You wouldn't want Groudon to see this recording, would you?

At night, on Melemele Island, in the faculty dormitories of the Pokémon School.

After delivering Naganadel and the Poipole to Melemele Island and temporarily entrusting them to Lila, Jing He returned home.

"I feel like if I close my eyes now, I'll fall asleep instantly."

Lying on his bed, Jing He felt his eyelids fighting each other.

He had truly been busy all day, from morning until night—no, from morning until the middle of the night.

The main reason was that he had spent too long riding Dragonite.

It was nearly three in the morning now.

Yet after struggling for a while, Jing He still sat up.

"Ninetales," he called softly.

"Awroo?"

Ice Ninetales, who was also lying on the bed, slightly raised her head, her azure eyes filled with a hint of confusion.

Jing He felt around in his pocket and took out the Fairy Plate, which he had just warmed up.

The pink slate gave off a peculiar aura of life and contained unimaginable power.

"You hold onto it for now. Figure it out, and once you've got the hang of it, see if you can share it with Tinkaton," Jing He said.

"Awroo~"

Looking at the pure, dense Fairy Type energy, Ice Ninetales hesitated briefly before curling her tail around the slate and putting it away.

Without battling, the changes brought by the slate would not come quickly. After all, Ice Ninetales herself was already very strong.

But the benefits it would bring Ice Ninetales would certainly be immense.

Maybe before taking on Victory Road, we can hold an internal ranking battle, Jing He thought.

Seeing Gengar secretly watching Ice Ninetales from the ceiling, Jing He smiled.

Look at that purple little chubby guy—he had sensed the "threat" too. With the Fairy Plate's boost, Ice Ninetales's strength