Free Web NovelChapter 847: Chapter 542: Healing Dragapult
"You... idiot!"
Baimu raised his hand and knocked on Dragapult’s head while it tried to dodge his gaze.
"Waddles~!"
Dragapult shook its head in pain.
He was left utterly speechless by this guy’s antics.
What kind of mindset chooses to slip away quietly... not even out of fear of being scolded, but because facing his comfort seemed daunting, leaving it feeling guilty.
What to do?
Special treatment with a mix of criticism and comfort?
Not to mention there’s nothing worth blaming Dragapult for in the Gym Battle; excessive nervousness is completely different from being timid, and it did well in assisting.
The main reason for lack of battle experience lies with the Trainer.
"...Let’s set aside the Gym Battle for now; tomorrow morning, we’ll address your running away from home."
Baimu gave Dragapult’s head a firm poke, "Take a good look at your actions and reflect."
Like a gourd, it dared not make a sound.
The gazes of so many Pokémon around also made it feel especially guilty.
What’s more embarrassing than silently slipping away to avoid facing the Trainer?
—Being caught and publicly reprimanded.
Dragapult wished it could faint immediately or simply smash into the bedside cabinet and say goodbye to this beautiful world.
Naihe and Sister Dragapult both stared at it, making it impossible for it to hide with invisibility.
"Let’s sleep first, I’m too tired."
Baimu honestly couldn’t think of how to deal with this guy’s problem, resolving to consult Adam and Mikoli tomorrow.
As for tonight...
Let’s leave it to Hydreigon and the others.
He looked at his Pokémon, giving them a knowing glance.
Sometimes in the early stages of unfamiliarity with a Trainer, introverted and timid Pokémon can’t candidly voice their feelings, viewing them as awe-inspiring like a parent or a head teacher.
Yet when interacting with companions, there’s generally less concern.
Baimu had to admit.
His relationship with Dragapult wasn’t as close compared to other Pokémon, not even as close as with the Dragapult Siblings.
Their communication was limited to some unspoken understanding.
Therefore.
To help Dragapult open up, it was better to leave it to Hydreigon and other Pokémon who could persuade it back, perhaps with Blissey onboard to ensure success.
Baimu remembered the period when Blissey couldn’t use attack techniques and became self-pitying due to game losses. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ
As a kind of "gradual learner," perhaps it could create a place of resonance for Dragapult.
Click.
He turned off the bedside lamp and lay down without speaking further.
Brother Dragapult yawned, wanting to sleep beside the Trainer’s pillow, but was pulled away by his sister.
It’s not sleep time yet!
Sister Dragapult was somewhat tired too, but couldn’t relax about Dragapult, forcing herself to stay with her brother beside this hapless guy.
The most painful thing is.
Although she had become Dragapult’s strength without holding past grudges, this guy kept weakening by itself.
Sister Dragapult absolutely wouldn’t allow such a thing to happen.
"Yawn~"
Brother Dragapult yawned and burrowed into Dragapult’s launching tube.
This time, he wasn’t stopped.
Meanwhile.
Blissey and Hydreigon exchanged glances, casting a glance at the obviously uninterested Mawile, using actions to comfort the head held low from pressure like Dragapult.
They convinced it to move outside the bedroom.
Aggron watched and no longer blocked the doorway with Altered-color Milotic, making space for them.
It pondered for a moment, unconsciously switching into the role of the wise elder in the team, showing a gentle and sincere smile, which only invoked Hydreigon’s glare.
’Growl?’
Aggron’s smile froze, wondering what it did wrong?
But actually, a certain Dragonair just didn’t want anyone stealing its moment of glory.
Winning hearts begins with the "people"!
It was concluding the final wrap-up, how could it let anyone interrupt halfway and steal the credit?
Blissey, yes.
You, no!
Hydreigon seemed to forget how it had the best relationship with Aggron when young, even becoming quite attached to it despite worrying about damage to flowers and trees.
"Happy~"
Blissey looked at Dragapult, pondering how to start the conversation.
Truthfully, it wasn’t very skilled with verbal tasks, but since the Trainer had high hopes in it, it had to try.
How did the TV say it?
Sincerity!
Yes! Sincerity!
Blissey adopted the lines from the dramas Mawile watched as methods, which actually weren’t too far off. frёewebnoѵēl.com
Night.
The restless Dragapult made nearly everyone sleepless, including Baimu who had claimed to be extremely tired.
He resorted to using simulated memory for a peaceful sleep.
Yet even with simulated memory, his mind inevitably flashed thoughts about Dragapult.
Fortunately.
The teammates’ chats seemed quite effective.
Baimu, in the morning when he "awoke," received a timid apology from Dragapult; like having been interrogated all night, its squint looked somewhat swollen.
"Hmm..."
He looked to Blissey, Hydreigon, and Sister Dragapult, these three Pokémon frequently yawning, and they returned his glance with smiles like giving thumbs-up.
"Thank you for your hard work."
Baimu patted their heads.
Although he didn’t intend to evade responsibility, delegating tasks that he should handle to his Pokémon made him feel somewhat guilty.
