Pokémon: My Titles Know No Limits! [106]

15th Floor

Aside from a few stationed to guard the captives, all Rocket Team members involved in this operation had gathered here.

Standing at the front of the crowd was Sird. To her left, a Persian stretched its body, while to her right, a Banette wore a sly grin.

As she watched the elevator floor indicator slowly change, Sird’s face showed a hint of intrigue.

She didn’t know why August had come to Saffron City instead of Viridian City, but since even Giovanni wanted to personally test him, she couldn’t help but be interested.

The 15th floor was dead silent, the only sound coming from the operation of the elevator.

After a few seconds of waiting…

The number stopped at 15. Every Rocket grunt immediately tensed, commanding their Pokémon to aim at the elevator doors.

Ding.

The moment the doors slid open, there was no need for Sird to give an order—every Rocket member unleashed their Pokémon’s strongest moves at once.

"Golbat, [Air Cutter]!"

"Haunter, [Shadow Ball]!"

"Weezing, [Explosion]—uh, I mean, [Sludge Bomb]!"

Ignoring the guy who nearly wiped out his own team, the instant the elevator doors opened, they were bombarded with attacks.

Explosions, toxic gas, and ghostly energy filled the confined elevator space.

"That should do it!"

The Rocket grunts were convinced—if their opponent was human, there was no way they could survive such an onslaught.

However…

As the smoke cleared, the only thing left inside the elevator was a battered dummy with a note attached:

[Idiots, you fell for it].

"Not good!"

Some Rocket members immediately realized something was wrong.

Sure enough, a teasing voice rang out from behind them.

"Oh no, that was terrifying. I almost died."

Along with the voice, a suffocating pressure filled the room, instantly freezing every Rocket grunt in place.

A massive surge of psychic energy erupted on the 15th floor, poised to strike.

Just as it was about to sweep through the entire ambush, Banette leapt into the air.

A malicious, dark aura surged from its body, colliding with the crushing psychic force, barely managing to hold it back.

At that moment, Sird also turned around, seeing August standing there with a look of regret—beside him, an unmistakable shiny Gardevoir.

"‘The Demon Ranger’ August?" Sird asked.

"You’ve heard of me?"

Feigning surprise, August glanced at the Rocket grunts who were now nervously hiding behind their Pokémon.

Just a little more… what a shame.

The plan had been simple—use the elevator as a distraction while Gardevoir teleported them behind the enemy for a sneak attack.

If it weren’t for Sird’s intervention, he could’ve taken down most of the Rocket grunts in one go.

Now…

I’ll just have to force my way through!

Without hesitation, August gave the command. The [Mind Plate] floated beside Gardevoir, amplifying its psychic energy at an alarming rate.

As a trainer who had worked with Starmie, Sird wasn’t unfamiliar with psychic abilities.

But this level of power…

There was no time to dwell on it—Gardevoir’s attack had already begun.

"[Psychic]!"

A dazzling, rainbow-colored beam of light burst through the tight space of the 15th floor, targeting every Rocket grunt in sight!

"[Dark Pulse]!"

Sird ordered Banette to intercept the attack again, but this time, the outcome was different.

With the [Mind Plate]’s boost, Gardevoir’s power had surged beyond Banette’s ability to contain.

Banette managed to block part of the attack, but the remaining psychic energy washed over the rest of the Rocket members and their Pokémon.

Chaos erupted instantly.

Their numerical advantage now became a burden—dozens of Rocket grunts and their Pokémon, all thrown into confusion, began attacking indiscriminately.

Enemies, allies, even themselves…

The battlefield descended into utter mayhem. The once-coordinated ambush had turned into a bloodbath, as confused grunts ruthlessly struck at anything in sight.

And they weren’t holding back.

Sird’s expression darkened as she signaled Banette to contain the situation, but the effort was futile.

Even so, she refused to give up—determined to regain control, acting every bit like a responsible Rocket executive.

Did she truly care about her subordinates?

Of course not.

Swish!

A claw, its razor-sharp edge gleaming, slashed toward August’s throat from behind.

Pretending to be concerned about her team was merely a distraction—Sird’s real intention was to cover for Persian’s sneak attack.

But August didn’t even flinch. "How ruthless… I almost feel bad for your subordinates."

As he spoke, the Eevee in his arms suddenly leapt forward, meeting Persian’s strike head-on with its tiny paw.

Bang!

Persian’s attack was blocked.

Despite being only a fraction of Persian’s size, Eevee held its ground effortlessly.

"Eevee…?"

Sird’s eyes widened in shock. She had noticed the Eevee in August’s arms earlier but dismissed it as nothing more than a pet.

But now, it had just neutralized her Persian’s attack with sheer force—this Eevee had to be Elite-tier.

Not that she could be blamed for underestimating it.

Who in their right mind would raise an Eevee to Elite-tier without evolving it?

The battle raged on.

Banette, relying on its type advantage, was barely holding back Gardevoir. Meanwhile, Persian and Eevee clashed fiercely.

Sird observed the other Pokémon guarding August—Dragonair, Shelgon, and Marshtomp.

"Only two Elite-tier Pokémon?" She sneered. "In that case… let's end this fight."

With a wave of her hand, a crimson glow shimmered on the ceiling above August.

A purple Starmie slowly descended, its core gemstone gleaming ominously as it radiated terrifying energy.

August’s expression shifted.

"This is bad—it’s her Starmie! When did…?"

Gardevoir and Eevee were both occupied, unable to assist.

With only Dragonair and Shelgon left to defend him, there was no way he could withstand the impending attack.

This was Sird’s checkmate move!

However, before she could revel in her victory, she saw August’s panicked face suddenly twist into an amused smirk.

"Did you really think I’d say that?"

Sird’s heart skipped a beat.

Unlike others, August knew her battle lineup—he had been prepared for her Starmie all along.

As he spoke, he tossed a Poké Ball into the air.

Bang!

A flash of white light erupted—

"Roooar—!"

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