God knows where Lorze pulled out a baseball cap from, but he slapped it onto his head and pulled the brim down as low as possible, desperate to avoid getting his face photographed.
Taking pictures of his Ralts was fine, but they absolutely could not focus their attention on him. If his photos went viral and the all-powerful netizens managed to doxx his ho address, it would bring an endless wave of unnecessary fucking trouble.
However, Lorze was genuinely overthinking it. What kind of straight guy would ignore a drop-dead gorgeous Ralts to take pictures of a lucky 'bastard' like him?
In a re ten seconds, God knows how many hundreds of photos were snapped by those 'fanatical cultists'. They were instantly spamd into class group chats everywhere, spreading like a highly contagious virus.
Though, after a few rounds of viral sharing, the vast majority of people assud the pure white Ralts in the photos was obviously photoshopped. There's no way a Ralts could have that coloration.
Do you believe it?
I sure as fuck don't.
Because if it was real... once this Ralts evolved into a Gardevoir, wouldn't she beco the ultimate silver-haired, red-eyed bombshell—an absolute, lethal weakness designed specifically to destroy the sexual fetishes of the nation's n?!
And rumor has it the Trainer of this pure white Ralts is a fucking guy?!
Are you kidding ! That sounds incredibly fake!
This is probably just so pathetic Gamble Fish Trainer who went clinically insane from wanting to fuck a Gardevoir and made up this massive troll post, right?
Waiting for the official tournant daddies to debunk this bullshit!
But the result? Following the breadcrumbs all the way to the Torchic Challenger Tournant's official forum, they saw the pure white Ralts's photos boldly displayed in an official, pinned announcent post. For a mont, everyone's brains completely short-circuited, and then they imdiately began furiously spamming the comnt section.
Yet, a subset of people stubbornly refused to believe it, assuming this was just a cheap, manufactured CGI stunt by a minor tournant desperate for traffic. They swore to wait for the Group Stage livestream to expose the fraud!
Look at that, didn't the massive viral traffic arrive exactly as predicted?
The official organizers were grinning so hard their faces were about to split open.
Of course, all of this chaotic drama was happening online. Right now, Lorze was entirely oblivious to it.
Lorze's entire mind was completely focused on the opponent standing in front of him. This was his very first official battle; he was going to savor the experience.
"Ralts, don't be nervous. I'm right here." Lorze could physically feel the anxious tension vibrating in Ralts's mind.
It couldn't be helped. His Ralts was inherently extrely timid and reserved. While she was much better now than when they first t, being violently stared down by a massive, drooling crowd like this was a first. It was inevitable that she'd be slightly terrified.
He instantly locked into Telepathic Resonance Mode with her. Feeling each other's profound, intimate presence, Ralts finally managed to relax.
As long as Lorze was right there, she had absolutely nothing to fear.
"Ralt! (Bring it on!)"
Ralts abruptly erupted with overwhelming ntal energy, fully intending to blast a full-powered Psychic right out of the gate to secure Lorze's victory.
But Lorze hastily used their telepathic link to halt her.
He still needed to use this opponent as a asuring stick to gauge their actual combat power. If it ended too fast, what was the fucking point?
"A female?!"
The high school girl Trainer was already shocked speechless by the pure white Ralts in front of her. But what completely blew her mind was that this Ralts's voice unmistakably sounded like a little girl's!
Well then, she could already imagine exactly how utterly fucking rabid those male Trainers were going to get now—because honestly, even she was deeply infatuated with a female Ralts~.
However, none of that was the critical issue. For her right now, the only thing she needed to consider was: exactly how powerful was this Ralts?
Completely ignoring Ralts's degenerate popularity, this was still a Psychic-type Pokémon.
And Psychic and Dragon types were the two absolute, towering mountains that had forever crushed standard Trainers beneath their weight. She never expected to run into an opponent like this in the fucking preliminaries. Just minutes ago, she was gloating about how unlucky he was to draw her.
Who the fuck was the unlucky one here?!
Originally, she felt that with a bit of luck, her Bulbasaur had a genuine shot at pushing into the Group Stage. But looking at things now, she was completely fucked...
No, the match hasn't even started yet. How could she just throw in the towel this early?!
She wanted to see for herself exactly what gave Psychic-type Pokémon the right to be called an insurmountable mountain for Trainers!
As the referee announced the start of the match, the high school girl completely dropped her previous underestimation, imdiately commanding Bulbasaur to seize the initiative.
"Bulbasaur, use Vine Whip to grab her!"
