The softest thing under heaven was a parent's heart. That saying was truly right.
After news of Cheng Tian's death arrived, this once incredibly warm little family seemed to have shattered in an instant.
And when the son they had longed for reappeared before them, the couple could not help holding each other and sobbing.
"You worried me to death! Where have you been these past three years!" Cheng Tian's mother's eyes were red. She laid her vulnerability completely bare.
"I'm sorry, Mom..."
"All that matters is that you're back. All that matters is that you're back." Cheng Tian's father comforted him through his tears.
"I'm sorry, Dad." Cheng Tian looked sorrowfully at his father. "I didn't do what I promised you."
"I didn't protect Xiaohan."
Walking along the highway, Cheng Tian's thoughts churned.
His safe return was already an enormous joy for his parents.
But there were things he had to do.
Climbing over the railing, Cheng Tian released Noivern and began flying toward those familiar mountains.
Of one thing he was certain: Greninja would be here and nowhere else.
Even after three years, the bond in their hearts had never faded for a single moment.
Deep in the mountains, beside the shimmering lake.
Greninja strung together the fish caught that day and began walking toward the cave.
Compared with before, the cave had undergone a tremendous transformation.
After returning here, Greninja had begun helping remodel the cave for its master.
Barbaracle really had grown old. Its joints were no longer supple. Over the past year, it had even rarely gone out to train.
Greninja had handled the remodeling single-handedly: first, it had opened a few holes for ventilation and sunlight. With its unpracticed craftsmanship, it had made a few crude little windows and fitted them into the