The opinions of Kitakami's people did not affect Baimu's plans.
After learning roughly when the Loyal Three would make their move through the Simulator, he temporarily stopped tracking them.
That night, during the festival.
After Boro and Ogerpon finished their mask-swapping performance.
Baimu quietly approached them and revealed that monsters seemed to have their eyes on them.
"Eyes on us? Why?"
Boro did not understand.
If someone was watching them, that was understandable.
But monsters?
"The reason is unclear for now. Maybe they want the masks..."
Baimu shook his head. "In any case, I'll investigate. Be careful. Don't eat anything purple, sticky, and shaped like a rice cake. Ogerpon, that goes for you too!"
"Poni-oh~"
Ogerpon chewed on honey, its starry eyes shining.
Peaceful, happy days were worth cherishing, but the lively nightlife brought about by the festival over the past two days had truly delighted it as well.
If it could, it wanted days like this to last forever.
Bright moonlight illuminated the mountain path.
Ogerpon and Boro walked hand in hand, quietly making wishes to gods who might or might not exist.
Within the dense forest.
The Ghost Pokémon did not dare show themselves carelessly.
On one hand, Baimu was no good person. On the other, these two were even worse!
Remembering the beatings they had suffered, they ground their teeth in anger.
Fortunately, some uninvited guests seemed to be plotting against those two.
The Ghost Pokémon felt that perhaps they could lend some aid and avenge their past grievances!
The Haunter leading them cackled as it sought out Munkidori and Okidogi.
Then...
It got beaten up.
Mainly because its information had already lost all value to Munkidori, which had found its targets' home.
What Munkidori most wanted to know now was where Boro would hide the masks.