So that's where your son Ruby got his habit of reciting an opening poem at every opportunity. Like father, like son.
Watching Norman radiate sheer swagger from the other side of the battlefield, Xia Chi couldn't help grumbling inwardly.
Still, in a certain sense, "Normal is the strongest type in the world" was entirely correct.
After all, even the creator god Arceus and its archrival Regigigas, whose immense strength could move continents, were Normal-types.
It really was the type from which all things originated.
His gaze returned to Slaking on the field.
Sensing the unfathomable, abyssal presence beneath its lazy demeanor, Xia Chi instantly tensed.
Its mere existence exerted suffocating pressure.
Kubfu was barely hanging on, stubbornly refusing to leave the field. What else could it do?
Reversal?
That move, which unleashed terrifying power in desperate circumstances, seemed to be the only option.
But how could Slaking possibly let it land a move like that?
Before Kubfu could even get close, a casual [Icy Wind] or something similar would finish it off.
Perhaps his only chance was to exploit its [Truant] Ability.
"Kubfu, charge!"
Xia Chi gave the order without hesitation.
Despite barely having anything left, Kubfu didn't hesitate either, charging straight toward the still-reclining Slaking!
His plan was simple. Wary of the explosive damage from Kubfu's [Reversal], Norman would surely intercept it with a move like [Rock Slide] or [Earthquake].
Kubfu would use [Detect] to dodge and close in, while Slaking's [Truant] Ability would force it into a brief period of loafing around after attacking.
That would be the perfect moment for Kubfu's final dance!
On the field.
Kubfu's tiny, cream-colored figure looked strangely tragic before Slaking's mountainlike bulk.
The distance between the two Pokémon steadily shrank, but Norman remained as still as a meditating monk, issuing no orders.