Sorry for the last two chapters but now I have fixed them!
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Silvershore City.
A sprawling, modern metropolis.
Towering skyscrapers of steel and glass reached for the sky, their shadows stretching across crowded streets. People hurried about their daily routines, faces expressionless, their lives locked in the monotony of urban rhythm.
Even with Pokémon of all shapes and temperaments roaming freely among them, adding splashes of life and color, the city's tone remained one of order and routine.
Yet Silvershore was also a hub of wealth and culture. Its booming economy and vibrant entertainment industry made it the perfect choice to host this year's grand Pokémon League Tournament.
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The Stadium
At the heart of the city stood a colossal stadium.
Its silvery-white exterior was built from a special alloy, layered like a giant nest, giving it both elegance and strength. Its matte finish prevented glare under sunlight, while sleek blue lines etched across its surface glowed faintly at night, lending the building a futuristic brilliance.
Determined to show off their city, Silvershore's leaders had spared no expense. Years of meticulous planning, enormous funding, and cutting-edge design had gone into its creation.
The result was nothing short of spectacular.
With a seating capacity nearing two hundred thousand, multiple battlefield types including elemental arenas and the most advanced technology available, the stadium was a marvel of modern Pokémon culture.
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A giant screen above the entrance flickered to life.
Two commentators sat in a sleek studio overlooking the main battlefield.
"Good evening, everyone watching at home!"
The first to speak was a striking woman in a flowing crimson dress trimmed with lace. Her golden hair was neatly tied back, her makeup sharp but elegant. Her smile lit up the broadcast.
"I'm Audrey, your host for this year's Pokémon League Tournament!"
She turned gracefully to the man beside her.
"And with us today, to provide expert commentary on competitive battles, is Professor Ashford, an esteemed researcher from the Johto Region. Professor, please introduce yourself."
The man adjusted his glasses, his black suit crisp and formal. His voice was calm, authoritative.
"Hello, everyone. I'm Ashford. I look forward to analyzing the strategies and Pokémon we'll see in this year's matches."
Audrey nodded warmly.
"Thank you, Professor. Now, let's talk about the tournament format."
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"After weeks of qualifiers, we now have our top thirty-two professional Trainers. These thirty-two will be divided into eight groups of four for the group stage."
"The group matches will be fought in a 3v3 format—a faster-paced structure compared to the traditional 6v6 battles. The top two Trainers from each group will advance, forming our Top Sixteen."
"From there, the tournament shifts into a knockout stage. Classic 6v6 elimination battles, one-on-one, until we crown the Champion of this year's League!"
Her smile widened as she gestured toward the studio doors.
"And now, to kick off the group draws, please welcome the reigning League Champion—Mr. Gale!"
Applause filled the studio as a strong, broad-shouldered man entered. His short, spiked hair and tanned skin gave off an air of rugged confidence, the aura of a man who had fought and won countless battles.
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Meanwhile, in one of the stadium's waiting rooms, Lanny sat quietly, eyes fixed on the broadcast.
He was one of the thirty-two.
The groupings would decide everything. Facing weaker opponents could mean an easy path to the Top Sixteen… while a bad draw could spell early elimination.
Not all Trainers were equal. Some were prodigies the heirs of powerful Gyms, the scions of ancient Trainer families. Backed by rare Pokémon, elite tutoring, and endless resources, they were destined to shine as geniuses.
Others, like Lanny's current disguise, were the "grassroots." Talented and lucky enough to reach this far, but lacking the same pedigree. Rarely did such underdogs rise to true glory.
And then there was Lanny himself.
An infiltrator from Dark Star, sent into the League as a spy. He had experience, resources, and dangerous ambition but even with organizational support, he was no match for the prodigies who had trained since birth with teams of extraordinary Pokémon.
He leaned forward as the draw results appeared on screen. His eyes scanned the names carefully.
Moments later, he sighed in relief.
"Not bad… not bad at all."
The true powerhouses, the seeded champions-in-waiting, had been scattered across different groups. None landed in his.
His group, Group E, was composed mostly of "grassroots" Trainers ordinary talents with no special background.
A smile tugged at his lips.
"Top Sixteen is practically guaranteed."
He had already set his personal goal at reaching the Top Eight. Anything less wouldn't secure him a future within the League. But if fortune favored him, and the brackets aligned just right…
The Top Four… maybe even the Finals…
The thought filled him with ambition.
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