At Rustboro City's docks, Young Master Mao stood at the harbor in a white hooded sweatshirt, oversized sunglasses, and a shoulder bag.
The buzz around the Inter-School Tournament had only just died down. With fans running into him whenever he went out lately, Young Master Mao had no choice but to keep a lower profile.
Eevee-chan lay on top of Young Master Mao's head, gazing at the distant horizon.
After taking out his phone and sending a message, Young Master Mao set his sights on a nearby vending machine. "How about... we get some practice in before boarding?"
The luxury cruise ship St. Blossoming Flower sailed steadily along its route.
White clouds hung on the horizon, a gentle sea breeze blew, and brilliant summer sunshine shone down. Every so often, a few Wingull flew past, skimming the sea.
In the luxurious lounge on the upper deck, Contesta sat at a desk holding a phone, dressed in a suit and polished shoes, his hair meticulously groomed.
"Yes, we should reach Rustboro City's harbor in about ten minutes."
Wallace's gentle voice came from the other end. "Chairman Contesta, Teacher Oak is an outstanding Coordinator. I specifically asked him to attend the Grand Festival this time.
"I hope you'll have a pleasant exchange."
Contesta nodded. "Rest assured, since you recommended him, I'll certainly show him the respect he deserves.
"Besides, this young Gary Oak is impeccable in both his record and his background.
"As long as it benefits Pokémon Contests, I'll support it."
Now that was what it meant to see the bigger picture. Why had Pokémon Contests, despite being a newcomer, rapidly spread across the four regions from Sinnoh to Kanto, continuing to grow all the while?
Meanwhile, Pokémon Showcases could only hole up in Kalos. Even promising candidates for Kalos