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And Drake of Citrus Island was with the Elite Four and some former Gym Leaders. As the former Chief Trainer of the Orange Islands, Drake was fully qualified to stand on equal footing with them.

"That kid is incredible. He's a tactical genius. You couldn't tell when he used Fire-types earlier, but it was all setting up that final clash..."

"Before the match even began, that kid was already planning around his opponent. Maybe he's studied all our tactics inside out..."

"Is he really that scary? Once that kid grows up, who'll be able to stop him?"

"Exactly. Though I wonder where Madman has gone these past few days. He's been nowhere to be seen..."

"I heard Madman's son was attacked. He's probably staying by his son's side..."

"Tch, have you heard that rumor lately? That kid carries so many inheritances. Be careful someone doesn't swoop in and steal the rewards..."

"Keep it down. Can't you see Drake is still here? You can't badmouth Madman. That guy really would fight to the death..."

"Pah, who does he think he is? Does he really think being Chief Trainer makes him the strongest..."

Knock, knock. Cough, cough. Seeing everyone talking at once and the Elite Four lounge growing noisy, Chairman Damalanchi had no choice but to interrupt them. He looked toward the three groups within the lounge.

One group consisted of Elite Four Trainers from the Orange Islands who had come to watch locally. They were basically all prominent figures of the Orange Islands—at the very least, club owners, heads of Great Families, and other Elite Four Trainers. Their own children were also competing on the field.

Another group was led by the Four Gyms of the Orange Islands. It included former Gym Leaders or representatives of the Elite Four, trainers like