Incarnated Whisp
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Chapter 165
🕑 Added 2025-05-27 23:13:30 +0000 UTCAuthor Note:
This chapter received edits / rewrites on July 3rd, 2025.
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Samâs PokĂ©mon made themselves comfortable within his small PokĂ©mon Center bedroom. Annihilape wasnât interested in planning for the next battle, so he just hopped up onto the bed and began to snore. Trevenant found a spot in the corner that gave him the perfect angle to stick to the shadows but still stare out at the rising moon. Everyone else gathered around Sam to watch the battle recordings on the computer, with Dreepy nesting in his hair and with Typhlosion looking up from where she let her head rest in his lap.
A familiar voice echoed out of the computerâs short tower of speakers.
âDouble Team. Sonic Boom. Ancient Power,â it said. âRepeat until you win.â
Xavier had been in significantly more tournaments than Sam, with the majority of those competitions taking place within the final month of the season. He had earned his eighth Gym Badge long before Sam had, and he had spent all of that extra time practicing and gathering experience for his team.
In just the five tournaments he had competed in within the seasonâs final month, Xavier reached third place in the first, second place in the second, and first in the rest.
âRedi said she saw him win Goldenrodâs main tournament,â Sam said to his team as the battle played out before him. âPeople came from all across Johto to compete in that one. If he won there, itâs no wonder he won in the other tournaments. And then heâs probably also been entering a lot of the smaller, unrecorded competitions, too.â
Like Redi had mentioned, Xavier never hid anything about his team. Sam was able to write down all of Xavierâs team members, all of their abilities, and all of their known moves, except that Sam also kept finding his gaze drifting toward Xavierâs face. He had perfect information about his next opponentâs team, but he found himself more focused on the trainer than the PokĂ©mon.
The recorded battles had been uploaded in chronological order, and in each subsequent fight, Xavierâs expression darkened. The rush of victory that came after every win slowly became more and more subdued. It became an expectation rather than a desire. It was only right that he would win every match.
Yet, this wasnât a reaction that came from his victories alone. His battle record was heavily weighed in his favor, but Xavier had gone a long time without acting like that at all. There was always a little bit of dourness to him, but it had never been anything to this extent. Based on the upload dates, he only started to experience this change just before he defeated his eighth Gym.
Only then did a certain tension in him begin to grow. Only then did his expression begin to darken over time. Occasionally, Sam could see that stress leak through whenever one of Xavierâs PokĂ©mon almost took a hit.
He was trying to hide it, but he was filled to the brim with nerves, and the more Sam looked at it, the more he felt as though Xavierâs tough expression was him putting on a show.
Itâs not expectation. Itâs obligation, Sam thought to himself. It has to be connected to what he whispered at Cassandraâs party. Xavier said he didnât have a choice.
Sam clicked the mouse, and the video paused. Silence stretched throughout the room. From atop his head, Dreepy let out a squeak, and Sam had to sigh before being able to come up with anything to say.
âXavier is... strong,â he said, not sure how else to phrase it. âIgnoring everything else, his strategy is surprisingly straightforward. He wins simply because, well, heâs better than everyone he faces.â
It wasnât that Xavier had no strategy; it was that he had built his strategy to be intrinsic to his team. He utilized his PokĂ©mon to their fullest, and he forced his opponents to adapt to him rather than allow himself to be forced to adapt to his opponents.
In just that last battle Sam had watched, Xavier demonstrated exactly that. His Yanmega played into its Speed Boost ability to cycle through moves that were all enhanced thanks to the momentum of its constantly increasing speed.
Using only three moves in a set pattern should have made it predictable, but that didnât happen. Instead, the Yanmega just became more and more difficult to put down over time.
Double Team increased its evasion. Sonic Boom threw off its opponentsâ attacks. And Ancient Power forced the opposing PokĂ©mon to dodge while clogging up the field with stones.
The Yanmega had only been facing a Sudowoodo, and there was a massive difference in speed between those two. However, Yanmegaâs extreme weakness to the Rock Type should have seen it play more carefully. Yet, despite how even a single bit of chip damage would have caused it to faint, the Yanmega never hesitated. So confident, it never once needed to rely on anything but that pattern.
That alone proved its extreme competence.
â...Weâll watch the next battle,â Sam said, moving onto the next recording in the Leagueâs archives.
