"Back to square one again..."
In the stands, Mark said with a face full of regret.
Why was it that whenever the boss gained even a slight advantage, he was immediately beaten back? Watching this match was practically giving him a heart attack.
"The opponent is Lance. Before Sato rose to prominence, he had crushed the entire younger generation of the Kanto Region until they could barely breathe."
A voice spoke from beside Mark. It was Itsuki, who had arrived at the venue unbeknownst when.
Mark and Itsuki were not particularly familiar with each other, so he could only smack his lips and mutter to himself.
"Wasn't fighting the other Elite Four pretty easy?"
"It's different. The two on the field have already far surpassed their peers. They've even gradually pulled ahead of Elite Four members at the same level."
George took over the conversation and went straight to the heart of the matter.
Even Itsuki could not help glancing at George before nodding in agreement.
"They... are running too fast," Itsuki murmured softly, a flicker of unwillingness passing through his eyes.
When the gap between someone and yourself was large enough, you would not feel resentment or jealousy. You would only look up at them in admiration and envy.
But who could understand that feeling? Watched helplessly as someone slowly surpassed you, widening the distance until they were farther and farther away.
Before he could even adjust his mindset, another monster came huffing and puffing past him, without even blinking.
My mentality is fucking shattered! At that moment, Sato finally sent out his fifth Pokémon.
Elegant, beautiful, and possessed of an extraordinary temperament, it was the Pokémon every male Trainer dreamed of having.
Gardevoir! Its blood-red pupils carried a bewitching charm amid their eerie glow. A black evening gown