Marnie said, "That Psychic guy's battle windup is way too long. He looks like total small fry."
Sonia said, "That is a little too harsh, Marnie. A young lady shouldn't talk like that."
Hikaru said, "Dark and Psychic are natural enemy types, so it's normal for Marnie to dislike Psychic-types. Besides, Avery really does make exaggerated movements in every battle."
"He is pretty over-the-top. Compared to a sports star, he looks more like a magician."
"Of course, the type Psychic really suppresses is Poison."
There were always people who called themselves magicians while secretly using magic or psychic powers.
But in the Pokémon world, most proper magicians had at least some unusual talent.
How could anyone make a name for themselves in the magic world without a special trick or two?
For example, in the same fourth-generation side work, PokéPark, the Battle Master Mysterial was an extremely skilled magician. In the original anime series, a female magician had even turned Ash into a Pikachu.
A similar machine had first been developed by Bill.
Magicus, the great thief and magician of the Oblivia region, could even create illusions in the sky that made people appear among the clouds. Someone timid could be scared to death on the spot.
"Avery's purity is too low. Still, that's part of Avery's personal style. A Psychic user should have some kind of distinctive trait. If you can't blow up a city with one hand, blowing up a Poké Ball with one hand isn't bad either."
That was Hikaru's assessment.
Then, even from such a distance, he could see the black ring on Avery's finger.
"A crystal shard. So the so-called 'high society' types are connected to each other? Now that I think about it, this little senior disciple Avery talks a lot like the Hisoka duo, except compared to those two, he's more of a walking gag. Very likable."
"Once a comic-relief character turns evil, doesn't that make them unbeatable? The King of Almia really has a good eye for people."
At the same time, in the stadium, whenever Pokémon were defeated and collapsed, streams of power gradually dispersed. Along with the spread of Dynamax energy, that escaping life force was also guided in another direction.
From Wyndon, it flowed toward distant Hammerlocke.
The two cities were connected by an energy transmission system. Of course, Wyndon was not the only place sending energy there. Every stadium with a Power Spot served as a source of energy transmission.
Devouring the energy of Galar and controlling other Pokémon through that energy—those had once been part of Eternatus's original setting. But even in the official version, the concept of absorbing energy to maintain its own vitality had never changed.
The energy would be absorbed by the tower at Hammerlocke Stadium, then converted into electricity at the underground plant, where it would be made into the Dynamax energy supplied to the Power Spots of various towns and cities.
The reason the plant could operate that way was because it borrowed Eternatus's power.
But—
"Share a little with me," Hikaru said. "Not Dynamax energy. Life energy."
"Mega Evolution and Dynamax are different systems, but they still have similarities."
Hikaru took out a small, mechanical core. Its technical style resembled the steampunk aesthetic of the Galar region, but at its essence, it was not quite the same kind of thing.
It was Magearna's core.
Soul-Heart had the ability to absorb a portion of the life force of defeated Pokémon. When a Pokémon entered a near-fainting state, the life force that had dispersed from it would be absorbed by Soul-Heart, raising Magearna's power by one stage.
At the same time, that life force could also allow Magearna to recover its strength. It could give this incomplete core—part defective product, part work of art, and once given to another country as a gift—the possibility of becoming a complete Pokémon.
This setting of absorbing life force had a similarity to Mega Evolution's consumption of life energy.
A "Mega Stone" would become particles of light and be absorbed into the Pokémon's body.
When a Pokémon was illuminated by the light of a "Key Stone," the area at its chest would react and begin to glow.
The light at its chest would spread through its whole body, and Mega Evolution would begin.
When the Pokémon removed the "Mega Stone," the particles of light in its chest would spill out and return to the stone.
"Radiance can always draw strength from the Darkest Day."
Marnie noticed the thing Hikaru had taken out. "What is that? An ancient craft? A ball?"
"Huh. It feels like… it's glowing a little?"
Far away, deep beneath Hammerlocke, at the core of the Energy Plant.
Eternatus, which had originally been absorbing Dynamax power and life energy, let out an enraged roar. Though the dark crystal had strengthened its rationality, once it went berserk or its energy rose, instinct still held greater sway.
But right now, it still could not break free of Chairman Rose's technology. After a brief roar, it gradually fell quiet instead.
It began to analyze. To think.
