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The forest east of Anistar City.
Heiduo, who had ridden a Mamoswine here from the snow-covered mountains, stopped here to make camp and rest.
He had spent the entire previous day traveling.
It couldn't be helped. Route 17, blanketed in silver and covered by snow-capped mountains, was practically one of the longest roads in Kalos.
If Mamoswine familiar with the route weren't rented out to travelers, then setting aside the danger and the possibility of getting lost, walking would take at least two days and two nights.
If one came at a bad time, such as when a Blizzard swept through in winter, the time required would probably double.
And if disaster struck—say, a small-scale Avalanche or falling into an ice crevasse—then time might no longer matter at all.
Heiduo quite enjoyed riding Mamoswine. When the big fellow moved, it felt as though the ground trembled, yet its steps were incredibly steady. It never missed its footing or failed to plant a step firmly.
It was a case of brawn with finesse.
The only problem was that the "ticket" was a little expensive.
Maybe because someone had monopolized it?
There was only one company that rented out Mamoswine.
Mamoswine wasn't some rare or precious Pokémon. Its Evolution condition was simply learning [Ancient Power], making its Evolution threshold absurdly low.
There wasn't even a level requirement.
With that being the case, the fact that only one place rented out Mamoswine meant the industry had been monopolized.
True enough, five hundred per trip. It wasn't much slower than robbery.
Even plane tickets from Kalos to Johto weren't that expensive.
"How about we make a bet?"
Umbreon had nothing better to do. "Let's bet on whether Ninja Village exists in this world. I bet it does."