The Sinnoh League.
When Qingyu went live, it was already late at night in the Sinnoh Region, thousands of miles away.
Inside the League office, three young men with different hair colors and expressions were each busy with their work.
"Ugh... why have even I been dragged into working overtime with you lately?"
Sitting on the left, Flint slumped backward in his chair, sprawling into an inverted triangle as he gave up on working. He glanced sideways at Lucian, looking rather helpless.
"What can we do? Cynthia hasn't been at the League lately, so all the business from the different cities has fallen to us Elite Four members to review."
Lucian said nothing, seemingly having no intention of acknowledging Flint. Instead, Aaron, seated on the far right, looked up at Flint with a somewhat helpless expression.
"When even a one-track-minded guy like you has been brought in to handle paperwork, you should know how short-staffed the League is..."
"Hey, what's that supposed to mean? You want a fight?"
With Aaron mocking him to his face, Flint shot to his feet in a temper, only to settle down immediately when Lucian, seated between them, turned and glared at him.
"What are you yelling about? Cynthia had her reasons for taking leave. We just need to keep the League running normally until she comes back."
"Besides... if either of you thinks he has too much work, you're welcome to trade with me. I don't mind."
"..." ×2
Flint and Aaron exchanged a glance, then quietly sat back down, not daring to say another word.
Were they kidding? Lucian probably had four or five times their workload. If being a Psychic hadn't genuinely made his brain work better than other people's, he would have collapsed from exhaustion long ago!
If they took his