This guy...
He wouldn't budge at all!
Baimu, who was biting down on his spoon, was baffled as to where Dragapult's immense hostility had come from. Strictly speaking, although he hadn't given it any special treatment, he hadn't mistreated it either, had he?
Never mind following his orders—couldn't it at least come out and chat with him?
The moment their eyes met, it would hide. What was that supposed to mean?
According to Aggron, this guy didn't communicate with him, and barely communicated with the other Pokémon either. The ones it interacted with most were the Dreepy siblings.
Unfortunately, the only one who treated it kindly was Dreepy Little Brother. Dreepy Big Sister still hated it.
Was this what they called getting what you gave?
Baimu couldn't laugh at all. He recalled that taming Steelix hadn't been nearly so complicated. After Aggron had beaten it senseless, it had immediately become willing to communicate, and its unruly nature had vanished without a trace.
Although they had indeed spent a long time getting used to each other afterward, and Steelix often chose its own moves in battle, Baimu hadn't been avoided like this back then.
A difference of nine levels shouldn't have been that huge. Its personality was probably a major factor.
He helplessly ate his flavorless dinner. His slightly worried expression drew the attention of the surrounding Pokémon, but after exchanging glances, they couldn't think of any good way to make Dragapult more proactive.
All they could do was offer Baimu a little consolation.
As for comforting him, apart from the self-satisfied Hydreigon, only Blissey, who loved singing lullabies, was qualified for this important duty.
For one thing, Blissey was easy enough to rely on these days. For another, its singing was getting better and better. To give a simple example—even