If raising Pokémon wasn't about giving them a hard time, what was the point?
In the back of the truck.
Baimu stood outside the door, wrapped the coral necklace around his hand, and took out a Poké Ball to release Galarian Corsola.
Rumble~
The oval grayish-white stone ball struck the door on the other side and bounced back.
"Huh? Is that a Pokémon too?"
Uncle Atong spotted the stone ball rolling back in his rearview mirror and asked curiously.
Baimu helped Blissey into the truck and nodded. "It's a Pokémon from the Galar Region. Another form of Corsola."
Or rather, a dead Corsola.
He kept that thought to himself. Ignoring Uncle Atong's confusion, he picked up the stone ball and set it on his lap.
Its will-o'-wisp eyes suddenly lit up. Its rather eerie gaze fell first on the coral branch Baimu had deliberately placed to his right, then lifted to the grinning trainer.
What's wrong with you?
The disgust in its eyes and the downturn of its mouth made the message perfectly clear.
Baimu grinned even wider. "Heh heh heh~"
With its habit of lazing around, Galarian Corsola was the only Pokémon on the team that openly gave him attitude. And Baimu, being the sort of person who enjoyed asking for it, had always liked teasing this one.
Much like Hydreigon, which loved taking the occasional bite out of it for no reason.
If his Galarian Corsola had been as timid as Misty's Corsola, trembling at the sight of a coral branch, he would never have bought a coral-branch pendant just to tease it.
That would only hurt the Pokémon.
Baimu did it precisely because he knew Galarian Corsola's personality. This Corsola felt no kinship with ordinary Corsola; seeing a coral branch would make it exasperated and ready to