Ogerpon was genuinely angry and shot Typhlosion a vicious glare. But to anyone watching, it still looked adorable. Far from intimidating anyone, it only made them lower their guard.
Its Masks had been snatched one after another, yet Typhlosion, its setup complete, showed no intention of attacking. Mingyou grew increasingly annoyed and shouted, "You're not seriously trying to make us surrender, are you?"
"Mm, you guessed it!"
Akari clasped her hands and gave a light clap, answering without hesitation. She wanted to see how Mingyou would break out of this predicament—or simply surrender and admit he wasn't good enough. It was that simple.
With her first three Pokémon defeated, she had effectively lost already. She truly hadn't managed to raise a Pokémon that could beat him in such a short time.
Typhlosion was a test she had prepared for Mingyou, just as the Sinnoh Almighty had once tested her. She wanted to judge whether he had what it took.
Before long, all four of Ogerpon's Masks had been stolen. The moment a corner of one peeked out from its cloak, a will-o'-the-wisp whisked it away.
"Um..."
They took them all...
Ogerpon sat on the ground, watching the Masks fly around in the grip of the will-o'-the-wisps. It was just like when Pecharunt had stolen its Masks years ago. It felt hurt, but it had promised not to cry anymore.
Some spectators were getting impatient. The final was less exciting than the semifinal. What were these two even doing?
Boring! We want to see blood!
Plenty of spectators were eager to see what happened next, though. Mingyou was clearly at a disadvantage, and Akari had deliberately backed him into a corner. The question was whether he could find a way out.
"You really are looking down on us..."
For the first