"Bulba!"
Receiving the command, Bulbasaur instantly reacted. Two vine-like whips lashed out, lunging forward to brutally entangle Ralts's body.
The high school girl knew perfectly well that the most infamous trait of the Ralts line was their Teleport ability. If she couldn't physically bind her target, this match was going to be an absolute nightmare.
But with the painfully obvious, highly telegraphed travel speed of Vine Whip, was it genuinely possible to catch a Ralts ard with Teleport?
The answer was: she caught her, but at the sa ti, she didn't catch her at all.
Defying absolutely everyone's expectations, Ralts showed zero intention of dodging, just casually allowing the vines to wrap tightly around her body.
What... what the fuck is her Trainer doing?!
Doesn't he know he has to command Ralts to dodge?!
No matter how insanely overpowered Psychic-types were, you can't just fuck around like this!
Once bound by Vine Whip, even if Ralts tried to Teleport away, it would be extrely easy for the vines to disrupt the cast. This essentially stripped her of her greatest advantage!
This Ralts's Trainer is complete garbage! Leaving such a god-tier Pokémon in his hands is an absolute fucking waste! He should just trade it for one of their Rattatas!!!
They absolutely weren't just horny and desperately lusting after Ralts! Absolutely not!
However, the crowd quickly realized exactly why Ralts chose not to evade. Sothing seed incredibly wrong with Bulbasaur's physical state.
Even though Ralts was the one allegedly bound by the Vine Whip, she stood there looking completely unfazed and serene. Conversely, Bulbasaur was the one violently struggling with all its might.
It frantically tried to retract its vines, but no matter how violently it yanked and pulled, the end attached to Ralts remained completely immovable, solid as a fucking boulder.
The crowd finally realized the truth: Bulbasaur hadn't grabbed Ralts at all. Its vines had never even wrapped around her body. Just inches before making physical contact, they had been entirely paralyzed mid-air by an invisible telekinetic force.
The one who was actually trapped... was Bulbasaur.
"What an insanely powerful telekinetic grip..."
"Bulbasaur, stop wasting your energy struggling! Switch to Razor Leaf and attack her!"
The high school girl's expression grew incredibly grim. The opposing Trainer hadn't even issued a single verbal command yet, but she was already feeling a suffocating, crushing pressure.
Hearing its Trainer's order, Bulbasaur quickly cald down. Abandoning the vines, it whipped out a barrage of high-speed, spinning leaf blades from the bulb on its back, launching them like lethal throwing knives.
Yet Ralts remained completely indifferent. Facing the storm of incoming razor-sharp leaves, she just watched them silently. It wasn't until one of the blades was re inches from slicing her eyeball that a sudden burst of telekinetic force paralyzed it dead in its tracks.
Witnessing this, the high school girl's mouth twitched violently. Is this the true power of a Psychic-type?!
Isn't this literally just a fucking cheat code?!
She finally understood exactly why Psychic-types were described as an insurmountable mountain crushing down on Trainers.
If she can casually paralyze literally any attack out of thin air, how the hell was she supposed to fight this?!
Maybe pure energy-based attacks couldn't be telekinetically frozen, but the problem was, her Bulbasaur hadn't learned Solar Beam yet.
Left with no other options, she could only treat a dead horse as a living one: "Don't stop! Keep spamming Razor Leaf!"
Under her command, Bulbasaur acted like an overworked 996 corporate slave, tirelessly and frantically spamming Razor Leaf. Within monts, a massive barrage of blades completely subrged Ralts, yet not a single fucking leaf managed to actually strike her.
The high school girl wasn't surprised by this at all. Her true objective was simply to blind Ralts and Lorze's line of sight.
Since the opponent was arrogantly refusing to make a move, she was going to unleash that attack!
"Bulbasaur, use that move!"
"Bulba!"
Bulbasaur instantly understood. It realized exactly how insanely overpowered this Psychic-type was, and figured that only this specific move possessed the raw kinetic force to shatter her telekinetic defenses.
Normally, executing this move in a live battle was extrely difficult, but the opponent's sheer arrogance had seemingly handed them the perfect opening.
Upon receiving the order, Bulbasaur abruptly halted its Razor Leaf barrage. It rapidly arched its body, concentrating a massive surge of Normal-type energy directly into its skull. After a few agonizing seconds, Bulbasaur violently kicked off with all four legs. Its entire body, wrapped in a terrifying aura of Normal-type energy, launched forward like an explosive missile.
