Three days later, the Seaside County Education Bureau finally issued the official docunt, confirming that the Seaside County High School Elite Selection Tournant would begin on the 1st of next month. It was already the middle of the current month, which ant there was only half a month left until the competition began.
According to the docunt, the top four contestants in the selection tournant would not only receive generous rewards but also be eligible to participate in the city-level training camp, with the best perforrs potentially joining the city team.
Once the news of the selection tournant broke, the number of mbers at the teor Club began to skyrocket, and ninety percent of the new mbers were third-year high school students. It was clear that the elite selection tournant was a hot topic. Countless third-year students dread of achieving a good ranking, making a na for themselves, and soaring to new heights.
Fortunately, as the star coach, Coach Miles had his own private training room, so Basalt didn't need to compete with the crowd outside for training equipnt and space. Seriously, there were so many people in the club now that you had to queue up to use the training equipnt that was once freely available.
Inside the private training room, Basalt was training with Drilbur. Since he had already taught most of what he needed to, Coach Miles no longer accompanied him for the entire session. He would only co by occasionally to check in or if Basalt needed help. Usually, Basalt would train his little mole by himself.
"Drilbur, tal Claw!" Basalt waved his hand.
"Chari~"
Drilbur raised its right claw, which instantly turned a tallic color, like an iron claw. It swiped out fiercely, making the tal target clang loudly.
"Phew! It finally mastered tal Claw."
Basalt let out a breath, a look of joy on his face. Ever since the battle with Lucas, where it used tal Claw to defeat Swinub in a critical mont, Drilbur's understanding of the move seed to have broken through so kind of shackle, and its progress had been explosive. Now, less than a week later, it had completely mastered tal Claw and could basically guarantee a successful execution every ti.
Not only that, but after being nourished by the tal Coating for so long, its claws had beco much sharper than before, even when not using a move. This had made its digging speed even faster. It now only took 2 seconds to dig a hole big enough to hide in.
Unfortunately, although 2 seconds was fast, it was still a little short of the requirent for the move "Dig." The key was that the small bag of Ground Gem fragnts that Dr. Martin had given him had also been used up. So, although it seed like Drilbur was just one step away from learning Dig, it would probably take a considerable amount of ti.
Knock, knock, knock!
A low knock sounded at the door, followed by a rough voice from outside.
"Basalt, I know you're in there. Co on out!"
"Frank?"
Basalt frowned slightly. He didn't like being disturbed during his training, because training was also about being in the right state of mind. If you were on a roll and got interrupted, it would be very difficult to get back into that state.
However, from the sound of his voice, Basalt could sense Frank's urgency. Did he have sothing important to discuss?
"What's wrong?" Basalt opened the door to the training room, his face dark.
Over the past few weeks, thanks to Frank's attentiveness and flattery, their relationship had improved a lot on the surface. But deep down, Basalt always felt that Frank had ulterior motives, so he was still very wary.
Outside the door, Frank's Munchlax looked listless, with faint traces of black dust on its body, as if it had just been in a battle.
"Basalt, I was defeated by Ronan from First High. But that kid is too arrogant. He was just shouting on the battlefield that 'there's no one at Second High who can fight.' You have to step up and help us save face!" Frank's face was grim, and he gritted his teeth as he spoke, clearly furious. But alas, his strength did not permit him to do anything about it. Since that was the case, he could only call for backup.
"Soone from First High? That arrogant!" Basalt's gaze sharpened.
He himself could say that no one at Second High could fight, because that didn't include him. But if soone else said it, did that an they were looking down on him?
Damn it! Trying to show off in front of the master?
This, I cannot tolerate!
"Exactly! So Basalt, you have to fight for our Second High's honor!" Frank looked at Basalt with hope in his eyes. In the current Second High, Basalt was already showing signs of becoming the "top dog," with even the class president, Leo, taking a backseat to him.
"What's his story? What Pokémon and tactics does he use?" Basalt didn't like fighting battles he wasn't sure about. If possible, he wanted to understand the opponent's situation first.
"His na is Ronan, a student from First High. His strength is said to be in the top thirty there…"
"Top thirty?" Basalt interrupted Frank.
A student in the top thirty of First High could defeat Frank? Were the students at First High all that strong? Basalt frowned slightly, the underestimation in his heart instantly vanishing. Frank's strength was at least at the top 3 level in Second High, yet he couldn't beat a top 30 from First High? The gap between First High and Second High was a bit too big, wasn't it?
"What's wrong with the top thirty?" Frank was baffled, thinking it was perfectly reasonable.
"Nothing. You were saying." Basalt waved his hand.
"His starter Pokémon is a Magby. Its Fire-type talent is outstanding, and the temperature of its flas is very high. It's good at using the move 'Smokescreen' to hide, 'Fire Spin' to trap the opponent, and then 'Ember' to finish them off…"
Speaking of Ronan's Magby, Frank couldn't help but grit his teeth. In their battle, he had his Munchlax use Rollout first, but the opponent used Smokescreen to obscure its vision, and his Munchlax completely lost track of the opponent's position. After that, it was impossible to fight. You couldn't see the opponent, but the opponent could see you. So, his Munchlax could only be whittled down by Fire Spin and Ember. It lost the match without even touching a single hair on its opponent.
A flawless victory for Ronan.
"Alright, I get it. Take there," Basalt said, standing up straight. An aura of confidence erupted from him.
A move like Smokescreen that obscured vision was troubleso for ordinary Pokémon, but Drilbur could sense the subtle vibrations in the ground. As long as the opponent couldn't fly, it couldn't escape his little mole's senses. As for Magby's Fire Spin, if it went up against his mole's Sand Tomb, Basalt was confident he wouldn't lose. Besides, his mole was a Ground-type, facing a Fire-type Magby. He also had the type advantage.
Without exaggerating, he had a 90% chance of winning this battle.
"Alright!"
Frank was overjoyed. The sorrow on his face faded, replaced by excitent. Basalt was, after all, the man who had defeated him three tis in a row. Frank had a lot of confidence in him.
On the public battlefield of the teor Club, a tall, slender, fair-skinned young man was commanding his Magby to defeat another opponent, a look of arrogance on his face. He saw Frank striding over with Basalt and sneered, "Well, well? You really went and found backup!"
When he was defeated, Frank had already made a threat to find soone to teach Ronan a lesson, so Ronan wasn't surprised.
"It's Basalt!"
In the teor Club, there were also a few students from Second High. They all gathered around, instantly feeling like they had a mainstay. Basalt was their source of confidence.
"Ronan from First High? Are you the one who said no one at Second High can fight?" Basalt tilted his head and glanced at Ronan.
Ronan pouted and said nonchalantly, "I did say that. Is there a problem?"
"If you take back those words right now, I can pretend nothing happened," Basalt said with a serious face.
Ronan was at an age where he was full of youthful vigor. How could he possibly show weakness? He said with disdain, "Take it back? On whose authority? Yours?"
"Then there's no other way." Basalt nodded and walked past the crowd onto the battlefield. He didn't actually expect the other party to back down; it was just a formality. In the end, it still had to be settled with fists.
"One match to decide the winner," Basalt's gaze sharpened, and he said coldly, "If you lose, you apologize in front of everyone and take back what you said."
"And if you lose, you admit in front of everyone here that no one at Second High can fight?" Ronan glared back, not to be outdone.
"It's a deal." Basalt nodded, his face impassive.
You really think everyone at Second High is a Hello Kitty? I'll give you a taste of my righteous iron fist.
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