Slacker Corsola

Corsola?

No, it was a mourning Corsola.

There were few Pokémon that constantly wore such a long face, broadcasting pure "emo" at every moment, but Galarian Corsola was clearly an expert at it.

It differed greatly from the ever-energetic Corsola, which even possessed the Hustle Ability. Even the corners of its mouth pointed downward.

It constantly displayed a certain sense of laziness or dissatisfaction.

Looking at it, Baimu could practically hear it saying, "I'm already dead, what more do you want from me?" "Come on, there isn't even any coral left. Can't I just lie down?" "Please let me die quietly."

Of course, all of that came from Baimu's imagination.

After parting ways with Wally, he had completely immersed himself in communicating with Galarian Corsola—if one-sided communication could even be called communication.

Fortunately, although it did not consume energy that came knocking on its door, it could not get enough of Shining Cuisine. Especially Pokémon food specially prepared for it—it ate as much as it was given. The hole in its forehead released smoke, which covered the bowl. Once the smoke withdrew, nothing remained in the bowl.

At least the money Baimu had spent on the cooking room had not gone to waste.

Unfortunately, after eating, it became depressed again and turned into a stone to play dead... no, it was already in its postmortem state.

In short, as long as nobody attacked it, it did absolutely nothing.

No matter how Baimu poked it, it gave no response whatsoever.

That self-isolated state was only broken when Deino charged over and bit it.

Perhaps Deino had grown dissatisfied because its Trainer had recently been paying too much attention to Galarian Corsola. Or perhaps Galarian Corsola's habit of ignoring its Trainer was simply too punchable, making Deino dissatisfied.

Either way, Deino found