POV – JAKE

The Stout Slowpoke was bustling with energy, the wooden beams soaking in the amber glow of dim lights, casting long shadows across the walls. The air was thick with the aroma of ale and the hum of excited chatter as the pub filled with patrons, eagerly anticipating the Champions Cup final. Jake found himself sat at a corner table with Ciara. He was in a distorted reminder of his home, the familiar merging with the fantastical. The bar stood on one side of the pub. It was of polished wood and gleaming glass, manned by a massive figure, in every direction, with hair the colour of a blazing sunset. Yet he moved with a surprising grace, deep laugh echoing cheerily across the room as he served pints and mixed drinks.

Outside, the world was draped in an inky cloak, the darkness pressing against the windows. Inside, the atmosphere was a both warm and welcoming as Jake, sitting sideways in his chair, nursed a soft drink, eyes occasionally wandering to the pub's more unusual patrons. A week ago, the sight of so many Pokémon wandering freely among the tables would have struck him as bizarre, but by now he was beginning to accept it as the norm. Growlithe and Yamper mingling with guests, were a more familiar sight, but actual Slowpoke waitstaff, somehow balancing dishes on their heads, that captured the fantasy of the place. They seemed to be directed by a non-Galarian Slowking no less, wearing an expression of dignified authority that Jake found amusingly incongruous, it certainly looked calm among the hustle and bustle.

Ciara sat across from Jake, idly observing the patrons. She looked rather bored actually, leaning back in her chair slightly, with her ponytailed brown hair catching the dim light of the pub, lending a soft glow to her striking features.

"So, excited about the final?" Jake asked, risking a question. Ciara had been relatively friendly to him since their battle in the trial, not quite as terse or cool, perhaps even developing a grudging respect.

Ciara glanced over at him. "Excited? Maybe a bit but sitting around waiting for it to start isn't exactly thrilling."

He gave a small shrug, "Yeah, waiting's never fun, but there can be something about the build-up sometimes. I suppose you'd rather be out there training, right?"

Ciara nodded. "I want to be there, in that stadium. Not just watch. I want, no I will be Champion." gaze intense as she looked at him.

Sheesh, Ciara really wasn't one for relaxed conversation, Jake blew out his cheeks, as he scanned the bustling pub from their table. The place was getting louder, air thick with anticipation for the final. More patrons streamed in, excitement palpable, gathering in groups and adding to the growing din. Multiple TVs hung on the walls, all tuned to the upcoming event, while a projector was set up, throwing a large screen onto one wall, ensuring no one would miss a moment of the action.

Jake's gaze drifted to the dedicated area for Pokémon, well-accommodated with cushions, water, and Pokémon food. Iggy was there, playfully mingling with a variety of Pokémon species. Pokemon with more regular appearances ones such as Buneary were present, but also some of the more unusual ones such as Klefki, which almost seemed ornamental, not even alive in a way.

Back near his table, Trixie had predictably become the centre of attention for some children in the pub. She was clearly enjoying the adoration, a proud smirk on her face as the kids cooed over her. "Show-off," Jake thought affectionately.

Jake decided to keep Jekyll in his Pokéball for the time being. The Mimikyu wasn't great with social situations, and a crowded pub was hardly the place to begin making any headway. As for Arthrox, Jake figured the Venipede would be keen to watch the final, but his still-wild nature and discomfort with crowds made Jake cautious. "Better safe than sorry," he thought, deciding it was best for Arthrox to stay in his Pokeball for now.

Leaning back, Jake took a sip of his drink, feeling the energy of the room. The Stout Slowpoke was more than just a pub tonight; it was a gathering point for a community united by their love for Pokémon battles. This was what the Pokémon world was all about – passion, community, and the excitement of for a great battle.

Unexpectedly, Ciara's hesitant voice broke through his reverie. "Look, Jake about that..." she began, her tone wavering unusually.

Jake turned towards her, barely recognising the uncertainty in her voice. Ciara's cheeks seemed almost tinged with a blush, though surely not, it was quite hard to tell against her tanned skin. She appeared nervous, almost as if wrestling with something. Her eyes darted away momentarily before settling back on him.

Jake felt a flutter of nerves himself, Ciara's uncharacteristically hesitant demeanour throwing him off balance. 'Could it be...?' he wondered, his thoughts racing with wild possibilities. 'Did beating her in battle impress her that much? Is she into that sort of thing?' He briefly pictured himself as some sort of heroic figure in her eyes, a victorious trainer who had unwittingly captured her eye.

But his musings were abruptly cut short as Ciara blurted out, "Can you help me train?"

Stunned for a second, Jake mentally facepalmed. 'Of course, it's about training. What else would it be?' He scolded himself, feeling both relieved and slightly ridiculous. He tried to reassure himself that even if it had been what he briefly imagined, he wouldn't have accepted. After all, he had a quest and Pokémon to focus on, didn't he? 'Get a grip, Jake,' he thought.

As he mentally berated his teenage hormones and overactive imagination, Jake realised he had been silent for a moment too long. Ciara was still waiting for his response, her expression a mix of anticipation and uncertainty.

Trying to recover his usual composure, Jake asked, "What... Uh, why are you asking this?" The question coming out a bit more awkwardly than he intended.

"Look, Jake, I spoke to the Master, after our... battle. He said you might be able to help me," Ciara replied quickly.

"Help you? How?" Jake probed, still somewhat taken aback.

"With Jekyll," she said, her voice steadier now.

Jake's mind flashed back to their battle, the moment Ciara and Kaida, had recoiled at the sight of his Mimikyu. "Is this about Kaida?" he asked gently.

Ciara nodded, a shadow crossing her face. "I have... a past, in Castellia. I don't really want to talk about it."

Understanding dawned on Jake. He realised the significant impact a trainer's experiences, even those seemingly unrelated to their Pokémon, could have on their Pokémon's confidence and mental state. 'It's not just about battles and training,' Jake thought to himself, 'Our personal histories, our emotions, they resonate with our Pokémon too.' He wondered if a trainer's mental and emotional state could be influenced in return. 'People often say we start to resemble our pets,' he mused, the thought amusing him. He tried to picture himself taking on traits of Arthrox, his serious and somewhat aggressive Venipede, and had to stifle a laugh at the absurd image.

Jake's thoughts turned as he considered his own situation, stranded in this new world. If his own feelings of uncertainty or homesickness were too apparent, could they negatively impact his Pokémon? He made a mental note to be mindful of his emotions around them. 'I need to stay positive, for their sake as well as mine,' he resolved. After all, positivity, resilience, and growth were at the heart of what Pokémon was all about.

Quietly, he inquired, "Where is Kaida now?"

Ciara seemed to shudder at his question, and what looked like shame filled her eyes. "She's with her father, the Master's Urshifu, for training. She'll be back in a couple of days."

Jake didn't hesitate. "Of course, I'll help," he said earnestly.

"Thanks, Jake. It means a lot." She said, seemingly sighing in relief.

