"That's right, Bulbasaur couldn't possibly know Water-type moves!"
The two exchanged a look like kindred spirits who had finally found each other, regained their confidence, and prepared to collect their ranking rewards for the current event together.
Seeing someone else still standing there, wearing the same incredulous expression they had just had, the two went over to console her. "Don't worry about it. Who could have expected Bulbasaur to know Surf? Just do your best in the next event!"
"Exactly! As long as you've got a Water-type Pokémon, you'll definitely beat Bulbasaur in the next event!"
Their words finally brought the girl back to her senses. She hurriedly waved her hands. "Ah... no, that's not it. My entry was a Shellder..."
"Shellder?"
The two exchanged a glance. For a moment, neither could even recall seeing Shellder, let alone know where it had placed. Its ranking must have been terrible. After all, Shellder wasn't a fast swimmer and spent most of its time on the beach.
They were about to offer a few more words of comfort when the girl continued:
"That's right. Somehow, my Shellder took first place. Even I can hardly believe it!" The girl scratched her head sheepishly.
She was a trainer in the Breeding Department, majoring in Pokémon Food, and wasn't good at battling. Usually, the only thing her Shellder did was use a move to add water to her pot when her cooking was about to burn.
All one could say was that even the most ordinary family sedan could feel like a top-tier race car in the hands of an elite driver. It just took some time to adjust.
After honing its skills in the oceans of several major regions, Bulbasaur had nearly become the seafaring equivalent of Mount Akina's legendary racer when it came