"That Charizard is already unable to battle!"
Nurse Joy from the Pokémon Center hurried over, lifting her skirt. She looked anxious, but she did not enter the Battle Arena.
Clearly, the tremendous noise had brought her rushing over.
During a battle, the Trainer bore primary responsibility for their Pokémon. Apart from the referee, outsiders generally had no right to intervene—under normal circumstances, of course.
The Blond Man fell silent for a moment, then took out a Poké Ball and recalled Charizard. "I lost this round."
He looked up. "But there are still two more."
Dian narrowed his eyes. He really wanted Caitlin beside him to say, "I hate men who won't leave me alone."
Did the man seriously think his emotional intelligence was in the negatives? He had glanced at Caitlin several times during a single battle. His intentions could not have been more obvious. Heh.
Still, to actually set his sights on the White Fairy... tsk, tsk. What nerve.
Dian had heard that before the White Fairy matured, she would throw a tantrum whenever she lost, unleash her Psychic powers to blow up the Battle Arena, and send both challenger and Pokémon to the hospital to lie flat on their backs. The spectators would get roasted along the way, too.
If her family hadn't been rich, she would have had to sell herself sooner or later.
The Pokémon World's twin Psychic stars: Sabrina doted on dolls, while the Fairy adored explosions. Both had such distinctive ideas of romance.
Dian stole a glance and made a quick assessment.
The White Fairy's Psychic powers did not seem to have affected her body. Sabrina had won a round back.
Go, Sabrina!
Under Nurse Joy's reproachful gaze, Dian took out a Poké Ball. "Glaceon, Heal Bell."
He was a man who carried his