Not Taking the Blame for This

Dian's instincts told him that since the sacrificial curse was a secret passed down through the Napolant royal family, and the Sword of Royal Authority had always been in their hands, the two might well be connected.

So this Sun Stone might come in handy someday.

Failing that, he might meet someone with a Dusk Stone and trade for it.

After Masamune finished speaking, he hurried back to a small, separate courtyard nearby and returned with a little brown bottle. He handed it to Dian. "This is the Steel Coating I bought at the Department Store in Goldenrod City. As for what it does, you saw my Arbok's Iron Tail."

With that, he glanced at the battle arena, which had practically been turned upside down, and nodded as though quite pleased.

Uh...

Dian stared speechlessly at the wrecked arena. Masamune certainly didn't seem to care when it wasn't his property. Wouldn't they have to pay for the damage?

Dian, for one, wasn't paying a cent. He hadn't dug those holes.

"Thanks. If there's nothing else, I'll be on my way."

Dian accepted the brown bottle, returned the courtesy, and immediately turned to leave.

He needed to get to Azisa as soon as possible and ask her how to learn a particular skill.

It mattered not only for Honedge, but also for Skiploom's growth.

If Chinami hadn't been busy lately with an egg that had mysteriously vanished, she might have found time to guide him. But her Jumpluff didn't seem to know the skill Dian cared about anyway.

Besides, Dian wanted Chinami to pinpoint the person he was after and work out his general movements as soon as possible. Only then could he choose the best moment to make his move.

Masamune was just about to call out to him, hoping