Chapter 19: A Champion

POV – JAKE

The Stout Slowpoke was buzzing with life, the wooden beams soaking in the soft amber glow of dim lights, casting long shadows across the walls. The air was thick with the scent of ale and the hum of excited chatter, the pub steadily filling with patrons eager for the Champions Cup final. Jake found himself at a corner table with Ciara, feeling like he was in a strange blend of home and fantasy. The bar, all polished wood and gleaming glass, stood on one side, tended by a massive figure with hair the colour of a blazing sunset. Yet, despite his size, he moved with surprising grace, his deep laugh echoing cheerfully across the room as he served pints and mixed drinks.

Outside, the world was draped in an inky cloak, darkness pressing against the windows. Inside, the atmosphere was warm and inviting. Jake, sitting sideways in his chair, nursed a soft drink, his eyes occasionally wandering to the pub's more unusual patrons. A week ago, seeing so many Pokémon mingling freely among the tables would have seemed bizarre, but now he was starting to accept it as normal. Growlithe and Yamper weaving through the guests were familiar enough, but Slowpoke waitstaff balancing dishes on their heads? That was the kind of fantasy that still caught him off guard. And directed by a non-Galarian Slowking no less, he mused, the Slowking's dignified air seeming hilariously out of place amidst the pub's bustle.

Ciara sat across from Jake, casually watching the patrons. She looked bored, leaning back slightly in her chair, her ponytailed brown hair catching the dim light and giving a soft glow to her striking features.

"So, excited about the final?" Jake ventured. Ciara had been a bit warmer to him since their trial battle—less cool, maybe even starting to respect him, grudgingly.

Ciara glanced at him. "Excited? Maybe a bit, but sitting around waiting for it to start isn't exactly thrilling."

Jake shrugged. "Yeah, waiting's never fun. But sometimes, the build-up can be worth it. Though I’m guessing you'd rather be out there training, right?"

Ciara nodded, her gaze sharpening. "I want to be in that stadium, not just watching. I want—no, I will be Champion."

Sheesh, Ciara really isn't one for small talk, Jake thought, blowing out his cheeks as he glanced around the lively pub. The noise was picking up, the air thick with the anticipation for the final. More patrons streamed in, the excitement almost tangible as they gathered in groups, adding to the growing din. Multiple TVs hung on the walls, all tuned to the upcoming event, while a projector threw a large screen onto one wall, making sure no one missed a second of the action.

Jake’s gaze wandered over to the dedicated Pokémon area, well-equipped with cushions, water, and Pokémon food. Iggy was there, happily mingling with a variety of species. Pokémon with more regular appearances ones such as Buneary were present, but also some of the more unusual ones such as Klefki, which almost seemed ornamental, not even alive in a way.

Back near his table, Trixie had, unsurprisingly, become the centre of attention for a group of children. She was soaking up the adoration, a proud smirk on her face as the kids cooed over her. Show-off, Jake thought, amused.

He decided to keep Jekyll in his Pokéball for now. The Mimikyu wasn’t exactly social, and a packed pub wasn’t the best place to push him out of his comfort zone. As for Arthrox, Jake figured the Venipede would be keen on watching the final, but his still-wild nature and discomfort with crowds made Jake think twice. Better safe than sorry, he decided, leaving Arthrox in his Pokéball for the time being.

Leaning back, Jake took a sip of his drink, feeling the room's energy. The Stout Slowpoke was more than just a pub tonight; it was a gathering spot for a community united by their love for Pokémon battles. This was what the Pokémon world was all about—passion, community, and the thrill of a great battle.

Unexpectedly, Ciara’s hesitant voice pulled Jake out of his thoughts. "Look, Jake, about that..." she started, her tone unusually shaky.

Jake turned to face her, barely recognising the uncertainty in her voice. Was she... blushing? It was hard to tell against her tanned skin, but she definitely seemed nervous, almost like she was struggling with something. Her eyes flickered away for a moment before locking back onto his.

Jake felt a twinge of nerves himself, Ciara’s uncharacteristic hesitance throwing him off. Could it be...? he wondered, his mind racing through wild possibilities. Did beating her in battle impress her that much? Is she into that sort of thing?

But his musings were cut short when Ciara suddenly blurted out, "Can you help me train?"

Stunned for a moment, Jake mentally facepalmed. Of course, it’s about training. What else would it be? He chided himself, feeling both relieved and slightly ridiculous. Even if it had been what I imagined, I wouldn’t have accepted, right? After all, he had a quest to focus on, Pokémon to train. Get a grip, Jake, he thought.

As he silently berated his overactive imagination, Jake realised he had been quiet for a moment too long. Ciara was still waiting, almost shy somehow.

Trying to regain his composure, Jake asked, "What... uh, why are you asking me?" The question came out a bit more awkwardly than he intended.

"Look, Jake, I spoke to the Master after our... battle. He said you might be able to help me," Ciara replied quickly.

"Help you? How?" Jake asked, still a bit thrown.

"With Jekyll," she replied, her voice steadier now.

Jake's mind flashed back to their battle, remembering how Ciara and Kaida had recoiled at the sight of his Mimikyu. "Is this about Kaida?" he asked gently.

Ciara nodded, a shadow crossing her face. "I have... a past, in Castellia. I don’t really want to talk about it."

Understanding dawned on Jake. He realised how much a trainer's experiences, even those not directly related to their Pokémon, could affect their Pokémon’s confidence and mental state. It's not just about battles and training, Jake thought. Our personal histories, our emotions—they resonate with our Pokémon too. He wondered if it could work the other way around. People say we start to resemble our pets, he mused, the thought making him smile. He imagined himself taking on traits of Arthrox, his serious and somewhat aggressive Venipede, and had to stifle a laugh at the absurd image.

Jake’s thoughts drifted to his own situation, stranded in this new world. If his feelings of uncertainty or homesickness were too obvious, could they affect his Pokémon negatively? He made a mental note to be mindful of his emotions around them. I need to stay positive, for their sake as well as mine, he resolved. After all, positivity, resilience, and growth were what Pokémon was all about.

Quietly, he asked, "Where’s Kaida now?"

Ciara seemed to flinch at the question, and a hint of shame flickered in her eyes. "She’s with her father, the Master’s Urshifu, for training. She’ll be back in a couple of days."

Jake didn’t hesitate. "Of course, I’ll help," he said earnestly.

"Thanks, Jake. It means a lot." She sighed, almost in relief.

Jake cleared his throat, still a little surprised by Ciara’s vulnerability. "Don’t mention it. I’m happy to help a friend," he offered, trying to lighten the mood.

Ciara leaned back slightly, regaining some of her usual composure. "Friend, you say?" she mused, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. Then she fixed her amber gaze on him. "Alright, I can work with that."

Jake grinned. "Maybe 'friendly rival' suits you better?"

Ciara quirked a smile. "Now that's more like it, rival."

“Hey, sorry I kept you waiting," a gentle voice filled the air.

Siobhan approached them, her bright orange hair shimmering like embers in the pub's dim light, bringing a mix of weariness and energy to her expression. Her green eyes sparkled with a hint of fatigue but mostly excitement, reflecting the warm lighting around them. Dressed in casual clothes accented with her favourite shades of green, she managed to look both practical and uniquely stylish—perfect for her work in the family pub. Her Chikorita perched cheerfully on her shoulder, swishing her leaf around with enthusiasm.

