Windswept City, Back Mountain.
A wildfire rivaling the one fifty years ago had been brought under control by Li Wei, Lorelei, the others, and the citizens of Windswept City.
No casualties had been found so far. They could even say they were safe for the moment.
Ranguo threw herself into her father Oriba's arms.
"Dad!"
Oriba held his daughter tightly, gently patting her back with his right hand.
"As long as you're all right. As long as you're all right."
Oriba's wife had passed away, leaving him with this one daughter.
As the mayor responsible for Windswept City's development, Oriba could not give his daughter much attention.
But that did not mean he did not love Ranguo.
While the father and daughter cried tears of joy over there,
Li Wei did not relax in the slightest.
His gaze pierced the thick smoke and firelight. As long as the flames had not gone out, he could not let his guard down completely.
He was still leading the Water-type Pokémon, along with his own Pokémon, down the mountain, spreading out to extinguish the blaze.
A collapsing tree was about to fall onto Li Wei.
At that moment, there was not a single Pokémon beside him.
Naturally, Li Wei did not just stand there. The reflexes granted by his intermediate Close-Quarters Combat were on full display.
He rolled across the muddy ground, swiftly dodging out of the way.
But the burning tree was blasted apart in midair by a burst of blue lightning!
It was Zeraora's Plasma Fists.
Li Wei nodded with a smile. "Thanks."
Zeraora merely nodded and rejoined the firefighting efforts.
Li Wei chuckled. "Still as aloof as ever."
Still, Zeraora was clearly the sort who seemed cold on the outside but had a warm heart, all sharp words and soft