Chapter 317: Forum Bounty

A two-headed Dragon Rush.

Baimu couldn't recall any Pokémon in the anime ever using it like that — even when Hydreigon used Dragon Rush, it was still single-headed.

From the results, this change had its benefits.

Although it happened in only an instant, Baimu still saw everything clearly during the clash between the two sides.

Basically, the left head of the Double-Headed Tyranitar swung its Crabhammer Hammer down with full force on Iron Claw Lobster, while the right head took the opportunity to bite at its opening, sealing the outcome in one go.

The Crabhammer Hammer after Dragon Dance was powerful, but unfortunately the newly evolved Double-Headed Tyranitar was still in its newbie protection period — not so easy to be put on the back foot.

If the two-headed Dragon Rush causes problems later, just correct it in time…

Baimu made a quiet decision.

But why did two heads appear? He clearly hadn't taught Double-Headed Tyranitar that either.

Baimu, who couldn't yet establish a mind-link with Double-Headed Tyranitar, had no way of knowing that this fellow had its own simple yet "rigorous" logic — since it had two heads, the Dragon Rush that originally only formed one energy dragon head should form two.

Otherwise, two heads sharing one energy dragon head? How weird would that be!

"Heiyu!" "Heiyu!"

Double-Headed Tyranitar bit each of its trainer's hands with one head, then contentedly wagged its thick, short tail.

"Are you a dog? Wagging your tail that fast."

Baimu laughed.

Just like the single-headed dragon, Double-Headed Tyranitar's tail was pitifully short — only a tiny stub poking out — and when it wagged, it gave off a qilin-tail vibe.

Not far away, the Old Fisherman, having confirmed Iron Claw Lobster was fine, breathed a sigh of relief, recalled it, then came over and praised:

"What a powerful Dragon Rush! And that Dragon Pulse just now — both had real punch! Surely you must be some Gym Leader?"

"No, I'm just an ordinary trainer passing through…"

Baimu shook his head.

"An ordinary trainer?"

The Old Fisherman was stunned for a moment, then laughed self-deprecatingly: "Are young people these days really this strong? Looks like all those years I've spent fishing, I've fished myself into obsolescence~"

He slowly packed up his fishing gear.

Baimu didn't pay it much mind, calling Double-Headed Tyranitar down to play in the water. "Just a little swim, okay? We've barely walked ten kilometers."

"Heiyu!" "Heiyu!"

Double-Headed Tyranitar barked twice and charged into the stream like a vicious dog pouncing on prey.

Splash!

A skyful of water sprayed up!

"Young man, may we meet again if fate allows. Oh, and since you beat me, I'll share a piece of intel with you."

Having packed his things, the Old Fisherman lifted his case and pointed at a tall mountain to the north. "See that tallest mountain? There are plenty of powerful wild Pokémon in there. If you're interested, you can go take a look."

"The mountain to the north…"

Baimu gazed in the direction the Old Fisherman had pointed and gave a small nod. "Thanks, I'll keep it in mind."

An ordinary trainer hearing this might not be able to hold back on the spot, but he understood the principle that a mountain that looks near may be far — looking close didn't mean it actually was.

Take it slow.

But honestly, the powerful wild Pokémon the Old Fisherman mentioned did pique his curiosity a bit. If one happened to hit his taste, he might just catch it…

No, no, no.

There were still plenty of Pokémon that hadn't been trained yet.

Baimu recalled that two of his team members were hovering around levels thirty to forty, and it stressed him out.

Porygon had just joined the team, so slower progress was understandable — compared to rapid level gains, plenty of contact with the trainer and teammates was also very important. But Galarian Corsola…

This one really was a handful.

If you called it slacking off, it really was slacking off — it wouldn't even move during battle, forcing the opponent to come attack it on their own. But it didn't slack in practice either; it would "clock in" when it was time to "work." It was just that its rate of improvement wasn't ideal.

Clearly, this had to do with Galarian Corsola's individual will.