Jake cleared his throat, still a little surprised about Ciara's vulnerability. "Don't mention it. I'm happy to help a friend," he offered, trying to lighten the mood.

Ciara reclined slightly, regaining some of her characteristic composure. "Friend, you say?" she mused, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. She then fixed her amber gaze on him. "Alright, I can work with that."

Jake responded with an easy grin, "Maybe 'friendly rival' is more comfortable for you?"

Ciara quirked a smile at him. "Now that's more like it, rival."

"Hey, sorry I kept you waiting," a gentle voice filled the air.

Siobhan approached them, bright orange hair shimmering like embers in the pub's dim light, bringing slightly weary but spirited features. Green eyes sparkled with a little fatigue and a lot of excitement, reflecting the soft lighting around them. Dressed in casual clothes accented with her usual favourite shades of green, she managed to look both practical and uniquely stylish, suitable for her work in the family pub. Her Chikorita perched cheerfully on her shoulder, swishing her leaf around.

Ciara waved off the apology casually. "No problem, we were just fine here."

Siobhan cast a sceptical eye on them both, a grin forming on her lips. "Are you sure about that?" she teased.

"Oh, didn't you hear? We're friendly rivals now," Jake responded with a grin, throwing an amused glance towards Ciara.

Siobhan's giggle was light and melodious. "I guess that makes me a friendly rival too, huh?" she said.

Ciara responded with an eye roll, her lips curving into a small smile. "That's not entirely true," she countered. "At least I actually like Siobhan." She glanced at Jake, eyes twinkling a little.

Jake, catching her tone, nudged Siobhan gently. "Ouch... and here I was, thinking we were in a cutthroat competition," he said.

"You should watch out, Jake. You shouldn't relax your guard around me," she warned playfully.

Jake laughed, "Well then, I'd be honoured to count myself as one of your friendly rivals," he declared.

Siobhan's face lit up with delight at that, beaming at Jake. "You'd better prepare yourself."

Before anyone could add to that, Chikorita, the small, leaf Pokémon with a curious, wide-eyed expression, hopped on Siobhan's shoulder eagerly. She piped up with a cheerful "Chika, Chika!" as if to declare, "I'm a friendly rival too!"

Caught off guard, Jake, Siobhan, and even Ciara exchanged amused glances. A moment of shared understanding passed between them before they all burst into laughter.

Just then, Iggy blazed up to him, leaping into his lap with a "Cynda, Quil" as if to say, "I'm ready! Let's go!". Almost simultaneously, Trixie swooped in with an excited "Emol!" having managed to extricate herself from her adoring fans.

Jake's attention briefly drifted to the pub around them. The old-fashioned clock on the wall showed it was half-past seven. The final was set to start at eight. The bar in the centre was already crowded, and becoming more so, with people jostling for drinks and good positions to view the upcoming event.

Siobhan's voice broke through Jake's observations. "The match is not far from starting, let's find our seat," she suggested, her eyes scanning the crowded room. "Dad saved us some seats near the front."

As they navigated the lively crowd, the pub door swung open dramatically, revealing a figure as large in presence as in stature. Symington, Siobhan's uncle, filled the doorway. Towering and robust, with a broad belly that spoke of many a good meal, he exuded a warmth that seemed to radiate throughout the room. His wide friendly face, framed by a wide-brimmed cowboy hat, marked by a large moustache the same fiery orange as his hair. His Pokémon Ranger uniform stretched snugly across his large frame, the fabric straining yet managing to hold. The uniform, with its badges and insignia, seemed almost too small for such a larger-than-life character

Symington's voice thundered through the pub as he caught sight of Siobhan, Jake, and Ciara. "Ah, what a night we have ahead of us!" he exclaimed, his deep, resonant voice adding to the excitement in the air. "Been counting down the days for this one, I have!"

He playfully nudged Siobhan, a mischievous sparkle in his eye. "Look at you, Siobhan, all grown up and mingling with your friends. Making your old uncle proud, you are!" he said.

Siobhan's cheeks flushed a soft pink, her eyes briefly meeting Jake's before shyly looking away. With a slightly embarrassed smile, she replied, "Oh, Uncle, please don't. You're going to make me blush in front of everyone." She reproached. Jake couldn't help but grin at her response.

Symington turned his attention to Ciara, his eyes crinkling "And how's our Ciara? Still training hard with our old Mustard?" he asked.

Ciara nodded, "Yes, I'm training hard. But there's always more to learn and improve," she said seriously, her gaze steady and focused.

Symington responded to her with a booming laugh that made his whole frame quiver. "Serious as ever, Ciara!" he bellowed jovially. "But that's what makes you a fine trainer, isn't it? Keep at it, lass – you're bound for great things, no doubt!"

Jake then, unable to suppress a wide smile, reached out for a handshake. "Symington! Great to see you!"

Grasping Jake's hand in a firm, warm grip, Symington beamed. "And you, young Jake! You're fitting in just like a local," he boomed with a hearty laugh.

"Thanks to you, really," Jake responded, his voice filled with genuine appreciation for the man.

Symington dismissed the thanks with a jovial wave. "Ah, it's nothing, lad. I just gave you a nudge in the right direction!" He then regarded Jake for a moment. "You're on a grand path, becoming a Pokémon trainer. A fine pursuit for a young chap like yourself. Mustard will see you right, he will"

Jake replied, "I really appreciate it, Symington. Your words mean a lot."

Symington clapped Jake on the shoulder. "Of course, lad! Now, let's get ready for the show, shall we?" he boomed with a grin. "And what's a show without a good drink? I'll bring them over – you youngsters grab those seats before they're snatched up!"

With Symington's words still echoing in their ears, Jake, Ciara, and Siobhan settled into their seats near to the screen, their Pokémon by their side. Jake's eyes were drawn to the pre-match build-up on the television. The set up seemed familiar almost like the pre-game show of a football match, complete with a host and a panel of pundits. The studio was set up with sleek, modern decor, the backdrop a stunning view of Wyndon Stadium.

One of the pundits appeared to be Opal, the Fairy-type gym leader of Ballonlea, she certainly cut a unique figure. As in the games she appeared an elderly woman with a dignified air. She had wavy, grayish-white hair styled neatly, her outfit a long, flowing gown adorned with intricate patterns, predominantly in shades of pink and purple, decidedly out of place with her sharply dressed colleagues.

Jake listened in, faintly amused, yet intrigued what they would say about Leon and Raihan. The conversation was in full swing, the pundits analysing Leon's unexpected and dramatic rise to championship status the previous year.

One of the male pundits, speaking with an air of authority, was saying, "It's truly unprecedented. The Championship has long been the playground of established gyms, and for a relative newcomer like Leon to not only win but compete again at this level is still a surprise, even a year on."

Another pundit, nodding in agreement, added, "Absolutely. Hammerlocke's long dominance in the league made it seem unbreakable. For an unknown to come in and shatter that chain – it's nothing short of remarkable."

