Infestation Is a Fine Quality for a Trainer

"Since that's the case, I won't play dirty with you."

Heiduo muttered under his breath. He greatly respected opponents with strong mental resilience. After all, to become a good Trainer, the first thing you needed was the right mindset. If you got depressed after losing one match, what kind of Trainer were you supposed to be?

You might as well go home and farm!

You were simply less skilled. Even if you got crushed, what was there to say?

He raised his hand and recalled Swampert.

Across from him, Goromaru sent out his confused Bronzong.

Heiduo, meanwhile, released Electivire.

Old rivals once again.

But the circumstances were a little different from before.

As soon as it entered the field, Bronzong was struck by Stealth Rock. White stones rattled against its body like rain pelting banana leaves.

The effect was not very good, only shaving off a fixed one-sixteenth of Bronzong's health.

After taking the Stealth Rock damage, Goromaru began issuing commands.

"Wake up! I know you can do it, Bronzong!" Goromaru shouted softly. At his current volume, his voice could not possibly reach Bronzong's ears, yet he was one hundred percent certain that Bronzong had heard him!

That was Goromaru's confidence, built from growing up alongside Bronzong!

Goromaru suddenly roared, "Believe in yourself! You're a Psychic Pokémon with a powerful mind! Break free! Break free from the Confusion! We're going to launch our counterattack!"

The instant he finished speaking, Bronzong suddenly struck its own body with its bar-like arm for some reason, producing a long, resonant clang, just like the bronze bell it was based on—a symbol of a bountiful harvest!

Goromaru smiled at the sight, his eyes shining. "Just as I thought! I knew you could do it!"

Clang!

Bronzong struck itself again with its bar-like arm without turning