The next day, the sky was a flawless blue.
Galar Region, Spikemuth.
Fang Yuan and Ash's group arrived at the site of the World Championships finals.
"Goodbye, Teacher/Mr. Fang Yuan~~"
As soon as they arrived in Spikemuth, Fang Yuan immediately sent Ash and the others away.
"You have nothing to do with what comes next."
Watching Ash and the others leave, Fang Yuan muttered to himself.
He would be drawing lots soon and staying in the Master-level Trainers' villa. There was no way he could bring along those three burdens. It was more comfortable alone.
Teaching Ash these past few days had given Fang Yuan a massive headache, making him even more convinced that free-range was indeed the best teaching policy.
Teaching humans was simply more troublesome than training Pokémon.
Of course, it was also possible that Ash was just too dumb.
"But I feel like I've forgotten something."
Yet the moment he had sent Ash away, Fang Yuan began to worry again.
Ash was practically a Disaster Trigger.
Without Fang Yuan keeping an eye on him, wouldn't Ash draw some disaster to Galar?
They could be in the middle of a match when a Legendary Pokémon suddenly went berserk, or some Gigantamax behemoth started rampaging. That would be a real sin...
Come to think of it, it was highly possible... Fang Yuan's face darkened.
I hope I'm overthinking this.
Fang Yuan checked the time.
It was 9:13 a.m.
The drawing would take place at 10:00 a.m. at Stow-on-Side Stadium, and the results would be announced to the public immediately afterward.
Hmm... Although it was not time yet, the Masters Division contestants should all be here by now, right?
"Eevee, let's get going. Use Teleport."
"(?′?`?)*??* Eevee~ (Shouldn't we get breakfast first?)"
Eevee had returned to Fang Yuan's side. It