Question: How long could you eat a Wailord?

"Ah, that last battle was amazing!"

"Exactly! Battles really need those fierce clashes."

"Huh... I thought the four-way free-for-all at the start was the most interesting."

As the crowd left, the chatter never stopped.

Dazang and Mibu exchanged a glance and shook their heads. The final battle had certainly been spectacular, but...

"Those two really had it rough."

Reggie shook his head. Apparently, being an Elite's apprentice had its downsides, too.

"Hehehe, I'll record everything about these three on my computer."

Kohei pushed up his glasses and flashed a smile that made people want to keep their distance.

As the audience gradually filed out, the special public exhibition at the Mossdeep Gym finally came to an end. Although Drake of the Elite Four had never made a move and had spent the entire time drinking milk, the event had still demonstrated the strength of the Elite Four.

That strength lay not only in their own power, but also in their ability to nurture the next generation of Trainers.

Those who had come for Wallace's reputation as the "Water Artist" were also thoroughly satisfied, because the final "Water Illusion" performance had truly been beautiful.

"Ee!"

Mawile ran over at full speed, then nestled tightly against Dian's chest, rubbing her cheek against him over and over like a little bird seeking affection.

Behind Dian, however, Kaede and Nan looked rather awkward, because Mawile's huge jaws were slightly open toward them, radiating an overwhelming pressure.

"Ah... looks like she really hates us now."

Nan waved her hands helplessly.

"That's because you went and agreed to something like that, Nan!"

Kaede grumbled.

The two then began glaring at each other, a complete reversal of their earlier seamless teamwork.

Dian stroked Mawile's head, then bowed to Wallace and Elite Drake before turning back toward the