What's Ice Ball's Deal?

Afternoon.

Heiduo returned to his room and took a nap.

After waking up groggily and going to the bathroom, he saw Umbreon playing on the computer. He flopped onto the sofa and poured himself a cup of tea to wake up.

"What time is it?"

"One o'clock. You slept for less than an hour... Seems like you've got quite a few competitors?" Umbreon had no idea that a group of people had mixed in among the contestants to take Heiduo's life. Looking at the heated discussions on the forum, she sighed softly. "What if you crush them so hard they never recover?"

Heiduo rested on the sofa. At that, he rolled his eyes. "What else? Let them deal with it! Ash cried when he lost too, but after crying, he knew to keep traveling and take on the next tournament. If they can't even handle that much, what kind of Trainer are they?"

This guy had no awareness of just how much his tactics messed with other people's mentality.

The kind of behavior where he clearly had the ability to beat you quickly, yet insisted on using dirty tactics to disgust you—if he hadn't been strong enough and good at keeping up appearances, someone would have thrown a sack over his head ages ago!

Magnet Rise alone had probably made countless Pokémon and Trainers shut down on the spot from sheer rage.

You had hands and feet. Why not walk properly on the ground? Why were you flying around in the sky?

"Are you going to watch Goromaru's match against Qin this afternoon?" Umbreon asked. "See what new Pokémon she brings out?"

After finishing a Qualifying Round match, a Trainer could change their lineup and choose new Pokémon to send out. However, the rules remained the same: no more substitutions