In this match, Xavierâs Poliwrath ran right up to an Ariados. Strings wrapped the Water Typeâs body as poisonous fangs bit into its flesh, but the Poliwrathâs punches landed regardless, and though the Ariados resisted those Fighting Type moves, it eventually became weakened enough for a Surf to sweep it away.
âNext one.â
In this match, Xavierâs Noctowl battered its foe with slicing winds before using a Hypnosis to let itself finish off its opponent with a grabbing Psychic.
âAnd the next.â
This battle saw Xavierâs Donphan use Rollout to completely sweep through his opponentâs team.
And in the next battle, his Yanmega used Bug Buzz to all but blast its foes away.
Poliwrath dominated through the sheer power of its punches.
Noctowlâs smooth flying demonstrated an incredible amount of agility.
Finally, in one of the very last recorded matches before Xavier participated in the Conference, he used a new Pokémon. A certain Honchkrow took great glee in the Dark Type miasma that pulsed out of its wings to knock out its foe.
âHeâs overwhelming. His PokĂ©mon are crazy skilled. He has more experience than us, and together, his team...â Sam let out a frustrated exhale. âI canât lie about it. Theyâre stronger than we are.â
Cries of protest echoed out from throughout the room. Ticked off, Annihilape woke up just to raise a hand for a rude gesture, and even Dreepy protested from atop Samâs head.
But a whine from Typhlosion in Samâs lap saw everyone go quiet, and Sam ran his fingers through her fur out of thanks.
âIâm sorry, but itâs the truth. This isnât even me being defeatist, Iâm simply pointing out a fact. It doesnât matter how confident we think we areââ
A Haunter tried to shout out its denial, but Sam kept going.
âBut we have to recognize that this is going to be an uphill battle. We canât get cocky. Weâre going to have to put in more effort than we have in any other battle if we want to earn ourselves a win.â
As he replayed a few of those videos and skimmed through his notes, Sam could not find any room to create a counter. Any time he thought he saw an opening, he would find a match in which Xavier demonstrated a correction, proving that kind of planned counter-strategy would not work.
Xavier won because his opponents were always on the back foot, no matter what they tried. The second he obtained momentum, it was his. Like his Yanmega, he only ever built it, and in the rare times he seemed to lose his pace, it was solely to minorly change his approach so he could go on to win.
âIâd like to point out one or two things we could take advantage of, but those were only ever shown off in his earliest battles, and he fixed all of them later.â Sam tapped his pen to his lips. âAny weaknesses I saw were trained away, or he at least never does anything to allow them to show up again.â
His team was quiet. Sam was desperately trying to figure out a plan. Ultimately, he came to a simple conclusion:
He would be entering this battle without a counter-strategy.
But that didnât mean they couldnât win.
âWeâve trained for this. Creating a counter was always something we did to give us an advantage, not something we did because we needed a counter to win. We have our core plan. We have our basic structure. Our goal in the battle tomorrow is to demonstrate thatâs all we need, no matter how confident Xavier tries to appear.â
Xavier might have had more experience, but that didnât mean Samâs team had slacked. This would simply be a straightforward match with no special tricks, a fight that would see every participating PokĂ©mon pushed to their limits.
Like he said, Sam would use his teamâs basic, core strategy without any special bells or whistles added to it. He would weaken his opponentâs PokĂ©mon, and he would have his PokĂ©mon take advantage of that. He would also most likely mix in a few of his teamâs new, more aggressive tricks.
But as he came to that conclusion, he sighed, leaning back in his chair.
This was where the real battles would start.
Except, there was one opening.
It was small, but it was still there.
Drakloak had noticed it first, and she had to say her name several times before Sam was able to pick it out. In the earliest of Xavierâs battles, in a match that had taken place within a small tournament just after his third badge, Xavier had worn a glass egg incubator on his back that never again appeared in any other match. He fought and commanded his PokĂ©mon like the egg wasnât there, but it was, and that was the only time it had ever appeared.
âThe egg from the Beginnerâs Tournament,â Sam said quietly to himself. âXavier has six PokĂ©balls for six PokĂ©mon on his belt, but he only ever sends five of them out onto the field.â
Yanmega. Donphan. Poliwrath. Noctowl. Honchkrow.
That was five species, and none were whatever Pokémon that had hatched from the egg.
