Pokémon: My Titles Know No Limits! [339]

After dinner, with a rare moment of free time, August finally remembered the two Team Rocket grunts that Silver had captured.

He headed to the room where they were being held.

By now, the two grunts—who’d previously been knocked out—had regained consciousness.

To them, today had been nothing short of a nightmare.

They had been sent by Giovanni himself, ordered to head to the Battle Frontier to locate Master Silver.

They’d found him, sure—but before they could say a word, Silver knocked them out cold.

Now, seeing August enter, both of them started trembling uncontrollably.

“…Do I really look that scary?” August turned to ask Sabrina, puzzled.

He hadn’t even tried to intimidate them yet, and these guys were already shaking like leaves.

Sabrina rolled her eyes.

You seriously don’t know why? After everything you’ve done to Team Rocket?

These two were actually doing pretty well to only be trembling in front of you.

“Sigh… So many unjust accusations, all for the sake of world peace…” August lamented theatrically, then stood up and slammed a hand on the table.

“Spill it. What’s Team Rocket planning in the Battle Frontier?”

“You know Matori, right? She crossed me. She’s in the League prison now—gets milk and sponge cake for meals, cries herself to sleep under the covers every night.”

Sabrina: …

Unjust accusations? More like cold, hard facts.

But she had to admit—August’s routine worked. These grunts, who’d kept their mouths shut even under Silver’s interrogation, barely lasted five minutes before spilling everything like beans from a broken sack.

They confessed everything they knew.

After listening, August couldn’t even bring himself to feel satisfied—just… disappointed.

There was no grand scheme. Team Rocket wasn’t plotting anything at the World Championship.

Their orders were simply to check in on Silver and gather intel on the Kanto Division—to report back to Giovanni.

They didn’t even know Giovanni had already fled to Alola.

“Tch. So that’s Giovanni’s scope of ambition, huh…”

August motioned for Gardevoir to knock the two out again, then picked up his phone and called Achida.

“Scott? It’s August. I’ve got two Team Rocket grunts here. If you’re free, send someone to collect them.”

To Scott, hearing that August had caught Team Rocket agents trying to infiltrate the Battle Frontier was a huge relief.

Even if August’s interrogation suggested they weren’t here to stir trouble…

Who’s to say that’s the whole truth?

Even if they really didn’t have a plan now, who could guarantee they wouldn’t receive new orders later?

So August capturing them eased a lot of pressure off Scott’s shoulders.

Just as he was about to express his thanks, August said something that made his heart seize up:

“Actually, it’s not just Team Rocket. My team has also picked up signs of surviving members from Team Magma and Team Aqua…”

Achida’s heart immediately shot to his throat.

The chaos caused by those two groups in Hoenn still haunted the region’s people.

Sensing Scott’s anxiety, August offered some reassurance:

“Don’t worry. One of my subordinates used to be a senior member of Team Magma. She knows both organizations inside and out. Handling them will be a breeze.”

Scott exhaled in relief.

…Until he processed what August had just said.

Wait, why does an official organization like the International Police have a former Team Magma executive on staff!?

But catching Rocket or Magma remnants wasn’t the main event. The World Championship was.

On the battlefield, August’s Swampert let out a powerful roar as it slammed its muscular arms down, tossing a Machamp—despite its reputation for close-quarters prowess—straight into the ground.

Machamp staggered upright at its trainer’s call, trying to retaliate with [Bullet Punch].

But its punches skidded uselessly off Swampert’s slick, wet skin, lacking the impact to do damage.

As Machamp’s balance faltered, Swampert seized the opening—

[Hammer Arm]

Its massive limb came crashing down on Machamp’s chest, sending it flying before it hit the ground with a heavy thud.

This time, no amount of shouting could get Machamp to rise.

[Machamp is unable to battle!]
[Your ranking has increased—congratulations, you've been promoted to Ultra Ball Tier!]

August glanced at the Ultra Ball icon flashing on his app and took a quick screenshot.

[GardevoirSupremacy]: Sigh, accidentally hit Ultra Ball Tier again…

Gary, who had just finished a match and ranked up to Great Ball Tier, was preparing to screenshot his progress and post it in the group chat—until he saw August’s message.

Instantly, the finger hovering above his “send” button froze.

He deleted the image and typed instead:

[Gary]: Pfft, Ultra Ball Tier? I could hit that anytime I wanted.

[August]: 💀

[Gary]: What? Did I say something wrong?

[August]: 😂

[Gary]: You just wait—I’ll hit Ultra Ball Tier next!

[August]: 🤔

Gary gritted his teeth in frustration, clutching his phone. His anger was so palpable that the trainer who’d just matched with him nearly dropped his Poké Ball from the shock.

Meanwhile, August felt like a man who’d finished his daily quest—relaxed and thoroughly satisfied.

His hour and thirty-two minutes of effort had paid off.

For him, now the real World Championship was beginning.

Upon reaching Ultra Ball Tier, the match system changed completely.

Instead of casual matchmaking, the official system would now assign opponents.

Battle locations were no longer random—now the League arranged the venues.

And every battle would be broadcast live to a global audience.

Matches would also vary randomly between 1v1, 2v2, and 3v3 formats.

Glancing at Iono, who was still filming, August tapped the "Apply for Ranked Match" button on his app.

Not long after, he received a notification:

[Ultra Ball Tier Trainer: August]
[Based on your current rank, your next opponent has been selected: Saffron Gym Leader Sabrina. Please report to the Battle Pyramid in the Hoenn Battle Frontier before 13:00 tomorrow. Failure to appear will be treated as a voluntary forfeit. Please manage your schedule accordingly.]

August blinked at the message.

Then he looked up—only to find Sabrina already staring at him.

There was a strange look in her eyes.

Self-fulfilling prophecy.

Of all the possible opponents—he’d matched into the 1% chance of facing her.

At this point, wouldn’t people start suspecting the system was rigged…?

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