The muscular Incineroar spread both arms wide, blocking several overeager tourists from rushing forward.
Even so—
More and more people continued surging toward them like an unstoppable zombie horde.
Meanwhile—
Noah released Agumon with his left hand.
The very next second—
His right hand produced the Digivice.
“That’s…?!”
Standing near the outer edge of the crowd—
A brown-haired teenage boy with spiky hair who had just gotten off the plane immediately changed expression after seeing Noah’s movement.
“Agumon…”
“Digivolve to Ultimate.”
Noah calmly spoke the words.
Instantly—
Brilliant holy light erupted from both Agumon and the Digivice.
In less than three seconds—
A gigantic mechanical dragon appeared, roaring so loudly that it nearly smashed through the airport terminal’s ceiling.
“ROOOOOOOAAARRRR!!!”
MetalGreymon’s thunderous roar frightened countless tourists.
Many stumbled backward and collapsed onto the floor.
Some were so terrified they nearly wet themselves.
After successfully stunning the entire crowd—
MetalGreymon carefully lifted Noah onto its massive mechanical left arm.
Then it raised him high into the air.
“Everyone, please calm down.”
“It wouldn’t be good if someone got trampled.”
Noah addressed the crowd like a politician giving a speech.
The thousands of tourists filling the terminal collectively rolled their eyes.
‘Seriously?’
‘You’re the one causing all this chaos!’
‘Forget getting trampled—we almost died of fright!’
Ignoring everyone’s strange expressions, Noah continued.
“Digimon are a newly discovered species unique to the Alola region.”
“Their population is currently extremely limited.”
“Therefore…”
“Our official policy is to entrust Digimon only to Trainers who are truly compatible with them.”
He pointed toward Serena.
“Just like little Serena here.”
Palmon was still tightly hugging Serena’s leg.
“So how can we get one?!”
A tourist recording Noah with his phone shouted the question everyone wanted answered.
“First.”
“You must be an official resident of the Alola region.”
That very first requirement eliminated ninety-nine percent of the people present.
Almost everyone here was a tourist from another region.
“Second.”
“You must pass the evaluation conducted by Professor Kukui and myself.”
“Third.”
“The Digimon itself must choose to follow you.”
“If you satisfy all three conditions…”
“You’ll be allowed to take your Digimon home.”
After hearing all three requirements—
The tourists immediately cursed Noah for being shameless.
Most of them had already failed at the very first condition.
Seeing their reactions, Noah smiled before dangling a tempting carrot in front of them.
“Of course…”
“Friends visiting from other regions don’t have to lose hope.”
“Although Digimon are extremely rare…”
“If you spend enough time exploring Alola’s wilderness…”
“You just might discover a wild one.”
“But let me warn everyone in advance.”
“Right now, Digimon are even rarer than pseudo-Legendary Pokémon.”
“So finding a wild one won’t be easy.”
The moment Noah said those words—
Everyone’s enthusiasm reignited.
Being rare wasn’t the problem.
As long as there was a chance to catch one—
That was enough.
Looking at the awe-inspiring MetalGreymon standing behind Noah—
Countless male tourists were practically drooling.
Dragons.
Machines.
It perfectly matched every guy’s dream.
Unfortunately—
They were destined to return home empty-handed.
Everything Noah had just said was nothing more than a carefully crafted sales pitch.
Every single Digimon resource remained entirely under his control.
Perhaps one day—
After Alola became the strongest League—
He might release Digimon to the public.
But for now—
Absolutely not.
A free Digimon?
Dream on.
Nothing in life came without a price.
If people wanted Digimon—
They should first do what Serena did.
Transfer to the Alola League.
…
One hour later.
On the outskirts of Hau’oli City, the largest city on Melemele Island—
Professor Kukui brought Noah and the others to a detached house.
“What do you think?”
“The scenery here is wonderful, isn’t it?”
Professor Kukui smiled.
“Noah told me Mrs.
Grace used to be a Rhyhorn racer.”
“So I specifically found a house with a large yard.”
“It’ll make raising your Rhydon much easier.”
Hearing those thoughtful words—
Grace looked at Noah with even more affection.
When it came to winning over mature women—
Small acts of consideration often mattered far more than appearances.
“Professor…”
“How much do I owe you?”
Noah quickly changed the subject.
He seriously wanted to remind Grace to tone down that affectionate gaze.
He definitely didn’t want Serena discovering he’d effectively become her stepfather.
“No need.”
Professor Kukui laughed.
“The boost you’ve already brought to Alola’s tourism industry is worth far more than the price of a single house.”
Noah couldn’t help sighing.
This world certainly had its darker sides.
But compared to the one he came from—
It almost felt like a utopia.
At the very least—
People didn’t have to spend their entire lives worrying about buying a house.
“Mrs.
Grace.”
Professor Kukui handed her a set of keys.
“Oh?”
“You can just give them to Noah…”
Grace answered instinctively, her eyes still filled with unmistakable affection.
After all—
Wasn’t it perfectly normal for the man of the house to keep the keys?
“…Huh?”
Professor Kukui froze.
Noah quietly covered his face.
‘Come on, sis…’
‘Please restrain yourself a little.’
Only then did Grace realize what she had accidentally revealed.
Her face instantly turned bright red as she hurriedly accepted the keys herself.
Fortunately—
Serena was currently outside in the yard playing with Palmon, so she hadn’t noticed anything.
Seeing Serena wasn’t looking—
Professor Kukui discreetly handed another set of keys to Noah.
Now he finally understood why Noah had specifically requested two connected houses.
‘Damn…’
‘Young people really know how to have fun.’