Pokémon: My Titles Know No Limits! [232]

“Let’s go with a standard 3v3 match.”

On the training grounds, August and Cynthia came to an agreement.

Compared to a draining full 6v6 battle or the less strategic 1v1, 3v3 was just right.

Since it was a friendly match, no referee was needed.

After both sides were ready, they simultaneously threw their Poké Balls.

Two streaks of white light flashed—

Gardevoir, holding the [Mind Plate], appeared before August, while the Pokémon Cynthia sent out...

In August’s line of sight, a Spiritomb stood before Cynthia, its body formed around a keystone, shrouded in a swirling mass of purple gas.

Within the gas, August could see facial features shaped from green lights, and more than anything, he could feel the pressure radiating from Spiritomb.

That sensation was all too familiar to him...

Spiritomb – Ability: [Pressure]

While August sized up the Spiritomb, Cynthia was doing the same with his Gardevoir.

“A shiny Gardevoir...” Cynthia said, a note of genuine admiration in her voice. “She’s beautiful.”

Ever since leaving the wild preserve to follow August, Gardevoir had developed a fondness for reading books during her downtime. Over the years, the influence of literature had completely refined her demeanor. Gone was the brash, dominant figure who once ruled the preserve—what remained was a calm, graceful intellect.

August, long accustomed to Gardevoir’s presence, had grown used to the change.

But for Cynthia, seeing Gardevoir for the first time, it was striking. She immediately noticed how different this Gardevoir was.

The last time she’d been this impressed was when she saw Diantha’s Gardevoir.

“Garde~”

Hearing Cynthia’s praise, Gardevoir turned and shot a glare at August.

August: “...?”

Cynthia’s compliment was directed at you—why are you glaring at me?

Was it because he’d been paying too much attention to Mew and Celebi lately, and neglecting her?

The thought flickered through his mind, but he quickly brushed it aside. Not now. Focus on the match first.

Cynthia’s Spiritomb was no easy opponent.

Ghost/Dark typing meant it was nearly immune to Psychic-type moves—effectively cutting off Gardevoir’s strongest arsenal.

Thankfully... she still had Fairy-type moves to fall back on.

Their eyes met midair, and once they confirmed the other was ready, they gave their Pokémon the command almost in unison.

“Gardevoir—[Dazzling Gleam]!”

“Spiritomb—[Psychic]!”

Gardevoir had been prepared. She clasped her hands to her chest with practiced grace, and a pink beam of light shot toward Spiritomb.

At the same time, Spiritomb lit up with power. Though not a Psychic-type, as a being formed from 108 spirits, its innate mental force was immense. That overwhelming psychic pressure surged toward Gardevoir like a crashing wave.

Boom—

Fairy energy and psychic force collided midair. The very air shimmered with rainbow hues, twisting under the clash of power. It was dazzling—something that could earn top marks in a Contest.

But August wasn’t watching for the spectacle.

That brief exchange was enough for him to get a clearer read on the Spiritomb’s strength.

"She’s not going to be easy... Gardevoir, be careful."

August communicated to her telepathically.

"Garde~"

Gardevoir nodded, then took the initiative.

She released the [Mind Plate] from her hands, letting it float and orbit her body. Then, a melodic voice rang from her throat.

Pink Fairy-type energy carried on the waves of her song, striking Spiritomb hard—its expression twisted in pain.

Fairy was super effective against Spiritomb.

Cynthia’s voice rang out cool and steady: “[Shadow Sneak].”

Before the words fully left her mouth, Spiritomb vanished.

Seeing this, August didn’t hesitate: “Gardevoir, [Teleport]!”

Whoosh—

A flash of blue light flickered in Gardevoir’s eyes—she disappeared in an instant.

Where she had just stood, Spiritomb emerged from the shadows of the spirit world, striking the ground with ghostly force. The impact blasted a crater into the arena floor.

The attack missed, but Spiritomb didn’t pause.

It locked onto Gardevoir—who had reappeared on the far side of the field—and vanished again, giving her no time to counter.

Gardevoir, unfazed, teleported again without delay.

In an instant, the field became a blur of appearing and disappearing figures—the two Pokémon vanishing and reappearing in rapid succession, locked in a unique kind of duel.

On the sidelines, Gary watched intently, trying to pick up techniques he might use to take on August in the future.

After a while, he gave up.

“So this is what a Champion-level battle looks like...” Gold couldn’t help murmuring beside him.

Even though August technically wasn’t a Champion, after the Johto incident, Gold already saw him as one in his heart.

Sabrina shook her head. “No. This is something only August could do.”

As the strongest human psychic in Kanto, Sabrina was certain—even she and her Alakazam couldn’t pull this off.

Sure, Psychic Pokémon could teleport.

But to use it with such little strain—repeatedly, effortlessly, as naturally as breathing—and to precisely dodge Spiritomb’s attacks every single time? That was something only August’s Gardevoir could do.

How on earth did he train her like this?

Ordinary Gardevoirs couldn’t even hypnotize her—and she was an expert in psychic combat!

Remembering that particular humiliation, Sabrina cringed inwardly.

Blue, overhearing, nodded in agreement with Sabrina’s assessment. Just as she was about to take out her phone and record the match—

“Huh? When did my battery die...?” Blue muttered, staring at her dead screen.

Sabrina, shaken from her shame spiral by the comment, immediately snapped to attention. “Your... phone died?”

“Yeah. I could’ve sworn it had battery before I left...” Blue handed the phone to her Clefable, asking it to plug it in. “I think it’s time August filed a request for a shipment of Rotom from HQ.”

She pulled a small notebook from her bag and scribbled the reminder under her to-do list.

“So you didn’t get the message I sent you?” Sabrina asked, brows furrowing.

“What message?” Blue looked genuinely confused.

Sabrina had messaged her?

“......”

Suddenly, everything made sense to Sabrina—the reason Blue and Cynthia had been getting along so well earlier...

Damn it... August slipped right through the cracks.

Just as she opened her mouth to explain what had happened—

Something shifted on the battlefield.

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T/N: heh fate is helping auagust also cunthia girl ur spirittomb is a ghost dark type why are u using a psychic type move........... against a psychic type

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