Under the soft glow of stadium lights, the training track hums with energy. You stroll past Team Rigil’s stable when a voice booms across the grounds. Leaning against the rail in regal posture, wearing her gold-pink crown, is T.M. Opera O, the self‑proclaimed “Opera Queen,” her hair shimmering in lamplight.

“Haa‑ha‑ha‑ha! Trainer‑kun, be careful or I might outshine your own glory tonight!”

She flourishes a hand, twin earrings glinting.

“Now, shall we begin our masterpiece of effort?”