Reincarnated Into a Pokémon World and Can See Their Hidden Potential?!

The atmosphere in the stadium had shifted—more focused, more intense. After grueling rounds of 1v1 battles and the challenging 3v3 second stage, only twelve participants remained. These were the elite of the intermediate trainers, the ones who had proven their strength, strategy, and bond with their Pokémon.

Ray and Kira stood together, side by side as the massive display screen above the arena lit up with the official bracket for the third and final stage. The crowd murmured in excitement as each name was drawn and placed. And then—

"Ray Virel versus Lance Gren," the announcer boomed.

Ray's eyes narrowed. Lance Gren. That name had been floating around since the beginning of the tournament. A calm, collected trainer known for his balanced team and ability to adapt quickly during battle. Many had placed him in their personal top 8 predictions.

A few moments later, another pairing caught Ray's eye: "Kira Damos versus Leo Fjord." But it wasn't Leo who mattered most—it was who she'd face next if she won.

His gaze shifted to the other half of the bracket.

There it was: Ritchie, the quiet but ferociously talented trainer with the level 47 Pikachu that had effortlessly dismantled a four-on-one ambush. If Kira advanced, she'd meet Ritchie in the semifinals.

Ray exhaled slowly, his heart pounding—not in fear, but anticipation.

Meanwhile, his own path was no less daunting. On his side of the bracket were Aurora Chevalier, the regal trainer from the dragon-wielding Chevalier clan, and Donovan Lux, heir to the Golden Dusk Holdings, known for his cunning tactics and resource-rich strategies.

A challenge worthy of his dreams.

He glanced at Kira. Her face was stoic, eyes fixed on the screen. But he could see her fingers subtly clench. She knew the path ahead wouldn't be easy either. Yet there was something in her expression that comforted him: resolve.

They looked at each other, and she smiled. "We'll only meet in the finals."

Ray nodded. "Exactly where we're supposed to."

The crowd began to cheer as the announcer introduced the upcoming matches. Ray's would be first.

As he stepped away from the display, his thoughts turned to the battle ahead. Lance Gren was a technical fighter, someone who could read moves and counter them effectively. He'd need to be sharp—rely not only on raw power but timing and adaptation.

He checked the stats in his system for reassurance:

Charmeleon – Level 34 | Aptitude: Core Purple

Dragonair – Level 36 | Aptitude: Core Purple

Pidgeotto – Level 42 | Aptitude: Deep Blue

Each had grown stronger, sharper, more in tune with him than ever before. And soon, they'd be tested like never before.

Ray stepped toward the waiting area, the arena lights glowing in the distance, and whispered to himself: "Let's show them what we're made of."