Ancient Murals

Sableye watched Baimu leave once again.

If it knew how to use PokéBlog, it would definitely label him "an incredibly generous human friend."

An Aron couldn't even bite through that huge chunk of iron, and a stone it had hidden away for ages, one it had little appetite for but considered precious—those two things had been traded for so much delicious food!

And through trading with the Arons, it could get even more food. After all, Arons didn't eat gems; they only ate metal.

A mutually beneficial arrangement.

However, it had no intention of trading away the powerful Pokéblocks. Something that fragrant was definitely meant to be enjoyed by itself.

Meanwhile.

Baimu held several gems Sableye had forcefully stuffed into his hands, his feelings still somewhat complicated.

"Forget it. Everyone's happy."

He shook his head and, looking at the waterfall cave he had arrived at for the third time, finally released the "wild" Aggron he had captured earlier.

"Grrroar? Grrroar!"

The wild Aggron landed on the ground and relaxed slightly upon seeing the familiar surroundings. But when it turned and spotted Baimu and the member of its species that had subdued it, it immediately became somewhat timid.

There was no doubt that Aggron had beaten it into submission. It no longer had the wild fury it had shown when it first encountered the intruders.

"Don't be nervous. Stay calm. I won't hurt you."

Baimu slowly stepped forward. Once he stood before the wild Aggron, he first fed it a handful of the ordinary Pokéblocks he had left.

With the tasty food in its mouth, its tense expression gradually relaxed as it chewed.

Then.

Baimu began scratching it as well. As Aggron's Trainer, he knew better than anyone where this Pokémon's weak spot was—that place which often itched but was difficult