Opal leaned forward slightly, "Ah, but remember, the most colourful flowers often bloom in the most unexpected places, and when they do, they can change the entire landscape," she said slowly, almost whimsically.

Opal's words hung in the air, leaving a tangible pause in the studio. The host, clearly caught off-guard, blinked a few times, expression a picture of confusion. The other pundits, equally stupefied, exchanged glances, faces etched with bewilderment. After a moment that seemed to stretch on, the host, still visibly perplexed, managed a hesitant, "Uh, right then..." He gave Opal another odd look, as if questioning the very fabric of the conversation, before clearing his throat as he awkwardly steered the discussion onto a new topic.

Jake turned to Ciara and Siobhan, a faint smirk on his face. "Did you know what she meant?" he remarked.

Ciara shrugged; her expression nonchalant. "Opal's a great trainer, no doubt about it, but she's hard to understand sometimes. Speaks in riddles more often than not."

Siobhan tilted her head, her brow furrowed in thought. "I'm not that sure, but Opal is renowned. She's been around a long time, hasn't she?"

Jake nodded, recalling a piece of history. "Didn't she used to compete with Mustard? I heard they had a rivalry."

Ciara's nodded slowly, "Yes, that's true. Mustard defeated her about 50 years ago. Quite a legendary battle, from what I've heard."

Siobhan chimed in, "Mustard was Champion of Galar for 18 years before he retired. No one really knows why he stepped down."

Jake's mind wandered to the stories his friend Josh had incessantly shared with him. 'Mustard lost his first partner Pokémon 18 years ago,' he remembered Josh saying. The loss had deeply affected Mustard, his prowess waning as a result. Jake recalled another piece of obscure trivia, 'There was a suggestion from the then Chairman of the Galar Pokémon League for a match to be rigged in Mustard's favour.' Mustard, however, chose to retire, traveling the world instead.

He looked at Ciara and Siobhan, realising they likely knew nothing of this. He wouldn't say anything for now, it wasn't his story to tell, and the potential implications were immense. His thoughts shifted to the Pokémon League, the Chairman in particular. Jake's smirk faded as he mulled over the potential corruption within the League. He would have to keep an eye out, though it was still not entirely clear what timeline he was in, or if it would even follow the Sword & Shield story. There was no obligation for the world to do so after all.

With a sense of casual curiosity, Jake turned the conversation. "You know, it's interesting how the role of a Pokémon Champion varies across regions. In Galar, what exactly does the title entail? I've heard it's quite different from other places."

Ciara seemed a little surprised by the question but nonetheless nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, it is still a little strange, especially coming from Unova. Over there, the Champion has a role not too different to a president, in a way. They're involved in political decisions, even."

Siobhan's eyes widened. "Really? Why would a Pokémon Champion be involved in politics? That seems so strange."

Ciara shrugged, unbothered. "I don't know, that's just how it was when I was there. It struck me as weird, too, you know. Champions are trainers, after all, not politicians."

"Aye, the Champion, eh?" Boomed a voice. Symington had returned, balancing a tray of drinks and snacks with practiced ease. Setting it down with a chuckle, the Pokémon instantly perked up. Trixie glided down from Jake's shoulder, while Iggy eagerly scurried towards the tray. Siobhan's Chikorita hopped off her lap to join the others, and Maridon, shuffled from her side to the gathering of Pokémon. They settled around the snacks, nibbling and playfully chatting, creating a cozy scene by the tray.

Symington mused, handing out drinks to the students. "I see where you're coming from, Ciara. But Galar's a different kettle of fish compared to the rest of Aura," he said, the word 'Aura' catching Jake's attention.

Symington took a seat, his large frame settling comfortably. "Here in Galar, being Champion's a matter of pride, sure. It's a title of honour, with a bit of clout if you're popular and powerful enough. But we keep it separate from the Crown and the government. It's more about the sport and the spirit of competition, you know?"

Jake listened closely, "In places like Indigo or Unova, the Champion's role often gets mixed up with politics. But not here. In Galar, we like our battles in the stadium and our politics in the council chambers," Symington continued. Jake found this distinction fascinating, it bore certain similarities to his own country, though again heavily distorted by the presence of Pokemon, and the sheer weight Pokemon training and trainers could have on its own society. But this is where the cultural differences between earth and the Pokemon world became much more distinct, after all he could not imagine any sports teams, no matter how powerful, being popular enough to literally head up nations. It was a scary prospect to him, but an odd one to Galarians, and perhaps normal to Unovans or Indigoese, if that was the nationality. The Pokemon world was much more communal, and collaborative in nature than Earth, the presence of Pokemon lending a sense of balance, and even peace, perhaps compared to the more unrestricted nature of humanity on Earth. "Woah, Jake those are some deep thoughts, let's file this for later."

Jake shook his head as the lively discussion on the screen drew everyone's attention back to the panel. The host posed the final question to the pundits, "So, as we approach the final, what are your predictions? Will Leon reign as champion once again?"

One pundit, leaned forward with a sceptical expression, weighed in. "Well, there's a reason Hammerlocke has been a powerhouse historically. Raihan, although new to his position, has shown some truly destructive potential in his recent battles. He's a force to be reckoned with when he gets into his rhythm, and it's going to take a lot for Leon to stop him."

The next pundit, echoing the sentiment, added, "I agree. Raihan's got a strong chance, but it all hinges on execution. Dragons are among the strongest Pokémon types on Aura, dominating in many regions for a reason. But controlling that power, directing it effectively – that's the key. If Raihan can do that, he should win no problem."

Opal then leaned in, eyes glinting with that same mischievous twinkle. "Ah, but let us not forget, a single star shines brightest on the darkest of nights. And in the dance of flames, sometimes the most enduring light prevails," she said enigmatically.

The host and other pundits paused, their faces a mixture of awkwardness and confusion as they tried to unpack Opal's cryptic statement. The host, after a brief, somewhat stupefied silence, shuffled his papers, visibly relieved when he noticed the match was about to start. "Well, it looks like it's time for the battle to begin," he said, a touch too eagerly, the screen transitioning from the studio's puzzled faces to a magnificent view of Wyndon Stadium, capturing Jake's full attention. The stadium was bustling, filled with a large crowd that, while impressive, was noticeably smaller than what Jake was accustomed to seeing at major sporting events back on Earth. He wondered if this was due to a lower population in this part of the Pokémon world, another question he filed away for later consideration.

Wyndon Stadium itself was an architectural marvel, its structure featuring a distinctive arch that seemed to be a signature element, iconic to the stadium's design. Contrary to the traditional football pitch that the games had depicted, a rather strange design choice in Jake's opinion, the field was an intriguing patchwork of varied terrain. It wasn't a permanent structure; the land seemed capable of transformation, hinting at advanced technology that allowed the field of battle to be altered as needed.

As the anticipation in the stadium grew, a spectacular light show began, reminiscent of some of the World Cup games Jake remembered. The pitch was shrouded in darkness, pierced intermittently by brilliant flashes of light, creating a spectacle. The atmosphere was electric, a blend of excitement and suspense filling the air.

