"I'm saying, weren't you planning to raise it yourself? Logically speaking, you should be walking on your own and letting it squat on your back."
Heiduo scratched the chin of the Froakie on his left shoulder, and its pupils narrowed into slits in pleasure.
Umbreon had picked this one. It was male, and both its move levels and number of moves were among the best of that group of Froakie.
Umbreon, perched on Heiduo's right shoulder, shook its head. "No way. How would that make me look like a Trainer? I'd clearly be a mount!"
"Are you implying—"
"I'm not, I didn't, don't make things up!"
Realizing it had misspoken, Umbreon immediately denied everything. If it admitted it, it probably would not get to sit on Heiduo's head or shoulders for the rest of its life.
Heiduo squinted at Umbreon until its expression stiffened and it looked away.
"...Forget it."
Compared to such trivial matters, he cared more about the Zoroark that might appear in Pokémon Village.
But Pokémon Village was a secluded place, which meant it was deep within the forest. They could only travel there on foot.
Heiduo was more than happy to walk.
After dropping off another load at the Pokémon Center.
The number of Pokémon in Heiduo's possession had been greatly reduced.
He had even sent Sliggoo away, asking Mewtwo in distant Millennium Town to help train it.
There was no way he would send away his main team. Unlike the heartless Ash, who left the Pokémon from his previous region at Professor Oak's place whenever he went somewhere new, Garchomp and the others meant something different to Heiduo.
Even though they had barely appeared since he came to Kalos.
To Heiduo, Garchomp and the others were family in this world, completely different from newly captured