Arcanine: I Have to Fight Garchomp?

"So I have to dance to your beat and earn your approval to pass the trial?"

Botan stared expressionlessly at the happily clapping Politoed before her, feeling more and more like this guy was messing with her.

She even had the urge to turn around and leave.

In the end, she had never been suited for—or liked—this kind of outdoor activity that only outgoing people could enjoy.

With the weather like this outdoors...

She ought to have been in her dorm room, enjoying a perfectly cool breeze created by Glaceon's Icy Wind, drinking iced cola, opening a bag of her favorite butter mustard chips, sitting cross-legged on her bed and typing away at her keyboard, strutting sideways through the online world like a Kingler.

At least, that was the life Botan had always dreamed of.

But now... there was no helping it. Aside from Flareon, the Sylveon, Glaceon, Vaporeon, and Jolteon she had brought along all wanted ice cream.

For the sake of her beloved Eevees, Botan was willing to be roasted over a fire.

Besides, the current outdoor temperature was unexpectedly comfortable. How should she put it? It felt like coming home.

It would have been even better if this were an enclosed space.

But she could not ask for too much right now.

Botan's gaze fell upon the surface of Thunderclap Lake before her, where ice mist drifted across the water.

There, Politoed and the three Poliwhirl following its lead had poked their heads above the surface, watching Botan expectantly.

Behind her, her Eevees were also looking at her with equally expectant eyes.

Feeling an enormous amount of pressure, Botan could only sigh and shout as if marching to her death, "Dance! I'll dance, all right?!"

In response, Politoed led the Poliwhirl in clapping out a beat with