As the memories resonated and some kind of restraint was lifted, a stone tablet radiating gentle Psychic Power silently appeared before him.

It was the Psychic Stone.

This was Master Hu's final gift to him.

He... had seemingly never mentioned collecting Stone Tablets to him.

You really knew everything. Even this goal was clear to you.

Yan Yang reached out and accepted the tablet Arceus had once bestowed upon Master Hu, which had now made its way into his hands.

Yet he felt little excitement at obtaining his third Stone Tablet. All he felt was an indescribable weight and longing.

He quietly put it away in his backpack, his movements gentle, as though it were not some priceless treasure.

Master Hu... like Substitute before, would have to be buried in a corner of his memories.

But I won't truly forget. I won't.

Xerneas's vast and compassionate consciousness seemed to witness this final farewell and inheritance as well.

It said nothing. Its peaceful radiance of life merely