Corsola Falls into Despair

Swish, swish, swish—

In front of a massive iron griddle, a bright-red, round-mouthed octopus used six tentacles to vigorously make teppanyaki while flourishing its spatulas in a dazzling blur.

Fortunately, it didn't do anything terrifying like accidentally scooping off one of its tentacles and mixing it into the food.

Of course.

People in the anime world generally didn't eat octopus tentacles either. Normally, takoyaki was made from flour balls prepared by Octillery.

There were four or five hard-working Octillery in the enormous restaurant.

Baimu sat in front of one of them, admiring its cooking technique while sampling the restaurant's delicious food.

"Your signature Octillery Berserk Fried Rice is ready."

Clatter.

A mountain-sized plate of fried rice suddenly appeared in front of Baimu, and the lightly dressed waitress gave him a flirtatious smile.

He said, "...Isn't this portion a little wrong?"

"No, this is the standard portion~"

"Alright."

Under the wide-eyed stares and astonished gazes of the people around him, Baimu silently nodded. He hadn't expected to run into a Pokémon Contest fan who had become obsessed with Mawile just by coming out for a meal.

He definitely couldn't finish such a huge portion on his own, but he had Galarian Corsola.

This fellow was a hidden big eater. No matter how much food it was given, it could finish everything in one go without hesitation.

"I'm counting on you..."

He first set Galarian Corsola down beside him.

Drawn awake by the aroma of fried rice, it was about to extend its tendrils when it saw the food in front of it, but quietly stopped when it noticed Baimu holding a spoon.

Why were you calling me while you ate?

Galarian Corsola looked at him gloomily. It had already become a little depressed from being out in the sun, and watching