Finally, the day has come. It's the day of the tournament. He has come to the venue for the first time in a long time. It's nostalgic, but it feels so small to him. There is no need to think about why. He uses his soft body to knock away the surrounding pokemon, and he searches for Aggron, and she waves back at him. Good, now he has fulfilled his promise to enter the tournament with her.

He shows off the strategy he has been practicing all this time. He shakes the ground with his sheer weight and crushes his opponent. He also smacks down the flying opponent, making them feel his weight. It was an unprecedented winning streak. No one can stop his size, weight, and winning streak. He has made it to the final match for the first time in his life.

And he watches the other matches until the fight. That Aggron also keeps winning... and she is his opponent in the final match. It's a very strange situation that this will be the first final match for both of them. Before the fight, the two of them enjoy smoothies together in the same room, and exchange their intentions for the fateful battle.

They waddled out onto the field. The field was supposed to be big, but the size of the two blobs made it look a little cramped. In the silence, they looked each other in the eye, tense. He slapped his stomach, invigorating his fighting spirit. It wasn't a move, so it didn't increase his attack or decrease his HP, though.

The gong sounded, and the battle began! He created an earthquake as soon as it began. This alone would be enough to win a match against a normal Aggron opponent, but she doesn't budge. Her body, strengthened by adipose and smoothie, absorbed his impact. It seemed that his strategy of stalling his opponent wouldn't work. Thinking this, he made a tackle, taking advantage of his large size. Perhaps thinking that ranged attacks were pointless against him, she switched to hand-to-hand combat. Their tails and bellies collided violently. Every time the super-heavyweight blobs collided, a heavy sound and a quake reverberated throughout the stadium were generated.

Since it came down to a tackle match using both their weights, it would be a simple test of strength. And with their equally even strength, one might think that the deciding factor would be the difference in willpower at the time. However, he is pushed more and more into the wall. Gradually weakening, he became even less able to stop her onslaught. His weight attacks were based on the premise of stalling her with shakes. So now that his strategy no longer worked, he was left behind by her, who was skilled at using pure body attacks. With her final heavy slam, his massive body collapsed with a huge thump...
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It's Day 29. One day left... I said many times that it was tough at the beginning, but I've finally made it to here.

It's late, but this art style is imitating a certain artist. If you look at my recent favorites, you'll probably know who it is. But I can't express the balance between softness and shape... I still have a long way to go.