Facing the Runner-Up

Battle Tent

After getting a preliminary understanding of the process and watching some videos, Baimu became even more interested.

The actual situation differed somewhat from what that watermelon-headed kid had said. Trainers were not completely unable to do anything; the only thing they could control was switching Pokémon.

Once they noticed that a Pokémon had a problem, they could have it withdraw from the Battle Arena and send another Pokémon in.

In a sense, this allowed Pokémon to demonstrate their ability to battle independently while ensuring that trainers still had a degree of involvement. It was quite good.

The only unbearable part was that the final Pokémon Egg reward was apparently a "blind box."

The winners had no choice in the matter. They got whatever the organizers gave them, and it was not even fixed.

Some people fought their way to the end full of anticipation, only to receive Pokémon Eggs containing Wurmple or Zigzagoon. How could those hoping to obtain rare Pokémon possibly stay calm?

Besides, it was not as though the organizers of the Battle Tent did not have Eggs from rare Pokémon.

However.

It was precisely this lottery-like result that attracted many idle trainers to participate eagerly. Everyone wanted to gamble on their luck.

Baimu, who had a Lucky Scale hidden on him, was the same.

Even if he could not be certain that Aggron and the others would win in the end.

"We have to give it a try."

Baimu smiled at his Pokémon. As it happened, the Battle Tent had a competition tomorrow, and registration had not yet closed.

Suddenly.

There was a knock at the door.

Wally's voice followed.

"Hello, sorry for the interruption. It's dinnertime. If you don't mind, we can provide meals here, whether for you or your Pokémon..."

"No need, thank