In the morning.
Two hover buses drove into Pyrite Town.
Inside the front bus, Jin Ge gazed out the window, his quiet demeanor making him seem out of place among his noisy companions.
"I never thought this backwater place would be developing so well."
"Seriously. My uncle said that when he came here before, people in Pyrite Town couldn't even afford clothes. Their faces were so dirty you couldn't make them out—they were more primitive than primitive people!"
"That's way too exaggerated! Your uncle was lying to you, wasn't he?"
"Why would he lie to me? Everyone used to call Pyrite Town a savage land far from civilization."
"Wow!"
"The people here really ought to thank the Rescue Organization and President Dinis."
The boys and girls, fourteen or fifteen years old, chirped like Fletchling, their words carrying a trace of arrogance.
That sense of superiority came both from Silicon Beryllium City's better development compared to Pyrite Town and from their respectable family backgrounds.
In the old Pyrite Town, owning a Pokémon was enough to elevate someone from being purely exploited into the "ruling class" that exploited others.
But in the old Silicon Beryllium City, Pokémon battling had essentially been no different from an aristocratic sport.
The wealthy sent their children to the Trainer Training Center partly to keep them from joining the Shadow Team, and partly to expose them to Pokémon battling, the competitive sport that had swept the world.
It would prepare them for their future studies abroad.
It could be said that even if the Rescue Organization had not shattered the rule of the third-generation Shadow Team, it would not have affected these people's comfortable lives before adulthood.
A bunch of greenhouse flowers.
Jin Ge secretly looked down on them. They kept talking about how Pyrite Town was