Suddenly, a spotlight shone on the centre circle, and there stood Chairman Rose. The camera panned in, offering Jake a closer view. Rose was a man of imposing stature, hair a striking dark brown with grey stripes which contrasted with his deeply tanned skin. He wore a sharply tailored suit, dark fabric offset by a crisp white shirt and a distinctive rose brooch, symbolising his name and status. His face, characterised by strong, angular features and a neatly trimmed beard, framed his broad smile as he the centre of the field, bathed in the spotlight.

Symington let out an audible scoff, his expression turning to one of clear disdain. This reaction caught Jake by surprise. Symington, always the jovial and positive figure, seemed genuinely disturbed by the sight of Rose.

"Ah, that man," Symington muttered under his breath, his usual cheer dimmed by a shadow of contempt. But then he glanced at Jake, shaking his head slightly. "Never mind that, lad. Just enjoy the match, yeah?" he said, forcing a smile.

Jake, familiar with Rose's corrupt dealings and the eventual unleashing of Eternatus from the Sword & Shield games, felt a slight unease. If this world paralleled the game's storyline, the fallout could be disastrous. However, Jake reminded himself that he wasn't the protagonist here. In fact, he wasn't a protagonist at all; he had just been dropped into this world, there was no heroic mission or particular call to action. Therefore, there wasn't really a compelling reason for him to be overly concerned about the main storyline, even if it did unfold in a similar manner. With this thought, Jake leaned back in his seat, choosing to relax and enjoy the show.

Chairman Rose's voice began to resonate through the microphone with an air of practiced charisma. "Ladies and gentlemen, trainers and Pokémon alike, thank you for joining us on this momentous occasion," he began, broad smile unwavering.

He then shifted his tone to a more languid one, one hand gesturing gracefully. "Our journey at Macro Cosmos has been one of relentless pursuit towards a better future for Galar," he began. "We have not only pioneered advancements in energy and technology but also reshaped the very infrastructure of our region. From the bustling streets of Motostoke to the beautiful landscapes of Turffield, our efforts have touched every corner of Galar."

He paused, allowing his words to resonate. "Our projects have revolutionised how people and Pokémon coexist. We've built bridges, both literal and metaphorical, connecting communities and fostering a shared spirit of innovation and growth. It's through our dedication to progress that Galar has flourished, becoming a beacon of prosperity and harmony."

Rose's speech seamlessly continued. "And it's this spirit of innovation and excellence that brings us to today's grand event. This tournament isn't just a showcase of Galar's strongest Pokémon and their trainers. It's a celebration of the relentless spirit that drives us all to be better, to reach higher."

"Of course, such grand events as this tournament are not solely the work of one entity. I extend my heartfelt thanks to our sponsors, whose generous contributions have been invaluable. And, we must pay tribute to the Crown, particularly Her Majesty, the Queen, whose personal support has been so instrumental in making this tournament grander with each passing year."

Jake couldn't help but comment, "He sure loves the sound of his own voice, doesn't he? Kind of a creep."

Siobhan, seated next to him, nodded in agreement. "Tell me about it. I hope I don't ever have to shake his hand," she said, wrinkling her nose slightly at the thought.

Ciara chimed in. "If he ever tries to shake my hand, I'll show him exactly where he can stick it," she said flatly, gaze fixed on the screen flatly.

This elicited a loud giggle from Siobhan, who couldn't contain her amusement. Symington, sitting nearby, let out a thunderous laugh, his belly quaking like a bowl full of jelly. He leaned back, wiping away tears of laughter that had welled up in his eyes, "Oh, I sincerely hope I'm there to see that day!" he exclaimed, his voice booming with glee.

Chairman Rose's voice crescendoed through the microphone, filling the stadium. "And now, the moment we've all been eagerly awaiting! The titans of Galar!" He paused for dramatic effect, the crowd hanging on his every word.

"First, entering from the east gate, the Tamer of Dragons, a force to be reckoned with, a master of strategy and power – Raihan!" The spotlight honed in on Raihan, he stepped into view, his trademark style unmistakable. He wore his usual dark and rugged outfit, complemented by a cape that billowed behind him, a nod to the dragons he was renowned for mastering. With his confident, almost cocky swagger, Raihan lifted his hand to shield his eyes from the light, his signature gesture, as he scanned the crowd.

Rose's voice boomed again. "And now, the man who needs no introduction, the pride of Galar, the Unbeatable Champion – Leon!" The stadium erupted in cheers as Leon emerged, clad in his iconic champion's cloak, vibrant colours standing out brilliantly under the spotlight. His presence commanded attention; he walked with confidence, waving to the crowd, smiling broadly. As he reached the centre circle, facing Raihan, his posture shifted, setting himself, ready for the challenge.

Back in the pub, the atmosphere mirrored the stadium's excitement. Jake noticed Ciara's expression change at the sight of Leon – her eyes were intense, her body taught, a silent but fierce determination.

Rose turned to Raihan with a microphone. "Raihan, you've quickly risen to become a formidable challenger. How do you feel going against the unbeatable Leon in this epic showdown?"

Raihan responded with a confident smirk. "Every trainer dreams of challenging the best, and today, I get that chance. Leon's tough, but so am I. It's time to see if he can keep that 'unbeatable' moniker."

Rose then swung the microphone towards Leon. "Leon, you've defended your title tirelessly. What keeps you motivated to stay on top, and how do you prepare for a battle against a trainer like Raihan?"

"Being a champion is about constantly pushing your limits and inspiring others to do the same. Raihan is a strong trainer; his style keeps me on my toes. That's what makes Pokémon battling so thrilling." Leon said with a smile.

"Both of you are seen as heroes in Galar. How does it feel to carry the hopes of so many, and does that pressure ever become too much?"

Raihan answered casually. "It's an honour to be considered a hero, but at the end of the day, I battle for the thrill of it, not for the fame, though that's fun too. The pressure? It's just part of the game."

Leon nodded in agreement, adding, "Every battle is a chance to bring joy and excitement to our fans. That's a responsibility I cherish, not a burden."

With the interviews concluded, Rose's expression turning animated as he announced. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you our contenders, it's the Champions Cup final! It's about to begin, and its LIVE!"

Jake turned to his Pokémon companions. "Trixie, Iggy, Arthrox, come on over. Time to watch the best of Galar," he called out, releasing Arthrox from his Pokeball.

Trixie eagerly flew over to his shoulder, settling down comfortably. To Jake's amusement, she had somehow managed to procure a small bag of popcorn, which she held tightly. "Thanks for the generous share," Jake chuckled, reaching in to grab a piece while affectionately scratching her head.

Iggy and Arthrox found spots on his lap, looking up at the screen with curiosity. "Watch closely, guys. This is what top-level Pokémon battling looks like," Jake told them, He already knew the outcome from his experience with the games, and he mused about placing a bet, only to realise with an internal sigh that he had nothing to wager.

Suddenly, the audio in the room crackled, interrupting the excited chatter. "Testing," a voice came through, followed by a reply, "Tested!"

