Gladion had come to battle.
It had only been a few days, and the young man's appearance had not changed much.
He had not even changed clothes. He was still wearing that hooded sweatshirt with the large diagonal tear.
It really made one wonder whether Gladion's wardrobe contained only this one style, or whether he had not changed clothes since leaving home to travel—
The former seemed more likely, considering the crossbody bag Gladion carried was probably a small spatial bag.
Its internal capacity was roughly equivalent to a one-meter-tall suitcase.
Of course.
If Gladion's was Aether Foundation black tech, then Baimu had said nothing.
Baimu multitasked as he gave the order.
"Mirror Coat."
"Caw!"
A bizarre, multicolored glow surfaced across Galarian Corsola's body. The rain of murky light spheres flying toward it seemed to hit an elastic shield, all of it bouncing back at the Umbreon attacking from above.
Boom!
"Umbregh!"
Umbreon let out a pained howl and fell from the gray-white smoke, hitting the ground with a smack and scattering a few grains of sand.
It did not move.
Baimu asked in surprise, "Didn't I remind you last time not to let Umbreon jump so casually?"
Did this kid never learn?
"...Sorry."
Gladion sighed and recalled Umbreon with a Poké Ball.
He had repeatedly reminded his Pokémon, but some habits were not so easily changed.
Why did it jump before using Dark Pulse?
Because the view was better from up high, and its accuracy was higher!
Besides, with Umbreon's durability, what did it matter if it got hit in the air? A Moonlight would restore it.
And the time between its leap and landing was extremely short. Gladion had never encountered anyone who could catch it.
Who would have thought Baimu was such a monster, always spotting the