The cheers in the stadium briefly muted for a fraction of a second before swelling to countless times louder!
On the contestant big screen, three of Tobias's Poké Balls had already gone dark.
Except for Heatran and Latios.
The third one, thanks to the Shaymin Pokémon, was also gently carried away by Moltres.
The kid was still being polite as it left, thanking my teacher Moltres for not roasting it to medium-well...
Moltres: Hey! I like medium-rare...
Anyway, ever since the start of the tournament, Tobias, who had been ruthlessly crushing everyone all the way and cut a figure of a supreme emperor, had completely stalled.
Gary even held a 3:0 lead entering the second half!
Tobias sat silently on the sidelines, looking up at the sky with some self-doubt.
He was always the one sweeping others 6:0, so why did it feel today like retribution was coming for him...
"Darkrai, try a little harder, a one-man sweep..." Rubbing his chin, Tobias fell into self-doubt.
Over on the online streaming page, the broadcast engagement had exploded. After all, a scrub getting swept 6:0 happened every year, but the legendary-Pokémon man was about to get swept 6:0-now that was something they had truly never seen before, hey!
After a halftime break, both sides re-entered the arena, and the field for the second half randomly rolled into the Grass Field.
Oh boy... The buffs were fully stacked... Gary shook his head with universal compassion, Today, I'll let this young master give you a send-off~
"It's only you left, Darkrai~" Tobias clenched his Poké Ball, his knuckles turning white.
"Let's go, partner!" Darkrai's voice rang out, desperate and heroic.
"Oh~ Go, Darkrai!" Throwing the Poké Ball hard, Tobias reignited his momentum.
As the heart passed down through his family, the sense of security