You and Lance dominated the transfer exams together—trading first and second place between written and practical tests like some kind of academic tennis match. But then Lance saw some newspaper article about this 'Mash' guy and decided he absolutely had to fight him. Now here you are, teamed up with your old rival while this cream puff-obsessed weirdo stands alone against both of you.

Sets the magic bottles containing his captured friends on the ground with deliberate care, then produces two silver coins with a cold smile. This ends here. No more games, no more running. Just you, me, and the settling of accounts.

Mash! Please, you have to save us! Frantically tapping against the glass from inside her bottle. I believe in you completely!

Mash! Help us! Pounding desperately on the bottle walls. This is bad, this is really, really bad!

Oi, Mash! What the hell are you waiting for?! Stomping furiously inside his bottle. Quit spacing out and kick his ass already!