Tate undoubtedly had some talent as a Coordinator.
The routine with Scizor's blades and the wooden stumps showed how much work she had put into it.
But like Baimu when he first started, she had turned a Contest Battle into a regular battle... Actually, she had gone a step further. At least he had known Smokescreen was a serious mistake.
Tate, on the other hand, had held nothing back.
Against someone who had just grasped the essence of Contest Battles, her loss was only natural.
"Wonderful performance. Thanks for teaching me something new."
Tate, with her brisk, capable air, shook Baimu's hand. She still showed little regret over her defeat.
What Trainer had never lost? Disappointment was one thing, but most people would not lose heart over a minor defeat. Raihan had never beaten Leon or Melony, yet he still challenged Leon before every match.
That was what it meant to grow bolder with every setback.
Winning a ribbon at her debut in the Lilycove Contest would have been ideal. But if she could not win one, Tate was satisfied to have learned something from Baimu.
"Let's battle again if we get the chance!"
"Sure thing."
Baimu's expression stayed calm, though he wondered when they would ever meet again. Dawn, whom he had met in Slateport City, aside, he and the pink-haired, twin-tailed Ursula he had met in Rustboro City had also talked about facing each other at another Pokémon Contest.
Hoenn was only so big, yet he had not run into her once.
Tate pushed open the door and left. On the television, the second match of round two had also been decided—
The winner was, as expected, the Masked Man, Kimimaro.
Years had passed, and it was not just May, the Hoenn Dancer, who had come a long