For the first time in twenty thousand years, and for the first time in three thousand years, it entered a true, deep process of thought.
Extract the keywords.
"Recycling particles."
"Sword and Shield. Hero of Many Battles."
"Calyrex."
"Unknown energy core."
"Stealing my energy."
Eternatus began to think. That ancient existence born from the great Dragon Comet decided to use its superintelligence.
"Although I am trapped here, I can continuously absorb power. This is beneficial to my growth."
"Something in Wyndon is taking energy away."
"Life energy. The same power that attacked this place three thousand years ago."
"Lie low. Use the shard as a substitute."
After a brief moment of thought, Eternatus reached that conclusion.
And so the red light of the core gradually went out.
It would take this loss!
Since three thousand years ago, in order to reclaim the power of the Wishing Stars, it had darkened the sky, causing gentle Pokémon to rampage while violent winds, great waves, and heavy rain swept in.
Calamities had also appeared in many forms throughout history, and so the humans of this land regarded them as a type of natural phenomenon.
The descending evil dragon had caused rampages in order to reclaim meteorite energy.
When people made wishes upon the stars and received an answer, it was because it had once been one of those stars too.
That was exactly why the crystal, filled with three thousand years of human desires, had come to its side like an angel.
For the sake of a fully awakened future, what did it matter if it yielded a little energy to you?
You thief!
Fine, you win!
I'll run if I have to!
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It was not only the audience members who held strange opinions about Avery.
In the player lounge, the first-division Gym Leaders participating in the tournament were also staring in confusion at Avery's strange behavior.
Kabu, the Fire-type Gym Leader of Motostoke Stadium, said, "What is that move where he levitates the ball with telekinesis and then throws it? It feels like he's showing off his psychic powers. What a flashy, meaningless gesture."
Milo, the Grass-type Gym Leader of Turffield Stadium, said, "That guy is descended from a famous Psychic Gym family, right? He probably appeared here because he wants his family to acknowledge him. If he places well in the Champion Cup, he'll have a chance to be appointed Gym Leader. Nessa and Raihan both became Gym Leaders that way, though Nessa's hometown happened to match her city anyway."
Nessa, the Water-type Gym Leader of Hulbury Stadium, said, "I was appointed the main Gym Leader of Hulbury Stadium because I was born in Hulbury and liked Water-type Pokémon. Don't get the order wrong."
"The Ghost-type Gym seems to have sent someone to challenge too. That masked boy. I've heard rumors about him."
Opal, the Fairy-type Gym Leader of Ballonlea Stadium, dressed like an old lady, spoke up.
"They say he had an accident when he was four and nearly died. After that, he began seeing the spirits of dead Ghost-type Pokémon."
Kabu said, "Huh. Is that true? Is he a medium? There are people like that in my homeland too. It reminds me of the old couple on Mt. Pyre."
"Still, with your understanding of Galar, I doubt all you know is 'I've heard' and 'they say,' right?"
"That child's endorsement letter—could it be…"
Opal did not answer Kabu's speculation. She merely smiled mysteriously, then rose to her feet.
"A quiet little boy who uses Gengar. Gengar's popularity in the Galar region has been in the top three for years. Charizard, Machamp, Gengar…"
"However, I was not the one who recommended him. I simply thought treating this as a way to pass the boredom would be rather nice."
"There are contestants with 'pink' this year, but that Psychic-type boy is too gaudy. I dislike him. I'll be leaving early."
After the Fairy-type Gym Leader left the lounge, the other Gym Leaders began chatting among themselves.
"Come to think of it, Fairy type was only established in recent years, but it seems there were similar type legends in ancient times. Before that, even though Opal's Pokémon could use mysterious moves, she was called a 'magician.'"
"They say old Mrs. Opal inherited the position of Gym Leader from her mother. I think that Gym may have been Normal-type before. At any rate, it definitely wouldn't have been Psychic."
"Opal really is getting old. She's looking for a Fairy-type successor now. Looks like nobody caught her eye this year either."
"Tomorrow is the main event. The opening match is almost over too. There are a lot of challengers, but the strong ones are advancing to the finals very quickly. Ah, the Ghost boy and the Psychic user are facing each other! Those two types are fated rivals too, right?"
