Pokémon: My Titles Know No Limits! [424]

[GardevoirSupremacy]: Who told you to go to that concert, anyway? (shrugs)

[CallMeMasterGary]: Huh? August, how did you know I scored a VIP ticket to Ryme’s rap show? (surprised)

[GardevoirSupremacy]: ...

He actually bought a VIP ticket? Didn’t do any research at all…

[CallMeMasterGary]: Why aren’t you saying anything, August? Jealous, aren’t you! (smug)

Seeing Gary’s messages, August quietly deleted his reminder to watch Ryme’s rap concert.

[GardevoirSupremacy]: Sure, enjoy the show!

---

Montenevera

About to enter through the VIP gate, Gary stared at August’s reply, not sure what he meant by it.

He thought for a bit, then drew his own conclusion:

August is totally jealous!

Standing a bit taller, Gary handed his ticket to the staff and entered the venue, not noticing the odd look from the staffer.

Settling into his seat, Gary looked around at the surrounding crowd—all dressed in wild, eccentric styles—and felt a bit out of place.

Maybe that’s just Montenevera’s vibe, he reassured himself, relaxing.

Suddenly, a blast of chaotic music thundered from the speakers.

And then, Gary saw something he’d never forget for the rest of his life.

A nearly sixty-year-old grandmother strolled onto the stage, microphone in hand, shuffling to a beat only she seemed to feel.

“Welcome to my soul rap show, my home ground! Let me see which BABY gets the VIP tonight~”

The moment Ryme finished, Gary felt every eye in the venue turn to him. A bad feeling crept over him.

“My name’s Ryme, I’m rough to everyone, I make people yell ‘no, no, no,’ just like a powder keg gone off—”

With that, she gestured right at Gary.

Gary: “...”

Now he finally understood why August had refused to come.

---

Levincia

Noticing that Gary hadn’t messaged in a while, August sighed.

How many times did I tell him not to go to Ryme’s concert? But no—he never listens!

He shut the group chat. When he looked up, his cake had vanished.

August: “? Who ate my cake?”

He turned to Psyduck: “Was it you?”

“Quack?” Psyduck tilted its head, blank as ever.

“Was it you?” August asked Gardevoir.

Gardevoir just gave him a withering look.

You really think I’d be that bored?

August admitted she had a point and turned to the prime suspect.

His eyes landed on Mew, huddled in the corner, facing away. He picked her up by the scruff: “Was it you?”

Mew shook her head furiously.

But the smear of frosting at the corner of her mouth gave her away completely.

“Look at the cream on your face—still claiming you didn’t eat it?”

Mew shook her head like a rattle, then pointed accusingly at Eevee, outraged.

“Mew!”

Eevee had cream on its ears, tail, and snout. Why wasn’t anyone blaming Eevee?

Catching August’s eye, Eevee blinked innocently from its baby seat, sitting with perfect posture.

“Vee?”

She might as well have had “I’m innocent” written on her face.

Penny, starry-eyed, immediately took Eevee’s side. “E-Eevee’s so well-behaved, there’s no way it was her!”

Zinnia nodded in agreement. “That’s right, Eevee couldn’t have done it!”

She discreetly wiped away the last bit of frosting from her own lips.

…

With so many suspects, August never did figure out who the real culprit was.

In the end, he decided Mew would go a week without cake as punishment!

Mew looked stricken. “Mew? Mew? Mew?”

So unfair! I’m not the only one—why punish me alone?

August: Think of your track record!

...

Back at the hotel, August put Eevee in the bathtub, rinsed off the cream, and lathered her up with shampoo.

Soon, Eevee was a bundle of bubbles, only her head and tail poking out.

“Vee~!”

Hot water running over her, Eevee went limp, looking utterly content.

Her fur, though no longer fluffy when wet, was still pleasant to touch.

Flutter Mane peered in, curious.

“Want to try?” August asked.

Flutter Mane wrapped her wings around herself, biting the tip with a look of uncertainty.

But seeing Eevee’s bliss, she nodded.

She dove into the water, and August soaped her up too. Soon, Flutter Mane was draped over the tub, looking just as happy as Eevee.

When August had rinsed off all the suds and dried them with the hairdryer—

Eevee’s fur was fluffy again, and Flutter Mane’s wing-like hair shimmered even more beautifully.

“Vee!” Eevee bounced joyfully on the bed.

Flutter Mane admired herself in the mirror, left and right, delighted.

Until—

“Mew!”

Mew, who’d crawled out of a potato chip bag from who knows where, pounced and gave both Eevee and Flutter Mane a big snuggle.

August: “.....Mew!!!”

He’d just given them a bath!

“Nyah-nyah~!”

Mew zipped to the corner and stuck out her tongue.

But little did she realize, as she celebrated, Gardevoir was quietly approaching from behind…

...

Mew ended up dumped in the bathroom, ordered to wash herself, Eevee, and Flutter Mane.

August sprawled on the sofa, pulling out his phone.

As soon as he opened the group chat, he saw Gary venting his woes.

How he’d only gone to a concert, only to be dragged onstage as a “special guest” to battle Ryme in a rap duel.

The result? He won the battle, but made a complete fool of himself—he couldn’t rap to save his life.

[PsychicPrettyGirl]: LOL

[JigglypuffIsTheCutest]: LOL

[Gold]: LOL

Fresh out of the concert hall, with his pride still battered, Gary stared at everyone’s reactions in outrage.

[CallMeMasterGary]: Have you people no sympathy at all?!

[GardevoirSupremacy]: Gary’s right!

Seeing August’s reply, Gary was deeply moved. At least August gets it! Maybe he was wrong about August before—he only warned him for his own good…

Until he saw the next line.

