"Alright, your ID registration and Pokémon data have been successfully entered. Next, please choose your battle field," said Nurse Joy skillfully, pulling out a small spinning wheel from beneath the counter.
How primitive, thought Silas, subconsciously licking his dry lips.
The wheel was evenly divided into four sections Water, Grass, Ice, and Rock representing the four preliminary arenas.
To reach the Main Stadium, a trainer had to win across all four of these venues.
The wheel spun rapidly, the pointer flicking across each section in turn until it stopped on Ice Field.
"Then, your first battle field will be the Ice Field. The match time and opponent information will be sent to your Pokégear this afternoon at 1 p.m. Please make sure to check it carefully and don't miss your battle time."
Nurse Joy entered the results into the computer and reminded Silas with a polite smile.
The opponent matchups couldn't be determined until the main round qualifiers that morning had ended, so notifications would only be sent out later.
Silas thanked her, turned, and prepared to leave.
Waiting nearby, Yezo, who had finished his registration a bit earlier, walked up.
"My first field's Rock Field. Guess that means we won't be meeting each other in this stage."
This round's elimination system was closer to a grouped knockout format.
Simply put, the 1,024 trainers who advanced to the official rounds were divided into four groups of 256.
Your first battle field determined which group you belonged to.
Each group would then battle within itself through the four venues' elimination rounds.
After all matches, only sixteen trainers from each group would remain forming the Top 64 who advanced to the Main Stadium.
For trainers like Silas and Yezo, who had already achieved ten consecutive wins and came to register early, the advantage was that each group still had open spots.
They wouldn't face the unlucky situation of being told that a certain field was already full and being forced into another group.
"I wonder if we'll get a 'Group of Death' this year," Hazakura said as they walked toward the cafeteria together.
That term was easy to understand — with such a random selection method, there was always a chance that many strong trainers could end up in the same group.
It wasn't unheard of for twenty or thirty trainers ranked within the top fifty to be placed together in a previous tournament.
Of course, the Pokémon League would intervene slightly during opponent assignments to prevent the top-seeded favorites from clashing too early.
Still, for trainers hovering around the qualifying threshold, being placed in such a group made advancing much harder — they'd need some good luck to survive.
When a "Group of Death" appeared, though, it was always a treat for the audience.
That meant unpredictability — no one knew whether some lucky underdog might break through into the Top 64.
"Doesn't matter if there is or not," Silas replied calmly. "As long as I keep winning, that's all that matters."
Yezo shook his head. "Easy for you to say. If you run into one of the top ten ranked trainers, your odds of winning drop fast."
With a single-elimination format, even the strongest couldn't afford to relax. One loss meant total elimination no second chances.
The two chatted as they ate breakfast.
"Good luck, see you in the main rounds."
Before parting ways, they gave each other a small nod of encouragement.
Back in his room, Silas sat quietly on the sofa, adjusting his state of mind.
The unlit room was dim and silent.
After some time, a soft notification beep sounded from his Pokégear.
Silas Alaric vs. Nora Summers(3v3 Match)
Date: March 12 (Today)
Time: 3:00 PM
Venue: Ice Field, Sub-Arena No. 3
Rules: Standard 3-on-3
(Please arrive before 2:30 PM to complete pre-battle checks with the referee and staff.)
Looking at the information, Silas felt a little restless. Another hour or two to wait, huh…
He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again the irritation had already faded.
Nora Summers. Predicted ranking: No. 689.
Her main Pokémon: Vileplume, Nidoqueen, Slowbro, Ariados, Beautifly, and Venomoth.
Silas recalled her data an opponent that shouldn't pose much trouble.
The first battle's on Ice Field… so the three I'll use should be those ones, he thought.
"Well then… let's go."
His voice echoed softly through the empty room.
Ice Field, Sub-Arena No. 3
"Alright! We can now see Mato's Froslass and Natsumi's Weavile locked in a dazzling offensive showdown!"
"Oh no—Froslass seems to be in pain! Was that a critical hit from Weavile?"
"Weavile, known as the Sharp Claw Pokémon, is a superb predator. Striking vital spots is a natural talent for Dark-type Pokémon like it!"
"Wait—Froslass counterattacks! A close-range strike catches Weavile completely off guard! Froslass's Ice Fang lands squarely on Weavile's leg! That thick ice buildup will definitely hamper its agility!"
Silas leaned against the wall of the trainer's tunnel, listening to the roaring commentary and the crowd's cheers from the arena outside.
These commentators really had it tough — fifteen days straight, sixteen matches per day per field. Even with rotations, that had to be exhausting.
Somehow, his thoughts drifted again.
For a tournament like the Indigo Plateau Conference, live commentary was essential — it helped both the live audience and the viewers at home understand the battles. Most weren't expert trainers; they only knew the basics about Pokémon.
Commentators mainly explained each Pokémon's species, habits, and move effects and helped build excitement.
Unlike traditional sports back in his previous life, the trainers and Pokémon here could actually hear the commentary during their battles.
Those with weak mental focus might even get thrown off rhythm because of it.
"Hi! You're Silas Alaric, right? I'm Nora Summers your opponent."
A lively female voice spoke from beside him.
