Josh's smile reached across his face at Milo's metaphor. "You're right. If there's anyone in Hoenn that has the skillset, drive, and moral compass for Raikou, it's me. And until then, I can always go to Round One's simulation room and go full-sim. There's this full-sim MMO I play on and off, and I own a Raikou in that game. It's obviously not the same as the real thing, but it's the same feel. Raikou is the fastest mount in the entire game. Even faster than aerial ones."

Craggro's loud panting interrupted Josh's thoughts, the Gym Leader withdrawing the Hisuian Arcanine and giving him a much-needed rest. He was worried for Milo, noticing the reformed racer constantly cleaning his lip with his tongue. That was no ordinary lip bite. As much as he wanted to, he chose not to intervene; if Milo was once a criminal, he could more than take care of himself. "Milo, one of the most rewarding things I've ever done is taking those on the wrong side of the law and flipping them to the correct side. And look where we're at now. We're both on the verge of becoming Master Class Pokémon racers. That kind of money certainly beats anything small-time crime would make you." Josh would step off his Pokémon's back to embrace his racing rival if he allowed it. "You take care, okay?"