Still, that also didn't mean he implemented no strategy. Rio was set up the way he was for a reason. Same for Mane and Weavile. There was some strategy in the moves they learned and the way they performed them. Each Pokemon on Winter's team had their role...even the ones who weren't on his main team of six. Like Weavile. They knew how to be effective together and perform like a team, some more disapproving of that concept than others. Nevertheless, it was why they worked so well together.
As Ak-Mun walked away with the nurse from the Pokemon Center, the Regional Champion was swarmed by countless trainers of old and young. The media stood from the far grounds, taking pictures and writing down notes. News reporters had their films rolling the entire time and the impromptu interviews would begin. Winter suddenly found himself in front of a variety of cameras, microphones, and people of various shapes and sizes.
"Yes Dave, and I am here in the middle of Celadon City with the new Champion of the Kanto and Johto Region, Winter Sakkio! Winter, this was your very first battle as the reigning champion to the public view. Was this battle any different from your other battles now that you have the word 'Champion' listed beside you name?"
Winter smiled politely at the reporter, "No, I don't think so. A title is just a title. I wouldn't dare change my team, strategy, or anything just because I'm the current Champion."
"And Winter, how did this battle go?"
"It was alright, I guess. I did what I needed to do to win."
"Now, there were words said between the two of you that seemed to be as tactical as the fight itself. Can you explain what that was all about?"
"Nothing of too much significance. I was curious about the nature his Pokemon seemed to express themselves with and he didn't take too kindly of that, so...it's natural to be curious to a new form of training the world had yet to be seen. He didn't want to explain it. It's all fine, though."
"And your theories on what might be the cause of their unique appearance?"
Winter merely shrugged, "Your guess is as good as mine. Had I not had the simulation running, I would've scanned them into my PokeDex to see if anything different popped up. But y'know...only so much that can be done."
"Alright Winter. Thank you for your time."
"Thank you," Winter shook the reporter's hand and turned to Lucky, "Alright buddy. Let's go to the Gym! Maybe watch a few battles before we hit the sack."
"Squir squir!" the Squirtle nodded excitedly and hopped onto Winter's back. The duo made their way to the outlandish mushroom-coated building that stood out from the rest, an air of confidence in their step and a surge of understanding in their smiles.
The next morning, Winter was already gone. He'd left Celadon City early, taking his buddies with him. No one saw him leave and no one knew where he was heading next. The Mayor would open his bank account to notice he received a generous donation of 130,000 Poke, the exact amount Ak-Mun had stolen from the League Champion. With it came a little note, saying this:
Sorry about the hole in the roadway. This should more than suffice to repair the damages. You can use the rest to better the town to your liking.
Winter Sakkio