Pokémon: My Titles Know No Limits! [330]

Nightfall.

Moonlight streamed through the window, casting a soft glow on August as he lay in bed. Eevee lay curled beside his pillow, tail twitching instinctively in its sleep.

Occasionally, its tail would flick across August’s face—only to be gently brushed aside each time.

Aside from Eevee’s sleepy kicks, everything was quiet. Peaceful.

That was… until a shadow silently passed across the moonlight, falling over August’s body.

Silhouetted against the light, the figure’s features were obscured—but its eyes shimmered faintly with a blue glow.

It stood there for a long time, simply watching August’s sleeping face. Then, a strange glint passed through its eyes. Slowly, a slender hand reached toward him—

...

The next morning.

August sat up groaning, body aching all over.

“Huh? What the heck happened? Eevee, did you step on me again last night?”

“Bui!”

Eevee shook its head violently, ears twitching in protest. Absolutely not, its eyes seemed to say—completely innocent.

Sure, it had a history of climbing onto August’s chest mid-sleep and giving him nightmares, but last night? It had been on its best behavior.

August turned toward Gardevoir. “Gardevoir, any ideas?”

She closed her eyes, tilted her head in thought… and then shook her head as well. She didn’t know either.

Seeing even Gardevoir was stumped, August grew more confused.

He was certain not even one of Mew’s pranks would slip past both Eevee and Gardevoir unnoticed—not to mention Mew had spent the night curled up with Celebi.

“Weird… Could it be some kind of side effect from back-to-back space-time travel?”

That seemed the only reasonable explanation.

After all, time travel was still unfamiliar territory, and bouncing back and forth between Hisui and Kanto in such a short span? A little post-temporal whiplash wasn’t surprising.

Fortunately, given his constitution, he’d probably recover after a little rest.

“Alright, come on. Let’s get some breakfast.”

Calling Gardevoir to follow and placing Eevee on his shoulder, August headed for the dining hall—unaware of the faint sigh of relief Gardevoir quietly let out behind him.

...

The newly renovated dining hall had been expanded more than tenfold.

It could now accommodate the entire Kanto division—and every Pokémon except for Rayquaza, Dialga, and Palkia—for meals at once.

As August stepped through the door, a palpable tension filled the air.

At either end of the long table sat Snorlax and Salamence, glaring daggers at each other—locked in a silent standoff.

Just then, Indeedee appeared, carrying a tray six or seven times larger than herself, stacked high with an actual mountain of cupcakes.

As she set the tray down, August tried to defuse the tension with a casual chuckle. “Cupcakes for breakfast, huh?”

But before he even finished the sentence—

Whoosh!

Snorlax and Salamence lunged at the tray, hands blurring into afterimages, mouths wide open like vacuums.

In the blink of an eye—

The mountain of cupcakes was gone.

Every last one.

Still chewing, both gluttons looked content—but far from full.

Indeedee: ┓(o?o)┏
Eevee: O_O
Gardevoir: …
August: ???

Couldn’t you two at least save me one?

Just then, Mew, Blue, and the others came downstairs—only to find the empty tray waiting for them. Everyone stared at each other in disbelief.

...

In the end, it was Sabrina who saved breakfast. She’d brought extra food from Saffron Gym, and it was enough to feed the Kanto branch.

“This can’t go on,” August declared, slapping the table. “We need another chef!”

“Bui!”
“Mew~!”

Eevee and Mew nodded fervently.

Especially Mew—she looked heartbroken. Those were her favorite cupcakes. She didn’t even get to smell one before they vanished.

Blue looked over. “Got anyone in mind?”

The International Police was a classified agency—randomly hiring chefs off the street was out of the question.

August grinned. “When in doubt, call HQ.”

He had, in fact, already sent a request for extra kitchen staff the day before.

Opening his phone, he found their reply waiting.

[GardevoirIsNo.1]: When are they arriving? My Indeedee is already at her limit...

[HQ Secretary]: There’s a chef team currently available, but it’s quite large. Are you sure you can afford it?

Large?

Good.

Even a psychic-type like Indeedee, who could do the work of three normal chefs, was burning out. No way regular chefs could handle this demand.

He typed a quick reply.

[GardevoirIsNo.1]: The more the better. I can’t even spend my budget fast enough.

[HQ Secretary]: …

Ten seconds later.

[HQ Secretary]: The chef team is en route. Prepare to receive.

“Prepare to receive”?

August was still puzzling over that message when the Poké Ball transport unit in the living room suddenly lit up.

Next second, the machine exploded into action, spitting out Poké Balls like a malfunctioning gumball machine.

“Is it broken?” Gary asked, puzzled.

“Wait… don’t tell me this is the chef team HQ mentioned…”

August stared at the growing pile of Poké Balls with a complicated expression.

But then again—Indeedee was technically a chef. Why couldn’t Pokémon be a culinary squad?

Curious, Eevee ran over and nudged the first Poké Ball with a paw.

Pop!

A flash of light—and out came a Farfetch’d, clutching a fat, forked leek.

“…Uh.”

August began to doubt his life choices.

Are you sure these are chefs and not ingredients?

Before he could send a follow-up message to HQ, Eevee had already gone to town, kicking open all the remaining Poké Balls.

Pop! Pop! Pop!

With each burst of light, another Farfetch’d materialized in the living room.

Soon, the space was filled with their quacking cries.

Blue, Sabrina, Gary, and Zinnia all turned toward August with the same expression.