[GardevoirSupremacy]: As the Kanto Division Chief, I must ask—where are your morals? Where are your boundaries? And most importantly, where’s the video?

[PsychicPrettyGirl]: +1, want the video.

[JigglypuffIsTheCutest]: Video, please.

[Gold]: Video!

[CallMeMasterGary]: …

He wanted some peace and quiet.

He hadn’t gone far before he was stopped by a familiar face, riding what looked like a wolf or maybe a dog Pokémon.

Wasn’t that Nemona from Naranja Academy?

“Gary Oak?”

He nodded instinctively.

Then she announced, “Finally found you! Time to finish our battle from before!”

...

August set his phone down and shook his head. Gary’s way too fragile. So you embarrassed yourself with some bad rapping—does it really call for this level of meltdown?

He’d definitely need to keep working on Gary’s resilience.

Idly, he opened his chat with Giovanni.

He fired off the usual “Still alive?” message—at this point, it was just a habit. A day without checking in on Giovanni felt wrong.

He was about to close the chat out of habit—

When a new message popped up.

August: “???”

What the—Giovanni’s alive!?

Stunned, August quickly started recording the screen, washed his hands for good luck, then ceremoniously opened the chat.

[Giovanni]: Who are you?

August: ?

What’s this about? Giovanni’s opening line had him floored.

Before he could reply, another message came in.

[Giovanni]: I saw all these messages from you on this phone, so I thought I’d ask—do you know who I am?

August: ??

A wild idea popped into his head, and he quickly typed back:

[GardevoirSupremacy]: You don’t know who you are?

[Giovanni]: I can’t remember... When I woke up, I was in a forest. All I remember is I need to find my son… Do you know who I am?

Giovanni… has amnesia?

Ridiculous, but in a way it made sense. Lusamine had lost her memory after coming through the Ultra Wormhole—maybe Giovanni’s case was similar… right?

It was strange, but the fact that even amnesiac Giovanni was still fixated on finding Silver actually made it more believable.

August considered for a moment, then smiled and typed:

[GardevoirSupremacy]: You’re Giovanni!

Not like he could fake it—after all, Giovanni’s account literally said “Giovanni.”

【Giovanni]: So Giovanni is my name?

[GardevoirSupremacy]: That’s right. Your official identity is the leader of Team Rocket.

[Giovanni]: I’m… a villain?

For some reason, reading that line made August want to laugh.

But he managed to keep a straight face.

[GardevoirSupremacy]: Wrong! You’re not a villain! That’s just your cover. Your real identity is as an undercover International Police agent assigned to infiltrate Team Rocket.

[Giovanni]: I’m an undercover agent? But… how could an undercover become the boss?

Giovanni had found the plot hole.

[GardevoirSupremacy]: Isn’t it perfectly normal for an undercover to become the boss if they’re good enough?

[Giovanni]: That’s… normal?

[GardevoirSupremacy]: Absolutely. I’m your handler and contact—trust me, I’d never lie to you!】

[Giovanni]: But the previous chat history…

August: …

Oops. Forgot Giovanni could scroll through old messages.

But August quickly recovered and started typing fast.

[GardevoirSupremacy]: Oh, that? That was encrypted communication!

【Giovanni]: ?

[GardevoirSupremacy]: It might look like we’re trading barbs, but we were actually passing secret intel! Check the old messages—I’ve given you loads of info, right?

[Giovanni]: ...Seems like you have.

[GardevoirSupremacy]: So trust me—I’m your boss, and I’d never steer you wrong!

[Giovanni]: Really...?

Seeing that Giovanni still had doubts, August played his trump card.

[GardevoirSupremacy]: Even if you don’t believe me, you have to believe your son!

[Giovanni]: You know where my son is?

Even through text, August could feel Giovanni’s excitement.

[GardevoirSupremacy]: Of course!

August sent over Silver’s ID photo.

[GardevoirSupremacy]: Your son followed in your footsteps and is now International Police too! Think about it—if you were a criminal, would your son really be a cop?

Logical. Convincing.

August gave himself a mental high five.

[Giovanni]: I understand…

With Giovanni on board, August went in for the close.

[GardevoirSupremacy]: Where are you right now? I’ll come find you.

He didn’t know if Giovanni was really amnesiac or just pretending, but either way, as long as he could find him, it didn’t matter.

[Giovanni]: I’m in a forest, but I don’t know which one…

August had him send a location ping—but it only returned “unknown location.”

“....”

Where the heck has Giovanni ended up?

Unable to pinpoint Giovanni, August had to keep stalling.

[GardevoirSupremacy]: Hang in there, Giovanni! The organization will never abandon you!

Finally, August closed the chat, falling into thought.

Did Giovanni really lose his memory?

Looks like it... But maybe he’s just faking to earn my trust. Still, if Giovanni’s reaching out himself instead of scheming in the shadows, that’s a win.

He forwarded the chat to Silver.

[Silver]: !?

Giovanni lost his memory?

[GardevoirSupremacy]: Now that you’re up to speed, I’ve got a tough mission for you! I’ll have Giovanni add you in a bit—your job is to convince him he really is International Police!

[Silver]: ...

Is this really a mission he can handle? Would Giovanni even believe it?
Silver had doubts.

[GardevoirSupremacy]: You can do it—I believe in you!

Just then, Mew came fluttering over with the squeaky-clean Eevee and Flutter Mane.

“Mew~!”

She snuggled into August’s shoulder, begging forgiveness.

August couldn’t help but relent, slipping her a custom Pokéblock.

“Mew~!” Mew’s whole face lit up with joy.

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T/N: no way hes gaslighting the big bad

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