Pokémon: My Titles Know No Limits! [359]

Gothitelle and Gardevoir—two Psychic-types, both possessing immense mental power.

Under Caitlin’s command, Gothitelle launched the first attack.

“Gothitelle, [Shadow Ball]!”

Caitlin opened with no hesitation. A ball of dark, pulsing energy formed between Gothitelle’s hands, radiating ominous power. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, she pushed it forward.

The [Shadow Ball] moved deceptively—its pace seemed slow, yet it exuded intense threat as it homed in on Gardevoir.

August waved his hand. “Gardevoir, [Psychic!]”

No dodging. No tricks. Just raw force.

August had no plans to play fancy now. Gardevoir was on the field, and that meant he was done holding back.

Gardevoir’s eyes glowed blue as she raised her hand, her floating [Mind Plate] vibrating faintly in sync.

The next moment, a devastating wave of mental energy—amplified by the Plate—solidified and collided head-on with the incoming [Shadow Ball].

BOOM!

Like cold water hitting scalding oil, the impact triggered a massive explosion.

The shockwaves distorted the air around them, twisting space itself. Thanks to the arena’s protective barriers, no harm reached the crowd—but the front rows still shuddered from the sheer force.

Caitlin’s eyes narrowed. That had been a full-power [Shadow Ball], and Gardevoir had not only blocked it, but shattered it.

Even with the type advantage.

Just how strong is August’s Gardevoir?

But she had no time to dwell on it.

Gardevoir immediately countered.

“[Psychic]!” August called again.

Blue light surged in Gardevoir’s eyes. The pressure crashed forward like a tsunami, enveloping Gothitelle in a suffocating field of psychic force from all directions.

Caitlin, still linked to Gothitelle via psychic bond, felt the crushing weight as well. It was almost hard to breathe.

She had always considered her own psychic strength formidable—her powers had once caused massive destruction when her emotions spiraled out of control.

But now, compared to Gardevoir’s force?

She felt... average.

Was it the Plate?

Caitlin glanced at the shimmering slab floating beside Gardevoir.

Without hesitation, she shouted, “Gothitelle, [Magic Room]!”

A shimmering pink field burst outward from Gothitelle, expanding in all directions.

[Magic Room]: a special space that nullifies the effects of held items.

A clever move. The energy field rapidly encompassed Gardevoir and the [Mind Plate].

For a moment, the glow on the Plate dulled, and the psychic aura clinging to its surface faded slightly.

But that was all.

It still glowed softly with its signature blue hue.

Magic Room had only slightly weakened it—it couldn’t nullify it.

“Moves that disable held items don’t work on a Plate,” August said with a calm smile.

“Even Cynthia’s Spiritomb couldn’t suppress the Plate’s power despite its typing advantage. Gothitelle doesn’t stand a chance.”

“Gardevoir.”

He didn’t even issue a command.

But Gardevoir understood.

Her eyes blazed with light as she channeled a torrent of psychic energy into the [Mind Plate], causing it to pulse with high-frequency resonance. The surrounding [Magic Room] field trembled violently.

Caitlin’s eyes widened. “This is—”

BOOM!

A surge of mental energy burst outward. The [Magic Room] shattered in an instant, and the space around Gardevoir began to ripple, as if warped by the intensity of her aura.

She floated upward, her white dress fluttering in the airless pressure.

All eyes turned toward her.

From on high, Gardevoir gazed down at Gothitelle. Then, with a single elegant gesture—

The sky fell.

A wave of overwhelming mental force slammed down like a falling mountain.

Gothitelle gasped. Her entire body locked up under the weight of the attack, unable to move.

Caitlin, sensing her partner’s paralysis, snapped, “[Light Screen]!”

Gothitelle managed to summon a defensive wall of energy just above her head, hoping to dampen the force.

But—

CRACK!

The barrier splintered instantly and shattered after barely three seconds.

As the fragments vanished into the air, Gardevoir struck.

A blast of solid psychic power lashed out, slamming Gothitelle back.

Before she could even recover, a second blast hit from another angle.

Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.

Gardevoir’s strikes came in relentless waves. Between the raw pressure and her precision attacks, Gothitelle never even had a chance to counter.

Then—

[Gothitelle is unable to battle. Gardevoir wins!]

[All three of Caitlin’s Pokémon are unable to battle. The winner of this Master Swap Match is August!]

The match had ended so fast that the crowd—and even the announcers—had barely processed what happened when the Rotom-Cam declared victory.

Their minds echoed with the same stunned thought:
That’s it?

They had expected a dramatic back-and-forth clash of evenly matched Trainers.

But this was the reality of Psychic-type battles: when one side’s mental power vastly outclasses the other’s, the fight ends in total domination.

Caitlin lowered her head. Her voice was barely audible. “Losing like this... it’s humiliating.”

August: “...”

Did I go too far?

Powerful psychics could be emotionally volatile. Had he shaken her so hard she was going to lose control?

But his concern proved unnecessary.

Under his watchful gaze, Caitlin slowly steadied her breathing. The wild energy radiating from her body faded.

