Chapter 638: Crash Training
Arthur's shutout was the loudest note of the entire day!
The morale of the Kubfu fans, previously low, was finally soothed at this moment.
Arthur and Starlight and Frost proved to everyone with their actions: Hoenn is not invincible!
The stumbling block on the first day of the anti-Hoenn campaign was just a small trip, not a permanent fall!
As the number two seed of Hoenn, the Magma Team ranked just below the Grand Master Team in their league.
Defeating them was at least enough to show that Starlight and Frost were still a team on the same level as Grand Master.
"Go for it, Starlight and Frost! Kill your way to the finals, revenge on Grand Master! Kubfu's revival this year depends on you!"
"Not just Starlight and Frost, other teams keep fighting too! This is the most hopeful year!"
"Go Kubfu!"
After the match, the battle songs of Kubfu resounded again on major community forums, and countless encouraging posts were reborn.
After all, most fans are lovely. As long as you still have a sliver of hope, they are willing to support you without hesitation!
And this time, the hope Arthur showed them was more than just a sliver!
Six points taken in a single Captain's Match!
Sweeping away the previous gloom!
Thoroughly proud!
The confidence of Kubfu fans was finally back!
Returning to the rest area after the match, the colleagues present stood up to offer encouragement.
"Beautifully fought!"
"Well done, that was really satisfying!"
"That's how it should be played!"
The members of Starlight and Frost thanked everyone one by one, but amidst the celebration, Arthur quickly noticed—
"The Metro Team people left?"
The atmosphere became slightly depressed.
"Yes, they went back to their residence after their match."
The Metro Team had lost in the morning match.
They didn't even come back to the rest area to watch the matches with everyone else.
The cruelty of competition was once again revealed at this moment.
There is only one champion, only one winner. Where there is laughter, there will always be disappointment.
Where fireworks bloom, someone inevitably slumps in their chair, expressionless, eventually becoming a timeless meme.
This is competition.
"Tomorrow is a rest day. Should we go see Roman and the others off?"
"Forget it. They don't plan to return to the alliance immediately. Since they made it to the knockout stage, they'll definitely stay here until the end of the schedule and go back together."
Hearing that the Metro Team wouldn't return immediately, Arthur looked thoughtful.
Then the matches continued.
In the last match of the day, the Primordial Sea Team defeated the Blood Moon Team, advancing to the next round.
This marked the total annihilation of all teams from the Regal Alliance.
As the host of this Champions Cup, the home advantage didn't seem to bring them any further luck.
Now, only teams from Hoenn, Kubfu, Sinnoh, Sakura, and the wild card region remained on the schedule.
The next day was a rest day, giving players time to recover and adjust.
Most players buried their heads in the video room, working with team analysts to carefully study their upcoming opponents.
A day's time was precious, and no one dared to slack off at this moment.
But inevitably, there were always mavericks among them.
For example, early in the morning, the head coach was holding her paper fan with an expression like she wanted to eat someone.
"Where is Arthur?!! Where did that little brat run off to again?!! He dares to skip my replay analysis?!"
The group was silent as chilling cicadas, daring not to speak.
Now, only Arthur dared to stand up the head coach like this. They wouldn't dare be so bold.
Strength earns status, self-discipline earns respect.
If nothing else, everyone believed: even if Arthur skipped the analysis meeting, he must be secretly training hard somewhere. But if others skipped, it was hard to say what they were doing...
So only Arthur dared to skip; they really didn't dare, or the head coach might actually murder a team member.
Asking around, finally Justin weakly replied, "Brother Arthur seemed to say last night that he had some business with a friend from the Metro Team."
...
That's right, at this moment Arthur was at the Metro Team's residence, and the one receiving him was Roman.
"You want me to be your sparring partner?"
Roman looked at the boy in front of him with astonishment.
Arthur nodded frankly.
"Yes, because you guys should be the only ones free right now."
"..."
This sounded quite hurtful at first glance.
Because other Kubfu teams were busy studying opponents and preparing for subsequent matches, only the Metro Team, eliminated yesterday, was relatively free.
Just as Arthur heard yesterday: the Metro Team members didn't plan to return to the alliance immediately.
Fortunately, Roman knew Arthur's character and believed this boy didn't come to mock him deliberately.
He asked seriously, "But there's only one free day left. Training more won't mean much, right? Studying opponent data is the real business. Are you so confident you don't need to study your subsequent opponents?"
"If we're just talking about the Primordial Sea Team, I indeed don't feel it's urgent to study them."
Roman was stunned.
"...I used to hear others say you never actively brag."
Arthur shrugged. "Just telling the truth."
Roman laughed.
The Primordial Sea Team would probably cry in the toilet if they heard this.
"So what exactly are you rushing over here to train? Honestly, I think your ace Pokémon's techniques are already quite proficient. Short-term crash training probably won't bring any substantial improvement.
"Of course, I'm not saying I'm unwilling to spar with you, just advising you not to push yourself too hard."
Arthur naturally understood the other's good intentions.
"Don't worry, I understand. Besides, I'm not asking you to help train those ace Pokémon."
"Then what are you training?" Roman asked curiously.
Arthur and Roman went to the open-air training ground behind the hotel. Throwing a Poké Ball, a Pokémon unexpected to Roman appeared in the center of the field.
"I need your help sparring to crash train this child."
"It's him?"
Roman looked at the two floating wide-bladed ancient swords in front of him in surprise.
Yes, the Pokémon Arthur threw out was Doublade, who hadn't appeared in the Champions Cup so far!
"The upcoming teams, the captains have too many Fairy-type aces. Future Yuzuru's Carbink, Steven's Mega Altaria and Mega Mawile, are all strong opponents.
"I need a counter-pick Pokémon to counter Fairy-types. Thinking about it, this child seems the most suitable."
Steel counters Fairy.
Not asking Doublade to transform into an ace in a short time, at least Arthur hoped he could grow into a presentable counter-pick Pokémon.
At this moment, Doublade shook his body unhappily in mid-air.
He didn't dislike appearing; on the contrary, he had longed for independent combat for a long time.
He was just unhappy about—
"Damn it! Don't call me a child, I'm a hundred-year-old sword spirit!"
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