Cynthia's Show of Force?

After strolling through the night market, everyone had finally run out of energy and headed toward the Pokemon Center, yawning one after another.

Of course, as an Elite Four member, Lance naturally had his own room at headquarters, so he left the group halfway there.

There was still a quiet stretch of road between the night market and the Pokemon Center. Sato finally found an opportunity to walk over to Cynthia's side.

"When did you arrive? You came without even calling me?"

Watching Phoebe and the others playing around ahead of them, Cynthia's lips curled slightly.

"Weren't you competing? Besides, I only happened to come to headquarters this time to hand over a mission. I only came out tonight because I was free."

"Oh, then my match..."

"The news of you winning the championship is already everywhere. Congratulations!"

"...Mm, thank you."

Sato nodded slowly, but in the end, he was still too embarrassed to ask Cynthia whether she had watched his match in person.

"We're at the Pokemon Center. I should go," Cynthia suddenly said softly, stopping in her tracks.

Sato was startled. "You're leaving so soon?"

"I'm an investigator now. I'm very busy! Garchomp!" As soon as Cynthia finished speaking, she directly threw out a Poké Ball.

Red light flashed, and a Garchomp standing a full two and a half meters tall appeared beside Cynthia. Its Elite Four level aura erupted without the slightest restraint.

"Ralts!"

The drowsy Ralts was jolted awake. Its little face turned extremely serious as it looked at the massive creature on the opposite side. If it had not recognized the other party, it would have already struck with a Psychic.

"Next time we meet, let's have a proper battle! Sato... God?"

Cynthia climbed onto Garchomp's back, blinking as she deliberately teased him.

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