The passage on the Gym's third floor led directly to the Final Battlefield atop the Low Mountain inside the Gym.
But there was no rush.
Yong arrived at his own room, a huge workspace resembling a study. On the other side stood another door.
That was the Lounge.
He pushed the door open.
"Bisha~!"
A figure darted past, and Yong felt a weight against his chest as Kleavor leaped into his arms.
"Haha! You're actually here instead of training? Slacking off again?"
"Bisha!"
Kleavor waved its arms, showing Yong its sharp blades. Though they looked like stone, they gleamed with a metallic sheen. Grinning, it pointed at the big screen.
"I get it~"
Yong stroked its head.
Because of their levels and battle experience, he had left Kleavor, Boldore, and Gligar at the Gym.
Whenever a particularly strong challenger came along, he would have the three Pokémon take turns battling. As a result, their strength had grown rapidly.
Kleavor, for instance, had risen from level 42 to level 55!
Their lower levels did make leveling up faster, but Yong was still very pleased with that degree of improvement.
Kleavor was still wearing the "Forced Training Device" passed down from Tyrantrum...
As a result, its strength was now formidable enough to handle most challengers.
"You certainly hear things fast. Grant told you again, didn't he?"
Yong switched on the television and sat on the sofa, then waved Kleavor over.
"Come here! I know you like watching this!"
Knock, knock!
Someone suddenly knocked on the Lounge door.
"Click~"
The door opened again.
This time, a tall, lean teenage boy entered. He had coffee-colored skin, short black hair, and a sunny smile.
Seeing Yong sitting on the sofa and Kleavor leaning against it, the boy flashed his white teeth in a hearty grin.