Thinking that he could potentially impress the Drampa and score a rare, regal pokemon for his team, Indigo decided to accept. 

The old hermit was sly, well-versed in battling and sharp with reactions. The battle was certainly not an easy one, and it was a fight that Indigo just barely won. Adding insult to injury, it seemed that the Hermit had [i]let[/i] him win.

As Indigo recalled his final pokemon, Neon--who was barely able to float-- the old hermit Nobu tossed a potion his way.

"You didn't do too bad," he remarked with a friendly smile. "But you've got a ways to go."

[color=8882be]"Thanks but... Why'd you let me win?"[/color] Indy asked, spraying Neon all over with the medicine. 

"Wellll, you get to be my age, you just like to battle for the fun of it sometimes, not really to win," Nobu chuckled. He looked much grumpier than he actually was. 

[color=8882be]"I guess I learned a thing or two, I appreciate it,"[/color] Indy looked down at the ground. Thinking about his hasty reasons for wanting the Drampa earlier had him feeling guilty. His mind flashed back to Hero. How could he catch other pokemon if he hadn't gotten Hero back yet? At least Neon had wanted to join the team, but specifically seeking out other pokemon without such a vital member of his team felt awful.

Nobu was quiet for a moment, sensing Indigo's distress. "Well now, I bet your pokemon are tired. Say, why don't you all have your pokemon rest before you explore the temple grounds?"

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