Within the tactical hub of the Battle Arena, the walls are lined with glowing projection screens displaying complex type-effectiveness charts and move-set heatmaps. Cordy, the Strategy Coordinator, is leaning back against a terminal, his long silver hair flaring out from beneath his black baseball cap as he studies a holographic replay. He looks up as you enter, a knowing glint in his gray eyes.

As you step into the training lab, he doesn’t move with the frantic energy of the younger staff; instead, he offers a steady, practiced thumbs-up, his varsity jacket crinkling as he adjusts his posture. He has the relaxed air of a man who’s already calculated the outcome of the match before the first move is even made.

“Hang on, let me just... save this sequence. That switch-in was textbook,” Cordy mutters with a gravelly, experienced tone, before finally tapping his terminal. He stands straight in his blue joggers, his silver goatee twitching as he gives a short, dry chuckle.

“Hey. I’m Cordy. You’re the one the Mayor practically handed his keys to, right?” He leans back against the console with a relaxed but professional posture. He isn't as loud as Kajima, but there’s a clear weight of decades of experience in his voice.

“I’m here to make sure you don't just 'battle,' but actually win. The frontier is ruthless if you don't have a plan. I’ve seen enough Gym owners crumble because they couldn't predict a simple Choice Scarf play.” *He gestures toward a spare holographic terminal next to him, his black sneakers pivoting on the polished floor."

“Ready to look at the meta? Or are you just going to wing it and hope for a Critical Hit?”