A Little Story About Clair and Her Brother

Awu felt a chill run down his spine. Dragonite's miserable state was still vivid in his mind, and he simply could not ignore Garchomp's presence. Of course, he did not believe Garchomp would dare attack him. Pokémon attacking Trainers was strictly forbidden.

Still, no one standing face-to-face with that enormous beast, its icy eyes less than twenty centimeters away, would have the nerve to make any little moves.

"Waste of time." Heiduo recalled Garchomp and shot him a sidelong glance. "Instead of doing pointless things, why not spend more time training your Dragonite?"

A fine piece of uncut jade, and he did not know how to cherish it.

The world had never been fair. Countless talented people were looked down upon because their Pokémon lacked natural gifts, while countless untalented people coasted along in comfort on the family fortunes their ancestors had left behind.

Well, what could anyone say? Their ancestors had been capable. You could not blame anyone else.

Ignoring Awu's livid expression, Heiduo turned and left. He was hurrying back for lunch.

The Dragon King Tournament was gradually nearing its end.

Heiduo was now among the top twelve. After defeating two more opponents, he would enter the top three. The final three would compete in a deciding match—a three-way free-for-all.

The last one standing would earn the right to challenge the previous Dragon King.

It sounded unfair at first, as two people could easily gang up on one. But the Dragon People had their own considerations. They had absolute confidence in Clair—or Lance. Even if two fought one, the winner would still stand no chance against Lance.

After eating, Heiduo returned to the outside of the arena.

Perhaps because he had won his previous two matches so spectacularly, many people around him were secretly watching. Some wanted