Ho-Oh Temple?
The name sounded familiar to Baimu.
"Ho-Oh Temple... Oh, the temple that keeps Ho-Oh's Sacred Flame!" He remembered now.
Johto Region had once been ravaged by a fierce human war. Lives were lost on a vast scale, and the land turned barren.
Angered by humanity, Ho-Oh sent down the Sacred Flame. It burned away their weapons and brought the land and lakes back to life.
People reflected on what they had done. They preserved the remaining flames, named them the Sacred Flame, and enshrined them in a temple called Ho-Oh Temple—
Today, the Sacred Flame served as the ceremonial flame for the Silver Conference.
The Ever Grande Conference used Moltres's flame instead.
Baimu finished recalling the story and finally understood.
So the monk was from Ho-Oh Temple!
That was impressive!
Baimu had understood why the monk's parents didn't want their son to become a monk. The moment he learned the monk came from Ho-Oh Temple, he stopped understanding.
No matter how he looked at it, inheriting Ho-Oh Temple beat striking out on his own in another region!
Ah, well.
He shook his head and kept watching the simulation.
On the screen,
the monk was competing in the opening round.
[You sent out Torkoal. Torkoal's Drought Ability activated.]
Talent seemed scarce at this year's Lily of the Valley Conference. With just over sixty entrants, they had skipped the preliminaries and gone straight to the opening round.
No wonder the Elite Four had to visit Pokémon Gyms and privately coach promising trainers.
Looking back across the years,
one might think their worries were unfounded. Cynthia would come along soon enough.
But perhaps it was precisely because of their efforts that Sinnoh would later produce so many powerful young trainers.
As Baimu watched the simulation, he also realized how