"Folks, let us present your commentators for this evening!" another voice announced.

"That's right! It's Jab!"

"And it's Bab!"

"And what a match we have in store for us tonight!" the voices chimed in unison.

Ciara let out a sigh, "Idiots," she muttered.

Siobhan giggled at the sound. "They're so ridiculous," she said between laughs.

'Wonder how they managed this,' Jake thought, his amusement growing.

Symington's laughter boomed once again. "Ha! Leave it to those lads to stir up a bit of fun," he roared, his eyes crinkling.

The Wyndon Stadium was a cauldron of anticipation, atmosphere thick with the charge of the prospect of the two greatest trainers in Galar doing battle on the grandest stage. The camera panned slowly across the battlefield, giving Jake and the pub's patrons a view the terrain. It was a field, rugged and hilly, sprawling out in an expansively. It wasn't cluttered, but there were a few rocks were scattered about that could provide just enough cover for Pokémon to take some advantage.

A digital countdown appeared on the screen, numbers ticking down, heightening the tension in the pub. Jake leaned forward, his Pokémon perched eagerly, eyes fixed on the screen.

The countdown hit zero, Leon and Raihan, standing on raised daises at opposite ends of the battlefield, almost like a ritual, released their first Pokémon simultaneously.

Raihan's choice, materialised in a burst of light. A Dragon-type Pokémon stood proud, a slimy, amorphous body glistening under the stadium lights. Expressive eyes scanned the battlefield, letting out a low, rumbling growl, antennae-like feelers twitching in anticipation. A Goodra.

Opposite Goodra, Leon's Aegislash appeared, the Steel/Ghost-type Pokémon, resembling a sentient sword and shield, hovered ominously. Its blade gleamed sharply, shield form imposing, an air of impenetrable defence about it, both regal and intimidating.

On the television, Jab's voice broke the tension. "And here they are, folks! Raihan's gooey powerhouse, Goodra, facing off against Leon's medieval menace, Aegislash!"

Bab chimed in, "Looks like a battle straight out of a fantasy epic, Jab! Will Raihan's goo monster conquer, or will Leon's floating cutlery have the edge?"

The camera panned across the stadium, capturing the faces of thousands of spectators, each one excited. The screen zoomed in on Raihan and Leon, each with a calm, focused expressions.

"Let's not forget, Bab, Aegislash isn't just 'floating cutlery'. It's a Pokémon that can switch between attacking and defending, a strategic first choice" Jab added.

"True that, Jab! And Goodra, it has a reputation for being exceptionally durable. This is going to be a clash of resilience!" Bab speculated.

The pub crowd at Stout Slowpoke watched with bated breath. Jake's Pokémon, especially Arthrox, seemed to sense the intensity, eyes locked to the screen.

"And there's the signal!" Jab announced. "This epic battle between two of Galar's finest is about to begin!"

Jake watched the camera zoomed in on Goodra's sinuous body as it began to sway rhythmically, almost dancing, as it seemed to almost chant an ancient, melodic incantation "Goo, goo, dra!". The skies above the battlefield darkened ominously, conjuring dense, swirling clouds that began unleashing a torrential downpour. Rain pelted down, the dry rugged field becoming a slick and glistening, the mud beginning to run, to swell.

"Look at that, Bab! Goodra's turned the field into a splash zone!" Jab exclaimed.

"Absolutely, Jab! It looks to be a Rain Dance, beautifully executed. Goodra love to mellow in the rain, though this is probably not the time for that! This is a move about setting the stage for what comes next. Raihan's definitely got something up his sleeve!" Bab added.

At Leon's subtle cue, Aegislash's shield component elegantly detached, sliding aside as if guided by an unseen force, revealing its true form. A slender, razor-sharp blade, glinting malevolently under the intense glare of the now literal floodlights. At its core, a single baleful eye.

"Aegislash, shifting forms!" Jab exclaimed, his voice charged with excitement,

The royal sword seamlessly melded into the shadowy embrace of the storm clouds. Its form, now a mere wisp of darkness, blurred and flickered, becoming one with the arena's gloom. It moved with eerie silence, ghostly blade sliding unseen across the battlefield, presence felt than seen. Then, suddenly it emerged from a shadow cast by a nearby boulder, spectral blade materialising almost out of thin air, an invisible ambush poised for the Shadow Sneak attack.

"That's Aegislash blending into the shadows! A magician performing the ultimate vanishing act," Jab exclaimed.

Goodra, reacted with instinctive speed, its entire body surging with vibrant, emerald energy, pulsating in a rhythm with its heightened state of alert. With a resonant roar, energy exploded outward, as Aegislash's form lunged from its hiding place. The energy swiftly formed into a shimmering, translucent barrier cocooning the dragon Pokemon. The spectral blade, swift and deadly a moment before, found itself thwarted, lethal intent dissipating harmlessly against the radiant, unyielding shield.

"Would you look at that!" exclaimed Symington, eyes glued to the match, "Catching a Shadow Sneak in action, now that's a rare sight! Raihan's got a sharp eye, reading the shadow's shape like that!"

Raihan's Goodra, reared back, entire body surging with a pulsating electric energy. With a deep, roar, it unleashed a barrage of lightning bolts from its gaping maw. The bolts, brilliant and relentless, zigzagged across the field, intense brightness turning the stadium into a spectacle of white light. The camera lens offered Jake little protection, as he had to squint against the blinding display, the electric assault crackling.

"Trix," Jake murmured to his Emolga, perched on his shoulder. "Did you see that? It's one of the strongest electric attacks out there. You're going to surpass it one day."

"Emol!" Trixie responded, seeming determined, her playfulness subdued somehow, perhaps even a seriousness about her.

In response, Aegislash, shifted back to its Shield Forme, shield beginning to glow, metallic body shimmering. "This must be King's Shield," Jake thought, intrigued. Unexpectedly, Aegislash began to spin its shield in a whirl, becoming a blur of metallic light, slicing through the barrage of electricity. This rapid spinning not only repelled the electric onslaught but also sent sparks scattering in a spectacular, firework-like display, turning Aegislash's defence into awe-inspiring speed.

"Turning a King's Shield into an Autotomize! That's clever, that is," Jab commented, admiration in his voice. "Leon's always one step ahead."

"Thunder! A bold choice against King's Shield, but no cigar!" Bab exclaimed; "It's all about adaptation and quick thinking, and Leon's got both in spades!"

The pub crowd collectively inhaled as Aegislash, became a mere blur on the screen, a fleeting glint of light, the blade moving with such velocity, it seemed to slice through the very air itself, aiming straight for Goodra with unstoppable force. Goodra's had a thick hide, but even so, a visible gash appeared from almost nowhere along its side. The dragon Pokémon letting out a pained cry, recoiling from the wound.

"Did you see that, Jab? A lightning-fast Sacred Sword!" Jab exclaimed.

"A ruthless display from Leon, using Autotomize to such devastating effect. What a move!" Bab commented.

