The next day. 💲🐼 🍬🎃
The semifinals.
To be honest, Heiduo was getting a little tired of this.
Because real-life Pokémon battles were different from the games. If it was a total stomp, all six Pokémon could be taken out in at most a minute.
Reality dragged on.
Or rather, the opponents dragged things out. Even when they knew defeat was inevitable, they would still try to struggle—perhaps so they would not lose too badly, perhaps in search of a chance to turn the tables.
The spirit behind the latter was worthy of praise, but that did not conflict with Heiduo being tired of fighting.
People had to be honest with themselves.
Of course, once he stepped onto the field, Heiduo would still respect his opponents and fight seriously until the end. Besides, unless the opponent was an idiot, Heiduo generally did not trade verbal barbs with them.
There were two semifinal matches in total, one in the morning and one in the afternoon.
Heiduo's was in the afternoon, so he did not come that morning and chose to stay home instead. In any case, the Pokémon and tactics used by the remaining three contestants had all been covered in the information he had later compiled.
And since Heiduo was not part of Goldenrod City's Top Trainer circle, he would only have been sitting there alone anyway.
"Hmm... do you think he'll only use one Pokémon to take down his opponent again?"
In the stands, a Top Trainer puffed on a cigarette and asked his colleagues around him with a grin.
He was not a contestant, which was why he could joke around with the people nearby.
"I think it'll be two this time, right? One would be way too much."
"More than that, I'm curious whether he'll bring out