"This place was unbelievable. Even the audience barely had the strength to clap." Umbreon listened to the scattered applause from the stands and sighed quietly. It was hard to say whether the annual event had caused aesthetic fatigue, but every spectator looked as though they had skipped breakfast.
—Of course, the Silver Conference audience acting as though they were on drugs had its own problems too.
Most of it came down to the atmosphere and people's tendency to follow the crowd.
When the atmosphere was lively, you naturally got excited along with it. When it was dead, you would not feel fired up either.
Heiduo turned and left without a care.
He hoped to see something new in the next match. Trainers needed imagination—imagination!
Like Snowbelle Gym Leader Wulfric's Abomasnow in the anime. It had made [Wood Hammer] look like a wooden whip, swinging it around everywhere.
It was bizarre just to watch.
He followed the competitors' corridor all the way to the resting area prepared by the organizers.
It was a room with nothing but pale walls, lockers, benches, and hard wooden seats.
It was like the changing rooms in sports arenas from his previous life.
Seriously, he had no idea who funded this competition. The resting area did not even have proper chairs or tea.
"No sofas when you want sofas, no black tea when you want black tea. Just as expected of a major competition with a five-thousand-dollar prize!" Umbreon clicked its tongue at the organizers' generosity. Recently, it had fallen in love with Kalos black tea, especially the high-quality kind. According to it, it tasted like spices and left an endless aftertaste.
At any rate, Heiduo could not taste any spices.
Without saying a word, he sat down on one of the hard benches.
Heiduo released