Raihan's seemed to gesture something, Goodra's body starting to radiate a soft, luminescent energy, enveloping it in a serene aura, air around it shimmering with restorative waves. Just as what must be a Life Dew was about to take effect, Leon seemed to give a sharp command, the ghostly sword was shrouding in a dark, menacing aura, air around it twisting and contorting as if in response to its malevolent intent. This aura surged forward, colliding with Goodra's healing light, disrupting and diminishing it. A visual clash of light and shadow.

"Cunning move, " Jake mused, intrigued, it was truly surprising how versatile some moves could be in reality.

"Look at that, Jab! Just when you think Goodra's got a moment to breathe, Aegislash swoops in. Snatching a victory from the jaws of defeat!" Jab commented.

"It really is a brilliant use of Spite! Aegislash isn't just about brute force; it's got tricks up its shield," Bab analysed.

Leon did not let up, Aegislash unleashed Metal Sound, an eerie, metallic resonance that filled stadium, a dissonance that seemed to vibrate through the air. Jake winced in sympathy, glad to not to be in the stadium for this one. Goodra was not best pleased either, visibly disoriented, movements becoming sluggish and uncertain. Sound waves rippling across the field, distorting the air with their intensity. In a move born of desperation, it was actually unclear if Goodra could even hear Raihan, mustered its strength, hurling a viscous, toxic glob towards Aegislash.

At the crucial moment, Aegislash responded with a brilliant beam of light, emitting from the centre of its blade form. The beam neatly cut through encroaching Sludge Bomb mid-air, resulting in vibrant lights and shadows dancing across the screen. Jake could almost feel the reverberation of the explosion, imagining the crowd's gasps and cheers.

"Flash Cannon! What a move! Did you see that, Bab? It cut right through!" Jab's voice filled with excitement.

The smoke and debris cleared, the Pokémon gradually coming into view, visibly fatigued, movements sluggish. Yet, Aegislash remained standing, blade form still radiating a faint light. Goodra, on the other hand, struggled to maintain its stance, stumbling on its feet before collapsing to the ground, out cold.

"And there you have it! Aegislash stands, or floats I should say, tall! What a match!" Bab exclaims, his voice echoing the crowd's cheer.

But the battle was far from over. Raihan, unshaken by the defeat of Goodra, called forth his next Pokémon. With a dramatic flair, Turtonator materialised onto the field. The Pokémon was a sight to behold – shell bristling with spikes that seemed to crackle with latent energy. Its aggressive posture and fierce glare sent a wave of anticipation through the crowd, visible even to Jake through the screen.

"Look at the size of that Turtonator!" Jab was saying. "Raihan's not messing around!"

Leon, undeterred, gestured at Aegislash a spectral orb forming swiftly, a swirling mass of dark energy, that hurtled towards Turtonator. But Raihan was ready. The stadium was suddenly awash in brilliant sunlight, intensifying the heat of the battle, terrain starting to dry. The Shadow Ball struck Turtonator, but its shield, radiant under the artificial sun, absorbed the impact with ease, Turtonator unscathed.

"Did you see that? Sunny Day just powered up Turtonator!" Bab exclaimed.

Aegislash's form gleamed brightly as it once again gathered light around its blade, releasing a focused beam of energy. The flash cannon shot towards Turtonator, illuminating its form.

Turtonator's response was swift and unexpected. With surprising agility for its size, it managed to move out of the way, turning its body as it unleashed a colossal eruption of flames, a fiery vortex that engulfed Aegislash. The intensity of the flames was such that even through the screen, Jake felt a surge of heat, imagining the scorching air that must have swept over the stadium.

"That was an enormous Fire Blast by Turtonator!" Jab's shocked voice.

The flames began to dissipate, revealing the aftermath. Aegislash, once a formidable opponent, now overwhelmed by the sheer power of Turtonator's attack. The spectral Pokémon floated weakly, its energy visibly drained, before it finally succumbed.

"And Aegislash is down! Turtonator's fire power is just too much!" Bab concluding Leon's loss in this round. The camera focused a close-up on Raihan, who was visibly delighted, but kept his calm.

Jake was utterly enthralled. "This is nothing like the games," he thought furiously. The intensity of live action battles were far more than he could have expected. It was an eye-opener, no wonder the locals revolved their lives around Pokémon. This was completely insane, nothing on earth could compare to this.

Jake suddenly felt a stirring within him. Back home, he was just an average kid, with vague dreams and aspirations that had seemed distant, even nebulous, something for the future. But here, in this extraordinary world, he was face-to-face with what kids only dreamt of. In front of him lay an opportunity unlike any other, a chance to be part of something he had only navigated through a screen. An opportunity of a lifetime; of a universe.

He looked over his Pokémon companions: Trixie, her eyes glued to the action, his lovable and spirited Emolga perched on his shoulder; Arthrox fixed with intensity on the screen, his reliable and loyal Venipede; Iggy, awed by the power of Turtonator, his young and eager Cyndaquil, full of potential. He thought of Jekyll, even he would pay attention to this, his ghost that was only now beginning to find his purpose. His hand brushed over the surface of a Pokéball, feeling the now familiar, smooth curve. In that moment, a decision crystallised within him. He would embrace this path – the path of a Pokémon trainer. Jake was uncertain of how far he could go, his ultimate goal of returning home remained, but he vowed to immerse himself fully in this incredible place. In his heart, a silent oath to Arceus – this time with genuine reverence, with gratitude for creating this world – that he would not just participate, he would challenge. He would stand in a stadium, face these great trainers head-on. This wasn't a fantasy anymore; it was real, he was here, it would not be a stroll, it would be a stride.

Leon sent out his next Pokémon determination etched on his face, it seemed to be a Haxorus. Standing at an imposing height, the beast towered with a muscular, draconic frame, scales shimmering like polished obsidian under the arena lights. Tusks, reminiscent of ancient weapons, curved menacingly from its jaw, a deadly sharpness that spoke of raw, unbridled power. Haxorus's eyes blazed with a predatory glare, a deep, guttural roar escaping its throat. It was enveloped in a fierce, almost tangible aura, the air around it rippling with the intensity of its rage. With a ground-shaking thud, it lunged forward towards Turtonator.

Turtonator took the blow squarely on its shielded back, the force of the attack evident in the way its body staggered. Yet, it held its ground, absorbing the damage with remarkable resilience.

"Wow, look at Haxorus go! That Outrage is relentless!" Jab's voice rang in Jake's ears.

"Turtonator's not backing down, absorbing the hit like a champ!" Bab added.

Turtonator then turned swiftly, unleashing another enormous Fire Blast. Flames bursting forth with incredible intensity, engulfing Haxorus who just battled through the inferno. Despite the searing heat, Haxorus continued its Outrage, attack relentless, but its inability to dodge the flames meant it took significant damage.

The pub around Jake hushed with gasps and shocked sounds, the crowd transfixed by the ferocity of the exchange. Some patrons leaned forward, eyes wide, while others held their breath, all caught up in the intensity.

