The Black Angel with White Wings

The muscular man sighed in disappointment. "What a shame. My Oddish just evolved into Gloom. I thought we could make a spectacular entrance."

He shook his head and, without pressing the matter, turned and left.

Anyone heading to the Pokémon Center at this hour was probably going to have their Pokémon's health checked. He went there sometimes himself, so he understood and didn't press the matter.

"Gloom?!"

Dian silently watched that unusual muscleman go. No, not a muscleman—a softhearted hunk with the soul of a young girl.

Gloom was no ordinary Pokémon. Any Trainer raising one needed three things ready: a gas mask, a Leaf Stone, or a Sun Stone.

You had to put on the gas mask before Oddish evolved, or its distinctive smell might knock you out.

Then you used a Leaf Stone or Sun Stone to evolve it again.

That was how people with money handled it, especially if they used a Sun Stone. Bellossom's gorgeous appearance made it highly sought after, and the price of Sun Stones stayed high.

Gloom's nectar smelled appalling, but it tasted exceptionally sweet. Some people even used it in cooking.

Gloom didn't secrete that nectar all the time, either. It generally did so only when it was in a terrible mood or overjoyed, and the stench came with it.

When Gloom was calm, it gave off no foul smell at all.

Besides, a foul smell was relative. Dian had once seen a bottle of Gloom perfume in a department store.

Plenty of people in this world liked that scent.

Which raised a question: what did you do if someone near you liked wearing Gloom perfume?

Dian answered with his feet, hurrying away from the big shot who carried a Gloom around. Sorry, if you were a girl, he might put up