Lysandre...
Baimu's eyes flickered.
Should he use Hoopa's power to find him?
He looked at Looker and asked, "So you came to ask for my help?"
"No. I just wanted to meet you. Normally, I shouldn't be telling an outsider about this..."
Looker spoke gently, as though trying to coax him. When Baimu showed no reaction, he said regretfully, "But you took part in that operation against him. What if Lysandre comes after you?"
Lysandre probably wouldn't seek revenge. His evil came from madness, not stupidity, and he wasn't the type to do something so petty.
But the same couldn't be said of his Team Flare subordinates. Some of them were genuinely bad people.
Looker worried that Lysandre might find a chance to gather the remnants, who could then pose a threat to Baimu.
"I thought you ought to know."
The concern in his words left Baimu looking faintly surprised. How long had it been?
Ever since he'd become a Champion, no one had worried about his safety. Hearing it again after so long felt strangely unfamiliar.
He nodded. "Thank you for telling me."
And left it at that.
Looker sipped his tea at leisure, though inwardly he was nowhere near as calm as he appeared. He had heard plenty of assessments of Baimu. Normally, opinions should have been mixed.
Strangely, though, he had heard nothing but praise.
From humble beginnings through a hard-fought rise to the many achievements that followed, every deed the public knew of deserved acclaim.
Here was a strong man who had emerged from the mire unsullied, carrying justice in his heart as he pressed bravely forward!
That was right.
Calling Baimu exceptionally gifted no longer quite fit.
His gifts had already blossomed and borne fruit. Few could compare with a man who had claimed a