"Yuto, I'll defeat you and prove you wrong."
Tucker and I faced each other across the field. First, there was what I knew about him(?)-in the anime, he only battled with Legendary Pokémon. Honestly, that didn't matter. Even if someone added Legendary or Mythical Pokémon to their team, there were ways to fight them. They weren't unbeatable. With a strategy, you could break through. Remarks like, "You only use Legendaries? Are you a Legendary spammer?" were ultimately just something to joke about, teasing at most. Calling someone a sleep spammer for repeatedly using Dark Void was just sarcasm, too. It was an impressive tactic in its own right. I had no intention of dismissing it.
Then there was his desire to reject my longstanding belief: "Strong Pokémon, weak Pokémon-that's for people to decide. A truly strong Trainer should try to win with the Pokémon they love." That didn't matter, either. People held all kinds of views. I wasn't looking for everyone's approval, and he was free to disagree with me. In fact, I'd battled people like that before, and some of them deserved respect.
Finally, he'd called my Ralts too weak, picking a fight with me. Honestly, that was the biggest problem. I'd been furious then, but if I thought of it as the sort of pre-match taunting fighters exchanged... no, that still didn't work. I wasn't a martial artist, and more importantly, I couldn't stand someone belittling my greatest partner.
"Anyway, didn't you listen to my advice?"
"Advice?"
"Yes. Didn't I tell you to replace Ralts? If that wasn't advice, what would you call it? Good grief, you're unbearable. At this rate, you're beyond saving against me."
He shrugged helplessly.
That was advice?
Right.
Unbearable?
Right.
Beyond saving?
Phew...
Yeah. I can't take this anymore!
"...As far as