A stray Pokémon with a name of its own was, in a sense, already very close to becoming a city Pokémon. Heath could not help feeling happy for this Poochyena. If it became a city Pokémon, it could live happily without worrying about anything else, and might even be happier than it would be living with a Trainer.
However, for many abandoned Pokémon, being cast aside by a Trainer they trusted was deeply upsetting. Heath thought of the Mimikyu he had met before. After seeing its Trainer and learning that the Trainer did not intend to live with it, the little one had vanished from Heath's world. Mimikyu had even abandoned the cloth Pikachu disguise it treasured most, and Heath had no idea where it had gone.
Still, Heath had kept the Pikachu disguise Mimikyu left behind. After all, it was proof that Mimikyu had once been there.
"Hello, could you tell me what this is?" Just as Heath was thinking, a voice interrupted his words. He looked up and saw a white-haired girl curiously pointing at something on his barbecue stall.
An eggplant?
"This is an eggplant," Heath explained. He did not quite understand why this girl could not even recognize an eggplant. He thought it over; he had not bought any strange varieties. Shouldn't such an ordinary eggplant be recognizable at a glance?
"I know it's an eggplant. I'm just curious about how you're supposed to eat it." The girl smiled. Her face was very pale too, and, most remarkably, even her eyelashes and eyebrows were white. This reminded Heath of a condition called albinism, but she clearly did not fall into that category. People with albinism were quite recognizable, while the customer before him seemed to simply look this way.
People in the Pokémon world had all