Haxorus responded stomping its heavy foot onto the ground with tremendous force, the stadium floor vibrated violently, sending tremors across the field. To counter, Turtonator retracted into its shell. The moment Haxorus' attack made contact; the trap was sprung. An explosion of unprecedented magnitude erupted from Turtonator's shell, bright, fiery waves of energy radiating outward, a maelstrom of heat and light. Rocks and debris hurled in all directions, a chaotic whirl of destruction. A protective energy shield shimmered around the edges of the stadium, safeguarding the crowd. The shield sparkling like a dome of stars under the assault of the debris.

"And there's the Shell Trap! Raihan was ready for that Earthquake!" Jab booming with enthusiasm.

"The field's taking a beating, but what a strategy by Raihan!" Bab chimed in.

The smoke and debris from the explosion slowly settled, revealing the aftermath. Haxorus lay on the ground, defeated, the toll of the battle and the massive explosion too much for it to withstand. Turtonator, though still standing, was visibly exhausted, breathing heavy and laboured.

"The power of that Shell Trap was unbelievable! Haxorus is down!" Jab exclaimed.

Turtonator, victorious but pushed to its limits, slumped to the ground, energy spent. The pub launching into cheers and sympathetic groans. Patrons animatedly discussing the battle, their voices a blend of shock, respect, and excitement.

"That's it for this round! Both Pokémon have given their all!" Bab once again concluding the round.

Jake sat back, his heart still racing from the spectacle. The level of strategy and power displayed in the battle was incredible. Raihan's Turtonator had been a real force of nature, and Leon's choices had been bold, but aggressive.

"This is unbelievable!" exclaimed Siobhan, her eyes wide.

"Are all battles like this?" Jake asked, caught up in the excitement.

"Not at all," Siobhan replied, shaking her head.

Ciara, added, "It really depends. On the trainers, their Pokémon... a lot of factors come into play."

Symington chuckled, leaning in. "I remember a battle where trainers sent out Metapods against each other. Just hardening up, the whole time!"

Siobhan's eyes widened in disbelief. "That must have taken forever!"

Ciara grimaced. "That's a battle I'd never want to see."

Laughing heartily, Symington reassured them, "Oh, you won't see that kind of thing at this level. But you'd be surprised by what some rookie trainers will try!" His laughter was infectious, lightening the mood as the crowd's attention turned back to the screen.

The field began a transformation, the ground descending, disappearing beneath the surface, a foetid marsh replacing it, complete with water features and a soggy, uneven ground. Jake shuddered involuntarily, his own arduous trek through a marsh, the squelch, the Stunfisk, the feeling of dampness seeping through his shoes still fresh in his mind.

The radio in the pub crackled to life, "This has got to be one of the greatest battles Galar has seen," Jab exclaimed.

"We're witnessing the two best trainers in Galar, I'm not sure what on Aura can come close to this," Bab added.

"Aura... that word again" Jake thought cocking his head, trying to make sense of the term. Jake recalled something from the anime, Jake had not really watched it, but Josh had, religiously. Aura, the living essence of everything in Pokémon, Josh had described it as. Something that let humans use powers not too dissimilar from Pokémon Jake shook his head trying to think, something at the edge of his mind, bothering him for some reason. "What on earth could it mean to use it in that context?" Then it struck him. "What on Aura?" Aura was not just the energy; it was the name of the world itself. Aura, the Pokemon planet. Jake smiled to himself at the revelation, thinking "This is new. Josh would have been so stoked to have known this" he thought to himself.

The trainers readied their next Pokémon, Leon sending out Seismitoad, a bulky, amphibian-like Pokémon with a mottled, warty skin that seemed perfectly at home in the marshy terrain. Its form squatted, ready to leap or launch an attack at a moment's notice. Raihan countered with his Flygon, the dragon/ground-type Pokémon emerging with a graceful, almost serpentine motion. Its wings buzzed softly, stirring the marshy air, as it hovered above the soggy ground, unaffected.

Flygon began the battle, wings singing as it tried to rouse the sand and dust around them. However, the marshy field turned the intended sandstorm into a mudstorm. Soggy and heavy, the sand failed to whip up into the blinding fury intended. Instead, clumps of mud flew through the air, unpleasant for all but the toad Pokémon.

"Looks like Flygon's Sandstorm isn't quite cutting it in these marshy conditions," Jab's voice crackled the audio.

Seismitoad appeared unfazed, even content, though its impassive face made it hard to read. The Pokémon moved with unexpected grace, hopping from one marshy islet to the next, steadily advancing on Flygon. Suddenly, one of the bumps on its head vibrated intensely, then spurted a sickly-looking liquid straight at Flygon. The other Pokémon seemed to recoil at the contact, the noxious fluid quickly seeping into its skin.

"And Seismitoad turns the tables with Toxic! Flygon is definitely feeling that one," Bab analysed.

Flygon attempted a counterattack its claws glowing with energy as it swooped down with what could only be a Dragon Claw. But Seismitoad, remarkably agile in the marsh, dodged with ease. The mud in the air, clogging even Flygon's compound eyes, its efforts to clear them futile.

"Seismitoad's agility is just too much for Flygon in this environment right now," Jab commented, the excitement in his voice palpable.

Seismitoad struck, its fist glowing with a blue energy, and upon impact, the punch seemed to siphon strength from Flygon.

"A Drain Punch with poisonous mucous is not the massage treatment I'd recommend!" Jab chimed.

"That's a deadly combo from Seismitoad!" Bab exclaimed.

With a deep, resonant croak, Seismitoad coiled its muscular legs, gathering strength. In a burst of speed, it lunged forward, spitting forward a streamlined projectile, a swirling torrent of water in a narrow but highly pressurised cone. Flygon, already reeling from the toxic and draining assaults, had no chance to react. It catapulted backward, tumbling through the air before crashing heavily into the wet ground, defeated and motionless. Leon watched, satisfaction on his face, as Raihan stood in contrast, his expression surprised, but a small grin on his face.

"And there it is! Liquidation finishes it! What a match!" Jab's voice echoed through the pub, followed by a chorus of cheers and claps from the patrons.

Seismitoad stood victorious, chest rising and falling with the effort of the battle. Jake had been impressed at how skilfully Seismitoad had been able to navigate the marshy terrain. "It's really something, seeing how in reality, the terrain affects moves like Sandstorm. Pokémon battles are never the same, are they? The land, the weather... they're game-changers in how we use moves."

Raihan, with a confident flourish, released his next Pokémon, Duraludon. The imposing creature, reminiscent of a metal skyscraper, stood tall on the field. body, constructed of sleek, gunmetal grey panels, gleaming under the bright stadium lights. Its piercing, steely gaze fixed intently on Seismitoad.

In a surprising turn, Leon withdrew Seismitoad, the amphibian disappearing into its Pokéball in a flash of red light. The crowd in the pub murmured. Leon sent out his iconic next choice – Charizard. Emerging onto the marshy field with a powerful roar, orange scales gleaming and flames flickering intensely at the end of its tail, its wings spread wide. It looked in peak condition, muscles rippling under smooth scales, eyes burning with fiery intensity.

