Cheers erupted. Screams of joy echoed.
Confetti filled the air, and the crowd roared—at that moment, the entire stadium of the Indigo Conference had become a roaring ocean.
Two hundred thousand voices united as one, chanting "Champion! Champion! Champion!" The sheer sound shook the heavens, a wave of adoration so powerful it could move anyone to tears.
Logan raised his hand high, basking in the glory of the spotlight. At his side, Garchomp spread its claws and released a thunderous roar that shook the stadium—a dragon's victorious cry. Even the fierce eyes of the dragon shimmered with rare joy.
Logan tossed out a Poké Ball, releasing Dragonair. With Dragonair, Garchomp, and Eevee at his side, he wanted them all to share this moment, to feel the blessings showering upon them from every direction.
"Finally… we did it. Mewtwo, Mew."
He unclasped the Master Ball from his neck and also placed another Poké Ball upon the podium, as though he wished for Mewtwo and Mew to share in this overflowing tide of celebration.
[You've finally achieved one of your goals, Logan.]
Mewtwo's voice resonated in his mind, carrying an uncharacteristic tone of joy.
"Yeah… finally, a small goal accomplished."
Logan's voice was calm, almost casual, yet his smile was radiant. Hands in his pockets, he descended the podium like a man at peace with the world.
The battlefield was still littered with ruins, broken and shattered, yet Logan walked carefully through the debris until he stood once again before Garchomp, Dragonair, and Eevee. Together, they received the endless flood of flashbulbs from all directions, immortalizing their figures in the history of Kanto.
For the coming days, there was no doubt what the headlines would be. Every news outlet would cover Logan's triumph. Every single one of his battles from the Indigo Conference would be clipped, analyzed, and uploaded to video platforms, replayed countless times in the weeks to come.
This was the glory of a Champion.
Soon, the League's official photographers hurried onto the field, taking official portraits of Logan with his Pokémon. These images would be stored in the League archives alongside all past champions. But as the first Champion under the League's new system, Logan's place would forever be remembered as the one who started a new era.
When the formalities were over, Logan returned his Pokémon to their Poké Balls and ascended the grand staircase toward the Sacred Flame platform. Here, he would receive the official title—Champion.
"Congratulations, Champion!"
The League Chairman stepped forward eagerly to shake Logan's hand.
The man was short, barely five-foot-three, and balding with a shiny head that gleamed under the stadium lights. Against Logan's nearly six-foot frame, he looked almost comical.
Yet Logan felt no malice toward him. From what he'd learned, this Chairman was a kindhearted old man, forever drowning in endless administrative troubles that had likely cost him all that hair.
"Thank you, Chairman."
Logan replied with the polite grace befitting a Champion.
The Chairman's expression brimmed with excitement. "When you solved the Saffron City incident, the League already owed you its gratitude. But back then, you were deep in special training, and we couldn't even find you. Allow me to finally express that thanks here and now!"
His words rang with pride. In his tenure, the League had undergone major reforms, and now the first Champions of Kanto, Hoenn, Sinnoh, and Unova had all emerged. His name, too, would be etched into League history.
"In the past, winners of the Indigo Conference were awarded only a trophy. But from this day forward, the title of Champion deserves more. A mere trophy is far too small a gesture. That's why the League has prepared this—"
He clapped his hands, and staff members approached carrying neatly folded garments.
"—The Champion's Robe! The very symbol of your new title!"
The Chairman shook open the long robe, explaining with pride:
"This Champion's Robe is made from the latest technology. The fabric is nearly indestructible—branches, rocks, even harsh survival conditions cannot tear it. It adapts to any environment. In the desert, it feels as cool as an air-conditioned room. On snowy peaks, it shields against any blizzard. Of course, Champion, you'll need to be careful—while durable, it can still be damaged by Pokémon attacks."
Logan's eyes glimmered. He admired the robe's practicality, but even more so, its style. Its high collar and long, flowing design exuded dignity and elegance, almost reminiscent of a cloak he'd once seen in an old manga—mysterious, authoritative, and commanding.
"Yes… I like this very much."
The Chairman, seeing Logan's approval, sighed in relief. "Each region has its own design. Hoenn's is styled like a cape. Sinnoh's was altered for its female Champion. But if you have any request, Champion, we can customize yours."
Logan thought for a moment. "Add the mark of a dragon."
"Of course! Before you leave Indigo Plateau, the League's best tailor will sew it on personally. Wear it proudly, Champion of Kanto!"
The Chairman tried to drape the robe onto Logan himself, but quickly realized—with his short stature—he couldn't even reach.
Logan chuckled lightly, taking the robe himself and slipping it on. He zipped it up to his chest. From this day onward, this robe would be the eternal emblem of Kanto's Champion—Logan.
He stepped forward, now beneath the Sacred Flame itself. The Chairman respectfully retreated, leaving the stage for him alone.
"CHAMPION!!"
"CHAMPION!!"
"CHAMPION!!"
The Sacred Flame blazed high. The crowd roared with a passion like never before. In this moment, Logan was the very center of the world.
Far away, in Sinnoh, a golden-haired girl turned off her television. She sat quietly on her sofa, lost in thought. On the hanger behind her was a black gown-like robe, the material identical to the Champion's Robe Logan now wore.
In Unova, another golden-haired girl smiled brilliantly, standing at the edge of the sea, listening to the crash of waves. In her heart, her determination solidified.
In Hoenn, a young girl removed her elegant dress, her youthful features now burning with something new. A decision. A word called—change.
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