Soul's Homeland

To Zweilous, which had only just gained its eyes, everything around it seemed utterly novel.

The sunset sinking beyond the horizon.

The Pokémon laughing and cheering.

The rough, dark-hued beach and sand, the deep blue tide constantly surging in and receding, the bright neon lights glowing in the distance, the lush flowers and grass.

It had never seen so many colors, nor had it known what the world truly looked like.

Everything it had sensed through smell and touch had been abstract. With its limited imagination, it could never have pictured such a vibrant, beautiful world, never have touched reality itself.

But now.

All of it had entered its field of vision, including the person standing not far away.

His appearance was very unfamiliar, quite different from the image Zweilous had formed in its heart, but overall, it was more or less right... yeah, more or less right!

Zweilous convinced itself of that, then charged toward its Trainer like a swallow returning to its nest!

Even though it was seeing its Trainer's appearance for the first time, that familiar scent let Zweilous recognize him without the slightest effort.

"Heh-woo—" "Heh-woo—"

Huh?

Why were there two voices?

Zweilous froze slightly, its head involuntarily turning toward the source of the sound. Then it saw that there was somehow a strange fellow beside its left/right side!

"Heh-woo?" "Heh-woo?"

It slammed on the brakes, only to tumble headfirst onto the ground from inertia, flipping onto its back with all four legs in the air in an utterly miserable state.

But honestly, more than that, what bothered it was who this thing pressed so close against it was!

It struggled back upright and let out a threatening growl at the inexplicable "fellow" beside it, trying to force the other into submission with its roar—only for