N left.
Baimu ate breakfast without much appetite.
Back when they had fought side by side, everyone had gotten along well, united by their common enemy.
Yet once that enemy vanished, conflicts inexplicably arose. Even though everyone was kindhearted and harbored no ill intent, their differing positions still inevitably led to disputes.
After all.
Some good things were relative. There were not that many win-win outcomes to strive for in this world; more often than not, things ended with one side compromising, or both sides compromising.
In principle, for Orre's harmonious development, Baimu should have persuaded N to accept the Rescue Organization's proposal.
But could he guarantee that every Orre resident who obtained a Pokémon would treat it well?
Would people be willing to spend the time and effort to heal the hearts Pokémon had had broken?
Even Trainers from mainstream regions could not manage that, much less the notoriously tough people of Orre. When the time came, even more manpower and resources would have to be spent resolving all kinds of conflicts between humans and Pokémon.
And the main problem right now was the burden that more than a hundred thousand Pokémon placed on the Orre region.
Pokémon unable to support themselves needed N and the Rescue Organization to provide supplies. Otherwise, already unsuited to Orre's environment and unable to fill their bellies, they would inevitably riot.
Back in the era when Pokémon were called magical beasts, riots were synonymous with disaster.
The Rescue Organization was trying to spread the cost among ordinary Orre civilians. Perhaps Orre's overall standard of living had yet to match that of mainstream regions.
But some wealthier families could easily afford to raise one or two Pokémon.
N did not want to do that. He wanted Pokémon to remain free, and to achieve that,