"Hmmph… hmmph…"
"Pyroar, I'm here to negotiate… ah no… I'm here to reason with you."
A moment later, a sudden voice broke the eerie silence.
David stepped out from behind Dragapult and slowly approached Pyroar, speaking to it.
Although this Pyroar had directly attacked the moving train, in its subsequent actions, it had not directly harmed anyone.
There might be some unknown misunderstanding hidden within this, so David decided to talk to Pyroar first.
At this moment, David activated his Aura, fully expressing his non-malicious thoughts through the Aura, while attempting to communicate with Pyroar via telepathy.
Perhaps the versatile Aura really worked its magic again, and David soothed Pyroar with his personal charm.
Or perhaps it was due to the "kind" gaze Dragapult, with a smile on its face, cast from behind David—the kind that said, "If you dare to move, you're done for."
"Roar!"
In any case, Pyroar dropped its almost-explosive expression, turned its head, and let out a soft roar. All the female Pyroar also ceased their attacking stances.
Then, it turned back and accepted David's telepathic communication.
"Roar roar~ roar"
"Mmm… mmm."
"Roar roar!"
"Mmm, good, I understand."
In short, in such an unusual atmosphere, everyone present looked at David and Pyroar, utterly bewildered.
One human and one Pokémon, exchanging words—saying who knows what.
"Alright, I understand, Pyroar. Please wait a moment."
After several minutes, David finished his conversation with Pyroar and returned to the crowd outside the train.
"Young man, how did it go?"
"Yeah, how were the negotiations? Will Pyroar let us go or not?!"
Seeing David return, the surrounding people all came forward, asking questions in a clamor.
Many of them were actually seeing a true special ability user for the first time—not those "psychics" who could only bend spoons with all their might.
Don't be fooled by David's experience. Since his debut, he has encountered so many different types of special ability users.
But if you just think about it, you'd know that almost all the people David encountered were top figures among the younger generation in the Alliance.
Isn't it normal for many special ability users to appear among these people?
To be fair, there are thousands, even tens of thousands, of new Trainers of the same age in Imperial City, yet only a handful truly possess special abilities.
However, everyone very tactfully ignored the Dragapult that David had summoned.
And no fool would be so blind as to utter something stupid like, "Why didn't David release Dragapult as soon as he came out?"
Needless to say—young in age, capable of passing the Blazing Gym's intermediate challenge, with three Pokémon each rarer than the last, plus the Dragapult that suddenly appeared at this moment.
Most of the people outside the carriage at this moment were Trainers. As long as they weren't fools, they knew from Pyroar's behavior that this Dragapult was clearly an Elite-level Pokémon.
If it wasn't an Elite-level Pokémon, how could it scare a Professional Pyroar into such a state?
One must know that Pyroar is a quite proud Pokémon—otherwise it wouldn't be classified as a Royal Pokémon.
If it weren't for absolute power suppression, even if a Dragon-type pseudo-legendary of the same level were present, it might not be afraid to fight. It wouldn't be like now, where it almost lost its will to fight just by seeing Dragapult appear.
With these few characteristics combined, is there any need to ask more? The truth of the matter is already very clear.
The young man in front of them was probably the young master from a prominent Trainer family, out for experience.
That Dragapult was clearly a Pokémon belonging to his elder, likely accompanying him to ensure his safety and so on.
However, besides envy, the crowd didn't really feel emotions like jealousy.
Rather, they all felt extremely fortunate at this moment—fortunate that David also happened to be on this train.
Otherwise, judging by Pyroar's behavior just now, they might all have met their end here today.
"Pyroar said that their children were taken away by humans. They tracked their children's scent all the way here and only saw this train, which is why they attacked to intercept it."
"It's not just Pyroar—most of the Pokémon here are here for the same reason."
"To get them to move out of the way is simple. These Pokémon only have one demand: to have their children returned to them."
David said, fixing his gaze on the conductor.
Just now, he had communicated telepathically with Pyroar. Under the perception of Aura, David could sense a complex mix of anger, anxiety, and worry from Pyroar.
Under Aura, this, of course, could not be faked.
What Pyroar said should be true. Moreover, simple creatures like Pokémon rarely lie.
And the most likely person to be involved in this matter—or rather, the person who should know the specific situation better regardless of involvement—was naturally the conductor in front of him.
David was clearly not the only one who thought of this. The two leading Professional-level Trainers obviously thought the same, and at this moment, everyone cast suspicious glances at the conductor.
"It really wasn't me! I don't know what's going on!"
The conductor at this time was practically speechless. He knew that with such a situation, he would definitely be the prime suspect.
But heaven knows! He really hadn't done such a thing.
Not to mention that he himself would never do such a thing—moreover, as a non-Professional Trainer, he only had a Pelipper that had lived with him for decades.
And Pelipper's strength was only at the Superior level at best. How could it have taken their children from the territory of these Pyroar?
"Luca~"
At this moment, Lucario, who was beside him, twitched his nose, as if he had discovered something, and quickly called out to David.
David quickly stepped forward and looked in the direction Lucario was pointing, and indeed found something unusual there.