Collect rewards and items in the mail with each battle won, as they will help you evolve your trained fighters. The more you evolve your warriors, the more their corporal appearance changes. And from "changes", we suggest "that they get super unveiling, teasing you endlessly". And, if you can't escape from the headspace these steaming hot visuals have pushed one into, the game does feature a useful "auto" mode that can play the best moves, which means it is possible to keep concentrating on your win - or even, you know, anything is holding your focus.
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