Snorlax slept soundly on the battlefield. Even when Corviknight probed and harassed him, he merely rolled over, showing no intention of responding.
Having this happen at the Junior Cup was painfully awkward. Even Mingyou looked utterly at a loss.
"What are you doing? Wake up! How can you sleep at your age?!"
Carmine shouted anxiously from the stands. One more loss and it would all be over. A Pokémon that kept sleeping on the battlefield without responding could be disqualified for passive play.
"Uh..."
Gloria had no idea what was going on, but she might as well finish the battle quickly!
"Body Press!"
At her command, Corviknight folded his wings. However, the damage Gabite had inflicted was still affecting him, noticeably slowing him down.
Against a big guy who wasn't moving at all, though, none of that mattered!
Would he win?
Of course he would!
Corviknight's Body Press was about to land when a shadow suddenly swallowed him. Everything around him went dark. Before he even had a chance to react, he was engulfed completely, without another sound.
Boom—!
Rolling over in his sleep, Snorlax planted his enormous rear directly on the charging Corviknight. The entire audience fell silent.
Only then did Snorlax notice something uncomfortable beneath him. He finally woke up, slowly rose, and reached back to scratch his rear, pulling out a metal feather stuck in it.
"Snor?"
What's this?
Confusion filled his tiny eyes. He turned to look at the flattened Corviknight, whose feathers lay scattered across the ground. That helpless expression seemed to say, "I'm terribly sorry I couldn't make Lord Snorlax use his full strength."
"Snor!"
Snorlax jumped in fright. Mingyou held his forehead and shook his head. He was the one who'd been scared! All that shouting hadn't woken Snorlax, and he'd thought they