Xavier had already mentioned it to Sam back in Mahogany Town. His last PokĂ©mon didnât battle. For as strong as he was, he only had five true fighters on his team, and that would give Sam just enough wiggle room to make their relative team strengths equivalent. He could afford to have his PokĂ©mon take more damage as long as it opened up a weakness that another of his PokĂ©mon could exploit. Yet, even just allowing that little bit of damage could spell defeat. Xavier wasnât the kind of trainer whoâd allow even intentional mistakes to go unpunished.
But really, Sam got the sense that the battle would come down to whatever PokĂ©mon Xavier sent out last. His sixth PokĂ©mon would either appear, or it wouldnât. It would either fight, or it would faint.
And that would determine the match.
âBut still. If weâre fighting tomorrow, that means weâre fighting Xavier, and thatâs...â
That dark look on Xavierâs face flashed through Samâs mind once again.
As much as Sam knew about Xavierâs team, he wouldnât be fighting PokĂ©mon alone. A trainer was responsible for commanding their PokĂ©mon, and Xavier would stand as his teamâs lead.
They had promised each other that theyâd give this battle their all. Theyâd strive to do their best to ensure they stood victorious over the other. This was supposed to be a battle thatâd push them to their limits, but would that really be the case?
Sam felt himself frown.
He wanted to have a proper match against Xavier, his friend, his rival, but the more he watched these videos and the more he saw that expression, the more he felt as though heâd be fighting someone just going through the motions.
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Though it was late, and though Sam logically knew he should rest, he found himself returning to the main lobby of the Pokémon Center. This entrance room contained massive windows that let trainers look out into the surrounding tournament grounds. He enjoyed the night, and though he had no plans to leave the building, stepping away from his research would at least let him turn off his mind and not think about anything important for a little bit.
It was quieter now. People were less energetic. With the end of the third round, only thirty-two trainers remained, a number significantly less than the four hundred or so that had tested themselves in the preliminaries.
With so many eliminations, trainers were less eager to spy on one another. There were still some plots in place, but nowhere near as many. Everyone not competing was either proud of their placement or disappointed at their elimination.
But right now, most people were simply at rest.
Though some parties were going on, most of the Conferenceâs energy was being saved for once the finals were over, for the big celebration thatâd take place at the Conferenceâs end. Some trainers had gone home to take part in local festivities, but others had chosen to stick around. Sam had even heard of a few casual, unofficial tournaments taking place in the Conferenceâs exterior training fields. Not everyone was done fighting, and some people wanted to have at least one more, solid match before they ended their journeys.
It was almost bittersweet that the tournament was progressing like this. With this yearâs changes, more people were getting the chance to fight, but more people than ever were being eliminated.
...Those thoughts didnât help.
As much as Sam wanted to distract himself, he couldnât get his upcoming battle against Xavier out of his head. He didnât want to join the many trainers just sitting around and waiting for the end of the Conference. He wanted to win, he wanted to have a proper battle, and he wanted to make it to the top, but just thinking about facing Xavier was making all of those prospects feel slim.
He couldnât lie about it. He was nervous. And he was worried. He simply had too many thoughts swimming through his mind to allow himself to rest.
And, as it turned out, at least one other person was in a similar boatâat least, when it came to still being awake.
âOf course you would be up,â a sharp voice shot out as Sam tried his best to recline on a PokĂ©mon Center couch. âWhat, nervous? Couldnât sleep âcause of stress?â
Sam looked over. The voice was too harsh to be Rediâs. He already knew that she was fast asleep in her room. Even though he had silently hoped sheâd be out here, she had retired early in the night to research her next opponent, and Sam hadnât seen her since.
No, out of everyone to encounter him right now, Edgar was the very last person Sam expected to see. He was the same trainer who had once won the Beginnerâs Tournament. The same trainer who had lost major battles to Sam twice, now. The same trainer who had only made it to the second round, and the same trainer who had once offered up his own Haunter for an evolution trade without any intention of trading their PokĂ©mon back.
Edgar is also the one who passed up that egg after the Beginnerâs Tournament. Even though he placed first to earn it, he didnât know if itâd be a Poison Type, so he gave it up for Xavier to get it instead.
âWhy are you here?â Sam asked.
He didnât have the energy to match the venom in Edgarâs voice. He was just tired, and he didnât care to fight right now.