Nessa said, "But doesn't something seem a little off? Starting with the chairman, people have been shouting out their wishes one after another. I mean, those things are already written on their League Cards…"
Gordie, the Rock-type Gym Leader of Circhester Stadium, said, "Isn't that fine? The audience is very fired up, and the matches will have more energy that way. This is a once-a-year grand event!"
"If we're talking about wishes, what wishes do all of you have?"
Of course they had wishes. As sports stars, they had many troubles too. For example, Gordie's trouble was his mother, Melony, the Ice-type Gym Leader.
Raihan, the Dragon-type Gym Leader of Hammerlocke Stadium, said, "My wish? Obviously, it's to beat Leon. Do you even have to ask?"
"This time, I've achieved brand-new results from my training. I'll let you all get a good look at just how strong I am!"
"Every selfie I've taken along the way is like a keepsake. Just looking at them makes me remember exactly what happened back then."
"I really hope I can hurry up and add the moment I beat Leon to that collection too!"
With Duraludon and Gigantamax Duraludon, plus a battle method that could change the weather, Raihan had now fully mastered the use and spread of three weather conditions: harsh sunlight, rain, and sandstorm.
Commanding the elements of nature was exactly why dragon tamers were powerful.
Nessa said, "No, I think what Gordie meant wasn't something broad like that. He meant a deeper wish."
A deeper wish.
Inside the lounge, the Gym Leaders suddenly fell silent one after another, thoughtful expressions appearing on their faces.
Choosing between being a Gym Leader and a model. Finding a successor. Revitalizing one's hometown. Resisting Dynamax. Maintaining a youthful body and mind. Absolutely refusing to be relegated.
If one traced it back to the past, scientific development still had space and dreams.
Flying into space on rockets, robots defeating enemies, and so on. Adults aimed for that kind of future, and children could paint many dreams from it too.
But now, science seemed developed only in the field of information technology.
Things that made people feel longing and excitement on a material level no longer appeared.
All that remained was bottomless desire.
Milo, the Grass-type Gym Leader, said, "Everyone looks so serious."
Nessa said, "Milo, don't you have any wishes?"
Milo said, "Me? I run a farm, so as long as the farm is safe and prosperous, that's enough. As for battles, I just need to enjoy them. Even if my battle results aren't great, my strength is still real."
Kabu said, "You are a man who can casually push a 350-kilogram hay bale. If you personally entered the fight, you might be stronger than your Pokémon."
Different wishes were made here.
They were the deepest scars and desires hidden in the hearts of these star Gym Leaders.
Nessa said, "The semifinals have started. That was faster than expected. Let's see if there are any impressive challengers this time."
"Hm? This time's Champion challenger slots are… two people? They didn't hold another final match?"
"From Stow-on-Side? They're both from Stow-on-Side? This has never happened before!"
"Chairman Rose really went to great lengths to select outstanding Trainers, increasing the number of Champion challengers to two. I suppose that's this year's highlight."
"But with nine people, doesn't that mean someone gets a bye?"
The Gym Leaders watched the battle situation on the big screen. Raihan's voice sounded from beside them.
"That is what I call the moment when a wish comes true!"
"The one getting the bye is me! So in order not to affect the normal eight-person knockout tournament, I'll have my duel with Leon one step ahead of everyone else!"
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Night fell. With the final match concluded, the opening ceremony ended perfectly.
The quiet little Ghost boy left the battlefield, breathing hard.
"A wish… Why would I say something like that? I came back from the dead. All I wish for is for Ghost Pokémon to keep playing with me forever…"
"I want Ghost Pokémon to receive everyone's attention. If that happens… I think I'll be very happy."
Allister, wearing his mask, had defeated his powerful opponent in the finals of the opening match. The strength of Ghost type had been put on full display. As expected, at the end of that match, he immediately received a notice.
It was a notice from Macro Cosmos. The general meaning was that if he performed well in tomorrow's Champion Cup, they hoped to invite him to serve as the Ghost-type Gym Leader—and as a first-division Gym Leader.
He would probably be the youngest Gym Leader in the entire region. Never before had a child with the Trainer class of "kindergartener elementary-school student" served as a Gym Leader.
"F-first division?"
The sudden invitation made the Ghost boy's heart pound. His body, too, felt warm for the first time in a long while. However, because he liked quiet, he felt that if he became a Gym Leader, he might have to face many challengers, and he was not used to crowded situations like that.
That was why he wore this kind of mask.
