The tension in the Heartho Contest Hall had reached a point where even the air seed to hum. On the stage, the countdown clock flickered at the one-minute mark, and the audience was completely silent, their eyes glued to the center of the arena.
Oricorio was moving with a ghostly, erratic gait. Its legs intertwined in a rhythmic blur that defied logic. One mont it seed to be lunging left, but the next, it was actually retreating; a sudden leap forward turned out to be a sharp pivot to the right. It was the "Disguise Dance," a technique that made it impossible for an opponent to predict where the next strike would co from.
"Oh! This is unbelievable!" Marian's voice was strained with excitent. "I thought Oricorio was helpless with its moves sealed, but it has launched into an odd yet breathtakingly elegant dance! Togepi can't seem to get a lock on his target at all! Oricorio is closing the distance—five ters, four ters, three ters! Given the size difference, if Oricorio gets close enough to land a physical blow, this entire match could flip in an instant!"
On the giant screen, my score bar was trembling. Even though no hit had landed yet, the fact that Togepi was being outmaneuvered and looked "helpless" was causing the judges to deduct points for a lack of control. Togepi's little head swayed left and right, his eyes wide as he tried to track the pink bird, but Oricorio was just too fast, too unpredictable.
The distance closed to the final ter.
"Now! Oricorio, Tap Dance!" Kui roared, his hand chopping through the air.
"Dance~!"
Oricorio didn't need a Special Move to use its natural anatomy. It leaped into the air, its powerful, bird-like claws glowing with kinetic energy as it aid a series of rapid-fire kicks directly at Togepi's head.
But in that split second, I didn't panic. I didn't even look at the incoming claws. I looked at Fantina in the judges' booth, who was wearing a knowing, secretive smile. She knew what was coming. We'd danced this dance before.
"Togepi," I commanded, my voice calm and low. "Thunder Wave."
"No-wing! (Sparkle!)"
Oricorio's foot connected.
Slap!
Togepi was kicked backward, tumbling across the stage like a small, colorful ball. The audience gasped, and my point bar took a sharp hit. Kui's face lit up with the thrill of an impending victory. He expected Oricorio to press the advantage, to keep kicking until the egg-Pokémon was knocked out or the points hit zero.
But Oricorio didn't move.
The bird froze mid-stride, one leg still raised. Suddenly, jagged yellow currents of electricity erupted from its feathers, crackling with a sharp snap-pop sound. The bird's body stiffened, its wings shivering uncontrollably.
"Oh my goodness! The situation has reversed yet again!" Marian scread, nearly falling out of her announcer's chair. "Oricorio has been hit by a massive Thunder Wave! But how? Togepi didn't even move his hands!"
I stepped forward, the blue fabric of my Aura Guardian cape catching the light. "You were so focused on the 'Burst Yawn' that you forgot Togepi has a shell for a reason. We've been wrapping tiny, high-frequency Thunder Waves around the inner lining of that shell since the match started. Because Togepi has precise control, he isn't affected by it, and the shell acts as an insulator so the judges couldn't see the glow."
I looked at Kui, whose jaw was practically touching the floor. "The mont Oricorio made physical contact to 'Tap Dance,' it completed the circuit. Your speed didn't matter because you had to touch us to win. And now... you're paralyzed."
"Oricorio, shake it off!" Kui pleaded. "You've still got ti!"
But the paralysis was deep. Oricorio tried to lift its wing, but its muscles cramped, and it nearly toppled over. The "ghostly gait" was gone, replaced by a clumsy, painful shudder.
"To be safe," I said, snapping my fingers. "Togepi, let's wrap this up. One last Sweet Kiss!"
"No-wing~ (Catch!)"
Togepi, who had hopped back onto his feet with a cheeky grin, blew a final, shimring pink kiss. The heart-shaped mark drifted through the air and landed squarely on Oricorio's forehead.
With its moves sealed by Encore, its body locked by Paralysis, and its mind now clouded by Confusion, Oricorio was effectively a statue on the stage. Kui's score bar didn't just drop—it plumted, the red draining away until only a microscopic sliver remained.
The countdown clock on the big screen hit the final ten seconds.
10... 9... 8...