Lacking motivation meant whether it was leveling up or learning moves, everything was slow. As fellow Pokémon with the Outstanding mark, the single-headed dragon was way more driven than it was in every aspect.

Honestly speaking, Galarian Corsola had only been on the team for a month, and nothing particularly impactful had happened in between. Expecting it to quickly form an unforgettable bond with him wasn't realistic.

He'd still have to take it slow.

"Heiyu!" "Heiyu!"

Double-Headed Tyranitar's loud cries pulled Baimu's attention back, and he saw it holding a colorful pebble in its mouth, wagging its tail proudly as it spat it out onto the bank like a treasure offering.

"Thanks~ but this isn't a gem." He helplessly stroked Double-Headed Tyranitar's wet fur.

Ever since yesterday, when this fellow had overheard him chatting with Lisha and discovered he "liked" gems, it had been constantly trying to pick up all sorts of strange stones for him.

Among the things it asked about, stones were the most frequently asked about.

"Heiyu~" "Heiyu~"

Hearing its trainer say that, Double-Headed Tyranitar regretfully picked the pebble back up in its mouth and spat it back into the water, then dove down again to search for stones that looked pretty.

Xiaoshuting

In the end, no stones were found, but a fish that looked fierce was spotted.

The other was hiding in a crevice between rocks, and when its gaze met Double-Headed Tyranitar's, it instinctively put on a vicious expression.

Double-Headed Tyranitar: "!"

Heiya!

How brazen!

Feeling provoked, Double-Headed Tyranitar charged straight over, bit it in one mouthful, then flung it upward with all its might.

Swoosh!

The other party immediately burst out of the water.

All Baimu, who was outside pondering how to activate the power of the Galar Sun Coral, heard the splash, looked up, and immediately saw a Fang Fish plummet from the sky, tail lashing as it flew straight at his forehead.

Fortunately, he was quick enough and dodged it at the first instant.

*Splat. *

The Fang Fish landed on the rocky shore, struggled, and flipped itself over; its pair of fierce eyes were filled with utter innocence.

All Baimu: "..."

Fang Fish: "..."

"Heywu!" "Heywu!"

The culprit, the Dual-Head Tyrant, charged up from the stream in high spirits, as if hoping to earn All Baimu's praise, its little tail wagging away happily.

But what greeted it were only two flicks to the noggin.

"Send it back to its owner!" All Baimu glared at the Dual-Head Tyrant, and the latter whimpered pitifully, reluctantly clamping its jaws around the Fang Fish's tail and tossing it into the stream.

Meanwhile, on a hillside several hundred meters away from the two.

The Old Fisherman, having confirmed All Baimu had not followed, took out his phone from his pocket and typed out a text message.

The message has been successfully delivered — the person in the photo is indeed correct.

The text was sent.

*Buzz~*

The reply came back almost instantly.

Received.

Followed by a payment confirmation text.

The Old Fisherman looked at the number on it and couldn't help but whistle. "So generous — young Misses these days really are something, going to such great lengths just to chase a guy. Is that kid really that handsome?"

He rubbed his chin. "Only about five-tenths as handsome as I was in my prime, right?"

Shortly after.

He shook his head and sighed, feeling only that the world was going to the dogs and people's hearts were no longer what they once were.

At the same moment.

The wild trainers scattered along Route 110, waiting for someone to take the bait, all received texts announcing the bounty had been cancelled; they secretly lamented their bad luck and slinked away.

Earlier this morning, someone claiming to be a cute girl had posted a task on a certain secret forum, requesting that the person in the photo be directed to a designated location — no need to do anything else, just tell him.

Plenty of trainers, upon seeing it, flocked to Route 110 to try their luck; after all, the bounty was truly tempting, and besides, it wasn't anything illegal.

Who would have thought it would be resolved so quickly.

A wasted trip — bad luck!

On a certain mountain wreathed in mist, a purple-haired girl leaned against a Typhlosion, gazing around her in boredom.

"He... will he come, I wonder..."