Still, considering that Stow-on-Side had another official Gym, as long as everyone went to challenge the Fighting-type Gym and ignored his, there probably would not be much of a problem… right?
Just as he was thinking that, he suddenly heard a voice behind him. He quickly hid in one of Wyndon's greenbelts. Beneath the shadows of night, Ghost-type Trainers could conceal their figures, and those with spiritual power were even better at it.
The one running over, panting heavily and drenched in sweat, was Avery, who had lost in the finals.
"Wait for me! Where did that kid run off to? Such an inconspicuous child, and he's actually a medium!"
"I, a scion of a prestigious Psychic family, lost in the finals to a little child like that?"
"In the end, it's all Chairman Rose's fault! He increased the number of Gym Challengers all at once, then sent an invitation to our family. As a result, those people who look down on me sent me to participate in this tournament. Were they planning to humiliate me?"
"I wanted to prove myself to them, but in the end, I still lost! I couldn't even enter the Champion Cup. How am I supposed to inherit the position of Gym Leader now?"
Originally, Avery would never have appeared in this tournament.
Because of his family's ridicule and humiliation, because they believed Avery lacked powerful psychic abilities and that even his telekinesis was the weakest level, they felt someone like him had no qualifications to become a Psychic-type Gym Leader. They would rather keep the Psychic Gym in the second division forever than acknowledge Avery as someone carrying the mission of revitalizing the Psychic Gym.
His participation in this tournament had been a complete accident.
Even the result was the same.
A humiliation this severe was impossible for Avery to endure. However, at present, Psychic type was indeed at a disadvantage against Ghost. That was an unavoidable fact.
Avery knelt on the ground and wailed in pain. After he howled for a while, something suddenly fell from the sky.
Normally, when a meteor fell, it would definitely smash a crater into the ground. But sometimes, in the Galar region, falling Wishing Stars would very strangely descend smoothly beside certain people. Though most of the time, they still smashed craters.
"A Wishing Star? It fell here? That scared me half to death!"
"But I already have a Wishing Star. I'm from a prestigious family, after all. Not being able to Dynamax would make me a laughingstock."
"Do you want the strongest psychic power?"
"Who's there? Who's talking? Ghost boy, I know it's you. Stop hiding! Are you looking down on my elegance?"
The two people who originally should have had no intersection, and no conversation, had been brought together by the influence of events. The final answer was just as their strength suggested. Psychic type's attempted comeback had failed, and it had returned in complete defeat.
And now, that strange voice echoed inside his mind like someone had turned on an amplified microphone. Avery covered his ears, warily looking left and right, completely unaware that the black ring on his finger was giving off a dim glow.
"I will give you power."
"Through the Wishing Star, I can cross distant worlds. From the wishes and dark thoughts in human hearts, I can hear your voice."
"Offer your negative emotions to me and to it."
"We will grant your wish."
A strange energy gradually spread from the fragment of the Wishing Star. It was the power of Dynamax—deep, dark purple, heavy, and ominous. But for Galar, which revered the night, nighttime was a moment that allowed people to think quietly and bring beautiful dreams to life.
Therefore, even if it looked ominous, it was actually a good omen. This kind of abnormal phenomenon had also appeared in the Alola region. According to the research of a professor named Kukui, the local people believed an eclipse was an auspicious sign before the arrival of light.
"Ugh… My… my psychic power?!"
"So strong. My mental strength feels like it's made a great leap. How could a Wishing Star have this kind of ability?"
Avery felt the power that had just surged out of the tiny Wishing Star, and his expression was full of shock.
This thing was an item that only Professor Magnolia and Ms. Oleana could process, because only those two knew the principle behind the processing.
Because of that, the question became how to use the energy inside and make it release.
In any case, one tiny Wishing Star could provide unimaginably powerful energy. That was far more impressive than solar power or coal. It was also the fundamental reason Macro Cosmos had grown so large.
"Still, this truly is an astounding increase in power. With this kind of strength, it seems reaching the throne of the strongest Psychic user is not out of the question."
"Hm? What do you want me to do? You really are a mysterious fellow of unknown origin. But as long as you can let me inherit the prestigious Psychic family and take revenge on those people in my family who look down on me, I'll agree to your condition!"
"For the sake of my pride. I have a great deal of pride, you know!"
"Ohhh, you… you've stimulated my ability. What is this black aura? But… it feels surprisingly not bad!"
