Yet Dian walked faster and faster, finally breaking into a run. Then he abruptly stopped and turned to look at the tall, dragon-like creature behind him. "Goodra."
"Good!"
Goodra had just been about to hide when it heard him call. It froze, both antennae on its head drooping limply.
Dian did not underestimate those two seemingly decorative antennae, though. Taking a direct hit from them would be no better than taking a punch from a Machoke.
"You... could you be...?"
Dian hesitated as he looked at the Goodra before him. It seemed to recognize him, but the Goodra that knew him should have been...
"Misdreavus, could this Goodra be Liangguang's Goomy?"
Dian took out a Poké Ball and summoned Lady Misdreavus.
"Mis..."
Misdreavus yawned and rubbed her eyes, showing absolutely no sense that she was here for a tournament. She had still spent all of last night playing the online horror game, The Ghost Is Coming.
With a finger in her mouth, she tilted her head and studied the Goodra before her, her red eyes filled with confusion and questions.
Liangguang? Who's that?
"Good, good, good!!"
Unlike Misdreavus, the Goodra opposite her immediately grew excited. Its muscular antennae flailed around, and its green eyes seemed to blaze with fire.
"So it really is Liangguang's. Do all Dragon-type Pokémon hold grudges like this? My Vibrava is so sweet..."
Dian was puzzled for a moment, but that did not stop him from talking to the Goodra. "Goodra, where's your Trainer? Is Liangguang here too?"
"Dian... help... over here..."
A faint voice rang out, filled with delighted surprise.
Dian followed the voice and went closer to look. His expression immediately turned strange: Elite Drake's foremost disciple had been buried underground, with only his head sticking out.
The spot was well chosen, too—very well