Inside the Poké Ball.
Pecharunt could clearly sense what was happening on the battlefield.
"Mo..."
It found it hard to describe the complicated emotions swelling in its heart. No one knew better than it why the Loyal Three were fighting so desperately.
Don't do this. Really, don't do this.
Pecharunt's face twisted into a tangled mess.
It was merely cunning and malicious, not cold-hearted enough to turn a blind eye to what others did for it.
In fact, Pecharunt cared deeply about who treated it well and who treated it badly.
Like the Loyal Three, it longed for the recognition of others.
As long as someone was willing to treat it kindly, it would become pathologically dependent on them and use every means possible to keep them by its side.
For that reason, no matter how outrageous a wish it heard, Pecharunt would do everything in its power to fulfill it.
"Mo~~"
Bad Peach could hardly hold itself back any longer.
Meanwhile, within the shattered battlefield.
"Chi..."
Munkidori panted laboriously, but did not take the initiative to attack the flickering Dusknoir in the distance.
It was only because it worried that violent fluctuations in its psychic power would prevent it from seeing that brief future clearly.
The future Munkidori could see had never been far away to begin with, only three or four seconds at most. After being injured, it had become even more unstable than when it was at full strength.
If it abused that ability, it would do more harm than good.
Interestingly, Dusknoir, despite being badly poisoned, did not attack either. It merely kept moving, trying to confuse Munkidori's vision.
The sight of its previous attacks being dodged again and again remained vivid in Batlthas's mind. He suspected Foresight, but like Protect, Foresight had an extremely high