I wanted to lose, but you wanted to shut me out completely.
Wasn't that a bit inhumane?
When that thought surfaced in Nanu's mind, even he could not help but find it absurd.
Since when had he become someone who fussed over such things?
If he cared about what others thought, he would not have left the International Police.
Nor would he have become a cop at some rundown precinct in a backwater like Alola.
And he certainly would not later give up his Elite Four position to Acerola.
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and Nanu shook his head.
He looked at Xia Yan across from him, as well as the rather excited Togekiss.
Then he would help the youngsters watching from behind get a better measure of Xia Yan's Togekiss.
With that thought, Nanu threw out his fourth Poké Ball.
"Meow—!!"
Light gray fur, broad, pudgy cheeks, narrowed eyes, and an air of laziness.
It looked remarkably like the blue cats Xia Yan knew from his previous life.
The same plump face and body, dark fur, bloated build, and lazy disposition.
An Alolan Form Persian.
This was probably one of Nanu's signature Pokémon, wasn't it?
"Here it comes!! One of Island King Nanu's signature Pokémon, an Alolan Form Persian—!!"
The host, who had clearly done plenty of homework, naturally knew Nanu's Pokémon.
"Persian, Nasty Plot."
When Nanu commanded Persian, his entire demeanor seemed to undergo a subtle shift.
It had to be said that his personality truly suited an Alolan Persian extremely well.
Seeing the Alolan Persian, Xia Yan suddenly thought of something.
It seemed that...
Boss Giovanni also really liked Pokémon like Persian.
The only difference was...
Giovanni favored regular-form Persian, while Nanu preferred Alolan Form Persian.
Though his thoughts wandered, Xia Yan's actions were not slow.