Dragonite, You Can't Really Mega Evolve, Can You?!

After Leon defeated Volkner, the Masters Tournament's round of sixteen to eight came to an end.

The trainers advancing to the "Eight Masters" were Jing He, Wataru, Cynthia, Steven Stone, Kikuko, Sakaki, Geeta, and Leon!

With the "Eight Masters" officially decided, the enthusiasm of viewers around the world did not diminish in the slightest. Instead, it grew even fiercer.

"Whether it really is a 'Baby Cup' or not, we'll know after Teacher Jing He's second round!"

"What do I do? I'm kind of looking forward to Teacher Jing He and Miss Cynthia's love-hate battle, but I'm also looking forward to his master-disciple battle with Mr. Steven Stone."

"Let's see how the groups are drawn first. What if Teacher Jing He gets grouped with Elite Four Kikuko, Gym Leader Sakaki, and Chairwoman Geeta?"

Jing He, looking at his phone, wore the expression of an old man staring at a phone on the subway.

Pointing at the last few comments, he said to Gengar, "Gengar, if that 'prophecy' comes true, get Porygon to drag these guys out for me."

"Gengar!"

Wearing a detective hat and holding a magnifying glass and pipe, Gengar immediately nodded.

Mission guaranteed!

"Where did the pipe come from?" Jing He glared.

"Gen... Gengar." Gengar's expression immediately froze.

"Hand it over. Kids can't smoke!"

Jing He confiscated Gengar's pipe.

Gengar puffed out its cheeks and muttered a few words.

A kid?

This old one was already several thousand years old.

But since Jing He was its trainer, Gengar obediently handed over the pipe.

Not that it knew how to smoke anyway.

"Let's go, Jing He. Time for the draw." Wataru called out.

"Coming."

Jing He put away his phone, walked over to the main group, and very naturally took Cynthia's hand.

Everyone had long since gotten used to it.