Ciara waved off the apology. "No worries, we were just fine here."

Siobhan gave them both a sceptical look, a grin forming on her lips. "Are you sure about that?" she teased.

"Oh, didn't you hear? We're friendly rivals now," Jake replied with a grin, shooting an amused glance at Ciara.

Siobhan’s giggle was light and melodic. "So, does that make me a friendly rival too?" she asked.

Ciara rolled her eyes, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Not exactly," she countered. "At least I actually like Siobhan." She shot a teasing glance at Jake, her eyes twinkling.

Jake, catching her tone, nudged Siobhan gently. "Ouch... Well, I suppose I don’t need to watch my back around you, at least?"

Siobhan laughed softly, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, don’t be so sure, Jake. I might surprise you when you least expect it."

Jake grinned. “Well then, I’d be honoured to count myself as one of your friendly rivals,” he declared.

Siobhan beamed, her face lighting up. “You’d better be ready.”

Before anyone could add to that, Chikorita, the small leaf Pokémon with a curious, wide-eyed expression, hopped on Siobhan’s shoulder eagerly. She piped up with a cheerful “Chika, Chika!” as if to declare, “I’m a friendly rival too!”

Caught off guard, Jake, Siobhan, and even Ciara exchanged amused glances. A moment of shared understanding passed between them before they all burst into laughter.

Just then, Iggy dashed up to Jake, leaping into his lap with a “Cynda, Quil” as if to say, “I’m ready! Let’s go!” Almost simultaneously, Trixie swooped in with an excited “Emol!” having managed to free herself from her adoring fans.

Jake’s attention briefly wandered to the pub around them. The old-fashioned clock on the wall showed it was half-past seven. The final was set to start at eight. The bar in the centre was already crowded, and more people were jostling for drinks and good spots to view the upcoming event.

Siobhan’s voice broke through Jake’s thoughts. "The match is about to start. Let’s grab our seats," she suggested, her eyes scanning the crowded room. "Dad saved us some spots near the front."

As they wove through the lively crowd, the pub door swung open dramatically, revealing a figure as large in presence as in stature. Symington, Siobhan’s uncle, filled the doorway. Towering and robust, with a broad belly that hinted at many a good meal, he exuded a warmth that seemed to fill the room. His wide, friendly face, framed by a wide-brimmed cowboy hat, was dominated by a large moustache the same fiery orange as his hair. His Pokémon Ranger uniform, snug across his large frame, looked like it was barely containing his larger-than-life personality, with badges and insignia adding to his imposing presence.

Symington’s voice boomed through the pub as he spotted Siobhan, Jake, and Ciara. "Ah, what a night we have ahead of us!" he exclaimed, his deep, resonant voice amplifying the excitement in the air. "Been counting the days for this one, I have!"

He gave Siobhan a playful nudge, a mischievous sparkle in his eye. "Look at you, Siobhan, all grown up and mingling with your friends. Making your old uncle proud!"

Siobhan's cheeks turned a soft pink as she glanced at Jake, then quickly looked away. With a slightly embarrassed smile, she said, "Uncle, you’re going to make me blush in front of everyone. Stop it!"

Jake couldn’t help but grin at her response.

Symington then turned his attention to Ciara, his eyes crinkling with warmth. "And how’s our Ciara? Still training hard with old Mustard?"

Ciara nodded, "Yes, I’m training hard. But there’s always more to learn and improve," she said seriously, her gaze steady.

Symington let out a booming laugh that made his whole frame quiver. "Serious as ever, Ciara!" he bellowed jovially. "But that’s what makes you a fine trainer, isn’t it? Keep at it, lass—you’re bound for great things, no doubt!"

Jake couldn’t help but grin as he reached out for a handshake. "Symington! Great to see you!"

Symington clasped Jake’s hand in his warm, firm grip, his face lighting up with a broad smile. "Ah, young Jake! You’re settling in just like one of the locals," he declared, laughter rumbling through his words.

Jake’s appreciation was clear as he replied, "That’s all thanks to you."

With a hearty wave, Symington brushed off the thanks. "Ah, nothing to it, lad! Just nudged you in the right direction, that’s all." He paused, giving Jake a thoughtful look. "You’ve chosen a grand path, becoming a Pokémon trainer. A fine calling for a young chap like you. Old Mustard’s got you in good hands, no doubt."

Jake replied, "I really appreciate it, Symington. Your words mean a lot.”

Symington gave Jake a hearty clap on the shoulder. "Of course, lad! Now, let’s get ready for the show, eh?" he boomed with a grin. "And what’s a show without a good drink? I’ll fetch them—you lot grab those seats before someone else does!"

With Symington’s words still ringing in their ears, Jake, Ciara, and Siobhan settled into their seats near the screen, their Pokémon by their side. Jake’s eyes were drawn to the pre-match build-up on the television. The setup was almost like the pre-game show of a football match, complete with a host and a panel of pundits. The studio had a sleek, modern look, with a stunning view of Wyndon Stadium as the backdrop.

One of the pundits on the screen was unmistakably Opal, the Fairy-type gym leader from Ballonlea. She certainly stood out. Just like in the games, she appeared as an elderly woman with a dignified air. Her wavy, grayish-white hair was styled neatly, and she wore a long, flowing gown adorned with intricate patterns in shades of pink and purple, which made her look rather out of place next to her sharply dressed colleagues.

Jake listened in, faintly amused but intrigued by what they might say about Leon and Raihan. The conversation was in full swing, with the pundits analysing Leon’s unexpected and dramatic rise to championship status the previous year.

One of the male pundits, speaking with an air of authority, said, "It’s truly unprecedented. The Championship has long been dominated by established gyms, and for a relative newcomer like Leon to not only win but compete again at this level is still a surprise, even a year on."

Another pundit nodded in agreement. "Absolutely. Hammerlocke’s long dominance in the league made it seem unbreakable. For an unknown to come in and shatter that chain—it’s nothing short of remarkable."

Opal leaned forward slightly. "Oh, but don’t forget, dearie, the brightest flowers often sprout in the most unlikely spots. When they do, they can paint the whole garden with their colours."

Opal’s words hung in the air, leaving a tangible pause in the studio. The host, clearly caught off guard, blinked a few times, his expression a picture of confusion. The other pundits, equally baffled, exchanged glances, their faces etched with bewilderment. After a moment that seemed to stretch on, the host, still visibly perplexed, managed a hesitant, "Uh, right then..." He gave Opal another odd look, as if questioning the very fabric of the conversation, before awkwardly steering the discussion onto a new topic.

Jake turned to Ciara and Siobhan, a faint smirk on his face. "Did either of you understand that?" he remarked.

Ciara shrugged, looking nonchalant. "Opal's a great trainer, no doubt, but she’s hard to understand sometimes. Speaks in riddles more often than not."

Siobhan tilted her head, brow furrowed in thought. "I’m not sure, but Opal’s been around a long time, hasn’t she? She’s pretty legendary."

Jake nodded, recalling a bit of history. "Didn’t she used to compete with Mustard? I heard they had a rivalry."

