The next few days of the Grand Festival go by quickly. Today is the final round, and Anthony and I have kept our promise. I walk on to battlefield and sense shadows.

They crash through the wall. I call out the Evee twins, Wartortle, and summon Mastaru. "Pokémon," I say telepathically, "Evacuate the audience. We can handle this." They obey and Mastaru and I get into a long fight. We win the fight, but it took hours (in the Pokémon world.)

I walk over to Anthony and say, "I think you should take the cup. I have to repay you sometime for letting me take that ribbon." "No," He replied, "You should take it." "You and your Pokémon worked hard for the contests you competed in." I protest, "I don't even train, I just make stuff up as I go. I should never have won those contests like that. You deserve it."

He decides its best not to argue and takes the cup. I would have more chances to give the cup to those who deserve it in later regions.