Riding a motorcycle... Miraidon, Qingyu and the other two soon set out from Cabo Poco for South Province Area Three, where the Stony Cliff Titan lived.
Paldea's map had no clear regional boundaries. With the Great Crater of Area Zero at its center, it was divided into dozens of areas to the east, west, south, and north.
South Province Area Three lay just east of Mesagoza, so it was not all that far from Cabo Poco.
For a Paldean superhuman like Arven, a round trip on foot to gather information had taken only two days.
At Miraidon's speed, making the trip there and back within a day should have been more than manageable.
Sitting on Miraidon's broad back, Qingyu firmly gripped the hornlike protrusions extending backward from its chest and tried steering this Future Paradox Pokémon version of Cyclizar.
(Miraidon's handlebars)
Sure enough, Miraidon turned its head and rolled its eyes at him.
Don't you think you're treating me a little too much like a machine?
"Qingyu, Miraidon might look really high-tech, but it's still a Pokémon, you know..."
Arven, sitting behind him, could not help breaking into a cold sweat.
The last researcher who had tried that had been thrown straight off by Miraidon and spent quite a while recovering.
Yet when Qingyu did the same thing, Miraidon merely gave him a warning look.
Perhaps the two of them were a pretty good match?
Arven felt he had made the right decision.
"..."
Qingyu reluctantly withdrew his hands.
Damn it, I thought I'd get to ride a motorcycle at three hundred miles an hour in the Pokémon world. Who knew it would be self-driving!
"No, this is too fast! I feel like I'm going to fly off..."
Nemona, who was usually bursting with energy and dressed every bit like