The More Sorrow You Know, the Gentler You Can Become

The story continued.

Ash and his group began making a plan with Keldeo to evade Kyurem's pursuit and return to the Abandoned Factory to rescue the three Swords of Justice.

Through the livestream, Hu Yang and the others at the Abandoned Factory saw everything.

He and Cross sat cross-legged beside the Swords of Justice, eating instant noodles as he said, "They're coming back."

Virizion nodded slightly, worry hidden in her gaze. "But Keldeo still hasn't emerged from its fear."

Perhaps no one else had noticed, but she had seen it clearly. Whenever the boy named Ash mentioned Kyurem while they were making their plan, a trace of terror would appear in Keldeo's eyes.

Terrakion, the strongest among them, turned serious as well. "To become a true Sword of Justice, it must first overcome its own fear. Now, we can only rely on that kid himself. We've already taught it everything we could."

"Learning from failure is also an important part of becoming a Sword of Justice." Cobalion sighed softly. "I hope it remembers those things soon."

Hu Yang sensed the concerns of the three Swords of Justice and comforted them. "Don't worry. That boy named Ash will help Keldeo."

Cross heard the trust in his voice and looked surprised. "Hu Yang, do you know him?"

Hu Yang hummed, then thought for a moment before saying to Cross, "He's a lot like you. You're both the kind of people who would disregard your own safety to save Pokémon."

Hearing that, Cross suddenly recalled how many people had once gone searching for that island to become Hu Yang's disciple, yet Hu Yang had chosen only him. Looking at it now, it seemed it had not been mere luck. There was another reason behind it.

At that time, this Ash should have already