Small Account Is Also Useless

"George, I'll leave this side to you!"

Sato turned and spoke to George not far away. At the moment, George was directing Gallade and the others to treat the injured Trainers and Pokémon.

Before the two of them arrived, the two sides had already been fighting for quite some time. Most of everyone's Pokémon had lost their combat capability, so the burden of treatment was immense.

George quickly nodded at Sato, then immediately bent down again to administer emergency aid to the Rhyhorn beside him.

Seeing this, Sato did not linger. George rarely made a move, but he was no weaker than Mark—perhaps even stronger. He did not need Sato's special attention.

"Sharpedo, let's go!"

"Shark!"

Ten minutes later, Sato arrived at Olivine Gym.

From the sky, nearly half of Olivine Gym had collapsed. Flames and thick smoke were everywhere, and it was impossible to tell that this had once been one of the Pokémon League's Eight Great Gyms.

"Ralts, see if there's anyone nearby."

"Ralts~"

Ralts, perched on Sato's shoulder, gave a soft cry. Its blood-red eyes beneath its bangs flashed faintly as a powerful psychic force instantly spread out.

"Ralts~"

"Over there? Sharpedo!"

Sato patted the Sharpedo beneath him, having it fly in the direction Ralts pointed.

Soon, Sato rode Sharpedo to a collapsed house. Ralts then voluntarily used Confusion to move away all the wooden boards, rubble, and other debris.

"An escape passage?"

Looking at the dark cave entrance exposed beneath the house, Sato muttered softly.

The entrance was too narrow for Sharpedo to fly through, so Sato simply recalled it and sent out Umbreon instead, jumping down together with it.

"Umbreon, flash!"

"Kachi!"

A bright yellow light illuminated the underground passage. Without hesitation, Sato led Umbreon and Ralts deeper inside.

"There are many messy footprints. It