Chen Mo arrived at a spacious room. This was where he rested at the League.
It was rather secluded here, and few people passed by.
It suited him well. He did not like places that were too lively.
After closing the door, Chen Mo released all his Pokémon.
As streaks of red light shot out from the balls, six Pokémon of different forms appeared in the room.
There were Meowscarada, Natu, Slowking, Heracross, Jynx, and Tyranitar.
Of course, he had other Pokémon as well, but because trainers could only carry six Pokémon when traveling, he had not brought them all with him.
Although, as a League Champion, he did not need to follow that rule, he was used to carrying only six.
These six Pokémon were his main team. The others were training back home.
The elegant Meowscarada swayed its petals, releasing waves of fragrant scent so its beloved trainer could enjoy the sweet aroma.
The mysterious Natu flapped its wings, seeming to want to soar around the room, but the ceiling restricted it. So it began to space out.
The adorable yet wise Slowking turned around, as though resonating with the energy in the air. Then it scratched its head, seeming to be pondering something.
The powerful Heracross lightly scraped its massive horn against the floor, seemingly trying to show off its strength. However, the League room's floor was not so easily damaged.
The imposing Tyranitar did not look very friendly. It stood coolly to one side, with more than a hint of posing.
The mature Jynx swayed its body, perhaps wanting to perform a dance and let everyone present admire its graceful figure.
Looking at these Pokémon with their different personalities, Chen Mo's expression relaxed slightly.
Why did Trainers become Trainers? Wasn't it for moments as wonderful as