Lonely?
Not necessarily.
Sometimes, Pokémon only seemed lonely because humans thought they were lonely.
Like Ash's Pikachu. It could adapt to living among Kangaskhan, yet decisively leave and live alone when it became a burden to them.
If you wanted to know what kind of life a Pokémon truly wanted, you had to ask it yourself.
Of course, there was a good chance the Pokémon itself did not know either.
Even humans chose to maintain the status quo when they felt lost about the future, let alone creatures with such tiny brains.
"If you don't mind, let me take care of it for a while?"
Baimu asked the researcher.
The other person froze. "Huh?"
"That's fine."
The old director's voice came from behind them. He said to the researcher, "Don't forget our ultimate goal: to bring the Pokémon of the Hisui era back into this new age. How could they adapt to the outside world's complicated environment if they stayed in the institute all the time?"
"O-Okay."
The researcher nodded.
The old director said to Baimu, "The Pokémon we brought here have caused you trouble."
He had witnessed the Hisui Pokémon settling near Platinum Silver Mountain and living in groups with distant relatives through Hoopa.
The reason he had not stopped them was because he believed it would help them adapt to their new environment. Naturally, he had also prepared himself for Baimu to come hold him accountable afterward.
Who would have thought that someone would catch the leader first, grab Hoopa for a thorough rubbing, and then lightly let the matter go?
"It's fine. It's good that the Pokémon can find companions on their own."
Baimu respected wild Pokémon's desire to live alone, but he also hoped to see them living peacefully with their own kind.
Those forced into