Natsuhiko was taken aback and quickly asked, "How long until then?"
"Three months, two years..."
The surrounding darkness gradually dissipated, replaced by the twinkling of pink light.
Has Cresselia arrived?
As the dream realm ended, Natsuhiko slowly opened his eyes.
On the television, the battle between Flint and Mikkel was already reaching its conclusion.
"Hm? Natsuhiko, you woke up so soon?" Lance noticed Natsuhiko was awake and couldn't help but ask.
"Yeah." Natsuhiko responded vaguely.
He was still recalling the last few words Darkrai had said.
Pokémon Egg?
So Darkrai approached him because it noticed his Pokémon Egg and confirmed his connection with the "Meteor People"?
The "Sky God" should refer to Rayquaza.
With Groudon's resurrection, it would inevitably expand the landmass and surely awaken Kyogre.
Once these two Pokémon make contact, it would be an epic battle, only Rayquaza could subdue them.
"Three months or two years? The timeline wasn't explained clearly..." Natsuhiko murmured under his breath.
"What about three years or two years?" Lance overheard his muttering.
"Nothing." Natsuhiko shook his head.
Whether it's three months or two years, it likely won't happen soon.
But the Hoenn region needs to be visited again, ensuring the "Meteor People" understand this matter, so when Groudon wakes, they can summon Rayquaza to minimize the damage.
Also, Natsuhiko wanted to figure out what kind of Pokémon his Pokémon Egg contained, and why the incubation was taking so long.
If not for Volcarona being around, he might never have learned the incubation time of the Pokémon Egg.
But it was taking too long.
This Pokémon Egg was intended to be part of Natsuhiko's planned team, but at this rate, Chimchar might outpace it.
"Let's congratulate contestant Flint for successfully entering the top four!!"
"Now our top four contestants are finally here!!!"
The host's loud voice on the television interrupted Natsuhiko's thoughts.
Let's drop it; if it doesn't make sense now, don't think about it.
Especially for a being like Groudon; once revived, it's the league's problem. If the sky falls, there are taller ones to hold it up, like the Champions and the Elite Four. How much could it relate to him, just an ordinary Trainer?
"They are Lance! Natsuhiko! Hilona! and Flint!!"
The screen showed their four avatars.
"Soon, we will reveal the semi-final battle arrangements!"
No audience left; they eagerly awaited tomorrow's semi-final matchups, curious to see who would face whom.
No matter the pairing, it would be an epic clash, like planets colliding.
While waiting.
Flint walked into the lounge with a smile.
Then.
The gaze of three individuals fell on Natsuhiko.
Feeling those gazes, a chill ran down Natsuhiko's spine; he tightened his clothes and leaned against the chair.
He cautiously asked, "What kind of look is that?"
Lance chuckled, "Natsuhiko, the three of us have battled often, except you..."
Lance, Flint, and Hilona often spar, each winning some battles.
Natsuhiko was the only one who had never accepted their battle invitations.
But now.
With the tournament, it's no longer a matter of invitation but a certainty that Natsuhiko will face one of them.
Natsuhiko seemed like a lamb ready for slaughter.
All three hoped to battle Natsuhiko.
Meanwhile.
The television finally announced the semi-final matchups for tomorrow.
Lance VS Natsuhiko!
Flint VS Hilona!
Epic collision!