Pokémon: My Titles Know No Limits! [617]

“It’s unfortunate—Leon actually lost because of Stealth Rock,” Ball Guy remarked.

Anyone with eyes could tell Leon’s situation had taken a sharp turn for the worse the instant Giovanni’s Rhyperior had cleverly slipped in Stealth Rock during its Stone Edge.

Ball Guy’s observation earned many people’s rational agreement.

But logic was logic, and feelings were feelings.

After witnessing Leon’s defeat, the entire stadium was filled with his fans looking utterly crushed. Some more emotional fans even burst into tears right there.

Earlier, they could’ve used Gigantamax as an excuse—but now, even Gigantamax couldn’t explain this away.

—[Massive upset! Favorite to win, Leon, eliminated in the first round of the World Championship!]

This headline, as if sprouting wings, flew from Galar and soared rapidly to front pages across media outlets around the world.

Compared to Cynthia once again defeating Diantha, Pryce defeating Alder—who had previously lost to Pryce—and August effortlessly sweeping Wallace, it was Leon’s loss to Giovanni that truly stunned every viewer closely following the championship.

Leon, still in the arena, wasn’t yet aware he’d already dominated headlines worldwide, though he could more or less guess it.

Surprisingly, Leon himself was rather calm. A loss was a loss… there was nothing more to say.

On the contrary, not having to consider the next match gave him more energy to investigate Rose and Eternatus.

“Congratulations, Giovanni,” Leon stepped forward, extending a hand.

Giovanni glanced down at Leon’s hand. For a split second, something complicated flashed through his eyes, but he quickly concealed it and shook hands with Leon amicably.

C-click! C-click!

Cameras from the sidelines flashed incessantly, capturing the moment.

Afterward, both trainers left the arena separately.

When Giovanni returned to the stands, he immediately found August watching him with a bright, amused smile. “Congratulations, Giovanni!”

The same words, yet somehow hearing them from August’s mouth made Giovanni feel a sudden urge to punch something.

This definitely wasn’t Giovanni’s fault.

“Hmph.” Giovanni merely snorted in reply.

August wouldn’t be smug for much longer. In the semifinals, Giovanni looked forward to seeing how August—without his legendary Pokémon—could possibly defeat him.

Imagining August’s frustrated expression upon losing in the top four instantly brightened Giovanni’s mood.

August watched Giovanni’s rapidly changing expression, his own face filling with question marks.

Is Giovanni alright…? Why does it feel like something’s off in his head...?

But August quickly cast aside that thought. If Giovanni were that fragile, he wouldn’t be Giovanni.

Maybe he’d just thought of something happy!

“To celebrate the World Championship semifinals being completely taken over by our side, dinner tonight is on me!” August announced.

Cynthia, Pryce, Giovanni, and himself—indeed, they were all on his side now.

August felt this was an unprecedented achievement.

Unfortunately, the system seemed to look down on mere semifinalists, not even popping up a reward notification.

“Mew~!”

Hearing about a celebratory dinner, Mew immediately sprang up from napping on August’s head, eyes sparkling in excitement.

“Eevee, Eevee~!” Eevee chirped, determined to head back to the hotel first to invite Cogita along.

At the hotel, Cogita—stroking Zacian’s fur with one hand while holding a novel in the other—smiled softly, a gentle expression of contentment on her face.

Zacian, slightly confused at first, quickly relaxed under Cogita’s gentle hand, eyes narrowing in quiet enjoyment, deciding not to overthink.

At dinner, August ate only half his fill, since Mew shamelessly devoured nearly half his share. Mew’s rounded little belly was proof enough.

When it came to assigning rooms that night, Sabrina dragged Blue away under the pretext of “not disturbing August’s match preparations.”

August entered his own room.

“Mew~!” With a flying leap from August’s head to her comfy nest of pillows, Mew stretched lazily, rolled around happily, and closed her eyes in bliss.

She thoroughly enjoyed this carefree life of sleeping and eating, eating and sleeping.

You’re going to turn into a pig sooner or later.

August inwardly snarked, greeted Gardevoir gently, and turned off the lights.

Soon, the room grew quiet, filled only with soft breathing and the faint, gentle glow radiating from Gardevoir’s meditative form.

August fell asleep soundly; Mew lay sprawled belly-up, snoring softly; Eevee occasionally twitched its paws, lost in some lively dream…

Together, they painted a harmonious scene.

...

The next day.

August, who’d finally gotten a rare, comfortable night’s sleep and didn’t wake up sore all over, rose early.

Entering the main hall, he immediately saw Gold still glued to the TV screen, battling alongside his Togepi in a video game.

If August remembered correctly, Gold had been in exactly this position last night, meaning he’d played through the entire night.

“You sure are energetic… but take care of yourself, okay?” August advised.

Though he said this, August felt a hint of envy.

Looking at Gold and his Togepi, then thinking about his own Mew and Eevee still snoozing lazily upstairs…

Why was the difference so big?

Not long after August settled in the lounge, Cynthia, who had also stayed overnight, soon descended the stairs.

“Good morning!” Cynthia smiled, waving as she walked briskly over. Spotting Mew still fast asleep, she swiftly picked her up.

The deeply asleep Mew had zero sense of vigilance, comfortably snoozing as Cynthia stroked and poked all over.

Watching Mew’s completely oblivious state, August said to Cynthia, “Let me show you how to instantly wake up a Mew!”

Curious, Cynthia watched intently.

Then August produced a Pokéblock, gently waving it under Mew’s nose.

In the very next second, Mew’s nose twitched. Seemingly triggered awake by the enticing scent, she instantly popped open her eyes, leaping up to snatch the Pokéblock from August’s hand.

“Mew~!”

Mew eagerly munched on her prize, clearly delighted.

Cynthia, witnessing the whole process, couldn’t help giggling. Realizing her laughter might’ve seemed rude, she quickly covered her mouth.

“How’s your preparation going for today’s battle?” August asked.

Today’s match—Cynthia versus Pryce—was highly anticipated by countless fans. August simply voiced everyone’s curiosity.

A confident, radiant smile spread across Cynthia’s face.

“Of course—I’m fully prepared.”

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