"Mo, mo~"
Pecharunt smiled, its mission complete.
If it had known things would be this easy, why had it gone to all that trouble?
Pecharunt's smile vanished. The realization cast a long shadow over its young heart...
"Mo!"
It cried out when Baimu grabbed its braid, none too gently.
"Don't celebrate yet. Now we need to talk about the price you'll pay for what you did!"
"Mo..."
Pecharunt trembled.
If events had followed their original course, at least four lives would have been lost to the greed of the one pulling the strings. Worse, Ogerpon would have endured the death of someone dear to her and centuries of false accusations.
It was a tragedy beyond words.
Fortunately, Baimu and Arceus had altered the timeline enough to bring about a better outcome.
Pecharunt could be spared death, but not punishment.
Do wrong, pay the price!
Baimu never let a Pokémon's wrongdoing slide unless its victims forgave it.
And the victims here were obvious—
Everyone controlled by the Mochi, especially Boro and Ogerpon.
Before the Rattan Cage among the ruins.
Many young people from Kitakami watched the Loyal Three from a distance.
Cha Biao had told them that these three creatures, who looked utterly incapable of fighting, had also taken part in last night's chaos...
Had they been pretending to be weak?
What devious beasts!
When Baimu returned carrying Pecharunt, he found everyone looking both curious and wary.
"Eek!"
"Woof!"
"Coo!"
The Loyal Three, meanwhile, were beside themselves. They kept begging Pecharunt for Mochi, looking so pitiful that Cha Biao could hardly bear to watch.
"Boss, why don't we... let them go? They were probably just being controlled."
"Hah. You're too naive. These rotten Pokémon know exactly how to play the victim. When a craving hits, there's nothing they won't say or