Chapter 102: The Conclusion of the P1 Grand Prix
In the remaining matches, Natsu and Ash cut through their opponents, reaching the final round.
On the final stage, their capes fluttered in the wind.
Natsu and Ash stood on opposite sides of the arena.
What caught everyone's attention was their attire—their clothing, capes, and even hats were covered in colorful logos and advertisents.
Both stood with arms crossed, showing no signs of moving, exuding the air of true masters.
"Wow! Is this what a battle between top fighters looks like? You can feel the aura already!" the host's voice rang with excitent.
"Natsu, I can't believe it's just the two of us in the final!" Ash opened his eyes, clearly excited.
"Shh—our ads are charged by the minute," Natsu telepathically reminded him.
Ash imdiately shut his eyes again, standing perfectly still alongside Natsu.
"Alright, Ash is sticking to his usual tactics. Looks like Natsu is about to make his move!"
The cara focused on Natsu.
Natsu closed his eyes, standing motionless, and so did his Dragonite.
The arena fell into silence, a little too still.
Minutes passed. Half an hour went by, and murmurs started from the crowd.
"Hey, maybe Natsu just wants to milk those advertisers while standing here?" Misty speculated.
"I heard that the minimum ad fee for the final is 200,000 per minute. Normally, the match would finish in ten minutes," Brock added, a hint of envy in his voice.
"With that many ads, if they just stand here all day…" Misty's eyes sparkled at the thought of so much money.
"Uh, contestants?" The host began to sweat, panicking at the potential live broadcast disaster.
The caraman was equally stressed. Since this was the final, the cara could only show the two of them. Switching angles wasn't possible.
The huge screen blazed with dazzling mini-ads, irritating the audience further.
The host's gaze kept shifting between them, searching for a solution. Suddenly, he lit up.
"I've got it! Natsu is brilliant!"
The host's voice bood:
"As long as Dragonite doesn't attack, it won't get exhausted, remaining invincible. Natsu can even observe Pikachu's weaknesses. Maybe he's the first contestant to figure out the perfect strategy!"
The audience went silent for a mont, then erupted into thunderous applause.
Natsu: "..."
*This host is truly sothing else.*
The match ultimately ended with Natsu and Ash tied for first—the judges couldn't bear to intervene. If left alone, these two could stand forever.
"Ash, the ad revenue's all yours. I just want the Gold Belt!"
Outside the arena, Ash excitedly told Natsu.
"Here." Natsu handed him the belt. Ash accepted it carefully, as if it were a treasure.
"Yes! Now I finally have a chance to challenge Bruno!" Ash exclaid, hanging the Gold Belt around his neck.
"Congratulations, Ash," Brock said.
"Wait, you just gave away all that money?" Misty asked, astonished.
"Uh, but Natsu covered all my als and Pokémon supplies along the way," Ash scratched his head, thinking it normal.
"If I ever need money, I just ask Natsu," Ash recalled. He had done this since he was a child.
"Money in my hands is just money, but in Natsu's hands, it can turn into even more money," Ash said seriously.
"What did Natsu call it? Investnt—yes, that's called investnt!"
Misty covered her face. "Did you give all your pocket money to Natsu when you were a kid?"
"Huh? How did you know?" Ash exclaid in surprise.
"Ah, ahem, why don't we check on Mr. Anthony?" Natsu coughed twice, pointing ahead.
Everyone looked to see Anthony slumped on a nearby rock, dejected.
"Damn it!" A single tear fell as Anthony slamd a fist into the ground.
Sensing soone approaching, he quickly wiped his tears.
Looking up and seeing Ash and Natsu, Anthony paused in surprise.
"What are you doing here?"
"Just kicking soone when they're down," Natsu replied with a nod.
"Ash! Natsu, don't joke around!" Misty and Ash hurriedly pulled him away.
"Mr. Anthony, are you alright?" Brock asked, hesitating whether to bring up Rebecca's situation.
"I'm fine. Next P1 tournant, Anthony and I will train even harder!" Anthony stood suddenly, shouting toward the sky.
"He still hasn't given up," Brock muttered, twitching his lips.
Even he could see that Anthony had completely abandoned reality, focusing solely on the tournant, and still only achieved diocre results.
This was highly irresponsible.
*Priii!*
A delighted shout ca, and everyone turned to see Primape, eyes gleaming at Anthony.
Following behind was a Hypno, slowly stuffing a tree fruit into its mouth.
*Hypp~* the Hypno muttered.
"It's those two wild Pokémon that competed!" Misty exclaid, pointing at Primape and Hypno.
"I rember now! Since Anthony was eliminated, Primape hasn't appeared in any battles!" Ash added.
"Really?" Anthony blinked, tears welling up in his eyes.
He crouched slightly, reaching out to Primape.
"Co on, Primape, be my partner. Let's compete together in next year's P1 Grand Prix."
"We'll definitely win the championship, Primape!"
Anthony's gaze burned with hope. Primape paused, then walked toward him, a picture of harmony between human and Pokémon.
"Ah, what a pity. We defeated Mr. Anthony, but still lost," Brock murmured, looking down in disappointnt, rembering Rebecca's request.
"That's not necessarily true," Natsu's voice rang out.
Brock turned to see Natsu wearing an unusual expression.
"Ah!"
Suddenly, Anthony scread.
Brock looked back, witnessing a familiar scene.
Primape grabbed Anthony, swinging huge fists directly at his face.
"Could this… be so kind of trainer approval process? Go, Primape!"
Anthony didn't resist, letting Primape puml him until he was bruised and battered.
*Ape-ape-ape!* Primape's attacks intensified, fists leaving afterimages.
But this wasn't an approval ceremony.
When Anthony staggered to his feet, bruised and battered, Primape had already vanished.
Only the slow-moving Hypno remained, its eyes glowing blue.
Then a voice echoed in Anthony's mind.
*Hypno… you're suited to be a Gym Leader.*
Anthony: "???"
What's going on today? Was soone offering a bounty for him?
With a flick, Hypno teleported away, leaving no one to ask.
"Dad!"
In the distance, Rebecca appeared.
"You clearly said that if you lost this ti, you'd go back to being a Gym Leader!"
"Ah… well…" Anthony's eyes darted away.
"Hahaha, let's go," Misty laughed heartily.
"Yeah, let's keep moving. Next stop is Gringey City," Brock said, pulling out a map.
"Gringey City? Does it have a Gym?" Ash asked excitedly.
"No, but it has the largest power plant in the Kanto region," Natsu recalled thoughtfully.
*Pika!*
In Misty's arms, Midchu suddenly perked up his ears.
*A power plant… the booklet ntioned sothing about it.*
Without disturbing Anthony and Rebecca, the group followed the crowd, leaving the town behind and continuing their journey.
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