âExploring. Walking. Just... meandering,â Edgar said. He looked out the windows with a frown. âI... still have my Haunter. No one ever took me up on my offer. He likes exploring at night, and... I donât know. I felt like I should at least give him that.â
Bleary-eyed, Sam tried to take in Edgar, but he didnât have the will. Despite how late it was, Edgar seemed to be wide awake, but Sam had spent all day carefully watching matches to take notes and then all night researching Xavier.
He felt drained. Honestly, Sam wouldnât have been surprised if he was more exhausted than some of his PokĂ©mon.
As he tried his best to regain his focus, much to his surprise, Edgar flopped down onto a cushioned seat across from him.
âSo,â Edgar said, practically rolling that word off his tongue. âYou made it to the fourth round, did you?â
âYeah,â Sam said quietly. âI beat Eliza in the third.â
âOh. Her? Hm. Who are you facing next?â
â...Xavier.â
âHah!â Edgar laughed. âNow thatâs a fight even Iâd worry about.â
Edgar seemed to try to watch Sam, to take him in for some reason or another. Heâd tried to get his ârevengeâ in the preliminaries, but heâd failed pretty hard when Gengar swept right through his team.
Sam couldnât even imagine what Edgar might have been thinking. He tried not to. Instead, he just looked away and stared out the window.
Out there, under the waning moon, the vendorsâ stalls were closed. Even this late at night, a few people were walking by. He watched an Ace Trainer march up the street with her Noctowl flying behind her. The owl PokĂ©mon kept low to the ground, just visible enough to allow for its presence to dissuade any would-be troublemakers.
âWhat? Nothing else to say?â Edgar asked.
âIâm tired.â
âYouâre worried.â
Sam brought his gaze back over.
âYeah. I still have to fight.â
He winced at his own rude words, but Edgar seemed unbothered. He merely continued to stare.
âYouâre seriously that bothered about your fight against Xavier?â Edgar asked, his voice taking on a curious tone.
âIâd be more excited if he were normal, but... I donât know. Everything going on just makes it feel more complicated than it should.â
Edgar watched Sam, waiting for him to continue, and Sam eventually let out a sigh, rubbing his forehead.
âXavier is... I donât know,â he said. âWe went through some stuff together. Heâs serious and pretty rude sometimes, but he usually doesnât act so... focused. I mean, he always has a little bit, but not to this extent. It just feels different, yâknow?â
âI donât.â
âHe just looks off,â Sam said with a huff.
And Edgar let out a snort.
âSo?â the other boy said, breathing out. âIsnât that a good thing? Doesnât that mean you have a better chance to win?â
Unfortunately, Edgar had a point. As dominating as Xavierâs performance had been, he wasnât his usual self. If Sam really wanted to, he could probably find the right words to say and throw Xavier off for an easy win.
Except, Sam didnât want that. That wasnât the kind of trainer he wanted to be.
âThatâs probably part of the reason Iâm stuck on this,â Sam mumbled. âI keep thinking about this because even though weâre about to face his team, it doesnât feel like Iâm about to face him.â
That was the core of why these thoughts stuck with himâXavier had promised heâd give it his all to try to defeat Sam, but right now, Xavier just didnât feel like the same trainer. He didnât feel like the same trainer that Sam had encountered and had come to respect. With how things were going, it just didnât feel like he would be getting the battle heâd been waiting so long to have.
As Sam frowned, staring out the window, Edgar gained a conflicted expression on his face. The Poison Type trainer spent a minute tapping a foot, but he eventually groaned, leaning forward to press his hands to his knees.
âAlright, fine,â he said. âDo you want some advice?â
Blinking, Sam looked back over to Edgar. Edgar looked as though he had eaten something sour, but he wasnât joking. The Poison Type trainer honestly seemed annoyed that he was doing this in the first place, but he would be giving advice, and Sam was willing to listen.
âLook,â Edgar said, and that one word carried an immense amount of weight. âI can... recognize that Iâve made some mistakes. I... got cocky, and I didnât train anywhere near enough for this tournament. I was so focused on feeling confident, on feeling like I could win, that I never bothered to actually develop my strength. I only ever fought trainers I knew Iâd defeat without ever really pushing my team, and in the endââ
He breathed out, pinching the bridge of his nose.
âIâve seen the other trainers. Itâs not just strength Iâve screwed up on,â he grumbled. âThe way they celebrate with their PokĂ©mon... Yeah. Iâm stupid. Iâve been taking my team for granted.â
âSo thatâs why youâre up,â Sam said. âBecause walking with your Haunter is the first step to fixing that.â
âPft. No. I just like the night,â Edgar lied. âBut, uh, maybe Iâm hoping it might help?â
Scratching the back of his head, Edgar avoided Samâs eyes.
