Of Course I Agree

"Of course I agree!" Yan Yang smiled with undisguised anticipation.

He had come here hoping to spend more time with Ash. The chance to battle the "legendary figure" in his mind was even more than he could have asked for.

The two exchanged smiles. Without needing another word, they walked side by side toward the broad, level battlefield behind the school.

Professor Kukui and the other students immediately became the most enthusiastic spectators, swiftly gathering around the edge of the field as chatter and cheers rose one after another.

As the host, Ash readily asked, "Yan Yang, what rules should we use? Your call!"

Yan Yang thought for a moment and looked at Ash.

Based on what he knew of the story, Ash's team at this point should consist of Pikachu, Torracat, Lycanroc (Dusk Form), and Rowlet.

Strictly speaking, he could not even put together a standard team of six. Solgaleo and Naganadel had already departed, while Meltan had yet to arrive.

Judging by the lineup, it seemed somewhat like a "baby team." Other than Lycanroc, none of them had fully evolved.

But Yan Yang knew very well that this was the anime world, not his original world.

The logic of battles here often carried a certain abstract, mysterious quality.

A gap in strength certainly existed, but the power unleashed by conviction, bonds, tactical inspiration, and a heart that never gave up could often tip the scales of victory and defeat in unbelievable ways.

Here, weaker Pokémon defeating stronger ones was no empty phrase. Type matchups were far from ironclad laws, and moves could be used in endlessly creative ways—one only had to look at Ash's seemingly divine commands to understand that.

"I want to see the tactics of all your partners," Yan Yang finally said. "How about... letting the