Along with Katana, Wolf rushed to his hotel room, avoiding trainers and conversations left and right. "The competition is looking good so far, 'Tana." Wolf enthusiastically said, keeping in mind all those trainers and different Pokémon he saw. "Too bad you're not elligible to battle alongside me, that would've been great." He sighed, having already registered his team of six. It was obvious Bisharp was a combative Pokémon, always itching for a battle. Not being to compete in this tournament clearly disappointed the Dark-type Pokémon.
Wolf caught Katana back in its ball, safely keeping it in his backpack with his other Pokémon. He laid down in the bed, and with a relieved sigh reminisced about a previous tournament he participated in. It was the Canalave Contest, a match where 32 competitors fought for the title of strongest trainer of Sinnoh. Wolf only made it into the top 8, but his final match was one to remember.
"Toxicroak, use Poison Jab!" the opponent shouted at his Pokémon. In a flash, Toxicroak rushed towards Arcanine with its knuckle claws turning a bright purple. "Arcanine, keep him at distance with a Dragon Pulse, you got this." A young Wolf commanded his Pokémon. With a gaping mouth, Arcanine released a blue beam. Toxicroak held its ground, absorbing the beam with crossed arms. Both Pokémon held their positions, awaiting each other's moves.
"Toxicroak, NOW!" the trainer yelled, to which Toxicroak dashed to the side, and faster than the human eye could see, struck the Arcanine with its fully-charged Poison Jab. The hit prompted a huge cloud of smoke, in which both Pokémon vanished. When the dust had settled, Toxicroak was standing over a fainted Arcanine, knocking Wolf out of the tournament. The trainer eventually came second in the final of the tournament, but ultimately won Wolf's respect and friendship.
Wolf smiled a little when he thought about that battle. He wasn't satisfied with only making it to the quarter-finals, but a battle like that always manages to cheer him up.