For a while, nobody said anything else. Sam looked Edgar over, and Edgar was uncomfortable under his gaze. He waited for the boy to provide the conclusion to his anecdote, but he let it hang there and had nothing else to say.
âWhy tell me that?â Sam asked slowly. âI thought you said you had some advice?â
âBecause... Because!â Edgar stopped himself before he yelled. âBecause youâre still in this. Because youâve actually made something of yourself, even though you got nowhere in your first tournament. You never let that get to your head, but I... got distracted along the way.
âSo I guess Iâm trying to say thisâyou have your friends. Keep them in mind. Donât think about the stuff that doesnât matter. Youâre bothered because your next opponent looks off? Then do something about that. If you enter your next battle with all the wrong kinds of thoughts in your head, then thereâs no way youâre going to win.â
He let himself fall back into his seat.
âSo just... donât fall into the same trap I fell into,â Edgar grumbled. âFocus on the fact that youâre about to have a match and remember that youâre supported by your team. Your PokĂ©mon are... your friends, and friends are pretty important. And based on how youâre reacting to all of this, it sounds like Xavier is your friend, too.â
â...So?â Sam asked.
One of Edgarâs eyes twitched.
âSo, talk to him? Donât just ignore him? Donât pretend your problems arenât there? If you want to have a good battle, and if youâre really that worried, then donât be me and actually put in some effort! Just go up and talk to him! Itâs not like that isnât allowed.â
As Edgar huffed and crossed his arms, Sam felt as though he had to manually push back up his jaw. Edgar rolled his eyes at that reaction as he shifted around uncomfortably in his seat.
âWow, Edgar. Thatâs... actually good advice.â
âDonât act so surprised. I made it to the Conference for a reason,â he snapped.
âItâs just so... obvious when you put it that way. I always miss stuff like this, and...â Sam let out a short laugh. âYou even sounded a bit like Redi when you talked about all of that, too.â
A beat passed.
âWho?â Edgar asked flatly.
Sam blinked again.
âYou know, Redi? My friend? The trainer you beat in the Beginnerâs Tournament, and that one Normal Type trainer in the Conference?â
â...Seriously?â Edgar asked, frustrated. âDonât just name someone you know and expect me to understand right away. Like, now I get sheâs that girl traveling with you, but donât just think that anyone you talk to will know everyone involved in your life.â
Something about that blunt statement made Sam laugh, and Edgar pushed deeper into his seat, radiating frustration and acting so unlike he had once acted with that easygoing attitude from the last time Sam had met him.
But the difference was there for a reason. The Edgar back then was an Edgar who had never lost, an Edgar who had never properly faced defeat.
âThank you,â Sam said, and his own genuineness almost shocked him. âI know the advice was simple, but sometimes simple advice is the best. I just need to do something about this instead of just sitting back and worrying. So, I guess, I need to find Xavier and actually have a talk.â
âHuh?â Edgar looked up in surprise as Sam stood from his seat. âOh, uh, sure. Of course. Youâre welcome, I guess. But you should know that losing to you was just a fluke! Iâll definitely beat you next time we have a match!â
With a laugh, Sam said, âSure,â and started to walk off. However, he paused before he fully left. A certain yet unfortunate thought entered his mind.
âOh,â Sam started. âBy the way, in our battle?â
âYeah?â
âI just want to say sorry.â
A pause.
âAbout what? That you beat me?â Edgar asked incredulously.
âNo. Iâm sorry about what I said at the start,â Sam said to him. âYou told me you wanted to defeat me, but then I told you that I hadnât really thought of you. That wasnât true, and that was rude. Youâve come up a few times, and Iâve had someone say something similar to me in the past. I know how much hearing that can hurt.
âSo, Iâm sorry,â Sam said truthfully. âWhat I said wasnât right.â
Xavier had once told Sam almost exactly that all the way back in Azalea Town. It was something that had led to all of the events in Slowpoke Well. He remembered how immature his reaction was, and now that he recognized he had said the same thing to Edgarâ
Like I said, saying that wasnât right.
âOh. Uh. Thank you,â Edgar stuttered.
He seemed utterly caught off guard.