Raihan and Leon, almost in unison, pressed a button on a small device on their wrists which began to glow with energy. They vibrated, pulsating that seemed to resonate around the stadium, energy coursed through their veins, a visible flow of power traveling from the ground, through the trainers, into their Pokéballs. Each of the trainers seeming to shudder at the sensation.

"Both trainers are going for Dynamax! This is going to be epic!" Jab crackled on the pub's speakers.

Bab added, "The energy in the stadium must be off the charts right now."

The Pokéballs in the trainers' hands vibrated intensely, growing in size, the energy within them almost tangible. With a dramatic flourish, Raihan and Leon re-released their Pokémon. Duraludon, already impressive in size, grew to an even more colossal form, its metallic body shimmering and reflecting the stadium lights. It roared, the sound reverberating throughout the stadium.

At the same time, Charizard's grew, its flames intensifying, a fiery glow reflecting over the marshy field. Its wings expanded, now massive and imposing, flapping slowly and creating gusts of wind that created ripples across the water. Charizard's roar matching Duraludon's in ferocity.

"Look at the size of Charizard!" Jab's voice boomed over the speakers. "Leon's really bringing the heat now!"

"And Duraludon, it's a walking skyscraper!" Bab added.

The epic finale of the championship match commenced under the night sky, stadium lights casting a glow over the battlefield, Duraludon let out a thunderous roar, its body freezing a moment as it tapped into the marshy ground beneath it as it began to crack and heave. Massive boulders, unaured from the depths of the marsh, rising up around Duraludon. With a mighty swing of its solid steel tail, boulders were sent hurtling towards Charizard. The air whistled as rocks, symbols of sliced through it, ominous, fast-moving shadows over the field.

Jab's voice echoed through the stadium, filled with excitement, "And there's Stone Edge! Look at those boulders fly!"

Jake leaned in closer, whispering to Iggy, "Watch closely, little one. You'll be facing moves like these one day." Iggy's eyes were fixed on the screen, her little body tense with excitement.

Leon signalled Charizard for a counter. The fire-flying Pokémon, now towering in its Dynamax form, reared back, chest swelling with energy. With a mighty flap of its colossal wings, Charizard unleashed an enormous Air Slash, a massive, razor-sharp gust of wind. The gust roared across the marshy battlefield, the force causing ripples in the water below. It collided with the incoming boulders; wind shearing through the rocks. The boulders shattered into dust upon impact, cascading down like a rain of stone.

Jab's voice boomed over the stadium, filled with excitement, "Incredible! Charizard's Air Slash just turned those boulders into pebbles! What power!"

Bab added, "That's the agility and strength of Charizard for you! Training a Pokemon like this does not just happen overnight. We're witnessing years of effort and practice in the making."

Unfazed by Charizard's display, the huge steel Pokémon coiled its muscular frame, gathering momentum. With a surge of energy, it launched itself forward, transforming its entire body into a living projectile. Duraludon's head, hard and pointed like a missile, aimed directly at Charizard. The marshy ground quaked under its immense weight as it charged, a trail of disrupted earth and water in its wake.

Jab's voice crackled through the speakers, filled with anticipation, "Here comes Duraludon, charging like a freight train! Look at the power in that approach!"

Bab's analysis followed, "Look how Duraludon's using its full weight and metal body to its advantage. It's a living battering ram in action. Charizard's going to have a tough time withstanding this!"

Charizard responded, body glowing with a mystical aura, the marshy ground trembled, and rocks, imbued with the primal energy of ages past, began to rise. These stones, swirling in an orbit around Charizard, aglow with ethereal light. With a commanding roar, Charizard directed this maelstrom of rocky projectiles at the charging Duraludon. The rocks, like guided missiles, whirled through the air with incredible speed, colliding with Duraludon's metallic body. Each impact resonated through the stadium, the ancient energy disrupting Duraludon's momentum and effectively halting its formidable charge.

In the pub, a collective hush was followed by an eruption of cheers filling the air, the patrons were on their feet, eyes glued to the screen. Jake, too, was caught up in the excitement, but his mind was racing.

"Pokémon moves are so versatile," Jake mused casually. He remembered how in the games, he often just picked whatever move was super effective and charged ahead, full-on offense. "But it seems like here, just going for the super effective hit isn't enough. There's a whole other level of thought required for this."

Determined to regain momentum, Raihan pointed furiously, shouting a command. His colossal steel Pokémon's claws began to glow, an intense energy, light pulsating with power. With a swift, fluid motion belying its gigantic form, Duraludon's claws sliced through the air with terrifying speed, the impact was monumental, sending a thunderous boom that echoed through the stadium. Even in its Dynamaxed state, Charizard reeled from the force.

Jab's voice captured the excitement, "And there's the Dragon Claw! Duraludon showing the fury of a dragon!"

Bab chimed in. "That was a perfectly executed Dragon Claw. Raihan's timing was impeccable, striking right when Charizard was off balance. It's moves like these that show why he's one of the top trainers!"

Leon somehow seemed to sense a pivotal moment, he thrust out his arm, Charizard, with a deep, resonating roar, reared back, chest glowing with fiery energy. Then, in a spectacular display, it unleashed on a colossal scale, a massive, roaring inferno. The flames, shaped like a 大, surged forward with a life of their own, an ocean of fire cascading towards Duraludon.

The heat was so intense, the air distorting around it, flames hungrily licking at Duraludon's metallic body. The steel Pokémon cried out in pain as the unbearable heat began to melt its once-impenetrable exterior.

"Duraludon is engulfed! That Fire Blast was monstrous!" Bab shouted, his voice a blend of shock and awe.

In the pub, the crowd gasped, eyes wide at what they were witnessing. Trixie, perched on Jake's shoulder, watched with an unfamiliar expression of intense seriousness. Arthrox, his antennae completely still, fixated on the screen, eyes almost glaring. Iggy, more than anyone, was captivated, the light of the fire reflecting off her face as she looked up in awe, almost in reverence.

As the inferno began to wane, the towering form of Duraludon shrinking back to its normal size, the intense heat had taken a visible toll. Duraludon's metallic body, visibly warping and melting under the extreme temperature. The once sleek and shiny armour now scorched, patches glowing red-hot, molten metal dripping onto the marshy ground. Duraludon let out a pained, but almost whining roar, resonating with metallic agony. Legs buckling under its own weight, and with a final, laboured breath, it collapsed to the ground.

In the pub, a hushed silence fell over the crowd, followed by a burst of applause for the intense battle. Jake watched, heart racing with adrenaline.

On screen, Leon stood tall amidst the fading flames, the silhouette of Charizard extending behind him, the cheers of the crowd echoing around the stadium, and no doubt the rest of Galar. The camera panned around him, standing with a fist pumped towards the sky, his cape billowing, Leon celebrated - to the flame, to the glory, and to victory.