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[Start of the chapter]
Moo Inoshishe spoke as she made a checkmark on the form next to Amano Joji's name.
She could tell.
Her Raticate was already at its limit.
The only reason it was still standing on the battle arena was because its blazing fighting spirit was holding it up.
Before long,
it would pass out and lose the ability to battle.
And as for Dragonair—
even though it looked badly injured,
it still had a shred of stamina left and could keep fighting.
So,
if the battle continued, the result would definitely be Raticate suffering a disastrous defeat.
Rather than watch her Raticate get injured and lose right in front of her eyes,
she might as well stop the match now—at a moment that looked evenly matched, or even with Raticate slightly ahead.
And while she was at it,
she could thoroughly disgust that clown Amano Joji who loved taking shortcuts and gaming the system.
"You...!"
Amano Joji clenched his fist.
He could also see that Raticate was at the end of its rope.
Any random attack would be enough to finish it off completely.
But with Moo Inoshishe calling a stop now,
wasn't she just nailing him to the pillar of shame?
Commanding an Elite-level Pokémon
and trading blow for blow with an Entry-level Pokémon—
and even being slightly suppressed on the field.
Didn't that just highlight his incompetence?
"Do you have any objections?"
"If you won't accept it, I can also directly fail you."
Moo Inoshishe lifted her head and glanced at Amano Joji,
her tone icy.
"No objections."
Amano Joji snorted,
glared at Moo Inoshishe,
silently recalled Dragonair into its Poké Ball, and walked off the battle arena.
He had won,
but it felt suffocating—worse than losing.
It also made the onlookers feel like his passing result
wasn't earned through strength, but handed to him by Moo Inoshishe out of charity.
Amano Joji's face was dark,
and his whole body radiated intense resentment.
For someone as obsessed with saving face as him,
this was no different from being beaten senseless in public and losing all dignity.
"My god! That Raticate is way too strong!"
"Hiss! Absolutely terrifying! Entry-level fighting Elite-level and not even falling behind!"
"That female demon Moo Inoshishe is getting harsher and harsher!"
"It's over! This year, other than Amano Joji, everyone's probably getting wiped out!"
"...."
A wave of discussion erupted among the watching examinees.
That heart-stopping battle just now
made everyone below
once again feel, clearly and truly, just how terrifyingly powerful that Raticate was.
It was ridiculously strong!
Even Amano Joji, who had an Elite-level Dragonair, had won with that much difficulty.
Then did they still have any chance?
Could anyone still pass under Moo Inoshishe's hands?
No way!
"Pause for fifteen minutes. After fifteen minutes, the exam continues."
Moo Inoshishe glanced at her watch and halted the exam.
Then she quickly stepped forward, scooped up Raticate, and checked its wounds.
Burn Heal spray, Potion spray, Fresh Water...
Moo Inoshishe took out a pile of medicines and treated Raticate's injuries with practiced ease.
"Congratulations, Joji-sama! You've become the fourth examinee to pass under Moo-sensei!"
"As expected of Joji-sama! Truly a genius Trainer!"
"I knew Joji-sama would definitely make it!"
"Our Joji-sama will surpass the three seniors soon enough—when that happens, don't forget your brothers!"
"....."
During the brief downtime,
a pack of bootlickers below
crowded around Amano Joji again
and started showering him with frantic flattery.
Even though Amano Joji's performance hadn't looked pretty,
he had still passed the exam under Moo Inoshishe—the female demon.
That was the first person in nearly seven years!
That alone was enough to prove that, compared to most people,
Amano Joji was absolutely a top-tier genius.
This barrage of rainbow praise
eased Amano Joji's mood a little.
"You flatter me, you flatter me!"
Amano Joji said with a smile, the gloom on his face swept away.
Right after that,
Amano Joji's gaze passed over the wall of people,
locking onto the shining Isobe Himeko in the crowd, and his tone shifted.
"Compared to Himeko-san—the number one genius of our academy—I'm still far behind!"
"Even though I won with such difficulty, I believe Himeko-san will definitely defeat Moo-sensei easily."
Amano Joji lavished Isobe Himeko with praise, his words full of admiration and esteem.
Huh?
What was going on?
That sudden speech left everyone present dumbfounded.
Hadn't Isobe Himeko publicly embarrassed Amano Joji not long ago?
So why was Amano Joji saying this now?
Not only did the surrounding examinees not understand,
even Isobe Himeko, standing in the distance, looked completely puzzled.
Was something wrong with this guy's brain?
"This guy really is petty enough."
At that moment,
inside Isobe Himeko's mind,
Shiko's voice came through once again.
(End of Chapter)
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