April 19. Clear skies...
Today was the day of the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament semifinals, and reporters from every outlet had made their preparations.
Tomorrow would be the time to fight for the headlines!
Touko from Goldenrod City TV Station, however, already had her cameras set up.
Her colleagues all laughed at the young woman for not knowing how to conserve her energy.
Touko secretly curled her lip. Without Mr. Gary's reminder, she probably would have thought herself clever for waiting for tomorrow's finals too.
But who could have guessed that Young Master Mao was planning something big?
"There won't be a final, my seniors..." The corners of Touko's mouth lifted. She couldn't help looking forward to what Gary had planned next.
According to the semifinal "draw," Gary had, without question, drawn Marshal, the fiercest of the remaining four.
Bea was paired with Maylene.
In the competitors' lounge, Gary sat on the sofa packing his bags.
After the match, he had to catch a flight to Ecruteak City.
"When will you be able to let me ride on you and fly, little plane?" Gary studied Togetic beside him, who clutched a phone and wouldn't let go.
Forget it. This kid's even more of a slacker than I am...
Smack! On the other side of the room, Hitmonlee was helping Urshifu train.
Except...
Gary was dumbfounded as he watched Hitmonlee strap a sandbag to himself, then use his two legs to tie himself to the wooden training dummy.
Seriously, if you're this lazy, why not just let Urshifu hit the punching bag?
Just want to feel involved, huh?
Mop in hand, Gengar cleaned Gary's lounge until it was spotless. The flair with which he wiped away his sweat made him look just like a middle-aged housewife...
Rubbing his brow