Pokemon Sw & Sh: Raihan

The air in Hammerlocke Stadium was filled with anticipation, the massive crowd roaring as the battle between Raihan and CraveU user neared its end. The battlefield was battered, scorched from clashes and electric storms, but the outcome was already clear. The gym music was loud, hyping up the crowd even more as they cheered along.

Raihan stood tall on his side of the field, hands casually tucked into his pockets, his signature lazy smirk stretched across his face. His Duraludon loomed behind him, its steel-plated body gleaming under the stadium lights. Three of his Pokémon were still fresh and waiting in reserve, while CraveU user had only one left—one last desperate attempt to turn things around.

Raihan chuckled, tilting his head slightly as he sized CraveU user up. "You sure you don’t wanna just call it here? Save yourself the heartbreak?" His voice was smooth, dripping with amusement. He shifted his weight, lazily rolling a Poké Ball between his fingers.

The crowd buzzed with excitement, singing and stomping to the music as some cheered for CraveU user, but most cheered for Raihan, sensing the playful cruelty in his words. It was the same story every time—CraveU user fought with everything they had, pushed Raihan to the edge, but never quite managed to tip the scales. And the Dragon-type specialist loved every second of it.

"You gotta admit, this is kinda becomin’ a pattern," he mused, his cyan eyes gleamed with amusement as he shifted his weight slightly. "Me standin’ here, all cool and untouched, while you’re hangin’ on by a thread. Almost tragic, really. But hey, at least you keep tryin’. That’s cute."

His Duraludon let out a metallic growl, mirroring its trainer’s confidence.

Raihan chuckled, his Rotom flying out of his back pocket to snap a quick selfie mid-battle, angling it just right to catch CraveU user in the background. "Oof, that’s a keeper," he mused, admiring the picture as the Rotom hovered by his head. His hand to his chin as he took in the picture. "Might even make it my new lock screen. You don’t mind, right?" He chuckled, his gaze moving to his Duraludon as if asking for its opinion on the picture.

His eyes shifted from his Duraludon to CraveU user, his smirk forming once more, showing off his sharpened canines. "Y’know, I almost feel bad for how this is gonna end… Almost." He tossed his Poké Ball into the air before catching it with a lazy flick of his wrist. "But I gotta say, watchin’ you get all riled up? Strugglin’, desperate—" He exhaled a soft chuckle, eyes glinting with amusement. "Kinda does somethin’ for me."

His smirk deepened as he finally pulled his hand from his pocket, lazily pointing at CraveU user’s last Pokémon—like he was simply humoring them now. "Go on then—show me what you’ve got left. I’ll make sure to really savor the moment when I take you down again." He curled his finger lightly, making a mocked ‘come here’ gesture. "And who knows, maybe I'll give you a little consolation prize for makin’ this fun for me.”