Blackthorn City, after the Dragon King Festival ended, looked almost no different from a ghost town at first glance.
There were more people sweeping trash off the streets than pedestrians.
There were more employees in the supermarkets than customers.
Looking at Blackthorn City in its economic slump, Heiduo wondered how many people actually lived in this Dragon Village.
Why did it feel like the entire city had become empty once the tourists were gone?
However, Blackthorn City itself was not large. Heiduo had never seen an aerial view of the city, but by his estimate, its area was probably less than a quarter of Goldenrod City's.
That was even counting the vast grounds used for the Dragon King Festival arena.
"Transportation is terrible." With a bag on his back, Heiduo wandered the streets. As the saying went, if you wanted to prosper, build roads first. There were only two highways leading to Blackthorn City. One was Route 45, the road Heiduo had taken to get here.
The other was Route 44 west of Blackthorn City, a winding mountain road that twisted and turned and was difficult to travel.
Then there was Ice Path, the sort of place only Trainers would use.
Compared to a major city like Goldenrod City, with roads leading in every direction and even ferry docks, Blackthorn City was undoubtedly a backwater. If the Dragon People had not been fairly strong overall, Heiduo felt Blackthorn City should have been called Blackthorn Town, like Azalea Town.
Then, once he ventured deeper into the new district, he discovered where all of Blackthorn City's residents were.
—They were all helping dismantle the festival stalls and handle miscellaneous work.
Heiduo lowered his head to check the time. He and Clair had agreed yesterday to meet at Blackthorn Gym at nine-thirty in