What a pure-hearted Pokémon.
The Porygon Phone sighed for no particular reason. It had been ages since it had encountered one so guileless.
Of the ones who had come later—Ogerpon, the Loyal Three, and Pecharunt—which of them wasn't sly as a fox?
Compared to them, Walking Wake was a caveman.
No, wait.
It really was a "caveman"!
The Porygon Phone looked at Gouging Fire and Raging Bolt, who were still thinking. It couldn't say for sure about the former, but it was certain the latter hadn't understood a word.
Raging Bolt simply had a calmer temper than Walking Wake, making it seem less savage.
But what if it was just stupid?
Being ferocious didn't mean being foolish. Hydreigon had already proved that.
Could that guy...
Could Hydreigon have knocked it senseless with one swipe of its tail?
The Porygon Phone still remembered Husky Dragon's furious Dragon Tail. He had put everything into that move; anyone on the receiving end would have suffered a concussion.
"Pory?"
It looked at Gouging Fire, the last one that might have some sense. The great lion finally seemed to understand what had just been said.
It still found it hard to believe.
Gouging Fire lowered its head and gazed at Baimu, who was busy taming Walking Wake. An uneasy feeling grew stronger inside it. Its brutal instincts urged it to eat him and be done with it, but what little reason it had held it back.
"Grr..."
It forced its massive head around, refusing to look at Baimu.
The Porygon Phone blinked as it watched in silence, genuinely curious about where these three had come from.
If they really were the ancient Ho-Oh Guard... didn't that mean they'd never lived through the Burned Tower incident?
*But if they hadn't, why would they react to a