"Eevee!"
Encouraged, Eevee let out a spirited cry.
Her fighting spirit surged!
"Pidgey, we won't lose either!"
Li Song steadied himself as well.
Seeing that Gu Qiu's Pokémon had been nervous too made him feel less pressured.
The battle truly began.
"Eevee, Quick Attack again!"
"Pidgey, Quick Attack too!"
Quick Attack was a common move—great for offense, evasion, and speed.
"Bang!"
This time, both attacks connected head-on.
[Your Eevee defeated Pidgey. Gained 241 EXP.]
One hit.
Instant knockout.
Same level—
But the gap in quality was overwhelming.
Top-tier aptitude Eevee.
Raised on fragments of Origin Law energy since birth.
If she couldn't one-shot an ordinary trainer's Pokémon at equal level, that would be embarrassing.
Pidgey was sent flying, fainting instantly.
The crowd froze.
Moments ago, they'd thought Gu Qiu was overrated—
Now the result was undeniable.
Li Song twitched.
Confidence had arrived too early.
He was outmatched.
[Task Progress: Eevee Victory 1/3]
"Well done, Eevee."
Not enough EXP to level up yet—still Level 17.
"Round One: Eevee wins."
Some in the audience murmured:
"If that's Gu Qiu, he's strong—but not extraordinary."
"You don't know him. His signature Pokémon is Greninja. That blue sphere attack and wind shuriken? Insane."
They meant Rasengan.
And Sage Art: Wind Release – Rasenshuriken.
Many trainers had tried replicating those moves.
None succeeded.
Different power systems entirely.
Round Two.
Li Song's second Pokémon: Taillow.
Level 19.
Stronger than Pidgey.
Now prepared.
Eevee, having tasted victory and applause, felt exhilarated.
She liked this feeling.
The second battle lasted longer—
But the winner remained the same.
Eevee.
"Victory: Gu Qiu. Advancing."
Eevee reached Level 18.
She leapt into Gu Qiu's arms, rubbing against him happily.
In the audience—
Several figures watched carefully.
"That's him? The one who evolved Feebas into Milotic?"
"That's him. Doesn't look special."
Researchers.
They had rushed to Cerulean.
Found nothing.
Studied endlessly.
Still no breakthrough.
Like giving a first grader a calculus solution without understanding.
They were renowned national researchers.
And frustrated.
"After the match, we'll approach him. Young people love flattery."
Backstage.
Contestants couldn't see ongoing matches—preventing tactical leaks.
"Kirlu."
Kirlia appeared beside him.
"You want to go out for a walk?"
She nodded shyly.
"Alright. Go into the Living Space first. I'll take you out after I use the restroom."
Contestants weren't allowed to leave—
But Flying Thunder God bypassed rules.
He teleported home.
Empty house.
"When you're tired, go back home. I'll pick you up later."
"Kirlu."
He returned to the stadium.
Letting Kirlia go out alone—
Might help her mood.
He left her some Pokécoins.
Kirlia held the money.
Closed her eyes.
Teleport.
She appeared outside.
Ever since she was a Ralts, she could teleport.
In her mind—
Romance meant:
Candles.
Cake.
Delicious food.
Scenes she'd replayed countless times.
A pure, innocent heart—
Preparing a surprise.
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