Took the Wrong Path

Damalanchi's question made Sato's heart tighten, but he quickly calmed down.

Thinking back to Bassho's report just now, which had contained no "concealment" whatsoever, it was not surprising that Damalanchi had such a guess.

Sato looked at Damalanchi's smiling face and finally nodded slowly. "I used a few tricks. I didn't defeat him head-on."

"Gasp!"

Bassho, standing nearby, sucked in a sharp breath. He had thought he had already rated Sato highly enough, but he had never expected him to be far more monstrous than he had imagined.

As for those so-called tricks, Bassho instinctively assumed Sato was merely being modest. Otherwise, would those "little tricks" have worked if someone else had used them? Wait!

Wasn't Shaka one of our Johto Alliance's Elite Four? It was as though thunder had exploded beside his ears. Bassho's head buzzed, and he felt like he was about to crash—the kind that could not be rebooted.

At that moment, Sato began selectively recounting the battle between himself and Shaka.

"And that was how Shaka, unable to let go of the pride of an Elite Four Trainer, was ultimately ambushed by my Gengar..."

After Sato finished speaking, Bassho stood to the side, careful not to say a single unnecessary word. President Damalanchi also remained silent for quite a while.

"Shaka... he took the wrong path!"

And so the report came to an end. Until the very end, Damalanchi did not ask whether Shaka was still alive, or even whether he had escaped. Naturally, Sato did not volunteer anything either.

Bassho no longer felt only respect for Sato. There was now much more fear as well, and it all came from Sato's hard strength.

Soon, Sato met up with George. After briefly greeting Bassho, they directly left Olivine City.

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