Seeing that Ye Lan and the others were reasonable trainers, Bideri visibly relaxed.
"Come out, Gyarados! Go knock some sense into that little guy!"
"Roar!"
A flash of white light brought a second Gyarados onto the sea. It charged toward the raging Gyarados in the distance.
"Is that... a Gym Leader-level Gyarados?" Ye Lan's eyes lit up, but confusion soon followed.
The newly arrived Gyarados was in excellent condition. With a Pokémon like that, why would Bideri need to spend his days exposed to the wind and sun at sea?
But the Gyarados bore many scars. They were old wounds, and it probably had no chance of growing much stronger.
Bideri heard Ye Lan identify his Gyarados's strength at a glance and guessed what he was thinking. He laughed. "You've got a good eye, young man. But the ocean is a man's dream!"
"Only by weathering fierce winds and towering waves can you forge an unbreakable spirit!"
"My talent as a trainer is limited. I've spent my whole life on fishing boats, and I can't leave the sea anymore. But my son Bi Ke will become a fine trainer, no doubt about it! Hahaha!"
Bideri threw an arm around the bandana-wearing boy beside him, his eyes full of pride.
For this rough man who had spent his life battling the waves, nothing made him happier than having such an exceptional son.
"Dad, I told you not to praise me in front of so many people! And you always slap my shoulder way too hard. You're going to knock me apart!"
Bi Ke looked helpless in the face of his father's habit of praising him to everyone he met.
"Are these all your Pokémon? They're so cool! Next year, I can officially become a trainer and start my own journey!"
Bi