Poni Island.
It lay in the western Alola Region.
Tourism was far less developed here than on the other three islands, apparently because its Island Guardian, Tapu Fini, could not tolerate the land being "damaged."
Of course.
An untouched island had its advantages.
Poni Island's Poni Radishes were exceptional, and its other crops were popular at markets too.
Blissey certainly loved them. Lately, whenever she went grocery shopping, she would buy only vegetables from Poni Island and dairy products from Akala Island.
On a certain stretch of coast.
Baimu stepped ashore with Bewear, who looked ready for a fight. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a small stall.
"Grr..."
"Hold that growl. See what they've got over there?"
He hurriedly stopped Bewear from charging toward Poni Canyon and pointed at the long radishes on the stall, each half as tall as a person. "Fresh Poni Radishes! How about we buy a few to snack on as we walk?"
Bewear drew back the foot she had raised and looked down at him with an intimidating stare, as if to say, Are you serious?
They were here to catch people!
Baimu pretended not to notice her dark expression and turned to Stufful on his shoulder. "Want some? They're crisp, with a spicy kick."
"Guma!"
Stufful had no intention of refusing. It waved both paws excitedly.
Two votes to one.
Domineering as ever, Bewear wasn't about to give in. She reached out to grab Baimu and drag him away, only for her paw to close on empty air.
He had stepped forward just ahead of her, brushing past her paw on his way to the stall. "Alola," he greeted the vendor.
"Grr!"
Furious, she took a long stride and tried to scoop him up again. Baimu ducked abruptly, as if