Chapter 128: Questioning One's Origins

After a short rest, A-Mu returned to the backrest.

Although Huang Tie Town had no surveillance cameras, it had plenty of human ones—children buying soy sauce, old men passing by, even shop clerks by the street could all be informants for some faction.

Until the mayor truly gave up the investigation, it was best that A-Mu's figure not be spotted by anyone.

And as agreed, he would stay at Baimu's home through this difficult period, until he could leave safely.

To be fair, Baimu had originally planned to settle him in the Sand Group's underground city—he had two vacant houses there—but on second thought, a house long unoccupied suddenly showing signs of life would surely draw attention.

The area around the house he'd lived in during his captain days also had a fairly high density of human activity, making it unsuitable for hiding.

He might as well just live together with him.

He just needed to suspend the maids' cleaning duties.

Conveniently, the executives' mansions were spaced quite far apart, and the closest to his house was Master Liu Ge's residence—based on his observations over the past two days, that big brother rarely came home.

Not long after.

The vehicle drove into the executive mansion district, and after confirming no one was around, Yamatsukane let the two of them out.

"I'll leave him and the single-headed Dragons in your care."

"Okay."

Baimu nodded.

A-Mu, meanwhile, looked curiously at his lodging for the next few days. "Nice place! I thought Huang Tie Town was all sand—didn't expect there to be plants too."

"Maintaining these plants is no easy task—it's been a real headache for my Aggron." Seeing Yamatsukane off, he silently opened three Poké Balls and released Aggron and the others.

Normally, plant maintenance was handled by dedicated staff, but Aggron refused to let anyone else interfere and insisted on doing it itself.

Baimu let it be.

It was a good thing for Pokémon to have interests—otherwise, sleeping inside Poké Balls and fighting outside them, what was that all about?

"Hey~ what a strong Aggron—you've raised it really well." A-Mu raised his hand, trying to stroke Aggron's face. The latter glanced at Baimu, and seeing him give a slight nod, gently lowered its head.

Seeing this, A-Mu couldn't help but praise again: "Great teamwork too, not bad, not bad. Hmm, Mawile's nice too, and Chansey as well—"

"Huh?"

His voice cut off abruptly as he swayed his body, looking around Baimu.

The latter was a bit puzzled. "What's wrong?"

"Where's your Dragon?" A-Mu asked with utmost seriousness.

Baimu twitched the corner of his mouth. "I'm not currently raising any Dragon-type Pokémon…"

"Not Dragon-type Pokémon—Dragon Pokémon! As a descendant of Dragon Tamers, how can you not raise Dragon Pokémon!" A-Mu raised his voice. "Didn't your elders ever tell you about the beauty of Dragon Pokémon—uh."

He suddenly realized Baimu's elders had been gone since he could remember.

"Sorry, but in any case! As a descendant of Dragon Tamers, you should raise Dragon Pokémon, aiming for the Elite Four or even Champion!"

A-Mu's state was as if he'd been injected with chicken blood.

Baimu only felt the person before him had suddenly become a lot more goofy, and replied perfunctorily: "It's not settled yet… let's go inside first, standing outside all the time isn't great."

"Mm!"

A-Mu nodded vigorously, walking and shouting: "Don't worry, during the time I'm disturbing you, I'll thoroughly let you experience the charm of Dragon Pokémon!"

"Yes, yes, yes…"

The "Dragon Pokémon" in his mouth didn't only refer to those classified as Dragon Pokémon like Dragapult, Salamence, Dragonite, Goodra.

It also covered Gyarados, Charizard, Aerodactyl—Pokémon that looked like dragons.

Lance's team perfectly illustrated "if it looks like a dragon, take it all"—he somehow went from a Dragon-type Champion to a Flying-type Champion, and even though later generations added more Dragon-type Pokémon, the Flying Champion label couldn't be shaken off.

There were plenty of vacant rooms.

Fitting A-Mu in was no problem.

After settling himself in, he took out a pile of Poké Balls. "I might need to soothe these little guys in the space—can I release them indoors? I'll try my best to avoid damage."

"Come to the basement, it's a bit more concealed there, and can take impacts better."

Baimu led him to the basement.

The spacious interior pleased A-Mu greatly. "Let's go one by one."

Having said that.

He threw a Poké Ball.

Pop!

White light flashed.

A small four-legged dinosaur with deep blue skin, dense fluffy black fur covering its eyes, and a tuft of spiky hair on its head landed on the ground.

"Mo Nao?"

It swayed its head—since its vision was poor, it could barely see its surroundings, relying on smell for basic judgment, then using headbutts and nibbles to identify things.

Sensing it was in an unfamiliar environment, the single-headed Dragon grew nervous, broke into a trot, and started running around, calling out as it ran.

"Mo Nao! Mo Nao!"

A-Mu rushed forward, easily intercepting the single-headed Dragon, and when it poked its snout out, he voluntarily extended his wrist toward it.

Baimu's eyes went wide, about to stop this dangerous act, but saw that he had already fitted a golden bracer on his wrist—the single-headed Dragon bit the bracer, and A-Mu showed no sign of pain.

"Good~ good~ it's safe here, no one will hurt you, relax, good~ good~"

A-Mu gently scratched under the single-headed Dragon's chin. The strange sounds from its throat quickly softened, as if it had caught a familiar scent on him.

The scent of the Dragon Village.

Pokémon were very sensitive to the aura of their homeland—even the most agitated Pokémon would calm down as quickly as possible upon smelling their homeland's soil.

Ya Wen Ba

Under A-Mu's handling, the single-headed Dragon soon crawled onto the ground and dozed off.

"Impressive."

Baimu watched in surprise as he released one single-headed dragon after another, soothing each into place using the same method.

But when it came to the sixth one, A-Wu suddenly stopped what he was doing.

"Your turn!"

He handed over the wristband and the Poké Balls. "As a descendant of dragon tamers, you need to master the ability to calm dragon Pokémon!"

"But I really might not be a dragon tamer, and my scent is completely unfamiliar to them…"

"I say you are, so you are! Take them!" A-Wu forcibly shoved the items into Baimu's hands.

Seeing this, the latter thought that this might well be the opportunity the clue had brought him, but impersonating a dragon tamer felt good for a moment, while being exposed in the future would be very unpleasant.

Was he really a descendant of dragon tamers?

When all was said and done, even though he had clearly made this badge himself, Baimu hesitated somewhat.

It was simply that A-Wu's utterly earnest appearance instead made him doubt his own origins.

Regarding his memories of his parents, his previous self basically had none, and asking the neighbors around mostly indicated they weren't particularly familiar with his parents… Perhaps in a couple of days it would be necessary to go ask carefully.

Under A-Wu's coercion, Baimu put on the wristband and threw the Poké Ball.

Poof!

The Poké Ball opened, and a short-legged, black-furred little dinosaur landed on the ground.

"Mo Nao!"

"What a spirited little fellow!" Hearing this bright, clear cry, Baimu knew this single-headed dragon was no ordinary one.