"Forget it."
Xia Yan shook his head.
Although he had a good relationship with Darkrai, Darkrai was not his Pokémon, when all was said and done.
Besides.
Even if he borrowed Darkrai's strength and won this match, there would not be much meaning to it.
Just as Alder had said before.
Although raising Pokémon to become stronger was not solely for battling, battling was a way for Trainers and Pokémon to grow more in sync with each other.
If he sent Darkrai out just to win, what would his Pokémon think?
After working so hard for so long, were they still not worth as much as his trust in Darkrai?
Xia Yan's Pokémon would not necessarily think that way, but disappointment was inevitable.
That was not something a true Trainer should do.
And besides.
Even if he used Darkrai, would victory really be guaranteed?
Not necessarily.
It would be better to bring his own Pokémon.
And have a spectacular battle.
It would also let Xia Yan see more clearly just how wide the gap between him and a Champion was.
After casually joking with Darkrai, Xia Yan brushed his hand across his waist, and one Poké Ball after another opened.
Red light flickered and danced.
Xia Yan's Pokémon appeared one after another.
Beedrill, with its sharp gaze and cold gleaming stingers; Alakazam, solemn-faced with Psychic-type power flashing in its eyes.
Even Togekiss, who was usually mischievous, displayed a sufficiently serious attitude now, its wings spread flat and its expression exceptionally grave.
"Os!"
Latios shouted, cheering on its side.
Aegislash's eyes brimmed with provocation. Even facing so many Champion-level Pokémon, it showed not the slightest hint of fear or retreat.
Today, it was prepared either to be beaten to death by the other side, or to wear them to death.
Even