Ciara nodded slowly. "Yeah, that’s true. Mustard defeated her about fifty years ago. Supposedly a legendary battle."

Siobhan added, "Mustard was Champion of Galar for eighteen years before he retired. No one really knows why he stepped down."

Jake’s mind drifted to the stories his friend Josh had shared with him. Mustard lost his first partner Pokémon eighteen years ago; he remembered Josh saying. The loss had hit Mustard hard, and his prowess had faded after that. Jake also recalled another piece of trivia: There was a rumour that the Chairman of the Galar Pokémon League suggested rigging a match in Mustard’s favour. But Mustard chose to retire instead, traveling the world.

He glanced at Ciara and Siobhan, realising they probably knew nothing of this. He decided to keep it to himself for now—it wasn’t his story to tell, and the implications could be significant. His thoughts wandered to the Pokémon League and the Chairman. Jake’s smirk faded as he considered the potential corruption within the League. He knew he’d have to keep an eye out, though it wasn’t entirely clear what timeline he was in, or if it would even follow the Sword & Shield story. The world didn’t have to play by those rules, after all.

With casual curiosity, Jake shifted the conversation. "You know, it’s interesting how the role of a Pokémon Champion varies across regions. In Galar, what exactly does the title mean? I’ve heard it’s quite different from other places."

Ciara looked a bit surprised by the question but nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, it is a bit different, especially for someone from Unova. Over there, the Champion is kind of like a president—they’re involved in political decisions and everything."

Siobhan’s eyes widened. “Really? Why would a Pokémon Champion get involved in politics? That seems so strange.”

Ciara shrugged, unbothered. “I don’t know, that’s just how it was when I was there. It felt weird to me too. Champions are supposed to be trainers, not politicians.”

"Aye, the Champion, eh?" boomed Symington's voice as he returned, balancing a tray of drinks and snacks with the ease of someone who’d done it a thousand times. With a chuckle, he set it down, and the Pokémon immediately perked up. Trixie fluttered down from Jake's shoulder, while Iggy scampered over eagerly. Siobhan's Chikorita hopped off her lap to join the fun, and Maridon shuffled closer, all of them gathering around the tray, nibbling and chattering away, creating a warm, lively scene.

As he handed out drinks to the students, Symington mused aloud, "I get where you're coming from, Ciara. But Galar’s a whole different kettle of fish compared to the rest of Aura." The word 'Aura' caught Jake’s attention, but Symington carried on, his tone thoughtful.

He settled into his seat, his large frame finding comfort with ease. "Here in Galar, being Champion’s a big deal, no doubt—it's a title of honour, carries some weight if you’ve got the popularity and power to back it up. But we keep it separate from the Crown and all that government business. It’s more about the sport, the competition, the spirit of it all, you know?"

Jake listened closely, "In places like Indigo or Unova, the Champion's role often gets mixed up with politics. But not here. In Galar, we like our battles in the stadium and our politics in the council chambers," Symington continued.

Jake found this distinction fascinating, it bore certain similarities to his own country, though again heavily distorted by the presence of Pokémon, and the sheer weight Pokémon training and trainers could have on its own society.

But this is where the cultural differences between earth and the Pokémon world became much more distinct, after all he could not imagine any sports teams, no matter how powerful, being popular enough to literally head up nations. It was a scary prospect to him, but an odd one to Galarians, and perhaps normal to Unovans or Indigoese, if that was the nationality.

The Pokémon world was much more communal, and collaborative in nature than Earth, the presence of Pokémon lending a sense of balance, and even peace, perhaps compared to the more unrestricted nature of humanity on Earth. “Woah, Jake those are some deep thoughts, let’s file this for later.”

The host posed the final question to the pundits, "So, as we approach the final, what are your predictions? Will Leon reign as champion once again?"

One pundit, leaning forward with a sceptical expression, weighed in. "Well, there’s a reason Hammerlocke has been the powerhouse historically. Raihan, though new to his position, has shown some truly destructive potential in his recent battles. He’s a force to be reckoned with when he finds his rhythm, and it’s going to take a lot for Leon to stop him."

The next pundit nodded in agreement. "I agree. Raihan’s got a strong chance, but it all hinges on execution. Dragons are among the strongest Pokémon types on Aura, dominating many regions for a reason. But controlling that power, directing it effectively—that’s the key. If Raihan can do that, he should win, no problem."

Opal leaned in, her eyes twinkling with that familiar mischief. "Oh, but don’t we know, dearie, a lone star sparkles the brightest in the darkest night. And when the flames flicker, it’s often the steadiest light that endures," she said enigmatically.

The host and other pundits paused, their faces a mix of awkwardness and confusion as they tried to make sense of Opal’s cryptic statement. After a brief, somewhat stunned silence, the host shuffled his papers, visibly relieved when he saw the match was about to start. "Well, it looks like it’s time for the battle to begin," he said, a bit too eagerly, as the screen transitioned from the studio’s puzzled faces to a magnificent view of Wyndon Stadium, capturing Jake’s full attention.

The stadium was bustling, packed with a large crowd that, while impressive, was noticeably smaller than what Jake was used to seeing at major sporting events back on Earth. He wondered if this was due to a smaller population in this part of the Pokémon world—another question he filed away for later.

Wyndon Stadium itself was an architectural marvel, its structure featuring a distinctive arch that seemed to be its signature element. Unlike the traditional football pitch Jake had seen in the games—a design choice he found rather strange—the field was an intriguing patchwork of varied terrain. It wasn’t a permanent structure; the land seemed capable of transformation, suggesting advanced technology that allowed the battlefield to change as needed.

As the anticipation in the stadium grew, a spectacular light show began, reminding Jake of some of the World Cup games he remembered. The pitch was shrouded in darkness, pierced by brilliant flashes of light, creating a dazzling spectacle. The atmosphere was electric, excitement and suspense filling the air.

Suddenly, a spotlight illuminated the centre circle, revealing Chairman Rose. The camera zoomed in, giving Jake a closer view. Rose was an imposing figure, with striking dark brown hair streaked with grey that contrasted with his deeply tanned skin. He wore a sharply tailored suit, the dark fabric offset by a crisp white shirt and a distinctive rose brooch, symbolising his name and status. His strong, angular features and neatly trimmed beard framed a broad smile as he stood at the centre of the field, bathed in the spotlight.

Symington scoffed, the sound low and full of clear disdain, his expression hardening in a way Jake hadn’t seen before. It was jarring—Symington, usually so jovial and upbeat, seemed genuinely unsettled by the sight of Rose.

"Ah, that man," Symington muttered, the usual warmth in his voice clouded by a hint of contempt. But catching Jake’s surprised look, he quickly shook his head and tried to brush it off. "Pay it no mind, lad. Just focus on enjoying the match, eh?" he said, a smile returning to his face, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Jake, familiar with Rose's corrupt dealings and the eventual unleashing of Eternatus from the Sword & Shield games, felt a twinge of unease. If this world followed the game's storyline, the fallout could be disastrous.

But then, Jake reminded himself that he wasn’t the protagonist here. In fact, he wasn’t a protagonist at all—just a random fourteen-year-old kid who’d been yanked from his family and dropped into this world without any heroic mission or grand call to action. The thought irritated him. How dare some unknown force pull him into this strange place without even asking?

