"O Magic Conch, who is Mimikyu's Trainer?" Heath asked without much hope. The Magic Conch was actually very powerful, but its restrictions were too severe. He could only ask it one question a day, and he might not even get an answer. Heath felt that using it was like buying a lottery ticket every day.
Sometimes he might win, but most of the time, winning was impossible. That was how this thing felt to Heath, so he did not hold out much hope.
Sure enough, the Magic Conch gave no response. Heath sighed helplessly. It looked like he had used up today's chance, too. When he would manage to get an answer was another question, but before that-
Heath looked outside the food truck. Mimikyu showed no intention of coming in and had huddled underneath it instead. Heath took a look. There was something like a water tank beneath the food truck, with enough room for Mimikyu to squeeze in and lie down. Finding that trying to persuade Mimikyu was not doing any good, Heath gave up on continuing.
After all, Mimikyu was a Pokémon, a Pokémon with intelligence and ideas of its own, not a puppet creature. Heath understood perfectly well that when persuasion failed, he was better off letting things take their course. In any case, Mimikyu would not interfere with him or his customers, and that was enough.
As for helping Mimikyu find its owner, Heath could only say he would do his best. After all, who Mimikyu's owner was and what he looked like were both unknowns to Heath. He could hardly rush up to every man he saw and ask. If he did that, he would have no time for anything else.
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