Judging by their clothes, these people looked like ordinary blue-collar workers. Nothing about them seemed strange.
They crouched or sat by the roadside, eating, drinking, and chatting casually.
It was as though Baimu had imagined what he had just heard.
But once he drew close enough, their conversation came clearly to his ears.
"It's been going on for days. That thing must be getting weak by now, right?"
"Shh! Keep your voice down! Someone might hear!"
"Why are there more and more people around lately? The Silver Conference isn't even on yet."
"I heard a Champion from another region is battling Koga of the Elite Four tomorrow."
"Hah! A Champion! Once I catch Suicune, I'll become one too!"
The middle-aged man leading them sounded thoroughly contemptuous.
By then, Baimu was almost certain these were the Pokémon hunters who had captured Suicune in the original story.
They were the ones who had ruined the North Wind Incarnation's reputation overnight with ropes and fishing nets.
What a coincidence.
Should he arrest them?
No.
He needed to catch them in the act.
Baimu checked the time. The match was scheduled for tomorrow morning, so he had plenty of time to gather evidence of their crimes.
*...*
And maybe check how Suicune's training had paid off?
He remembered putting it through the wringer with a fishing net. Surely it was wary of them now?
He couldn't be sure.
If Suicune still got caught in a net after his warning, that would prove it really was weak against fishing nets. He would record the whole thing and show Entei and Raikou—
So they could laugh at it for the rest of its life!
Heh heh heh!
Baimu wore a wicked grin worthy of Gengar as he kept his Breath Concealment active and watched quietly.
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