Baimu didn't get to talk with Korrina for long.
His lower ranking made it easier to match him with opponents, and the Battle Festival organizers had scheduled him for plenty of matches to drum up publicity.
That suited him perfectly.
If he could shoot straight into the Great Class like last time, he wouldn't have to go hunting for opponents.
"Champion! Champion!"
"Show us your Legendary Pokémon!"
"The Legendary Giants—"
Shouts thundered through the stands. Everyone wanted a glimpse of Pokémon they rarely got to see.
There was no doubt about it.
The biggest draw surrounding Baimu wasn't his astonishing strength, but the Legendary Pokémon he possessed.
Pharaoh Brandon was rarely seen, and the same went for Tobias. Fewer than five trainers had publicly declared that they owned Legendary or Mythical Pokémon.
With all that in mind, how could they not see Baimu differently?
The commentator declared, "What a reception! Baimu of Pyrite Town has earned his place as a rising star among recent young Champions. Perhaps we can look forward to seeing him compete at even higher levels!"
Never mind the Normal Class—the Great Class or even the Ultra Class might not be enough to show what Baimu could do.
Everyone knew it.
And Baimu gave the crowd what it wanted, sending out Regidrago.
Bang!
"Rrrr! Re! Gi! Drago!"
Regidrago's booming voice rang across the small arena. A gust swept through the bushes on the Grass Field, sending countless leaves fluttering into the air.
The audience erupted in excited cheers and ceaseless screams.
Regidrago lowered its voice.
"Rrrr..."
It had never been comfortable surrounded by crowds of humans. The painful memory of being defeated and sealed away by Calyrex remained vivid.
But Regieleki had already adapted, and that change in its companion left Regidrago feeling it had to try