They stayed near the crater for about an hour.
Cynthia and the others were archaeologists, not scientists. Even with the meteorite right in front of them, they could not figure out much about it. After broadening their horizons, they headed up the mountain.
With Gardevoir's help, the bus reached the mountaintop.
"Although I'd prepared myself for this man-made Spear Pillar through photos and videos, this is still the first time I've seen such a near-perfect, one-to-one replica of an ancient ruin."
Keisuke sighed, then immediately corrected himself. "Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue. This is an ancient ruin too—it's over six thousand years old—"
"Keisuke, quit sighing! Come move this stuff!"
Just as the dead-eyed man was about to say something else, a tall boy from the same cohort shouted at him while carrying a large box.
"Coming, coming~"
Without another word, Keisuke turned and ran back to the bus to fetch the luggage.
Many people thought archaeology only required sending someone over, but in reality, it was more complicated than anyone imagined. It required all kinds of tools, from gloves, tweezers, and reagents to hammers, shovels, and pliers. There was nothing they could not use—only things you had not thought of.
Even sifting through ash was a technical skill to them.
But archaeology was also simple.
As long as you knew how to make use of various tools and possessed the necessary knowledge, the gates of history would naturally open for you.
But for Heiduo, the gates of history were not merely closed. Whenever he knocked on them, they sprayed him with dust.
The barrier to entry was just too high.
So whenever this happened, he usually chose to follow Cynthia or Keisuke around and listen to them tell stories.
"You're a Gym Leader, yet you seem