Kui looked at his partner, then at , and finally let out a long, defeated sigh. He crossed his arms and gave a respectful nod.
3... 2... 1... 0.
DING-DING-DING-DING~~~~
The final bell echoed through the stadium, followed by a mont of stunned silence, and then a roar of applause that felt like it might take the roof off.
"Ti is up!" Marian shouted, her voice trembling with genuine awe. "The winner of the Heartho City Contest, and the victor of the Grand Tournant of Fate, is Julian of Sandgem Town! He has achieved a landslide victory with a style we have never seen before—a battle of absolute control!"
Togepi cheered, jumping into my arms and nearly knocking my hat off. "Pri-pri! (We did it, Mommy!)"
"Yeah, buddy," I laughed, hugging him tight. "We really did."
The four judges stood up from their table and made their way onto the stage. Mr. Contesta was the first to speak, holding a microphone.
"In all my years of judging Grand Contests," he began, looking at the audience, "I have seen many powerful Trainers. But today, Julian has shown us what it truly ans to be a Coordinator. To win a high-level final without relying on a single offensive move... it's unprecedented. He didn't just display Togepi's charm; he used his understanding of move chanics to turn the opponent's strength into a trap. This was a masterpiece of strategy and display."
Mr. Sukizo stepped forward, his eyes twinkling. "That Togepi... it's beyond remarkable! I like it very much! Very remarkable!"
Nurse Joy was next, her smile warm and supportive. "The level of trust required for that Thunder Wave trap is imnse. Togepi had to be willing to take a hit to deliver the paralysis. It shows a deep, unshakable bond between Trainer and Pokémon. Julian, you've shown us that 'cute' doesn't an 'weak.' It ans 'dangerous when underestimated.'"
Finally, Fantina stepped forward. She was carrying a velvet cushion, upon which sat a beautiful, light-purple ribbon adorned with a golden crest.
"Good~!" she exclaid, her voice lodic and full of flair. "Every step was calculated! Even the way you forced Kui into close-quarters combat was a dance in itself. You observed your opponent, you predicted the counter-strategy for Yawn, and you had the trap ready. This is the essence of a Coordinator—the ability to tell a story where you are the narrator and the opponent is rely a character. Magnifique!"
She picked up the Heartho Ribbon and handed it to . As my fingers brushed the silk, a nearby hovering cara zood in, capturing the mont for the national broadcast.
"Three competitions, three ribbons," Mr. Contesta noted, his voice full of surprise. "And each ti, you've shown a completely different style. I can't believe you're a New Trainer who only started two months ago. A supernova is rising in the Coordinator world, Julian. I look forward to seeing what you bring to the Grand Festival."
"I'll be there as a referee," Fantina added with a wink. "Do not disappoint with a boring performance, okay?"
I bowed deeply to the judges and then to the audience. "Thank you. We'll see you at the Grand Festival."
As the curtains closed and the crowd began to file out, I walked back toward the locker rooms. The weight of the ribbon in my pocket felt good. Sylveon was waiting for us by the door, her feelers twitching with excitent.
"Sylve~!" she chirped, rubbing her head against my leg in a congratulatory nuzzle.
"We got it, girl," I said, petting her soft fur. "Togepi really stepped up today."
Kui was waiting further down the hall, leaning against a wall with his Oricorio, which was finally starting to shake off the paralysis.
"Hey, cousin," Kui called out, his easygoing grin back in place. "Tough loss for , but that was the best match I've had since I left Alola. You caught fair and square."
"You pushed us to the limit," I replied, shaking his hand. "If that Thunder Wave hadn't landed, Oricorio would have dismantled us."
"Maybe," Kui laughed. "But that's the thing about you, right? You don't leave 'maybe' to chance. Good luck at the Grand Festival. I have a feeling the Sinnoh region isn't ready for what you're planning next."
I watched him walk away, his flip-flops clicking on the tiles. I looked down at Togepi, who was currently trying to "Encore" a nearby vending machine.
Three ribbons down. Two to go. The road to the Grand Festival was officially halfway over, but the challenges ahead—the rivalries, the stronger Gym Leaders, and the elite Coordinators—were only going to get tougher.
But for tonight? Tonight, we were going to find the biggest bowl of Poffins in Heartho City.
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