Jake might have considered it he’d been asked politely. But, no. He’d been dragged here against his will.

So, there wasn’t really a compelling reason for him to get too caught up in the main storyline. Jake wasn’t particularly interested in dealing with it, even if it did unfold the way it did in the games. He could leave that to Gloria or Victor, whoever that unlucky person turned out to be. With that thought, Jake leaned back in his seat, deciding to relax and just enjoy the show.

Chairman Rose’s voice boomed through the microphone with the air of someone who knew exactly how to command a crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen, trainers and Pokémon alike, thank you for joining us on this momentous occasion," he began, his broad smile never wavering.

He then shifted his tone to a more languid one, one hand gesturing gracefully. "Our journey at Macro Cosmos has been one of relentless pursuit towards a better future for Galar," he began. "We have not only pioneered advancements in energy and technology but also reshaped the very infrastructure of our region. From the bustling streets of Motostoke to the beautiful landscapes of Turffield, our efforts have touched every corner of Galar."

He paused, allowing his words to resonate. "Our projects have revolutionised how people and Pokémon coexist. We've built bridges, both literal and metaphorical, connecting communities and fostering a shared spirit of innovation and growth. It's through our dedication to progress that Galar has flourished, becoming a beacon of prosperity and harmony."

Rose's speech seamlessly continued. "And it's this spirit of innovation and excellence that brings us to today's grand event. This tournament isn't just a showcase of Galar's strongest Pokémon and their trainers. It's a celebration of the relentless spirit that drives us all to be better, to reach higher."

"Of course, such grand events as this tournament are not solely the work of one entity. I extend my heartfelt thanks to our sponsors, whose generous contributions have been invaluable. And, we must pay tribute to the Crown, particularly Her Majesty, the Queen, whose personal support has been so instrumental in making this tournament grander with each passing year."

Jake couldn’t help but comment, "He sure loves the sound of his own voice, doesn’t he? Kind of creepy."

Siobhan, seated next to him, nodded in agreement. "Tell me about it. I hope I never have to shake his hand," she said, wrinkling her nose at the thought.

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Ciara chimed in; her gaze fixed on the screen. "If he ever tries to shake my hand, I’ll show him exactly where he can stick it," she said flatly.

This drew a loud giggle from Siobhan, who couldn’t contain her amusement. Nearby, Symington let out a thunderous laugh, his belly quaking like a bowl full of jelly. He leaned back, wiping away tears of laughter, "Oh, I sincerely hope I’m there to see that day!" he exclaimed, his voice booming with glee.

Chairman Rose’s voice crescendoed through the microphone, filling the stadium. "And now, the moment we’ve all been eagerly awaiting! The titans of Galar!" He paused for dramatic effect, the crowd hanging on his every word.

"First, entering from the east gate, the Tamer of Dragons, a force to be reckoned with, a master of strategy and power – Raihan!" The spotlight zeroed in on Raihan as he stepped into view, his trademark style unmistakable. He wore his usual dark, rugged outfit, complete with a cape that billowed behind him—a nod to the dragons he was famous for mastering. With his confident, almost cocky swagger, Raihan lifted a hand to shield his eyes from the light, his signature gesture as he scanned the crowd.

Rose’s voice boomed again. "And now, the man who needs no introduction, the pride of Galar, the Unbeatable Champion – Leon!" The stadium erupted in cheers as Leon emerged, clad in his iconic champion's cloak, its vibrant colours popping brilliantly under the spotlight. His presence commanded attention; he walked with confidence, waving to the crowd, smiling broadly. As he reached the centre circle and faced Raihan, his posture shifted, readying himself for the challenge.

Back in the pub, the atmosphere mirrored the stadium's excitement. Jake noticed Ciara's expression change at the sight of Leon – her eyes were intense, her body taught, a silent but fierce determination.

Rose turned to Raihan with a microphone. "Raihan, you've quickly risen to become a formidable challenger. How do you feel going against the unbeatable Leon in this epic showdown?"

Raihan responded with a confident smirk. "Every trainer dreams of challenging the best, and today, I get that chance. Leon's tough, but so am I. It's time to see if he can keep that 'unbeatable' moniker."

Rose then swung the microphone towards Leon. "Leon, you've defended your title tirelessly. What keeps you motivated to stay on top, and how do you prepare for a battle against a trainer like Raihan?"

"Being a champion is about constantly pushing your limits and inspiring others to do the same. Raihan is a strong trainer; his style keeps me on my toes. That's what makes Pokémon battling so thrilling." Leon said with a smile.

"Both of you are seen as heroes in Galar. How does it feel to carry the hopes of so many, and does that pressure ever become too much?"

Raihan answered casually. "It's an honour to be considered a hero, but at the end of the day, I battle for the thrill of it, not for the fame, though that’s fun too. The pressure? It's just part of the game."

Leon nodded in agreement, adding, "Every battle is a chance to bring joy and excitement to our fans. That's a responsibility I cherish, not a burden."

With the interviews concluded, Rose's expression turning animated as he announced. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you our contenders, it’s the Champions Cup final! It's about to begin, and its LIVE!”

Jake turned to his Pokémon companions. "Trixie, Iggy, Arthrox, come on over. Time to watch the best of Galar," he called out, releasing Arthrox from his Pokéball.

Trixie eagerly flew over to his shoulder, settling down comfortably. To Jake’s amusement, she had somehow managed to snag a small bag of popcorn, which she held tightly. "Thanks for sharing," Jake chuckled, reaching in to grab a piece while giving her a fond scratch on the head.

Iggy and Arthrox found spots on his lap, their eyes fixed on the screen with curiosity. "Watch closely, guys. This is what top-level Pokémon battling looks like," Jake told them. He already knew the outcome from his experience with the games and briefly considered placing a bet, only to realise with an internal sigh that he had nothing to wager.

Suddenly, the audio crackled, interrupting the excited chatter. "Testing," a voice came through, followed by another, "Tested!"

"Folks, let us present your commentators for this evening!" another voice announced.

"That’s right! It’s Jab!"

"And it’s Bab!"

"And what a match we have in store for us tonight!" the voices chimed in unison.

Ciara let out a sigh. "Idiots," she muttered.

Siobhan giggled at the sound. "They’re so ridiculous," she said between laughs.

Wonder how they managed this, Jake thought, his amusement growing.

Symington’s laughter boomed once again. "Ha! Leave it to those lads to stir up a bit of fun," he roared, his eyes crinkling.

Wyndon Stadium was a cauldron of anticipation, the air thick with the charge of Galar’s two greatest trainers about to clash on the grandest stage. The camera panned slowly across the battlefield, giving Jake and the pub’s patrons a view of the terrain. It was rugged and hilly, sprawling out expansively. The field wasn’t cluttered, but a few scattered rocks provided just enough cover for Pokémon to use to their advantage.

A digital countdown appeared on the screen, numbers ticking down and heightening the tension in the pub. Jake leaned forward, his Pokémon perched eagerly beside him, their eyes glued to the screen.

