"What are the Loyal Three?"
Exactly.
"What are the Loyal Three?"
Before the vast festival street, preparations were in full swing. Baimu rested his chin on his hand, deeply dissatisfied with the answer he had found.
He had assumed these three unfamiliar DLC Pokémon were native to the area around Kitakami. Yet no one recognized them?
In other words, three mysterious monsters had become so-called heroes simply because they had fought Boro and Ogerpon.
—What an absurd joke.
The people who had lived peacefully with them in the back mountain for so long were apparently less trustworthy than monsters.
Unless... something unexpected had happened.
"Big Brother! The grain, sauce, salt, and everything else have all been delivered!" Cha Biao called as he ran over from afar.
Baimu turned to look at him. "Got it... Do you really not need to help your father?"
"No! I can't make masks anyway, and he finished the masks for the Harvest Festival ages ago!" Cha Biao said, sounding rebelliously appropriate for his age.
Thanks to Kitakami's favorable weather and lack of crushing taxes, ordinary people would not starve as long as they were willing to work the land. Its productivity was far below that of modern times, and monsters often ravaged the fields, but people could generally still survive.
Cha Biao was willing to farm, but he did not particularly enjoy making masks.
He would rather learn some more practical skills...
For example, commanding monsters.
Although Baimu and Ryuto had repeatedly said they would not teach him, it did nothing to diminish Cha Biao's longing.
Even if it was impossible, he was still willing to run errands for Baimu and help however he could.
There were countless young people in the village who thought the same way as Cha Biao.
The villagers saw this