[Noah won, as expected.
He’s beaten a Champion—no way he’d lose to a Gym Leader.]
[Idiot.
Piers is an Elite Four-level trainer.
The Galar League just doesn’t have an Elite Four.]
[So what?
Whether Gym Leader or Elite Four, they’re still weaker than a Champion, aren’t they?]
[This battle, though…
didn’t feel as exciting as the last one.]
In the seas between Kanto and Johto, in the Orange Islands,
That was where Lorelei of the Kanto Elite Four lived.
The 29-year-old woman’s room was filled with all sorts of Pokémon plushies—eternally young at heart.
Seeing many comments in the livestream saying this battle wasn’t as exciting as the MetalGreymon fight,
Lorelei smirked coldly and commented:
“Anyone who says that will never amount to anything in their entire lives.”
Indeed, compared to the visual impact of MetalGreymon’s brute-force domination against Gardevoir,
This battle between Gatomon and Obstagoon didn’t feel as intense.
But in Lorelei’s view,
Only third-rate trainers would think that way.
The previous battle only proved that MetalGreymon was strong.
This battle, however, proved that Noah himself was strong.
It demonstrated that he hadn’t beaten Diantha just because his Digimon was powerful—
It was because he himself was strong.
A local Pokémon-world example would be the difference between Red with Mewtwo and Tobias with Darkrai.
Did Red beat the Kanto Elite Four because he had Mewtwo?
No.
It was because Red himself was strong!
Did Tobias beat Ash because he was strong?
Bullshit.
It was because he had Darkrai!
Tobias’s tactical ability as a trainer was absolutely atrocious.
All he ever did was have Darkrai spam [Dark Void] over and over,
Followed by [Dream Eater] to finish the job.
It’s as stupid as hell—even more disgusting than Water Shuriken.
After closing her computer, Lorelei stretched heavily.
Her nearly bursting chest looked like it was about to pop the buttons on her pajamas.
“Surpass Kanto?
Let’s see if you can really do it~”
After the battle between Noah and Piers ended,
The crowd slowly dispersed.
“He’s strong.”
After a long silence, Nessa finally spoke.
Even though Noah’s earlier criticism had infuriated her,
Nessa had to admit—
Noah was strong.
Even stronger than she’d imagined.
‘Maybe…
his assessment of me had been correct.’
“Ah, don’t overthink it.
Let’s go get some cake—a great new cake shop just opened in Motostoke.”
Sonia quickly changed the subject.
The tournament was about to start, and she didn’t want her best friend to get distracted.
After all…
her best friend’s strength really wasn’t great.
Sonia herself was also pretending not to know.
After all, actually saying that out loud would hurt their friendship.
At the Macro Cosmos Tower behind the Motostoke Stadium,
The headquarters of both the Macro Cosmos Group and the Galar League,
Chairman Rose was holding a tablet.
It was playing the battle between Noah and Piers that had taken place on Motostoke’s streets half an hour ago.
“Magnificent.”
After watching the surveillance footage, Rose praised sincerely.
Rose could clearly see the top-tier commanding ability Noah had displayed in that battle.
Besides, Rose himself had been a Champion-level trainer when he was younger.
“Chairman, we’ve investigated Noah’s purpose in coming to Galar—he wants to take Piers’s sister, Marnie.”
Oleana, Rose’s secretary—who had eye-catching long legs but whose dark circles and fatigued expression seriously undermined her overall charm—reported.
“Piers’s sister?
Does she have potential?”
Rose looked up and asked.
“Based on what we just learned from Piers, his sister’s potential far surpasses his own.”
Rose rubbed his temples in frustration.
“I’ve been so negligent as Chairman, not noticing such talent until now.”
Noah was running around the world to strengthen Alola.
And Rose was likewise trying to strengthen Galar by scouting talent.
Leon was his discovery.
Who would’ve thought that a genius like Marnie, who was right under his nose, would only be discovered after someone else stole her away?
“Should we take her back, Chairman?”
Oleana’s usually calm tone suddenly turned a bit fierce— like an assassin asking if she should ‘take care of’ Noah.
Anyone who stood in Chairman Rose’s way must die!
Rose stroked his chin whiskers, pondered for a moment, then waved his hand indicating no.
‘Perhaps…
there was a better way?’