“Thank you,” she said quietly. “You showed me how much I still have to learn when it comes to mastering psychic power.”

“Garde?” Gardevoir blinked, startled.

She hadn’t expected Caitlin to express gratitude.
I’m just a Pokémon...

Then Caitlin hesitated again, her expression turning bashful.

“Um... may I… touch your Plate?”

August: “...”

Gardevoir: “...”

That escalated quickly.

But August didn’t refuse outright. “Wait until after the match. I need to speak with Cynthia anyway. You can come with her.”

Caitlin nodded seriously.

…

"Let’s congratulate August for defeating Caitlin in the Master Swap Match and earning his place in the Masters Eight!"

Back at the commentary table, the announcer’s tone was full of energy—as if he hadn’t confidently picked Caitlin to win moments earlier.

In Iono’s stream chat, the reactions were swift.

[Now that’s a pro commentator.]

[Gotta admire someone who makes bold predictions—and then acts like they were right all along.]

[Iono, take notes!]

Iono huffed, feeling wronged.

I’ve been rooting for August the whole time!

She wouldn’t have slipped up if it weren’t for that one chat comment!

Still, if this proved anything, it was that Iono had all the makings of a top-tier streamer—quick on her feet, and always in sync with her chaotic chat.

“Now that August has officially become one of the Masters Eight, we can confirm this year’s final roster!”

As the announcer spoke, the stadium lights dimmed, and a massive holo-display activated, courtesy of Flare Corp tech.

One by one, holograms appeared.

“In 8th place: newly promoted to the Masters Eight, hailing from Kanto and known for saving Hoenn during the crisis—August!”

August’s image appeared, bathed in spotlight.

“7th place: from Kanto, the Dragon-type Elite Four member and soon-to-be Johto Champion—the Dragon Master, Lance!”

Lance appeared next—his Gyarados roaring in the background. The title “Dragon Master” paired with that image? A little too on the nose.

“6th place: Hoenn’s Prince of Water, a top-tier Coordinator, and rumored successor to Steven Stone—Wallace!”

Wallace’s clip came straight from a Contest performance, dazzling and vibrant.
Maybe the League was using this chance to promote the Contest scene?

“5th place: top Champion of Paldea, Chair of the League—Geeta!”

Her projection appeared next—no commentary needed. The combination of Champion and League Chair spoke volumes.

“4th place: Kalos Champion and famed actress—Diantha!”

Her image quality was notably sharper, likely due to proximity to Flare Corp HQ. Her clip? A scene from a film, of course.

“3rd place: the heir of Devon Corp, and current Hoenn Champion—Steven Stone! Rumors say he’ll be stepping down, but it hasn’t dulled his power.”

Though absent due to coordinating Hoenn’s recovery efforts, the cheers for Steven—being a local favorite—were the loudest yet.

“2nd place: Sinnoh Champion and today’s guest commentator—Cynthia!”

Cynthia rose from her seat and gave the crowd a polite wave.

“And finally, in 1st place: reigning Galar Champion, the undefeated monarch of the previous World Championships—Leon!”

Even though Leon wasn’t present, his hologram alongside his Charizard triggered an uproar.
Galar had the most commercialized Pokémon League in the world, and Leon, its greatest Champion, had fans across the globe.

Predictably so.

As the cheers died down, the announcer continued:

“Due to this tournament’s location, [Dynamax] and [Gigantamax] are not permitted. Will a weakened Leon still defend his crown? We’ll soon find out!”

“And remember! These rankings are provisional. Any Trainer at the Ultra Ball tier Rank 9 or above may challenge the 8th-ranked member via a Master Swap Match to take their place!”

“The Masters Tournament will begin in half a month. Trainers, give it everything you’ve got!”

With that final flourish, the Master Swap Match concluded.

…

Back at the villa.

“So, Boss, what’s it like being one of the Masters Eight?” Gold asked eagerly.

He’d just barely cracked Ultra Ball tier, hovering around the 70–80 range. Climbing higher was proving brutal.

August rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Mm… not much different, honestly.”

Gary snorted.

He knew that tone all too well.

It was the same face he’d made when he won the Indigo League.

August raised a brow. “What, Gary? Got something to say?”

Gary adopted his most innocent expression. “Of course not! I’m just saying—putting you in 8th place doesn’t do your strength justice.”

“Well, yeah,” August said, stroking his chin. “I mean, I should at least be ranked above Lance.”

Standing in the doorway, Lance—who had just arrived to celebrate August’s promotion—choked.

Cough!

Everyone turned to look.

But August? Completely unfazed.

“Whoa! Lance! What a surprise! How’s your Masters prep coming along?” he asked, feigning innocence like nothing happened.

Everyone stared at August, then looked at Gary.

Yeah... he's definitely Gary's teacher. The resemblance was uncanny.

Lance sighed. “Prep’s going fine. I just hope we don’t get matched up early.”

As one of the few who truly understood August’s strength, Lance would rather face him later in the tournament.

In terms of regular battles? Maybe he could hold his own.

But if August got serious?

He would bring out the Legendaries.

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