"A genius. I'm a genius Psychic user now! Whether it's the legendary Psychic user of the Kanto region or the ancient castle lady of the Sinnoh region, I can defeat them!"
"I've learned Teleport!"
As one of the comic-relief senior disciples of the Isle of Armor, Avery could only be seen in the Shield version. He claimed to have mastered Teleport, though people complained that it was not teleportation at all and was merely him running at full speed.
However, even when running with all his strength, he was one of those physically weak small fry who could not make it very far before he started panting heavily.
Avery said, "I never expected my wish to truly come true. The legend of the Wishing Star was not wrong! There really are stars watching over hardworking people!"
The ridiculous senior disciple immediately shed tears of emotion.
"What is this? Tears! My head is heating up on its own and becoming empty, the corners of my mouth are lifting by themselves, and my teeth are showing! For all these years, I used Amnesia on this. This is the emotion known as joy!"
"Still, you want me to… search for a larger crystal? From someone's hands? Deliver it to Hammerlocke? Where is Almia? What do you mean, 'very famous'? What does being famous three thousand years ago have to do with anything now? I've never heard of it!"
However, just as Avery was excited and confused, a gray-haired Fighting-type girl appeared behind this "little senior disciple."
Bea said, "Excuse me. You just said 'a larger crystal,' didn't you? What does that mean? Is it something related to a Wishing Star?"
"This is rather sudden, but could you please explain who is speaking to you?"
Avery was confused at first, then came to a realization.
"What? Who are you? Oh! A descendant of Galar's prestigious Fighting family. You are Miss Bea! One of today's two winners! But a girl learning hand-to-hand combat and footwork is not elegant at all."
"I cannot tell you what I am doing! In short, this is a matter for Psychic users. It has nothing to do with an ordinary martial artist like you!"
"Hey, hey! What are you doing? Are you planning to hit me directly? Wait a moment! In this situation, shouldn't we have a Pokémon battle?"
Bea looked somewhat embarrassed and quickly put away her stance.
She took a deep breath. "Then let me explain my purpose. You are Avery, the descendant of a prestigious Psychic Gym family, correct? I did not know about you before this, but I heard others mention you in the lounge."
"You entered this Champion Cup in order to be acknowledged by your family and become Gym Leader, correct? The Psychic Gym is currently a second-division Gym."
Avery's expression turned ugly. "That is exactly right! Those people in my family believe I am a failure!"
"I originally had no intention of entering this year's tournament, but Chairman Rose…" Avery gave a brief explanation while holding his forehead.
"Speaking of which! As a fellow descendant of a prestigious family, Miss Bea, I watched your previous matches too!"
"But how could a genius like you understand the pain of a mediocre person like me? Ah, I only said that because we're both from famous families. Compared to ordinary people, I am actually still very impressive!"
"And now I have been completely reborn. Though I still do not understand what happened, I cannot reveal the secret of my newfound strength to you!"
"If you want to know, then face me in a Pokémon battle!"
Though even if he lost, he would simply run away.
His old self only knew how to run at full speed, but now he could truly use Teleport.
Time to run for it… Hm. Just thinking that he could genuinely wave to someone and then gracefully say "bye-bye" filled him with gratitude all over again.
Being born a Psychic user was truly wonderful.
"Fighting-type Pokémon cannot defeat Psychic-type Pokémon!"
"If I defeat you here, perhaps Macro Cosmos's surveillance cameras will notice me, and I'll be appreciated and rise straight to the top. It is such a shame I did not get to battle you in today's tournament. There may be no audience now, but let us complete that missing match right here!"
Bea said, "Street battles outside the stadium are not encouraged in the Galar region, especially not inside a city."
"However, in other regions, fierce battles inside cities—and even street and underground fighting matches—seem to be quite common."
"Nothing you say will matter. Useless!" Avery used his telekinesis to control the Poké Ball above his head, spinning it around in a flashy circle several times before sending it flying out with a whoosh.
Bea said, "That is impressive telekinesis. But how is it different from throwing it by hand?"
Avery said, "Miss Bea, the difference is enormous! Is this not elegant?"
"Ahaha, you sent out Machamp! But even so, my advantage remains overwhelming!"
"On my side is Slowbro—Galarian form!"
