The Johto League's Silver Conference preliminary tournament was in full swing.
Ash, Tyson, and the other competitors were battling tooth and nail, their eyes red as they fought for a spot in the next round.
" Sss-ah..." Young Master Mao sat in the stands with a thermos in his hands, sipping goji berry tea. Watching these matches had Gary yawning nonstop.
Three and a half days of matches, plus breaks, made five days for the preliminaries. Young Master Mao had finished battling on the first day and coasted through to qualification...
"How very, very... lonely it is to be invincible..." Gengar held a phone and quietly played background music. Young Master Mao rolled his eyes, making the fellow snicker wickedly.
After watching two matches, Gengar's verdict was that they had this in the bag. Against these small fry, he and Big Sis Eevee wouldn't even need to fight. Weavile and Gliscor could sweep through them...
Eevee-chan had watched just one match before turning and leaving, taking the little ones from home to train in the summit area.
"We can't let our guard down. What if there's some hidden expert, or a Legendary Trainer suddenly pops up..." Young Master Mao rubbed Gengar's big belly, quietly preparing himself mentally.
Don't get cocky! I don't want the director killing me off for the plot!
"What Legendary Trainer? Young Master Mao, are you talking about yourself?" Will of the Elite Four, who was responsible for venue security today, sidled over shamelessly.
Gary's expression froze... Oh, right... In a sense, I'm the Legendary Trainer!
Young Master Mao silently set down his thermos and violently flipped a table in his mind.
"(╯‵□′)╯︵┴─┴ Isn't this still the damn second-male-lead script?! I'm the protagonist of this book! The protagonist!"
"Actually, here's what I think. For everyday matches, don't