"Mr. Xin Mu? It's been a while. Are you here to watch the tournament too?"
While Meownei had no real intention of carrying out the plan to launch a terrorist attack on the athletes' village, Ash finished registering for the tournament and turned his attention away from Brock, who had been paralyzed by Croagunk.
Ash knew quite a few people at this tournament. He had already seen plenty of Trainers he had met during his travels through Sinnoh.
"No, I'm actually here to compete. Looks like we'll be opponents."
"Really? That's great! I'm definitely going to win this time!"
"Pika, pika!"
Ash always had a passion for battle. The appearance of any particular opponent never unsettled him, and he did not even wonder why Xin Wei had suddenly shown up here.
To him, there was nothing surprising about it.
The Lily of the Valley Conference was one of the tournaments Ash took most seriously. His old partners appeared frequently, making this a tournament where both his old and new Pokémon competed.
But Brock had already recovered from the paralysis Croagunk had inflicted. People did build up resistance, after all. Supposedly, Mouri next door had been pricked with tranquilizer darts so often that he had developed antibodies against the drugs.
Even doctors at the hospital were baffled as to why anesthetics did not work on him.
Brock was now in much the same situation.
"Mr. Xin Mu, shouldn't you be competing in the Donghuang Conference?"
"...Would you like to hear how I missed registration?"
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This sort of mishap was hardly difficult to talk about. In fact, most people might never experience anything like it in their entire lives.
Well, Ash did not count. He had spent far more time dealing with Legendary Pokémon than Xin Mu had. In theory,