Warmhearted Tetsuya

Although Minglan's combat power was less than a tenth of what it had been, and even if he went back, he might not be able to help much.

But beyond fighting,

Gym Leaders were often the spiritual symbol of a city.

Put plainly, they could stabilize morale.

Hearing Tetsuya's reminder,

Minglan immediately realized it as well. "That is indeed possible. I need to head back at once."

One's own people knew their own affairs.

Relying on those few useless juniors of his to take control of the overall situation would truly be difficult.

If nothing unexpected happened, there might not be much of a problem.

But if Team Rocket laid siege to them, that was absolutely something they could not handle.

The problem was—

"Old Master Minglan, you don't have any Pokemon left that can take you back, do you?"

Brock reminded him.

That was right.

After a series of grueling battles,

the several Pokemon Minglan had brought with him had long since lost their combat capability and fallen unconscious.

Let alone Dewgong and Cloyster.

Even the powerful Gyarados and Clawitzer had no spare strength to carry their Trainer back.

"How about—"

The two men tacitly turned their gazes toward Tetsuya, who had made the suggestion.

Among everyone present, he was probably the only one who still had Pokemon in good condition.

Although his three Main Pokemon—Pidgeot, Blaziken, and Gallade—were nearly at their limit,

the other four or five Elite Four Level Pokemon had not even joined the battle just now.

That was already an extremely formidable force.

"Got it. Leave it to me."

Tetsuya did not refuse. He nodded and agreed. "Come out, Togekiss, Gigalith, Serperior, and Ampharos."

"Chaka!"

"Dangoro!"

"Chiu!"

"Bwoo!"

As their vigorous cries rang out, the four Pokemon appeared in front of them in the remaining