"Though it is also Slowbro, it possesses a completely different power from the Slowbro of other regions. Not only does it have a quadruple resistance to Fighting-type moves, it can also spray highly toxic liquid from the tip of its shell!"
"And while I am at it… let me show you a unique move, the first and most ancient, from the Alola region. This is a technique possessed only by a member of Galar's prestigious families such as myself!"
"Psychic Terrain, which can be set up even without Dynamaxing!"
"Magic? No! This is sorcery! Psychic power is one form of magic. Compared to warriors, magic users have the advantage. It's just like the classic triangle in RPGs! Mages counter warriors!"
"I will make you fly!"
Intense light and psychic power spread out like a unique Meta Field, enveloping the fog-filled Wyndon street beneath the night sky.
A man in a trench coat, a woman in a dojo uniform, and a child wearing a mask.
"Huff, huff!"
Machamp blew into its palms. It grinned as it looked at the Slowbro before it, seemingly dull-witted yet hiding murderous intent.
Jack-the-Ripper Slowbro?
This was a Pokémon unique to this region. For the moment, only it differed from Slowbro in other regions by being able to execute moves swiftly.
Regional forms were still a unique field of study. When Machamp followed Bea to other regions, it had seen Slowbro without purple on their bodies.
It seemed that in most regions, Slowbro looked like that.
"Under the influence of climate and terrain—even under the influence of time—as the years pass, civilization advances, and natural environments change, Pokémon will take on different appearances."
"Are Pokémon from one thousand years ago the same as Pokémon now? Some evolutions vanished, while others remained."
"Still, even if it resists Fighting four times over, that does not matter."
Bea gave Machamp a thumbs-up, and Machamp laughed in the same way.
An appetizer.
Slowbro raised the shell in its hand. The shell that should originally have been attached to its tail was now on Slowbro's left hand, forming a structure similar to a pistol or hand cannon.
That was why this region's Slowbro had its exclusive move—
"Shell Side Arm!"
It attacked with whichever would inflict greater damage, physical or special. Sometimes, it would poison the target.
"Psychic Terrain can suppress priority moves, but Slowbro's Ability is Quick Draw!"
"At the same priority level, it has a chance to move before the opponent! That does not count as a priority move!"
Bea said, "Is that so? That is indeed impressive. But compared to the Psychic Terrain I have seen before… this is considerably weaker."
"Do you know why, in Galar's collections of detective stories, there is a rule that martial artists cannot appear?"
"Please answer my question honestly. As for the battle, please fall to the ground."
"Use Fissure!"
Machamp raised its palm, lifting the fingers of its right hand as fierce power gathered through its whole body.
Then it stabbed down at the ground with a thunderous strike.
Wyndon's street split open. The "poison bullet" that shot out was blown away directly by the shockwave. Jack-the-Ripper Slowbro had not lost to a local "Sholmes," but to the fist of a martial artist.
Machamp's roar followed.
Enough flashiness. Eat one finger!
You have martial arts and you use a gun? What kind of world do you think this is?
Avery said, "Wuuuaaah! What is this?!"
"A one-hit KO move?!"
He had actually held back such a move during the tournament?
Was this some kind of joke?
Slowbro said, "…Slow?"
No Guard Fissure would inevitably hit, even if the opponent was airborne.
The power of a one-hit KO move unleashed tremendous destruction. The moment Fissure shattered Slowbro, Avery's figure was swallowed by the rushing air and vanished with a whoosh.
"He's gone?"
Bea stared blankly at the devastated battlefield before her and the now-empty space.
At that moment, a weak voice came from the side. A mask appeared from within the shrubs. Bea immediately took up an attacking stance, but Allister waved his hands repeatedly.
"…That was… Teleport."
"I… I heard it."
Allister naturally knew Bea. Although he was not a Gym Leader yet, he had been recommended by the Ghost Gym. Moreover, both Gyms were in Stow-on-Side, so it would have been impossible for them not to know each other.
"You are… the Champion challenger who advanced, Allister. Why are you here?"
"Your voice is too quiet, and I can barely sense your presence. You really are like a ghost."
Allister's voice was very faint. He was deeply afraid of crowded places, though he became a little braver at night.
Even so, the sudden battle he had just witnessed left him shaken.
"…That person, Av-Avery, came chasing after me."
"But I saw a Wishing Star… fall beside him. A ghost was talking to him."
"It's dangerous."
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