The Journey Home (Two-Hour Revision)

Sometimes, a casually planted willow grew into a shady tree.

Tetsuya had never imagined that the Shaymin he and Bill had been searching for would appear under these circumstances.

"Gratitude... Shaymin, the Grass-type Mythical Pokemon?"

Cynthia also looked up with great interest. "I remember that their kind has a fixed migration point on a mountain in Sinnoh. It's covered in Gracidea flowers and is incredibly beautiful."

Shaymin's migratory habit had a rather poetic name: Flower Transmission.

When the harsh winter ended with the changing of the seasons, they covered the desolate earth in blossoms.

Of course.

Many people did not believe Shaymin possessed such power.

Because they rarely displayed this ability in front of people.

Only a select few whom they acknowledged had ever witnessed it.

Tetsuya was not surprised that Cynthia knew such secret information.

Shenhe—or rather, the name "Shenhe," along with its related towns and peoples—was among the oldest remnants of the Sinnoh Region.

Its history could even be traced back to the birth of Sinnoh itself.

In terms of status, Cynthia absolutely ranked among the very top figures in the entire Pokemon World—not just in wealth, but also in historical heritage and other respects.

"Hmm—"

In the sky, Sky Forme Shaymin leisurely stretched.

Compared to its original Land Forme, its body was more slender overall, and its voice had become somewhat deeper.

If he had to describe it—

Sky Shaymin was like the mature form of Land Shaymin.

It was still the same Pokemon, but its personality was vastly different.

"Did people's gratitude awaken Shaymin during this season?"

Tetsuya guessed.

The so-called "gratitude" actually covered a broad range.

For Shaymin, most positive and uplifting emotions could draw its attention, though a few were especially obvious.

Heartfelt admiration was naturally one of them.

From that perspective—

The Ranger