The countdown hit zero, and with a near-ritualistic precision, Leon and Raihan, standing on raised platforms at opposite ends of the battlefield, released their first Pokémon simultaneously.

Raihan’s choice materialised in a burst of light. A Dragon-type Pokémon stood proud, its slimy, amorphous body glistening under the stadium lights. Its expressive eyes scanned the battlefield, letting out a low, rumbling growl, antennae-like feelers twitching in anticipation. A Goodra.

Opposite Goodra, Leon’s Aegislash appeared. The Steel/Ghost-type Pokémon, resembling a sentient sword and shield, hovered ominously. Its blade gleamed sharply, shield form imposing, with an air of impenetrable defence—both regal and intimidating.

On the television, Jab’s voice cut through the tension. "And here they are, folks! Raihan’s gooey powerhouse, Goodra, facing off against Leon’s medieval menace, Aegislash!"

Bab chimed in, "Looks like a battle straight out of a fantasy epic, Jab! Will Raihan’s goo monster conquer, or will Leon’s floating cutlery have the edge?"

The camera panned across the stadium, capturing the excited faces of thousands of spectators. The screen zoomed in on Raihan and Leon, each with calm, focused expressions.

"Let’s not forget, Bab, Aegislash isn’t just ‘floating cutlery.’ It’s a Pokémon that can switch between attacking and defending—a strategic first choice," Jab added.

"True that, Jab! And Goodra has a reputation for being exceptionally durable. This is going to be a clash of resilience!" Bab speculated.

The pub crowd at the Stout Slowpoke watched with bated breath. Jake’s Pokémon, especially Arthrox, seemed to sense the intensity, their eyes locked on the screen.

"And there’s the signal!" Jab announced. "This epic battle between two of Galar’s finest is about to begin!"

Jake watched intently as the camera zoomed in on Goodra. Its sinuous body swayed rhythmically, almost hypnotic, as if it were performing a mystic dance. "Goo, goo, dra!" The chant echoed through the stadium, a haunting melody that seemed to resonate with the very earth. The skies above darkened, thick, churning clouds spiralling into existence, unleashing a torrential downpour. Rain hammered down, soaking the battlefield, transforming the rugged terrain into a gleaming, slick surface. Mud began to swirl, forming rivulets that cut through the ground.

"Look at that, Bab! Goodra’s turned the field into a splash zone!" Jab's voice was electric, carrying the thrill of the moment.

"Absolutely, Jab! That’s a perfectly executed Rain Dance. Goodra’s in its element now, but it’s more than for a love of rain—this is all about what’s coming next!" Bab added, voice sharp with anticipation.

Leon gave a subtle signal. Aegislash responded with eerie precision, its shield component sliding away as if moved by a ghostly hand, revealing the lethal blade within. The sword gleamed ominously, the battlefield lights catching its edge, casting long, jagged shadows. At its heart, a single eye glowed—a baleful, velvet orb that seemed to pierce through the storm.

"Aegislash, shifting forms!" Jab's voice cracked with excitement, the tension in the room almost palpable.

Without warning, Aegislash reappeared from the shadow of a nearby boulder, spectral blade a phantom. It struck with lethal intent; a ghostly assassin ready to deliver a Shadow Sneak attack.

"That’s Aegislash blending into the shadows! It’s like a magician performing the ultimate vanishing act," Jab exclaimed, his excitement infectious.

But Goodra was ready. It surged with vibrant emerald energy, entire being pulsing with raw power. The air crackled as it roared, the sound reverberating like thunder. In a heartbeat, the energy exploded outward, forming a shimmering, translucent barrier around the dragon Pokémon.

Aegislash’s spectral blade, poised to strike, slammed against the barrier. The impact sent a shockwave through the air, but the deadly blade was deflected, force dissipating harmlessly against Goodra's unyielding shield.

Nice try, Aegislash, but Goodra’s not going down that easily, Jake thought, a grin spreading across his face as the crowd around him erupted in cheers

"Would you look at that!" Symington exclaimed, his eyes glued to the screen. "Catching a Shadow Sneak in action—now that's something special! Raihan’s got a sharp eye, reading the shadows like that!"

Raihan’s Goodra reared back, pulsing with electric energy. With a deep, resonant roar, Goodra unleashed a storm of lightning bolts from its gaping maw. Brilliant, relentless, zigzagging across the battlefield in a chaotic dance of blinding white light. The stadium was awash in the searing glow, forcing Jake to squint against the intensity. The crackle of electricity filled his ears, a sharp, buzzing assault that vibrated through his bones.

"Trix," Jake murmured. "Did you see that? One of the strongest electric attacks out there. You’ll surpass it one day, mark my words."

"Emol!" Trixie responded, her usual playfulness replaced by a newfound seriousness, her eyes fixed on the screen.

Aegislash responded in kind, shifting back to its Shield Forme. The metallic surface began to glow, the light reflecting off its polished steel. "This must be King’s Shield," Jake thought, intrigued by the sight.

But then, something unexpected happened. Aegislash began to spin its shield with incredible speed, turning into a blur of metallic light. The spinning shield sliced through the barrage of electricity, repelling the bolts with ease. Sparks flew in every direction, scattering like fireworks, as Aegislash’s defence turned into a dazzling display of speed and precision.

"Turning a King’s Shield into an Autotomize! That’s clever, that is," Jab commented, his voice tinged with admiration. "Leon’s always one step ahead."

"Thunder! A bold choice, but no cigar!" Bab exclaimed.

The pub crowd around Jake held their breath as Aegislash became a blur on the screen. It moved with such velocity that it seemed to slice through the air itself, a fleeting glint of lethal light. In an instant, the blade struck, aiming for Goodra with unstoppable force. Despite Goodra’s thick, resilient hide, a visible gash appeared along its side, wound almost materialising out of nowhere. The dragon Pokémon let out a pained cry, recoiling from the sudden, vicious strike.

That was fast. Almost too fast to follow, Jake thought, his heart racing as the pub crowd erupted into gasps and cheers.

"Did you see that, Jab? A lightning-fast Sacred Sword!" Jab exclaimed.

"A ruthless display from Leon, using Autotomize to such devastating effect. What a move!" Bab commented.

Raihan made a subtle gesture, and immediately, Goodra’s body began to radiate a soft, luminescent energy. A serene aura enveloped the dragon, the air around it shimmering with restorative waves. The Life Dew was about to take effect, healing light spreading like a gentle ripple over the battlefield.

But Leon was faster. With a sharp command, Aegislash was shrouded in a dark, menacing aura. The air twisted and contorted around it, reacting to the sword’s malevolent intent. The shadowy energy surged forward, colliding violently with Goodra’s soothing light. It was a stunning visual clash of light and shadow, the healing energy dimming under the assault of pure Spite.

"Smart," Jake mused, intrigued by the strategy. It’s surprising how versatile some moves can out of the games.

"Look at that, Jab! Just when you think Goodra’s got a moment to breathe, Aegislash swoops in, snatching victory from the jaws of defeat!" Jab crackled through the speakers.

"It really is a brilliant use of Spite! Aegislash isn’t just about brute force; it’s got tricks up its shield," Bab analysed with admiration.

