Time passed, and the seasons changed.
After a period of preparation, the schoolgirl's Pokémon had patched the gaps in their movesets and become utterly shameless. They learned every dirty—no, perfectly legal and legitimate—move they could.
It gave her plenty of confidence for the Champion Cup.
Her childhood friend, at least, had already experienced her tactics many times.
When Baimu saw the yellow bean face over her childhood friend's head turn into a green bean face, he nearly died laughing too. Games were meant to be played with a smile.
A couple of days later,
on the eve of the Champion Cup,
You arrived in Wyndon.
Wyndon stood at the northernmost tip of the Galar Region, a vast metropolis built under the direction of Vice Chairman Rose's development plan.
When the narration mentioned that,
Baimu strongly suspected the current chairman in the simulation had already been reduced to a figurehead.
All it would take was Secretary Oleana saying, "Chairman, the weather's turning cold," and Rose could don the yellow robe and ascend to the chairmanship. At most, he would sigh that everyone had put him in such a difficult position.
Of course, none of that mattered to the simulation, so the narration merely mentioned it in passing, as it did with other towns.
The schoolgirl didn't care how Wyndon had come to be, either.
She cared only about her results.
As everyone knew, the Galar League's recurring Champion Cup was divided mainly into semifinals and finals. Compared with competitions elsewhere, the semifinals were roughly equivalent to a regional tournament, while the finals were akin to the Champion League.
In other words,
if the schoolgirl couldn't break past the limits of her Single Blue Talent, she would probably lose the match that decided who advanced beyond the semifinals.
Who would