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Liam's Rotomdex also pinged the update. The Rotom inside it pulled up a particular entry it felt Liam might be interested in.

"Goodra, Hisiuan Form. The Shell Bunker Pokémon. A Dragon and Steel-Type. Able to freely control the hardness of its metallic shell. It loathes solitude and is extremely clingy—it will fume and run riot if those dearest to it ever leave its side."

"Interesting," Liam said thinking aloud. "They both care deeply about friendships, but the Hisuian one seems a bit more toxic, kind of ironic since it's part steel-type."
"If I find anything interesting, I'll be sure to call," Mr. Coleman said. He than gave Selina is contact information so that her grandfather could, if he decided too send him that research.
"That would be very much appreciated miss," Mr. Coleman said with a smile.
"'Galaxy Expedition Team'?" Mr. Coleman repeated back. "I'll have to look into that, see where that leads. Thanks, Shiranui."
"You have a phone call from Dad! You have a phone call from Dad!" Liam's Rotomphone chirped. Liam pressed the "accept" button and his dad appeared on the screen of the phone that was now floating in front of Liam.
"Hi, Dad, what's up?" Liam asked.
"Hi, son. Hi, kids" Mr. Coleman greeted too Liam's friends seeing some of them on the screen. "Son, I found something you and your friends might find interesting," Mr. Coleman said.
"What's the dad?" Liam inquired.
"I was doing some research in Canalave Town, and I found some interesting stuff. Such as evidence of some Pokémon that haven't been seen for a few hundred years. Back then Sinnoh has known as 'Hisui'."
One of the images that showed up on Liam's screen was clearly a Growliethe, but its fur was shaped slightly different and it had a horn on its head. The voice of Mr. Coleman continued.

"One such thing I found was an old regional variant to Growliethe. I've yet to find any evidence of an Arcanine however." Mr. Coleman appeared back on the screen. "I also found a couple of surprising photos from back then."
An image appeared on the screen.

The image looked to be an old photo, being resed up by the modern tech of the day, and thus were slightly distorted. The photo seemed to have a young man that had a striking resemblance to Liam. The "Liam" in the photo was wearing a kimono. Mr. Coleman stated that both photos had writing on the back, but only the one with Liam's lookalike could still be read, but it was barely legible. It said: "Yamato" followed by more illegible text, though a capital "G" could also be spotted.

Mr. Coleman returned to the screen. "I guess your great-great-grandfather was around there back then."

"That is interesting," Liam said thinking aloud.
"What do you guys think of this?" He asked his friends.
Liam thanked Jen, appreciating the sentiment.
"I'm starting to feel a bit self-conscious now," Liam said as he stopped to look at his reflection in a puddle. "Am I truly a good person? I mean yeah, I've stopped: a crime boss, two groups of eco-terrorists, a street gang, a misguided organization, a maniac trying to end the world, and a handful of pochers. But am I truly a good person, or just someone stopping worse people from completing their deeds?"
As the group walked, Liam heard something and held out his hand to indicate he wanted everyone to stop. Soon after, Klara went running by with a rag as she waxed a strip of the floor of the dojo. Out in the yard, her Galarian Slowbro watched as she ran by. Once she passed, Liam motioned they could continue.
"Once the others get here, we need to figure out where we are going next," Liam said. He was eager to go get the next Galar Badge.
"Ok, see you guys soon," Liam said before hanging up. He passed the information on to Shiranui.
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