Leon didn’t relent. Aegislash unleashed Metal Sound, an eerie, metallic resonance that echoed through the stadium, a dissonance that seemed to vibrate through the very air. Jake winced, glad he wasn’t in the stadium, feeling the jarring noise cut through him even through the screen.

Goodra was visibly struggling, sluggish and uncertain as the sound waves rippled across the field. The intensity distorted the air, making the stadium seem to waver under the assault. In a desperate move—Raihan’s command almost lost in the chaos—Goodra mustered its strength and hurled a viscous, toxic glob towards Aegislash.

At that critical moment, Aegislash responded with a brilliant beam of light, shooting from the centre of its blade form. The beam cut through the incoming Sludge Bomb with precise accuracy, slicing it cleanly mid-air. The resulting explosion of toxic sludge was spectacular, vibrant lights and shadows dancing across the screen. Jake could almost feel the reverberation of the blast, imagining the crowd’s collective gasps and cheers as the attack was neutralised in a dazzling display.

"Flash Cannon! What a move! Did you see that, Bab? It cut right through!" Jab said electric with excitement.

As the smoke and debris cleared, the battlefield came back into focus. Both Pokémon were visibly exhausted, their movements slow and heavy. Yet Aegislash still hovered, its blade form emitting a faint, determined glow. Goodra, however, struggled to remain upright, its legs trembling before it finally collapsed to the ground, completely out cold.

"And there you have it! Aegislash stands—well, floats, I should say—tall! What a match!" Bab exclaimed, resonating with the crowd’s roar of approval.

But the battle was far from over. Raihan, unshaken by Goodra’s defeat, was already calling forth his next Pokémon. With a flourish, Turtonator materialised onto the field. It was an intimidating sight—its massive shell bristling with spikes that crackled with latent energy. The dragon’s fierce glare and aggressive stance sent a wave of anticipation through the crowd, so intense that Jake could almost feel it through the screen.

"Look at the size of that Turtonator!" Jab’s voice echoed Jake’s thoughts. "Raihan’s not messing around!"

Leon undeterred, gestured towards Aegislash, and within moments, a spectral orb formed, a swirling mass of dark energy that hurtled towards Turtonator. But Raihan was prepared. The stadium suddenly blazed with brilliant sunlight, air growing hot as the rain ceased, the ground beginning to dry under the intense rays. Raihan’s weather strategy had shifted. The Shadow Ball struck Turtonator, but its shield, now radiant under the artificial sun, absorbed the impact with ease, the dragon unscathed.

"Did you see that? Sunny Day just powered up Turtonator!" Bab, full of astonishment.

Aegislash responded swiftly, gleaming brightly as it gathered light around its blade. With a sharp release, it shot a focused beam of energy—the Flash Cannon—towards Turtonator, illuminating the battlefield as it cut through the air.

Turtonator’s response was nothing short of spectacular. With surprising agility for its size, it dodged the beam, twisting its massive body before unleashing a colossal eruption of flames. The fiery vortex it created engulfed Aegislash in an instant.

Even through the screen, Jake could almost feel a surge of heat, imagining the scorching air that must have swept over the stadium.

"That was an enormous Fire Blast by Turtonator!" Jab exclaimed, shocked by the power of it.

As the flames began to dissipate, the aftermath was revealed. Aegislash, once formidable and resolute, floated weakly, energy visibly drained, flickering as if struggling to stay in the battle. But it was too much. Overwhelmed by the sheer power of Turtonator’s attack, the spectral Pokémon finally succumbed, fading as it collapsed in defeat.

Incredible... That Turtonator is a beast, Jake thought, his heart still racing from the sheer intensity of the exchange.

"And Aegislash is down! Turtonator's fire power is just too much!" Bab concluding Leon's loss in this round. The camera focused a close-up on Raihan, who was visibly delighted, but kept his calm.

Jake was utterly enthralled. This is nothing like the games, he thought furiously. The intensity of live-action battles was far beyond anything he could have expected. It was an eye-opener—no wonder the locals revolved their lives around Pokémon. This was completely insane; nothing on Earth could compare to it.

Suddenly, Jake felt something stir within him. Back home, he was just an average kid with vague dreams and aspirations that always seemed distant, something for the future. But here, in this extraordinary world, he was face-to-face with what kids only dreamt of. An opportunity unlike any other—a chance to be part of something he had only navigated through a screen.

An opportunity of a lifetime, of a universe.

He looked over at his Pokémon companions: Trixie, her eyes glued to the action, his lovable and spirited Emolga perched on his shoulder; Arthrox, focused intensely on the screen, his reliable and loyal Venipede; and Iggy, awed by the power of Turtonator, his young and eager Cyndaquil, full of potential. He thought of Jekyll—even he would pay attention to this, who was only now beginning to find a purpose.

His hand brushed over the surface of a Pokéball, feeling its now-familiar, smooth curve. In that moment, a decision crystallised within him. He would embrace this path—the path of a Pokémon trainer.

Jake was uncertain of how far he could go; his ultimate goal of returning home remained. But he vowed to immerse himself fully in this incredible place. In his heart, he made a silent oath to Arceus—this time with genuine reverence and gratitude for creating this world—that he wouldn’t just participate; he would challenge. He would stand in a stadium and face these great trainers head-on.

This wasn’t a fantasy anymore; it was real. He was here, and it wouldn’t be just a stroll—it would be a stride.

Leon sent out his next Pokémon, determination clear on his face. Haxorus. Towering over the battlefield, the beast stood tall with a muscular, draconic frame, scales shimmering like polished obsidian under the arena lights.

The tusks jutting from its jaw, reminiscent of ancient weapons, curved and menacing, their deadly sharpness.

Haxorus's eyes blazed with a predatory glare, a deep, guttural roar escaping its throat. The aura around it fierce, almost tangible, air rippling with the intensity of its rage. With a ground-shaking thud, it lunged forward, closing the distance to Turtonator in a single, powerful stride.

Turtonator braced itself, taking the blow squarely on its shielded back. The force of the impact was immense, evident in the way Turtonator staggered under the assault. Yet, it held its ground, absorbing the damage. Resilient.

"Wow, look at Haxorus go! That Outrage is relentless!" Jab echoed in Jake's ears, thick with excitement.

"Turtonator's not backing down, absorbing the hit like a champ!" Bab added.

With a swift turn, Turtonator retaliated, unleashing another enormous Fire Blast. The flames burst forth with incredible intensity, engulfing Haxorus in a blazing inferno. But Haxorus, driven by its Outrage, battled through the flames, its relentless attack unyielding despite the searing heat. The inability to dodge the flames, however, took its toll, leaving the dragon badly scorched.

The pub around Jake hushed with collective gasps, the crowd transfixed by the ferocity of the exchange. Some patrons leaned forward, eyes wide, while others held their breath, all caught up in the intensity of the battle.

Haxorus, undeterred, stomped its heavy foot onto the ground with tremendous force. The stadium floor vibrated violently, tremors rippling across the field. Turtonator, sensing the danger, retracted into its shell. The moment Haxorus's attack made contact, the trap was sprung.

An explosion of unprecedented magnitude erupted from Turtonator’s shell, bright, fiery waves of energy radiating outward in a maelstrom of heat and light. Rocks and debris were hurled in all directions, a chaotic whirl of destruction. A protective energy shield shimmered around the edges of the stadium, safeguarding the crowd, the shield sparkling like a dome of stars under the assault of the debris.

