Late at night, Dian leaned against the balcony railing, enjoying the sea breeze. The endless clouds of the day had vanished, leaving only scattered stars and a full moon in the sky.
Elesa's Pokémon should be Electric-type, but she's probably considered that too.
He thought it over. In the finals, every move demanded caution. For a Trainer like him, who had his sights set on becoming Champion, the time his Pokémon would need to recover after a battle mattered too.
If a battle was too intense, his main Pokémon might not return to peak condition in time, and that could cost him everything.
So...
"I feel a little bad for Elesa, but if I want to win, I'll have to do what's necessary." Dian glanced at the brightly lit room next door. Dawn's mother, Ayako, should have gone home by now, so why did it seem as though someone else was in there? "A friend of Dawn's?"
He gave it a moment's thought, then let it go. Turning back inside, he worked through his plans in greater detail.
Meanwhile, Nimbasa City Gym Leader Elesa wiped down the three Poké Balls on her desk with a white silk scarf. A faint smile spread across her lovely face as she closed her eyes. Those Poké Balls held so many memories.
Once she had finished, she switched off the desk lamp and went to bed. For her, the best approach was to stay true to her own style, whatever her opponent did.
She had no need to fall into her opponent's rhythm. She would draw her opponent into hers and use each battle to improve, step by step.
Every battle was another step toward the grandest, brightest stage. When she finally reached the summit, her Pokémon would shine brightest of all!
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