âAnd thank you again,â Sam said, smiling. âYour advice really helps. And itâs a nice night. So, I hope you enjoy your walk.â
He started to move back to the long staircase thatâd let him return to his room, already feeling better about tomorrowâs battle. Waking up early to have time to talk would mean his schedule would be a bit more compressed than usual, but he knew that doing so would give him the chance to fix all of this.
But, as he walked toward the hallway thatâd bring him deeper in, Edgar suddenly shot up to call out to him from that same sitting area.
âYou too!â he yelled. âWait, I meanâ Ugh! No! Just... Since you beat me, you better win your battle tomorrow! I wonât accept a loss to anyone who doesnât get first place!â
âOh, trust me,â Sam said, looking over his shoulder to send Edgar one last smile, âYou donât need to worry about that. I absolutely intend to win.â
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After a long nightâs rest, Sam woke up bright and early to rush to the arena significantly before his match. Since his battle had taken place so early in the day before, his battle today was taking place early again to keep things fair. There would be fewer battles today, with only sixteen matches taking place, but the schedule was going to be roughly the same. Increasing the number of PokĂ©mon in a match almost exponentially increased its length, so yet again, a full sixteen hours were mapped out to handle the sixteen battles taking place.
Though Sam wasnât the first scheduled, he entered the arena before the first match, but he didnât plan to watch it from the arenaâs stands. He was ready to hunt for his opponent, to find Xavier and have a proper talk. He wanted to remind him of just why they had been waiting, to challenge him to a proper battle, and to reignite the spark in his eyes.
As pumped as he was, Sam expected to wait, but as his eyes scanned the sea of faces flowing into the building, he found Xavier almost right away. However, Xavier wasnât part of that incoming crowd. He stood off to the side, just past the entrance of an inner hallway. A pair of Ace Trainers stood at the hallwayâs front, standing guard to prevent anyone but official challengers from heading deeper in.
Seeing his opponent right there and having spent all night preparing himself for this, Sam immediately moved to approach. He strode toward his friend and began raising a hand to wave, but he found himself slowing when he saw that Xavier was already talking to someone else.
âYouâre joking, right?â
Sam could barely hear Xavier above the cacophony of the crowd, but he could still make out the obvious, acrid tone to the other trainerâs voice.
There was a look of palpable disgust on Xavier's face, though his body remained utterly still. His hands had been locked into stiffened fists at his side, and Sam slowed as he provided his trainer ID to the Ace Trainer guards. He used that as an excuse to listen in.
âI am sorry,â came a response from the person in front of Xavier. âThey are simply too busy.â
âEven after all this time? Even during the Conference?â
âPerhaps if you make it past the top sixteen?â the other person said.
She was dressed in a proper suit, one befitting someone who worked in an upscale business. She was young but clearly older than Xavier, yet she bowed her head in what could only have been deference.
Despite that sign of respect, Xavier glared at her with what felt like genuine hatred, and the suited woman did her best to not wince. She kept on the most serious, professional look on her face, but she still continued to talk.
And what she said next made Sam freeze as he stepped into the hall.
âI am sorry,â she said, âbut they do send their best wishes. It is unavoidable, but, right now, your parents are simply unable to watch your fight.â
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Author Note:
Thank you for reading!
Pokémon included in this chapter:
Donphan
Haunter
Honchkrow
Noctowl
Poliwrath
Yanma / Yanmega
Comments
Benjamin Lewis
The egg being an award from a contest seems like it would lead itself to a typically sought after pokemon, not necessarily something incredibly rare but still something to incentives other trainers to compete. Him not using the hatched pokemon se.ems like the personality isn't combat oriented, or clashes with his style, maybe a support mon. Glad to hear he's talking with Xavier, there's obviously some family drama in the background. Hopefully it goes well. I'm looking forward to them kicking ass!
Incarnated Whisp
Thank you. It should be fixed.
The 49th Khan
What? Nothing else to say?â Sam asked. I believe this should be Edgar asking
Steven
I would guess something more like a healer like chancey
Steven
Thanks for the chapter
TrueKing
My prediction is that 6th mystery pokemon is one that negatively affects their trainer, like Inkay/Malamar or maybe a ghost-type that's feeding into Xavier's "obsession"
Incarnated Whisp
Chapter 161 has been reworked as well! Other than the general framing / quality issues I've tried to fix, the biggest change comes at the end, where Agatha reveals a bit more about what's going on with sponsorships.