"And there's the Shell Trap! Raihan was ready for that Earthquake!" Jab boomed.

"The field's taking a beating, but what a move by Raihan!" Bab chimed in.

As the smoke and debris from the explosion slowly settled, the battlefield came into view. Haxorus lay on the ground, defeated, the combined toll of the battle and the massive explosion too much for it to withstand. Turtonator, though still standing, was visibly exhausted, its breathing heavy and laboured.

"The power of that Shell Trap was unbelievable! Haxorus is down!" Jab exclaimed.

What a showdown, Jake thought, his heart still pounding from the intensity of the clash. The pub erupted in cheers, the tension breaking as the crowd celebrated the breathtaking display of power and strategy.

Turtonator, victorious but pushed to its limits, slumped to the ground, its energy spent. The pub launched into cheers and sympathetic groans, patrons animatedly discussing the battle, their voices a blend of shock, respect, and excitement.

"That’s it for this round! Both Pokémon have given their all!" Bab declared, wrapping up the round.

Jake sat back, his heart still racing from the spectacle. The level of strategy and power on display was incredible. Raihan’s Turtonator had been a real force of nature, and Leon’s choices had been bold and aggressive.

"This is unbelievable!" Siobhan exclaimed, her eyes wide with excitement.

"Are all battles like this?" Jake asked, caught up in the moment.

"Not at all," Siobhan replied, shaking her head.

Ciara added, "It really depends. On the trainers, their Pokémon... a lot of factors come into play."

Symington chuckled, leaning in with a grin. "I once saw a battle where two trainers sent out their Metapods against each other. All they did was harden up the whole time!"

Siobhan’s eyes widened in disbelief. "That must have taken forever!"

Ciara grimaced. "That’s a battle I’d never want to see."

Symington burst out laughing, his hearty laugh filling the air. "Ah, don’t worry, you won’t see that sort of thing at this level. But you’d be amazed at what some rookie trainers will try!" His laughter was infectious, lifting the mood as the crowd’s attention shifted back to the screen.

The field began to transform, the ground descending and disappearing beneath the surface, replaced by a foetid marsh complete with water features and soggy, uneven ground. Jake shuddered involuntarily, remembering his own arduous trek through a marsh—the squelch, the Stunfisk, the dampness seeping through his shoes—all still fresh in his mind.

The radio in the pub crackled to life. "This has got to be one of the greatest battles Galar has seen," Jab exclaimed.

"We’re witnessing the two best trainers in Galar. I’m not sure what on Aura can come close to this," Bab added.

Aura... that word again, Jake thought, cocking his head, trying to make sense of the term. He recalled something from the anime—Jake hadn’t really watched it, but Josh had, religiously.

Aura, the living essence of everything in the Pokémon world. Josh had described it as something that let humans use powers not too different from Pokémon. Jake shook his head, trying to piece it together, something at the edge of his mind bothering him. What on earth could it mean to use it in that context? Then it struck him. What on Aura? Aura wasn’t just the energy; it was the name of the world itself. Aura, the Pokémon planet. Jake smiled to himself at the revelation, thinking, This is new. Josh would’ve been so stoked to know this.

The trainers readied their next Pokémon, Leon sending out Seismitoad, a bulky, amphibian-like Pokémon with mottled, warty skin that seemed perfectly at home in the marshy terrain. Its form squatted, ready to leap or launch an attack at a moment’s notice.

Raihan countered with his Flygon, the dragon/ground-type Pokémon emerging with a graceful, almost serpentine motion. Its wings buzzed softly, stirring the marshy air as it hovered above the soggy ground, unaffected.

Flygon began the battle, wings humming as it tried to stir up the sand and dust around them. But the marshy field betrayed it, turning the intended sandstorm into a muddied mess. The sand, soggy and heavy, failed to rise into the blinding fury Flygon intended. Instead, clumps of wet mud flew through the air, unpleasant for everyone except the toad Pokémon.

"Looks like Flygon's Sandstorm isn't quite cutting it in these marshy conditions," Jab’s voice crackled through the audio.

Seismitoad appeared unfazed, almost content, though its impassive face made it hard to read. It moved with surprising grace, hopping from one marshy islet to the next, steadily closing in on Flygon. Suddenly, one of the bumps on its head vibrated intensely before spurting a sickly-looking liquid straight at Flygon. The dragon Pokémon recoiled as the noxious fluid made contact, quickly seeping into its skin.

"And Seismitoad turns the tables with Toxic! Flygon is definitely feeling that one," Bab analysed, his voice tinged with concern.

Flygon tried to counter, claws glowing with energy as it swooped down, aiming a powerful Dragon Claw at Seismitoad. But the toad Pokémon, remarkably agile in the marsh, dodged with ease. The mud in the air clogged Flygon’s compound eyes, its attempts to clear them futile.

"Seismitoad's agility is just too much for Flygon in this environment right now," Jab commented.

Seismitoad seized the moment, its fist glowing with a blue energy. It struck Flygon with a powerful punch, the impact not just dealing damage but siphoning strength from the dragon.

"A Drain Punch with poisonous mucous is not the massage treatment I’d recommend!” Jab quipped.

“That’s a deadly combo from Seismitoad!" Bab exclaimed, clearly impressed.

With a deep, resonant croak, Seismitoad coiled its muscular legs, gathering strength. Then, in a burst of speed, it lunged forward, spitting a streamlined projectile—a swirling torrent of water in a narrow, highly pressurised cone. Flygon, already weakened by the toxic and draining attacks, had no chance to react. The water blast struck with full force, sending Flygon tumbling backward through the air before it crashed heavily into the wet ground, defeated and motionless.

Leon watched with satisfaction; his confidence unshaken. In contrast, Raihan’s expression was one of surprise, but there was a small grin on his face, a glimmer of respect for the powerful move that had taken down his Pokémon.

"And there it is! Liquidation finishes it! What a match!" Jab's voice echoed through the pub, followed by a chorus of cheers and claps from the patrons.

Seismitoad stood victorious, chest rising and falling with the effort of the battle. Jake had been impressed by how skilfully Seismitoad had navigated the marshy terrain. "It’s really something, seeing how in reality, the terrain affects moves like Sandstorm. Pokémon battles are never the same, are they? The land, the weather... they’re game-changers in how we use moves."

With a confident flourish, Raihan released his next Pokémon, Duraludon. The imposing creature, reminiscent of a metal skyscraper, stood tall on the field, its sleek, gunmetal grey panels gleaming under the bright stadium lights. Its piercing, steely gaze fixed intently on Seismitoad.

In a surprising turn, Leon withdrew Seismitoad, the amphibian disappearing into its Pokéball in a flash of red light. The pub crowd murmured in anticipation as Leon sent out his iconic choice—Charizard. Emerging onto the marshy field with a powerful roar, its orange scales gleamed, and the flames at the end of its tail flickered intensely. Its wings spread wide, muscles rippling under smooth scales, eyes burning with fiery intensity.

