Masters Tournament Finals, Begin!

With the "Pokémon World Coronation Series" finals imminent, Jing He had unexpectedly enjoyed a period of "peace and quiet."

Even Volkner, who usually came over to chatter nonstop, had stopped bothering him, seemingly to give him a quieter environment to prepare.

But with the Pokémon of the "Old Jing Family"...

How could it possibly be that easy to obtain a quiet environment?

For example.

Gengar had draped a white sheet over itself and was playing ghost-catching with little Jirachi, Victini, Tyranitar, and the others in the yard.

Honestly.

Gengar was already a ghost. Did it really need a white sheet?

"Genga! Ψ(｀▽)Ψ"

This Old One is coming! This Old One's coming for you!

[Run! Jing He, run! The ghost is here!!]

In an instant, the little ones scattered like startled birds.

Jing He shook his head.

Anyone who did not know better would have thought they were on vacation rather than preparing for the Masters Tournament finals.

Beside him, Cynthia sat with her legs crossed. Seeing Jing He's helpless expression, she smiled and asked:

"Want us to help you simulate things in advance?"

"Hm?" Jing He paused.

Cynthia continued, "My Garchomp, Steven Stone's Aggron, and the others should... be able to recreate sixty or seventy percent of Sakaki's Sandstorm Team."

They might not be able to replicate its true essence, but they were all top-tier Trainers. Based on the footage and their analyses, they could still infer some things.

After a brief pause, she added:

"As for that Beedrill that appeared only for a moment... it should already have reached Legendary level. Aaron falls quite a ways short, but he should still be able to simulate thirty or forty percent of it."

Jing He could not help but smile wryly after hearing that.

"No need."

He waved a hand and