Norman Departs

"Sato, what exactly are you trying to do?!"

Seeing that Norman's tears were about to fall, Sato's tone did not soften in the slightest.

"I told you, try again."

Norman suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at Sato. But after all, he did not command Linoone and the others to attack Zoroark.

"I admit I can't beat you right now, but I'll definitely catch up to you, and then surpass you!"

"When?" Sato pressed on.

Norman pursed his lips and did not say a word. His chest rose and fell erratically, and he clearly had not calmed down yet.

Sato knew to stop while it was good, so he did not provoke Norman any further. Softening his tone, he said, "The first time I met you was during the Elite Tournament. Back then, I stopped in the top eight, while you lost to Phoebe and stopped in the semifinals."

"Back then, I wasn't your opponent!"

"But now, I've surpassed you!"

Norman clenched his fists, hesitated to speak, and finally lowered his head.

"Did you know? I once defeated Wallace," Sato continued.

Norman abruptly looked up, his eyes filled with shock. "You defeated Wallace?"

"Yeah. At the time, he had not yet found his own path. He had strength but couldn't bring all of it into play, so I picked up a bargain and beat him."

"That still counts as defeating him..." Norman couldn't help but sigh. He even subconsciously ignored the words Sato had used to annoy him earlier.

Sato directly ignored Norman's sigh and turned the topic back to him.

"Right now, you're somewhat like Wallace was back then." Sato paused before asking seriously, "Norman, have you found your own path?"

"My... own path?" Norman froze, completely stunned by the question.

"That's right, your own path!