Xia Yan and Lance walked out of the lounge together.
"Why do I get the feeling that that Flying-type trainer and Teacher both seem a little up to no good?"
Ash watched their departing backs, smacked his lips, and spoke with innocent simplicity.
His words
made everyone turn to look at him.
Seemingly noticing those gazes, Ash stammered:
"W-What? Did I say something wrong?"
"No." Steven smiled and gave him a reassuring look.
"Kids just like telling the truth."
Lorelei wrinkled her nose, smiled, and pushed up her glasses as she winked at Ash.
"I wonder if he's built well."
As long as Ash called Lance a "Flying-type trainer,"
Lorelei was very pleased with him.
But considering Xia Yan and Lance's temperaments, talking badly about them behind their backs—especially as Xia Yan's student—
she couldn't help but offer a reminder.
"Our Ash is absolutely in excellent health. When he was little, he could run around in nothing but diapers in the wind and never catch a cold."
Delia completely failed to understand the situation and spoke with a trace of pride and delight.
"Mom!"
Ash flushed with embarrassment.
Why did she have to tell everyone everything?
Gary facepalmed beside him.
He knew better than anyone what Ash had been like as a child.
Cynthia covered her mouth and chuckled.
No wonder Xia Yan had taken this child named Ash as his student. He really was interesting.
Meanwhile, Xia Yan and Lance, who had already left, clearly had no idea what had happened.
But Ash had hit the nail on the head. The two of them really were both "up to no good" toward each other.
Lance's anticipation for battling Xia Yan was no less than Steven's—if anything, it was even greater.
"Xia Yan."
Lance suddenly spoke.
"Hm?"
"After this Masters