Amid a moving fireworks show, the Indigo League finally drew to a close.
Holding the trophy awarded by the tournament, along with its ridiculously lavish prizes, Gary ended his Indigo League journey looking utterly bewildered.
Honestly, Gary could hardly believe he had received these rewards: a feather from Moltres, the god of fire, a Master Ball, and TMs for all three Pledge moves.
Was our Indigo League really this loaded?
Seeing the calm expression on Lance's face as he presented the awards, Gary couldn't resist secretly asking whether Clair had chewed him out...
Lance pursed his lips. "It was the result I expected. What's there to be surprised about?"
After all, even he had suffered at Gary's hands. How could Gary possibly stumble in a Little Cup like the Indigo League...?
It was worth mentioning that the mighty Lance finally remembered his black card. Gary spread his hands. "I gave it to Clair. I even told her it was from you and that she could spend as much as she liked."
The corner of Lance's mouth twitched. All he could do was give a thumbs-up. "Well done..."
On the top floor of the Silph Co. Building, the tallest building in Saffron City's central business district, the general manager stood in a well-tailored suit, nodding and bowing as he spoke on the phone.
It was as though the person on the other end could see whether he was being respectful.
"Giovanni, the prizes you requested have been delivered to the champion."
"Mm, very good. Remember, we're running a legitimate business from now on. Don't call me boss anymore. Call me chairman." Uncle Giovanni clenched a large cigar between his teeth, wearing a cold expression that looked ready to murder someone's entire family.
"Yes, yes, of course..." The general manager's forehead was