Raihan and Leon, almost in unison, pressed a button on a small device on their wrists that began to glow with energy. The devices vibrated, pulsating as energy coursed through their veins—a visible flow of power traveling from the ground, through the trainers, into their Pokéballs. Each trainer seemed to shudder at the sensation.

"Both trainers are going for Dynamax! This is going to be epic!" Jab’s voice crackled over the pub’s speakers.

Bab added, "The energy in the stadium must be off the charts right now."

The Pokéballs in the trainers’ hands vibrated intensely, growing in size, the energy within them almost tangible. With a dramatic flourish, Raihan and Leon re-released their Pokémon. Duraludon, already impressive in size, grew into an even more colossal form, its metallic body shimmering and reflecting the stadium lights. It roared, the sound reverberating throughout the stadium.

At the same time, Charizard grew, its flames intensifying, casting a fiery glow over the marshy field. Its wings expanded, now massive and imposing, flapping slowly and creating gusts of wind that sent ripples across the water. Charizard’s roar matched Duraludon’s in ferocity.

"Look at the size of Charizard!" Jab’s voice boomed over the speakers. "Leon’s really bringing the heat now!"

"And Duraludon—it’s a walking skyscraper!" Bab added.

The epic finale of the championship match commenced under a star-studded night sky, stadium lights casting an ethereal glow over the battlefield. Duraludon let out a thunderous roar, its body freezing for a moment as it tapped into the marshy ground beneath. The earth beneath it began to crack and heave as massive boulders, unearthed from the depths of the marsh, rose up around the steel dragon. With a mighty swing of its solid steel tail, Duraludon sent the boulders hurtling toward Charizard. The air whistled ominously as the massive rocks sliced through it, casting fast-moving shadows over the field.

Jab’s voice echoed through the stadium, electrified with excitement, "And there’s Stone Edge! Look at those boulders fly!"

Jake leaned in closer, whispering to Iggy, "Watch closely, little one. You’ll be facing moves like these one day." Iggy's eyes were glued to the screen, her little body tense with anticipation.

Leon signalled Charizard for a counterattack. The fire-flying Pokémon, now towering in its Dynamax form, reared back, its chest swelling with energy. With a mighty flap of its colossal wings, Charizard unleashed an enormous Air Slash, a massive, razor-sharp gust of wind. The gust roared across the battlefield, its force causing ripples in the marshy water below. It collided with the incoming boulders, the wind shearing through the rocks with ease. The boulders shattered into dust upon impact, cascading down like a rain of stone.

Jab’s voice boomed over the stadium, filled with awe, "Incredible! Charizard’s Air Slash just turned those boulders into pebbles! What power!"

Bab added, "That’s the agility and strength of Charizard for you! Training a Pokémon like this doesn’t happen overnight. We’re witnessing years of effort and practice in the making."

But Duraludon wasn’t done. The massive steel Pokémon coiled its frame, gathering momentum. With a surge of energy, it launched itself forward, its entire body into a living projectile. Hard and pointed like a missile, aimed directly at Charizard. The marshy ground quaked under its immense weight as it charged, a trail of disrupted earth and water in its wake.

Jab’s voice crackled through the speakers, thick with anticipation, "Here comes Duraludon, charging like a freight train! Look at the power in that approach!"

Bab’s analysis followed, "Duraludon’s using its full weight and metal body to its advantage. It’s a living battering ram in action. Charizard’s going to have a tough time withstanding this!"

Charizard responded, its body glowing with a mystical aura. The marshy ground trembled, and rocks, imbued with the primal energy of ages past, began to rise. These stones swirled in an orbit around Charizard, glowing with an ethereal light. With a commanding roar, Charizard directed this maelstrom of rocky projectiles at the charging Duraludon. The rocks, like guided missiles, whirled through the air with incredible speed, colliding with Duraludon’s metallic body. Each impact resonated through the stadium, the ancient energy disrupting Duraludon’s momentum and effectively halting its formidable charge.

The stadium erupted into gasps and cheers, the crowd on the edge of their seats as the titanic clash unfolded before them. Jake could feel the tension in the air, the sheer power of the battle seeping through the screen.

In the pub, a collective hush fell over the crowd, only to be shattered by an eruption of cheers that filled the air. The patrons were on their feet, eyes glued to the screen, the intensity of the moment sweeping everyone up. Jake, too, was caught in the excitement, but his mind was racing.

"Pokémon moves are so versatile," Jake mused, almost to himself. He recalled how, in the games, he’d often just pick the super effective move and charge ahead—all offense, no hesitation. "Going for the super effective hit isn’t enough. Timing, and the application of moves are much more important.”

Determined to regain momentum, Raihan pointed furiously, shouting a command. His colossal steel Pokémon’s claws began to glow, the air around them humming with intense energy, light pulsating with raw power. With a swift, fluid motion that belied its massive size, Duraludon’s claws sliced through the air at terrifying speed. The impact was monumental, a thunderous boom echoing through the stadium. Even in its Dynamaxed state, Charizard reeled from the force, momentarily thrown off balance.

Jab’s voice captured the thrill of the moment. "And there’s the Dragon Claw! Duraludon showing the fury of a dragon!"

Bab chimed in with admiration. "That was a perfectly executed Dragon Claw. Raihan’s timing was impeccable, striking right when Charizard was off balance. Moves like these show why he’s one of the top trainers!"

Sensing a pivotal moment, Leon thrust out his arm, his determination unwavering. Charizard, with a deep, resonating roar, reared back, its chest glowing with fiery energy. Then, in a spectacular display, it unleashed a colossal Fire Blast, a roaring inferno that dwarfed the battlefield. The flames, shaped like a 大, surged forward with terrifying force, an ocean of fire cascading toward Duraludon.

The heat was so intense that the air around it distorted, flames hungrily licking at Duraludon’s metallic body. The steel Pokémon cried out in pain as the unbearable heat began to melt its once-impenetrable exterior, its defences crumbling under the relentless assault.

"Duraludon is engulfed! That Fire Blast was monstrous!" Bab shouted, his voice a blend of shock and awe.

In the pub, the crowd collectively gasped, eyes wide at the spectacle unfolding before them. Trixie, perched on Jake’s shoulder, watched with an unfamiliar intensity, her usual playfulness replaced by serious focus. Arthrox, his antennae completely still, was fixated on the screen, his eyes almost glaring with concentration. But it was Iggy who was most captivated, the light of the fire reflecting off her face as she looked up in awe, almost in reverence.

As the inferno began to wane, Duraludon’s towering form shrank back to its normal size, the intense heat having taken a visible toll. Duraludon’s metallic body, once sleek and shiny, was now scorched and warped, patches glowing red-hot, molten metal dripping onto the marshy ground. The steel Pokémon let out a pained, almost whining roar, resonating with metallic agony. Its legs buckled under its own weight, and with a final, laboured breath, it collapsed to the ground.

In the pub, a hushed silence fell over the crowd, followed by a burst of applause for the intense battle. Jake watched, heart racing with adrenaline.

On screen, Leon stood tall amidst the fading flames, the silhouette of Charizard extending behind him. The cheers of the crowd echoed around the stadium, and no doubt across the rest of Galar. The camera panned around him, standing with a fist pumped towards the sky, his cape billowing as he celebrated—to the flame, to the glory, and to victory.