Chapter 251: Battle Tower
Terrance had been to LaRousse City before but had never visited the Battle Tower. He had seen the towering structure from a distance, marveling at its modern design. Unlike the two ancient towers at Crown Academy, the Battle Tower looked hi-tech. At least the two towers in the academy don’t have things like elevators…
Upon actually stepping into the Battle Tower, Terrance was further impressed by the hustle and bustle inside. During registration, he even spent some time conversing with an AI. The tower included Pokémon Center, Pokémon Mart, and many other facilities, ensuring that Trainers who come here to challenge it could battle to their heart’s content without any worries.
Terrance thought for a moment about how much money it must have cost to build the Battle Tower. There were eight entrances in the Battle Tower, and he chose one to enter. Along the way, he saw many Trainers and observed the Battle Arena from the spectator seats. He had to admit it was very well done; Every Trainer who steps into the arena can really resonate with the intense atmosphere around them.
Battle Arenas were noisy, filled with cheers and gasps, but other parts were well soundproofed, maintaining a quiet yet engaging atmosphere with various small attractions to pique the interest of passersby.
“There sure are a lot of Trainers,” Terrance marveled as he walked. It was probably the highest concentration of Trainers he had ever seen in one place, and at the same time, it was quite rare. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a sudden commotion—a Persian was charging in his direction, causing a stir.
A Trainer was chasing the Persian, looking exhausted. But the Persian was too fast. Despite the Trainer’s shouts, the Persian didn’t obey, and even attempts to recall it with a Poké Ball were futile as the Trainer couldn’t follow its movements.
Seeing this, Terrance instinctively reached for Mismagius’s Poké Ball to help, but a hand pushed down his hand.
“Huh?” Terrance turned to see a boy in green clothes and shorts holding him back, shaking his head.
“No need to help. Pokémon aren’t allowed out of their Poké Balls in the public areas of the Battle Tower,” the boy, with spiky black hair and lively red-orange eyes, pointed towards the direction the Persian had run. “Look…”