"Rumble..."
The limp Hippowdon collapsed with a mournful howl, its massive body making the ground tremble and kicking up choking dust.
Soon.
The Sandstorm swirling around the field gradually dissipated as well.
The onlookers watched Galarian Corsola roll out of Hippowdon's mouth, praising it repeatedly and breaking into enthusiastic applause.
The children's eyes were filled with admiration for Baimu.
"That was awesome!"
"Pokémon battles are that easy? It just went swoosh swoosh and took down Hippowdon, even though that Sandstorm was so powerful!"
"Idiot, do you know anything about type matchups? That's basic knowledge! Giga Drain is Grass type, and Hippowdon is Ground type. Of course Hippowdon couldn't take it!"
They discussed it with extraordinary enthusiasm.
As the number one competitive sport in the Pokémon world, anyone from eighty-year-old elders to five-year-old children could be a battle enthusiast.
The residents of the Valley of Origin were no exception.
Bede clutched his head with both hands and shouted in frustration:
"How could this happen? If I'd known, I would've—"
In hindsight, he felt that he should have kept using Fire Fang instead of using Ice Fang, but unfortunately, he could not turn back time.
Koppu reassuringly patted Bede's shoulder. "Relax, didn't I lose to him just as easily?"
"Sigh..."
Bede sighed and recalled Hippowdon.
On the field.
The normally quiet Corsola had a faintly expectant look beneath its dejected expression. The third opponent was about to come up, and it could finally clock out... no, leave the field and rest!
It was such a pleasant surprise that its opponents were so weak!
Come on already!
It shifted its gaze toward Barza, whom Meray and Hoopa were cheerfully shoving back and forth. If it had guessed correctly, this man was the Trainer of its third opponent.
Suddenly.
Baimu walked toward Barza.
He