One down—no, two... Dian put away the contracts. Sure enough, being direct was the best approach.
He breathed a sigh of relief and began planning. Next, he just had to find a way to lure in a group of Beheeyem who flew UFOs, and everything would be settled.
"I'll check out the Mountain Shrine tomorrow. If Jirachi really is sleeping there, I'll have to be careful." Thinking of Jirachi, the Pokémon that granted wishes once every thousand years, Dian looked wary—anyone who truly treated a Mythical Pokémon like that as an innocent baby would have long since been reduced to ashes.
The most dangerous period for the thousand-year Pokémon was not the seven days it spent awake, but the thousand years it spent asleep.
Otherwise, how would poachers or Pokémon Hunters ever get their chance? Even setting aside the League, surely Team Rocket could locate a Pokémon like that and find a way to bring its crystallized form home to await its next awakening—determining its approximate location from the literature was easy enough.
There were two reasons they did not do so. First, Jirachi's wish-granting ability was not nearly as miraculous as the legends claimed. It was worse than a knockoff Dragon Ball... Second, a sleeping Jirachi was dangerous.
Truly dangerous. Whether in Forina or on Decolora Island, Jirachi slept in remote places where water sources met mountain ranges.
By the standards of Chinese feng shui, those would absolutely be prime locations.
While sleeping, Jirachi effectively became one with the earth's veins. That was why most people who knew where it slept did not act rashly.
Furthermore, analysis suggested that the differences in strength between Mythical Pokémon were extremely pronounced.
The "Eye of Truth" on Jirachi's abdomen was likely a clear indicator of that difference.
"It probably has something to