It's finally the day of the tournament. He's full of energy, having eaten a lot every day. He heads to the venue in high spirits, but from that moment on, he feels something is wrong. His body feels heavier than usual... Each step is slow and heavy, and by the time he arrives at the venue, he is already slightly fatigued...

The tournament wasn't a big one. It wasn't a competition for the world's best, but a casual one where energetic Pokemons from the region gather to compete in strength. Still, it's an enthusiastic tournament with about 50 strong Pokemon. Among them, he is skilled enough to be in the top 1/4. He is not a passionate person who puts everything on the line to aim for first place, but an enjoyer who enjoys battling and improves his skills, so he was optimistic that he would be able to place in the top 3 and get into the top ranks this time as well.

And then the battle begins... but that feeling is shattered by the first battle. His body won't move the way he wants it to! Even moving around takes effort, and when he leans forward to get into an attacking position, his gut touches the ground and gets in the way. He tries to close the distance with exaggerated footsteps, aiming for his signature poison jab, but his wasteful movements make it easily ineffective.

Nevertheless, his newfound stoutness is on his side, and he makes solid heavy moves, winning until halfway through the match. However, each time he does so, the inevitable fatigue tightens his body... And his next fight is against an aggron girl he knows well. Not only is his poison ineffective against her, she is one of his greatest weaknesses, as she is a skilled opponent who uses a variety of techniques such as heavy slams, iron tails, and flash cannons to corner him.
Still, they are evenly matched, and this should have been one of the most exciting matchups in the tournament. However, he is in extremely bad condition at the time. He tries to keep up with her movements, but the pain in his body due to fatigue and the headache that feels like he has been hit with a blunt object mean he can only stand there stunned from start to finish. He was completely defeated.

After receiving a humiliating defeat, he let his fatigue subside and once again looked at his body, bloated by his laziness. His belly was covering his feet, his upper arms were sagging, and his thighs were so big that it was hard to even bend them... All of this had really weakened him. He felt nervous that he had to go on a diet and get his strength back... but right after that, his stomach started to growl shamelessly. He scratched his stomach with his claws and thought, "maybe not from today...".

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It's Day 5. Umm, this time I struggled because I chose a composition that I'm not used to.
And to be honest, I enjoy writing more than drawing. Even though I included a lot of explanations this time, it's still the largest amount of text I've ever written. Maybe I'm better suited to being a writer than an artist...?