Are you seriously telling us these Farfetch’d are chefs? Are you sure this machine didn’t glitch?

August: “……”

I don’t know what happened either, okay?!

Finally, Eevee tapped open the last, high-grade Poké Ball.

Pop!

Out stepped a Sirfetch’d.

Spear-like leek raised, shield held high, and most notably—a white chef’s hat perched atop its head.

The second Sirfetch’d appeared, the chaotic squawking ceased.

The Farfetch’d instantly stood to attention, silent and disciplined.

“Gaa!”

The Sirfetch’d Chef Commander narrowed its eyes and raised its lance. The Farfetch’d chefs snapped into formation and began counting off in order.

The Sirfetch’d gave them a once-over, nodded in approval, and then turned to August.

With a crisp salute:

“Gaa-gaa! (Sirfetch’d Culinary Corps reporting for duty, International Police!)”

Behind August, the others were stunned.

Wait... these Farfetch’d are legit chefs?!

August didn’t know which genius at HQ had trained a Sirfetch’d-led culinary corps—but after witnessing them in action, he had to admit:

This team was no joke.

Over thirty Farfetch’d, working in perfect sync, each one knowing its role.

With the Sirfetch’d commanding like a military general, the kitchen ran like a machine—efficient, precise, and shockingly professional.

In no time at all, dishes were already being served.

Despite their elite presentation, no one was brave enough to be the first to taste it. All eyes turned to August.

As the division head, he had to set an example.

“Gary, you go first.”

“…Huh?”

Gary had fully expected August to take the first bite. He nearly dislocated something from the surprise. But facing August’s “encouraging” smile, he sighed and picked up his chopsticks.

He took a bite.

His eyes lit up.

Then he promptly stuffed another mouthful into his face.

Seeing Gary’s blissed-out expression, the rest dove in.

August took a bite.

The moment it hit his tongue—an indescribable wave of flavor hit his brain.

He had thought Indeedee’s cuisine was already top-tier. But this? This was another level entirely.

Compared to this, even restaurants that touted themselves as “fine dining” felt bland.

“Dammit… With cooking this good, how am I supposed to spend my dining budget now?”

But taste wasn’t the only concern.

August called the Sirfetch’d Commander over and explained the situation with Salamence and Snorlax.

The knight didn’t even flinch.

Without hesitation, Sirfetch’d produced a customized menu designed specifically for large-bodied, high-intake Pokémon.

Within thirty minutes, both Salamence and Snorlax were sprawled on the floor, rubbing their bellies and hiccuping contentedly.

...

With the Sirfetch’d Chef Corps now handling his gluttonous dragons, August could finally focus on preparing for the World Championship.

Or so he thought—until his phone rang.

On the screen: a video call from Scott, the man behind the Battle Frontier and sponsor of this year’s World Championship.

Scott appeared in beachwear, all smiles as he gave a final inspection of the newly finished facilities.

“Mr. August! Long time no see!”

“Scott, you’re a busy man. What brings you here?”

Since winning the bid to host the championship, Scott had become one of the most high-profile developers in the world. His Battle Frontier was all anyone could talk about.

So August didn’t expect him to have time for idle calls.

But Scott was all business. “Do you remember when I invited you to do a demo match at the Battle Frontier’s grand opening?”

August remembered. The invitation was still in Gengar’s belly somewhere.

“But aren’t you holding the Frontier’s opening with the Championship’s opening? Isn’t that enough hype already?”

Scott chuckled. “You only get one grand opening, and the more excitement, the better!”

“You’re the Hero of Hoenn, August. If you show up, the place will go wild!”

“…I already registered for the Championship, you know.”

“That’s fine! Your opponent’s also a Championship participant.”

Sensing August’s hesitation, Scott added slyly:

“Also… word is you’ve been keeping tabs on Team Rocket. I just happened to find something... interesting.”

Without waiting, Scott sent an email.

August opened it.

After one glance, he sighed. “You’re really not giving me a way to say no, huh?”

Scott had dropped a bombshell.

“So you’re in?”

“You hand-delivered a lead on Rocket. If I said no, I’d be heartless.”

A grin spread across August’s face. “When’s the match?”

“Three days from now—at the opening ceremony!”

“I’ll be waiting for you at the Battle Frontier, Mr. August!”

As the call ended, August glanced again at the photo attached to the email.

In it, Giovanni lounged on a beach chair, sunglasses on, basking beneath an Alolan Exeggutor.

“Wow,” August muttered. “So even you’ve learned how to relax, huh, Giovanni?”

Sabrina leaned over to see.

“Is that... Giovanni? On vacation?”

“Oh, he’s not just relaxing,” August said. “See that Exeggutor in the background? If I had to guess, he’s got his eyes on the Aether Foundation—and the Ultra Beasts.”

No wonder Rocket had gone quiet. Giovanni had slipped off to Alola. The rest were lying low.

Sabrina frowned. “Ultra Beasts?”

She knew about the Aether Foundation. The other part? Not so much.

But August knew one thing for certain:

Now that he had spotted Giovanni, the man’s vacation days were numbered.

Still, August didn’t rush.

He saved the picture with a smirk.

Let Giovanni enjoy the sun for a few more days.

After the Championship—

Then he’d give him a surprise he’d never forget.

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This is a fan translation of 我，宝可梦称号大师！ by 落唯 白良. All rights to the original work belong to the creator. Please support them by exploring their original work or sharing it with others if you can. Thank you for reading and supporting my efforts to bring this story to a wider audience!