Naturally, Sora had no intention of revealing such confidential information.
The promotion of Peat Blocks wasn't the right move yet—at least not until he successfully contacted Cynthia.
As for Ogerpon, and Victini who had just appeared from invisibility, the brothers were still completely confused.
"This is Ogerpon," Sora explained.
"Like Ursaluna, she's a Pokémon preserved from ancient tis."
"And this is Victini, from the Unova region."
He didn't hide their nas.
He simply wasn't worried that anyone would connect them to legendary Pokémon.
Victini still carried so risk of exposure.
But Ogerpon?
Outside of Kitakami, no one even knew she existed.
Even there, people only called her the Ogre, never knowing her real na.
That wasn't unusual.
Many legendary Pokémon existed only in local folklore—stories passed down in isolated regions, often impossible to verify.
Think about it:
If soone invented a story about a mysterious Pokémon with incredible powers, how many trainers would believe it without seeing it in gas or dia?
Most would assu it was just local tourism marketing.
The sa logic applied here.
Victini could be dismissed as a legend from Eindoak.
The Ogre could be dismissed as folklore from Kitakami.
The Pokémon world was full of stories like that—truth mixed with myth.
Once you left the region where the legend originated, even if Sora released Victini or Ogerpon right in front of people, most wouldn't realize they were looking at legendary Pokémon.
"The world really is vast," Reggie said, both amazed and excited.
"Mr. Sora, you must be a very powerful trainer."
Anyone capable of capturing such rare Pokémon naturally seed mysterious.
"Not bad, I suppose."
Strictly speaking, just Ursaluna and Ogerpon alone could sweep nearly every trainer below Elite Four level.
Against an Elite Four mber?
In a first encounter—without tactical preparation—those two could likely overwhelm them.
Of course, in a rematch, relying on only two top-tier fighters carried real risk.
"I'd like to challenge you, Mr. Sora."
"Let's have a full six-on-six battle!"
Reggie issued the challenge enthusiastically.
He wasn't worried about injuries in the wilderness.
His backpack contained a full range of dicines.
A controlled battle wouldn't seriously harm the Pokémon.
"Sure."
Sora agreed imdiately.
Honestly, turning down a battle—essentially free prize money—would be foolish.
"But let's eat first," he added.
"Let the Pokémon recover their energy before we start."
Just then, Buneary and Eevee returned.
Seeing two unfamiliar humans, the little ones froze.
Shy Eevee imdiately hid behind Sora, peeking out cautiously.
"Are they your Pokémon too?" Reggie asked.
"Mm-hmm," Sora replied with a smile.
"I recently welcod them into the family during my travels."
"Ah…"
Reggie scratched his head.
He suddenly felt his challenge might have been rash.
A six-on-six battle—if Sora had to rely on Buneary and Eevee—might be unfair.
"No worries," Sora said calmly.
"My kids are strong."
…
That statent sounded suspiciously like:
I don't even need Eevee and Buneary to win.
Reggie's eyes lit up with competitive fire.
"I look forward to seeing that."
He would take this seriously.
Brother is being underestimated.
Shinji frowned slightly.
In his eyes, Sora sounded arrogant.
Reggie was a proven trainer—soone who had achieved strong results in the Indigo, Silver, Ever Grande, and Lily of the Valley Conferences.
He might not yet rival Champions or Elite Four mbers, but Shinji firmly believed his brother would one day reach the top of Sinnoh.
Soon, dinner preparations finished.
The sun dipped low, casting golden light across the lake.
Sora and Reggie stood facing each other across an open grassy field.
Shinji remained off to the side, watching alongside Buneary and Eevee.
"Co out, Turtwig."
Shinji released his starter Pokémon.
"Watch carefully," he told it.
"One day, you'll face opponents like this."
"Ha-wu~~"
Turtwig nodded seriously.
"Let's begin," Reggie said.
With his younger brother watching, he had no intention of embarrassing himself.
"Alright."
Sora had already recalled his Pokémon.
In his hand was a green Poké Ball—Ogerpon's Friend Ball.
Both trainers released their first Pokémon at nearly the sa mont.
"Co out—Staraptor!"
"Ogerpon."
"Poné-ao~~"
Ogerpon leapt from her Poké Ball, wearing her elegant Teal Mask.
Her graceful, striking appearance instantly captured the brothers' attention.
Her appearance changed?
And that mask—what is it? So kind of special battle item?
In Pokémon battles, holding items was perfectly legal.
Otherwise, Pokémon wearing hats or clothing would be disqualified.
Battle items generally fell into two categories:
Held Items — mostly decorative or minor support tools.
Bonded Items — equipnt capable of resonating with a Pokémon's energy to enhance abilities.
One important rule:
Bonded items had to be equipped before battle.
Trying to equip them mid-fight wouldn't allow enough ti for energy resonance, rendering them ineffective.
That was why official matches usually allowed only one item per Pokémon.
Not because you couldn't carry more—
But because extra ones simply wouldn't work.
However—
Ogerpon was different.
"SKREE!"
High above the battlefield, Staraptor spread its wings.
An invisible pressure wave swept across the field, focusing directly on Ogerpon.
"Poné?"
She felt a brief jolt of tension.
But it vanished almost instantly, leaving no real impact.
"Intimidate ability, huh?" Sora said lightly, shaking his head.
"Won't matter."
The level gap was simply too large.
Ogerpon was Level 77.
Staraptor was likely just above Level 50—perhaps even lower.
With a difference approaching 30 levels, Intimidate alone couldn't shake her confidence.
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