Five minutes later.
The outcome was more or less what Qingyu had expected.
It was a one-sided victory.
"..."
Looking at the Squirtle lying unconscious before him, knocked back into its original form, Mewtwo fell silent for a moment, then shook his head.
"I lost."
Only after hearing that did the rookie Trainer opposite him let out a long sigh of relief.
Honestly, when he had beaten that Pokémon just now, the terrifying aura it suddenly released had given him quite a fright.
If Teacher Yu hadn't been there, he might have suspected his opponent was a sore loser...
Still, this Gym apprentice, who didn't look much like a local, had apparently accepted his defeat in the end.
He had seemed rather intimidating at first, and his miraculous ability to evolve Pokémon using psychic power was unheard of, but his lack of experience became obvious once the battle began.
It was like seeing himself back when he had first become a Trainer.
"The challenger wins the first trial."
Qingyu, serving as the temporary referee, promptly announced his verdict, a hint of amusement in his eyes as he looked at Mewtwo.
Sure enough, no matter how talented someone was, they couldn't suddenly have an overnight revelation and go from a clueless beginner to a competent Trainer.
Even a superbrain like Mewtwo's couldn't manage that.
Besides, his opponent was hardly an "even match." Thanks to Qingyu's subtle guidance over this period, the students at Naranja Academy had become absurdly competitive.
Those who squeezed in a challenge at the Sunshine Gym on a Monday were among the stronger students, and their battle experience alone completely outclassed Mewtwo's.
Then there was the weather advantage, along with certain tactics that were simply on another level...
Still, for someone as proud as Mewtwo, suffering a