The launch velocity was so blistering that even Anna, watching from the stands, raised an eyebrow. This speed was actually slightly faster than her own Pikachu's Quick Attack, wasn't it?
Was Lorze getting a bit too fucking cocky?!
Ralts's Confusion was undeniably absurd. It was almost impossible to find a newborn Pokémon at this stage with such terrifying telekinetic power. God only knew what kind of hellish training he put her through.
But you still can't just hand your opponent unlimited free ti to charge up a massive ultimate attack! No matter how much confidence you have in your Ralts, you can't be this blindly arrogant, right?!
Now you've done it. Even her Pikachu wouldn't dare tank this specific move head-on. Let's see how much you regret this in a second!
However, Anna had absolutely no idea that Lorze wasn't feeling a shred of regret. In fact, he was practically falling asleep from sheer boredom.
He rely wanted to test the upper limits of Ralts's current telekinetic output. Couldn't they just throw a genuinely powerful move at him so he could actually asure it?
The base power of Razor Leaf was a pathetic 55. It couldn't even force Ralts to exert her full Psychic attack. This test was completely fucking pointless.
He was just about to write off this entire match as a complete disappointnt, but unexpectedly, that Bulbasaur actually managed to deliver a decent surprise.
"Skull Bash, huh? That's exactly what I needed!"
Skull Bash was a Normal-type move. In the gas, it required a full turn to charge before executing, boasting a massive base power of 130. Nurically speaking, it was higher than Ralts's Psychic by the equivalent of an entire Confusion attack.
This was obviously an Egg Move inherited by the Bulbasaur. Seeing how agonizingly long it took to charge, it probably hadn't mastered it perfectly yet.
Still, it was more than enough to act as a proper stress test for Ralts's telekinetic strength!
Following Lorze's strict orders, Ralts remained perfectly still, refusing to dodge. Instead, she violently hurled all the Razor Leaves she had captured back at the incoming threat.
But against the overwhelming kinetic impact of the Skull Bash, the razor leaves were instantly obliterated into dust. In the blink of an eye, Bulbasaur crashed right into Ralts's face.
Ralts imdiately detonated an imnsely powerful telekinetic shockwave. Her full-powered Psychic slamd directly into Bulbasaur's rushing form, causing the two opposing forces to violently deadlock in a brutal clash of pure power.
For a hyper-fragile, glass cannon Pokémon like Ralts, even a glancing graze from a 130-power Skull Bash would likely result in catastrophic, critical injuries.
The hearts of everyone in the crowd leapt into their throats. They absolutely did not want to see the gorgeous, adorable Ralts get hurt, but they also desperately did not want that universally hated, lucky bastard Lorze to win!
Amidst this deeply conflicted psychology, the brutal deadlock quickly hit a turning point.
The explosive montum accumulated within Bulbasaur was visibly draining away at a rapid pace, yet the oppressive, crushing force of the Psychic attack hadn't weakened in the slightest.
Bulbasaur could no longer withstand the suffocating repulsion of the Psychic attack, its montum completely running on empty.
Seeing this scene unfold, absolutely everyone knew the match was decisively over. The high school girl Trainer couldn't help but look utterly crushed.
Even Anna and Xue Yi, watching intently from above, fell into a heavy silence. They knew exactly how much raw, devastating power Skull Bash packed. It was a monstrous 130-power ultimate attack! Even if it wasn't Bulbasaur's STAB (Sa Type Attack Bonus) move and wasn't mastered flawlessly...
Was this really sothing a 90-power Psychic attack could just effortlessly crush and suppress?!
90 is greater than 130?
What kind of broken fucking math equation is this?!
Psychic-types were undeniably overpowered, but they couldn't just completely ignore the laws of physics and logic! Anna could only deduce that this Ralts's ntal energy output was absolutely abnormal. It had likely completely eclipsed any other Psychic-type Pokémon at an equivalent level.
Facing a Psychic attack of this monstrous caliber, could her Pikachu actually handle it?
Without actually testing it in combat, she couldn't be certain. But one thing was for damn sure: her arrogant plan to "teach Lorze a lesson" had just been completely shattered.
She originally thought Lorze's arrogant declarations were just pathetic posturing. She never expected the guy was actually just a genuine, overpowered badass...
Now this Torchic Challenger Tournant was going to be an incredible fucking show.
She couldn't help but feel a surge of intense anticipation. When this pure white Shiny Ralts finally made her official debut on the live broadcast, just how massive of a global internet ltdown would it trigger?
Maybe she should invite Xue Yi's older sister to co take a look at this Ralts too?
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