At exactly 7 PM, Kai and Tamao stood on opposite ends of the training ground behind the main estate. Erika and the other Kimono Sisters accompanied them, forming a small audience beneath the dusky evening sky.
The sun hadn't fully set yet, casting the battlefield in a soft golden hue. The ground itself was uneven, still worn from the many battles fought earlier in the day. The tea ceremony staff hadn't had time to clean it up.
But neither Kai nor Tamao seemed to mind.
As they took their places in the Trainer zones, Koume quietly stepped beside Kai and leaned in.
"Kai, don't let our performances fool you. We may spend time on stage, but Tamao is a strong battler, maybe not as sharp as Satsuki, but still someone to take seriously."
Kai offered a nod of appreciation. "Thanks for the heads-up."
He respected her honesty. Clearly, she wasn't letting family ties cloud her judgment. Of the five sisters, she seemed the most grounded.
Kai remembered from his travels that in the games, defeating the Ecruteak Kimono Sisters was a necessary step to earn the Clear Bell. Their skills weren't just for showcthey were seasoned trainers in their own right.
While not elite-level battlers, they were certainly stronger than your average Trainer.
Across the field, Tamao stood with hands on her hips, eyes narrowed, and voice sharp.
"I want you to understand something, Champion. We're more than performers. Our strength isn't just for display."
She cast a brief, loaded glance toward Erika.
And with that, Kai finally understood.
He hadn't meant anything by it, but earlier, when he said Erika shined brighter in battle, it must've struck a nerve.
To someone like Tamao, a woman of pride and precision, it probably sounded like a dismissal of everything she and her sisters represented.
'Ah… the dangerous art of comparison.' He sighed internally.
Why are women so good at turning a compliment into a grudge match?
Across the field, the other sisters looked on, confused but silent. Clearly, something had gone down between the two, but no one could quite figure out what.
Kai turned his attention away from Tamao and onto her Pokémon: Umbreon.
The moonlight Pokémon stood tall, fur black as the night, crimson eyes glowing faintly. Its golden ring markings pulsed gently as the evening deepened.
Among the Eeveelutions, Umbreon had a cold elegance. A blend of fox and shadow cat, cool, composed, unshakable.
Truth be told, Kai had always liked Umbreon. But when he'd needed to prepare for a showdown with Zapdos, he'd had to evolve his Eevee into Jolteon instead.
Had it not been for that mission, he might've chosen Umbreon himself.
Still… maybe someday he'd catch another Eevee and evolve it his way.
He shook the thought away and pulled out his Pokédex.
This wasn't a game anymore, this was real. And while he remembered the basics, having detailed info on Umbreon might help.
Pokédex: "Umbreon, the Moonlight Pokémon. A Dark-type Pokémon that evolves under the light of the moon. It is nocturnal and thrives in low-light environments. Its black fur blends into the shadows, allowing it to ambush its prey, while the rings on its body glow in the darkness to emit a mysterious, hypnotic light."
The sky had dimmed even further. The moon was rising fast.
Perfect battlefield for an Umbreon.
He calmly closed the Pokédex and looked up again. The battle would only get tougher the darker it got.
Better to end this quickly.
The other sisters were surprised to see Kai using a Pokédex. A Champion needing a refresher? Most people assumed he had encyclopedic knowledge of every species.
Kai didn't care about appearances. Information wins battles.
Jolteon and Umbreon slowly stepped onto the field, facing each other. There was no type advantagecElectric vs. Dark. A balanced matchup.
No referee was needed. Once both Pokémon took their stances, the match began.
"Umbreon Charge in!" Tamao called.
The dark-type Pokémon bolted forward, low and fast.
Umbreon wasn't the strongest or quickest of the Eeveelutions, but it had incredible durability. Its physical and special defenses were legendary. It could take a beating and keep going, making it one of the few small Pokémon capable of withstanding a barrage.
Umbreon lunged with bared fangs, aiming to bite.
But Jolteon didn't flinch.
This wasn't its first rodeo. It had fought beside Kai through the Indigo League, the Orange League, and beyond. Fast, experienced, and ruthless when it had to be.
In a flash, Jolteon dodged to the side and retaliated with a spinning kick—
As a Fighting-type move, it was super-effective against Dark-types like Umbreon.
Two sharp impacts landed cleanly.
Umbreon staggered backward, paws sliding in the dirt.
The first exchange was over, and it was clear who had the upper hand.
From the sidelines, the other sisters exchanged glances.
No words were needed.
Jolteon had struck first. Hard. And clean.
This battle had only just begun, but the tone had already been set.
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