In a space filled with smoke-like malice swirling all around.
To be honest, Su Hao was starting to lose track of what was going on.
On one side was Little Hoopa, wearing an expression of such agony that it looked like its entire family had been wiped out.
On the other was the towering Dark-type demon god, its entire body made of roiling black smoke. It was clutching its stomach and laughing uproariously as though it had won a hard-earned victory.
Normally, faced with such a terrible situation, Su Hao would have called out Reshiram and charged in alongside it long ago.
—But that was precisely the problem.
This situation was far too bizarre!
Su Hao had not even called Reshiram out immediately, instead having it stay put for now.
The reason was simple.
—These two were playing a game!
That was right. The two Pokémon, one large and one small, who looked almost like father and son, were gathered around what appeared to be a game console constructed from consciousness, playing a game!
Judging by the screen, it was the classic King of Fighters '97!
Only, from the game screen, Little Hoopa had practically been utterly crushed by Hoopa's Evil Thoughts without losing a single bar of health.
Still as terrible at games as ever, Little Hoopa.
As Su Hao sighed inwardly, the large demon god put down its tiny controller and burst into laughter. "Hehehe! Hoopa won again! Trash like you doesn't deserve to be the original body. Hurry up and hand over the body!"
"Guh—"
Little Hoopa's little face was full of humiliation. It was utterly miserable and simply began acting shamelessly.
"That round didn't count, it didn't count! Hoopa just isn't used to the consciousness space yet. Again, again!"
"Only talking about wins and losses will