Snapping out of his thoughts, Silas turned toward her and nodded silently.
The atmosphere instantly became awkward.
So cold, Nora thought, forcing a polite smile despite the chilliness. Dressed in a confident, almost mature style, she had expected at least a little friendly conversation from this famous young prodigy but apparently, she was wrong.
Deciding there was no point continuing, she stayed quiet.
The tunnel once again filled only with the distant cheers and the booming voice of the commentator.
"Alright! That concludes today's fourth match on the Ice Field! The winner is Mato from Daitsu City!
Let's also give a round of applause to Natsumi for that amazing performance. We look forward to seeing even greater battles from her in the future!
Now, everyone please take a short break our next match's trainers are already in position.
Once the field is restored, we'll be ready for another spectacular battle!"
As the commentator wrapped up, a new wave of applause erupted from the stands.
"Good luck," Silas suddenly said softly, breaking his long silence before following the staff out toward the arena.
"Ah—right, you too!" Nora replied quickly, caught slightly off guard.
What's that supposed to mean? Was that encouragement… or arrogance?
Did he just tell her "good luck" because he was already sure of his victory?
Clenching her fists, she had the urge to punch him right in the face.
How could such a cold, indifferent attitude come from a boy with such a handsome face? She had expected someone that good-looking to at least be friendly.
What a waste of that face.
Muttering complaints about Silas under her breath, Nora followed the staff out of the tunnel.
"Oh! Now we can see both competitors for the fifth match entering the field! Let's give them a big round of applause!"
The commentator's passionate voice boomed across the arena.
"On the blue side, I'm sure everyone recognizes him by now — our Tourch Runner from Viridian City, Silas Alaric!
He achieved an impressive ten-match winning streak during the preliminaries. Though young, his strength should never be underestimated.
He has also participated in several official Kanto Gym events—"
"AHHHHHH!"
Before the commentator could even finish, the arena exploded with deafening cheers.
Silas even spotted some fans waving banners with his name printed on them.
"The battle rules have already been explained to both of you. If there are no further questions, please get ready — the match begins in three minutes."
Taking advantage of the short break during the commentary, the referee confirmed details with both trainers once more.
After receiving clear responses, he returned to his position.
"Both trainers are now ready and standing on their respective platforms!" The commentator continued, still as energetic as ever — Silas was honestly worried the man's mouth might fall off.
He shifted his gaze to the arena in front of him — the Ice Field.
The League's Ice Field was a massive frozen landscape, with patches of icy rock scattered across the terrain and floating chunks of ice drifting on shallow pools of water.
For many Pokémon, even moving around on this surface could be a major challenge, drastically affecting their performance.
"Ice Field, Day 1, Match 5: Silas Alaric versus Nora Summers — 3-on-3 Battle!
Each side may switch Pokémon once.
Victory is declared when all of one side's Pokémon are unable to battle!"
Raising the red and blue flags in his hands, the referee briefly explained the rules.
"Both sides, send out your Pokémon! The battle begins!"
As his arms swung down, the opening signal sounded.
"Beautifly, take the stage gracefully!"
"Rule the skies, Pidgeot!"
Flashes of red light erupted from both sides as the two Pokémon appeared on the battlefield.
"Alright, the battle has officially begun!
Trainer Nora Summers has sent out Beautifly, a Pokémon native to the Hoenn region!
This Pokémon isn't very common here in Kanto. Its base form, Wurmple, is often compared to local species like Caterpie and Weedle.
What's special about Wurmple is that during its first evolution, it has a 50-50 chance of evolving into either Silcoon or Cascoon, which then respectively evolve into Beautifly a Bug and Flying-type Pokémon or Dustox, a Bug and Poison-type Pokémon.
And Trainer Silas has sent out Pidgeot, the final evolved form of Pidgey, also known as the Guardian Bird of Kanto!
According to official data, its maximum flight speed can easily exceed Mach 2!"
The commentator's rapid-fire narration filled the air thorough, but mostly for the audience's benefit.
Of course, the two trainers in the arena weren't paying attention; they were already locked into their strategies.
"Air Slash!"
"Air Cutter!"
Their opening commands came almost simultaneously.
Dozens of shimmering blades of air collided midair, producing sharp metallic clangs.
"Ascend!" ordered Nora.
She had no choice — the difference in power was obvious. A quasi–Elite-class Pidgeot's Air Slash was far stronger than a Advance-level Beautifly's Air Cutter.
Within just a second or two, the wind blades on Nora's side shattered under the pressure.
For Beautifly, a Bug/Flying-type, Flying-type attacks like Air Slash dealt double damage. With its limited endurance and defensive ability, even taking one solid hit might end the match.
"Gust."
Silas's tone remained calm as he ordered a follow-up long-range attack.
Getting close was not an option.
Despite its elegant appearance, Beautifly's temperament was anything but gentle — it was aggressive, short-tempered, and quick to anger. Its long, needle-like proboscis could strike with precision and force comparable to a Beedrill's stinger.
"Pidgeot!"
Flapping its powerful wings, Pidgeot whipped up a raging storm that tore across the icy field toward Beautifly.
"Dance with the wind!" Nora called out cryptically, her voice firm despite the odds.
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