Citadark Isle.
The active volcano that had once flowed with lava was gone.
Before Baimu stood a modern island lush with greenery and lined with high-rises.
"The campus by the docks is finished. Only the section on the mountain is left."
Shan Ren told Baimu, "We're actively recruiting staff and teachers, too. As you requested, the system is modeled almost entirely on Naranja Academy's..."
The Orre League had gotten its start by copying others' work, and this time was no exception. Besides, its future principal had gone undercover to study the place himself.
It would be a shame not to copy it.
Baimu looked up at the rows of high-rises, his feelings suddenly complicated.
At first, he had only wanted to pass on what he had learned in the Simulator, so more people could study it instead of letting it be swept away by the tide of time.
The Pokémon World was vast and sparsely populated. Every region currently faced a shortage of people to carry on its traditions, as though the glory of past generations were quietly fading.
If he did not pass on what he knew, and no one else did either, some obscure practices might truly disappear.
Take fragrances made from various herbs, for example.
Only two years had passed, yet many new industrial products had entered the fragrance market. Cheaper and available in greater quantities, they were gradually taking it over.
Miss Bei Lingyin, president of the Mawile Fan Club and owner of a shop selling traditionally handmade fragrances, had told Baimu during a chat that she was seeing fewer and fewer new customers.
Handmade fragrances were clearly becoming more niche.
And fragrances were only one part of what Baimu had learned in the Simulator.
He wanted to give back what he had gained.
But...
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