The conflict soon reached Baimu's ears.
At the time, he was watching a Hisuian Zorua eat. Two weeks of hard work had brought the chubby fox's weight down proportionally, and it had now reached the slightly overweight range at 19.8 kilograms.
It had to be said that Herba Mystica was remarkably authoritative.
Unfortunately, the time had been too short. Hisuian Zorua had yet to develop good habits; if it returned to the laboratory now, it would immediately gain the weight back.
"Stop licking it. The bowl's already empty. Come on, let's go watch the show."
"Awo? Awo~!"
Baimu scooped Hisuian Zorua up, ignoring its desperate struggle and longing for the scraps in the bowl.
The chubby fox's expression was utterly foul.
Who the hell had interrupted its precious time enjoying delicious food?
The two headed outside and made straight for the school's Battle Arena, the heart of the dispute. Wanting to observe in secret, Baimu even deliberately used Breath Concealment—
A principal going this far was bound to invite ridicule.
In the open arena, the second generation of New Team Plasma and Orre's new generation stood at daggers drawn. They had not yet started hurling outright insults, but their words were far from friendly.
"Are you ready or not? Stop dragging your feet! If you don't want to fight, just say so!"
"Who's dragging their feet? If you want to fight, then fight!"
"Heh! You outsiders would've only been fit to get buried in the dirt a couple years ago!"
"What a joke! If you'd met us back then, your Pokémon would've been released long ago!"
There was rarely any reason in a shouting match. Even if they deeply hated and rejected their former lives, they would still bring them up now as threats against the other side.
Baimu watched