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Two days passed in a flash. During this time, Lorelei and Gary were cooped up in the house for an entire day.
Afterward, Lorelei, with a strange expression, took Starmie and Slowbro to train.
In Lorelei's words, Gary's tactical talent was absolutely the most top-notch since the establishment of the League… it was just a little 'dirty.'
Gary haughtily declared, "This is called tactical thinking… which tactician has a clean heart anyway?"
On the day of the Master Tournament…
Gary and Lorelei arrived at the Battle Tower in Vermilion City half an hour early.
Looking at the towering building before him, Gary couldn't help but exclaim, "Vermilion City certainly spares no expense on its battle facilities!"
"After all, it's a port city; its economy isn't comparable to inland cities," Lorelei calmly explained.
Gary looked at Lorelei and encouraged her, "Well then, Sister Lorelei, good luck with the match! I'm looking forward to seeing you win."
Lorelei smiled slightly and pushed up her glasses, "I have no intention of losing."
Her cold and sharp gaze suddenly changed Lorelei's aura, and the sound of her high heels hitting the ground was like the beating of war drums.
Lorelei smoothed her burgundy hair and handed Gary the pre-prepared VIP seat card, also known as the 'friends and family' pass: "Let's go eat seafood after the match."
"Okay!" Gary took the card and watched Lorelei, wearing sunglasses, enter the Battle Tower through the Trainers' entrance on the other side.
Looking at the massive queue of people waiting to enter on the other side, Gary raised an eyebrow, "So, this is the advantage of the friends and family section."
Holding the golden VIP card, Gary smoothly entered the arena directly through the VIP aisle.
Upon entering the Battle Tower, a hostess in a qipao immediately stepped forward and politely led Gary through the corridor to a VIP box.
It had a spacious sofa, a quiet environment, floor-to-ceiling windows that wrapped around the entire room, and the perfect vantage point directly above the arena, offering a complete overview of the entire match.
Not only that, but it was also equipped with a refrigerator and a wine cabinet, and seasonal fresh fruit was placed on the table.
Gary nodded, satisfied, and sat down.
The etiquette lady pushed a dining cart into the box: "Coffee or tea? Iced juice and other beverages are in the refrigerator, and there's beer and whiskey in the wine cabinet."
"A cup of black tea, please, thank you." Holding the black tea, he took an elegant sip. Gary's demeanor instantly made the etiquette lady's heart pound.
Waving his hand to signal the staff to leave, Gary took out his poké ball and released all his Pokemon.
The whole family of Pokemon looked at Gary curiously.
"Watch the match carefully later; this is an Elite-level battle, and it will be beneficial for all of you," Gary explained, sipping his black tea.
Eevee, Growlithe, and Rhydon, the 'obedient trio,' all nodded in unison.
Scyther stared at the fresh fruit on the table, wiped its mouth, and looked at Gary: Shu~? (What did you say, boss?)
Ever since Charmeleon evolved, his personality had become rather aloof. This guy took a bottle of bourbon whiskey, a single malt no less, from the wine cabinet.
He sat on the floor by the floor-to-ceiling window, half-lying there, comfortably took two gulps of alcohol, then half-closed his eyes and began to doze off… Gary originally wanted to grumble a bit about Charmeleon, but after thinking about it, he decided to let him be, as this child's execution during battle was absolutely obedient to Gary.
Moreover, strong liquor can indeed increase the speed of flame combustion, which, for Fire-type Pokemon, is equivalent to a form of internal and external training.
Compared to a certain someone's Charmeleon that completely slacked off after evolving, his own was at most a "rebellious child in their rebellious phase"… Whoosh! In the arena, a thunderous cheer erupted, and even in the box, Gary could feel the excitement of the scene. It seemed the match was about to begin.
After all, the Master Tournament is a battle of wits between top-tier Trainers, and its excitement is unimaginable.
Basically, every Master Tournament attracts countless Pokemon enthusiasts who vie to watch, and it's not an exaggeration to call it a party for fervent battle fans.
"Ladies and gentlemen! All Pokemon fans, this Master Challenge Tournament is about to begin! Next up is the Trainers' entrance! Where are your screams?!"
Accompanied by the host's shouts, the cheers from the audience echoed through the sky, igniting the atmosphere of the venue!
"Next, let's welcome our first Trainer, the Kanto Fighting Elite, the walking male hormone, the martial artist Bruno!!"
Gary stood up slightly, staring at the Trainers' entrance below.
A muscular man, wearing a training uniform and a Black Belt around his waist, appeared from the Trainers' entrance with steady steps.
"Oh, Master Bruno is actually wearing a shirt today?" Gary chuckled, teasing.
This muscular big brother was famously a rough man, often appearing at various high-end matches shirtless, displaying his well-built physique.
It was rare for him to wear a shirt this time… Gary looked at Bruno, and Lorelei's evaluation of him echoed in his mind: This is an eccentric who can't do anything well except battle, a demonic muscle man whose brain is nothing but muscle from all the training… "Hey, man, whose family are you, appearing in the friends and family section?" Suddenly, an arrogant voice interrupted Gary's thoughts.
Gary turned and looked at the adjacent box, opening his mouth in surprise, "Lt. Surge, the Gym Leader of Vermilion Gym?"
The VIP boxes were separated by waist-high screens, with glass windows above for conversation.
And the burly man in the camouflage battle suit, standing at one meter ninety in the adjacent box, was indeed Lt. Surge, the Gym Leader of Vermilion Gym.
"Oh, you know me, kid?" Lt. Surge raised his chin.
"The Gym Leader of Vermilion City, of course. I did my research," Gary twitched his lips. This one seemed to be a typical brawler. It was said that the Vermilion Gym's battle stage used to be electrified.
In a Pokemon battle with Lt. Surge, if one lost, they would be hit by a high-voltage Thunder Shock. Of course, if he lost, he would also accept the punishment.
Later, due to too many Trainers complaining that Lt. Surge's battle rules were practically Spartan, a massacre of the League's future flowers, Vermilion Gym was forced to use a normal arena… This guy was a real tough nut!
"Hey, man, you still haven't answered my question," Lt. Surge pouted unhappily and asked again.
"Oh, I am indeed a relative… no, a friend. Sister Lorelei personally invited me," Gary raised his chin, "Isn't she coming out now?!"
"Next, let's welcome the Ice-type Elite Four of the Kanto region, the Ice Queen of the Sevii Islands, Lorelei!!" The host excitedly announced Lorelei's name.
Whoosh!! The cheers suddenly rose an octave, much more enthusiastic than for Bruno.
After all, between a muscular big brother and a black-stockinged older sister, the audience knew who to choose.
When the Ice Beauty with burgundy hair entered the arena in high heels, the cheers throughout the venue reached their peak.
Lorelei's unique temperament, gentle as water yet cold as ice, made everyone unable to resist her.
Such contradictory qualities were perfectly displayed in Lorelei.
Slowly walking into the battle arena with her arms crossed, Lorelei adjusted her glasses with one hand and looked at Bruno opposite her, "Long time no see."
Bruno nodded, "We haven't battled in half a year. I hope you won't disappoint me."
Lorelei covered her mouth and chuckled, "I hope you'll still be as calm after the match."
The referee confirmed that both sides were in position and swung down the flag in his right hand: "The match officially begins!!"