This Time, It Would Definitely Be Different

Just then, another change occurred.

The moment the sun completely rose above the horizon, casting its boundless golden light across the plateau, a faint, almost imperceptible ripple suddenly spread through the space above an ordinary-looking patch of open ground.

It was the very spot where Yan Yang had emerged from Master Hu's unstable space, and where Master Hu's final traces of light and shadow had completely vanished.

What... was this?

Yan Yang's heart inexplicably skipped a beat. He unconsciously stepped forward, walking toward the center of the ripple.

His gaze was somewhat dazed, yet held an almost instinctive certainty, completely disregarding any danger that might be lurking there.

Then, a faint yet incomparably pure light appeared at the center of the ripple.

The light was not dazzling. It slowly gathered, taking shape...

At last, the light quietly faded away, and a small yellow figure clearly appeared there.

It had a head disproportionately large compared to its body, with two pointed little ears standing atop it. Its eyes were tightly closed, and it hugged its small tail in its tiny paws, its whole body curled into a ball as though it were immersed in an exceptionally peaceful slumber.

It was... an Abra.

An utterly ordinary-looking, newborn Abra, one from which he could not sense even the slightest powerful Psychic Power fluctuation.

Yan Yang was completely stunned. Holding his breath, he stared in disbelief at the Pokémon that had appeared out of nowhere.

He carefully approached and slowly crouched down.

Perhaps sensing the presence and movement of a stranger, the Abra slowly opened its eyes.

Its gaze was as clear as the purest stream in the mountains, filled with the ignorance, innocence, and slight bewilderment of a newborn infant. There was none of the depth and wisdom Master Hu had possessed after