Splash!
A towering spray rose from the sea.
Several seconds later.
The hefty Galarian Slowking floated to the surface like a corpse, the eyes on its shell reduced to black spirals.
"Yah-do... yah-do!?"
Dizzy and disoriented, it searched all around, only to find that its trainer hadn't surfaced with it.
Big trouble!
Slowking dove in a panic. After searching for ages, it spotted a figure wreathed in a faint glow, hurried over, and carried him up from the depths.
"Guh!"
The moment Avery drew a breath of fresh air, he spat out a great mouthful of water. He steadied his glasses as his thoughts cleared. "Cough, cough—hah, hah! That was close!"
He couldn't swim. The more he thrashed, the farther he sank.
Only his innate psychic powers had kept him going until Slowking rescued him.
After a short rest, Avery coughed up several more mouthfuls of seawater and slumped weakly across Slowking's back.
"Yah-do..."
"You're right. That guy must be after the Slowpoke Tail on the beach! We need to get reinforcements!"
His voice was vicious.
He had no evidence that Baimu had poached the Slowpoke Tail, but attacking someone so casually was suspicious enough.
And since the Isle of Armor had no police station, they had to rely on their fellow dojo students to deal with villains.
Slowking quickly carried Avery around the beach.
Meanwhile.
At the campsite by the shore.
Baimu confirmed with the Dreepy Siblings that they hadn't stolen or forcibly severed the Slowpoke Tail, then tossed it onto a rock.
"Don't touch that, any of you."
He warned his Pokémon.
It was a rare ingredient, and he was curious about its taste, but with Avery throwing around accusations of theft, it was best to leave it alone for now.
Otherwise, he might have trouble explaining things