Of the five, Cheng Tian and the other boy, who spoke in a thick hometown accent, chose to return home for a while, while the other three chose to stay at the Training Camp to improve their strength.
"I still need to consult a few members of the Elite Four about my plans for a sandstorm team," Huang Zequan told him. "By the way, I recently caught a really great Pokémon. Watch out, or I'll overtake you."
At eight that morning, several people came to see Cheng Tian off.
"Remember to tell my parents I'm doing well when you get back, so they don't need to worry," Bai Yun reminded him.
"A-Tian, keep in touch by phone after you get back. Remember to miss me."
"Cheng Tian, bring back some local specialties from Bingzhou. I've never tried any."
"Fellow Daoist Cheng Tian, may you have fair winds all the way."
"Stay safe."
Huang Zequan, however, kept pestering Shen Gun. "Brother Shen Gun, where did you catch your Bronzor? Can you tell me? This is really important to me!"
Cheng Tian smiled helplessly. "I'm coming back, you know. You don't have to make this so solemn."
"Cheng Tian, we're about to leave!" The boy with the hometown accent gave Cheng Tian a hearty pat. "Need me to carry your luggage?"
"No, no." Cheng Tian quickly shook his head with a smile. "Let's go."
Their riding Pokémon was a Tropius provided by the Training Camp, with plenty of room to sit on its back. There was also plenty of fruit to enjoy.
"Bye!" Cheng Tian waved to everyone on the ground.
After an hour of chatting, Cheng Tian now knew that the boy with the hometown accent was from Northern Shaanxi and was named Liu Zhiwei. Their hometowns were quite close