Pokémon: My Titles Know No Limits! [185]
Added 2025-03-19 18:32:48 +0000 UTCWhoosh—
A fierce gust of wind swept across the area as Salamence descended from the sky, two figures leaping off its back.
"Good work, Salamence," August said.
But before he even finished speaking, Salamence had already bolted toward the cafeteria at full speed.
August pulled out his phone and checked the time—6:40 PM. Dinner was in twenty minutes.
"....."
No wonder Salamence had been flying so aggressively on the way back.
So this was why.
August suddenly had an idea—if he sent Salamence into battle right before mealtime, it would probably fight at 200% efficiency.
Maybe he could even give it the title "Mealtime War God."
Amused by the thought, August turned to Silver. "Let’s head inside too!"
The moment Blue saw Salamence, she knew that August and Silver had returned.
Seeing Silver again, she was delighted.
"Silver, you look like you’ve grown taller," Blue said, gesturing to measure his height.
"....."
Silver sighed. "I’m not a kid anymore, sis."
He was happy to see Blue—his only real family—but being treated like a little kid still made him uncomfortable.
"Ah… so my little Silver has grown up," Blue said dramatically, covering her face as if heartbroken.
Silver instantly panicked.
"Heh, gotcha!" Blue dropped her hands, revealing a mischievous grin.
Silver: "...."
Sprawled on the couch with an Eevee in his arms, August watched the sibling antics with an expression of utter resignation.
"Blue, can you not be so childish?"
"Eevee!" The little Pokémon nodded in agreement.
Blue stuck her tongue out at them.
Then, as if remembering something, she turned to Silver and asked, "Did August tell you about your family?"
Silver froze. "My... family?"
To him, Blue had been his only family for as long as he could remember.
Seeing his confusion, Blue glanced at August.
"I could’ve told him, but he wouldn’t have believed me," August said with a shrug.
Blue rolled her eyes.
Well, whose fault is that? Maybe if you didn’t mess with him so much, he’d trust you more.
Still, she turned back to Silver with a serious expression.
"Silver, listen carefully. What I’m about to tell you… you need to stay calm."
"?"
Silver had no idea what she meant, but he waited for her to continue.
Blue took a deep breath and chose her words carefully. "We found your father."
Silver’s face lit up with joy.
He hadn’t expected this at all!
Finding their real families had always been a shared dream for him and Blue.
But then, as if realizing something, his expression turned anxious. "My father… did something happen to him?"
If Blue was warning him to stay calm, was it bad news?
"Don’t worry, your father’s fine…" Blue hesitated, remembering Mewtwo’s [Shadow Ball], then added, "…at least, he’s still alive."
August had assured her that Giovanni wasn’t dead, and she trusted his word.
Silver: "......"
What do you mean ‘at least he’s still alive’?!
Silver was already feeling uneasy.
Blue continued, "But that’s not why I told you to stay calm. It’s about who your father is."
His identity?
Silver looked puzzled.
Seeing this, Blue inhaled deeply and finally said it outright.
"After thorough investigation, we’ve confirmed that your father is none other than Giovanni, the leader of Team Rocket."
!?
The moment the words left her mouth, Silver felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
"My father is… Giovanni?!"
Never in his life would he have imagined that his father was the leader of Team Rocket.
He had even cursed Giovanni when he saw the news of him being severely injured and on the run, thinking that someone like the leader of such an evil organization deserved it.
But now…
Silver felt like his entire world had been thrown into chaos.
"Blue… I need a moment."
He didn’t doubt Blue’s words—he knew she wouldn’t lie to him. But his mind was spinning as he clutched his head, staring blankly at the floor.
It had been such a good day. He had joined Interpol, met new colleagues, reunited with Blue, and even learned about his family.
So why…
Why did it have to be Giovanni?!
After escaping from the Masked Army, he had dreamed of finding his parents and living a normal, happy life.
But now, that dream was shattered.
Team Rocket. Giovanni.
Silver had seen firsthand what Team Rocket did in Johto—he loathed them.
And now, he was supposed to accept that their leader was his father?
"So that’s why the Masked Man took me… because I have Giovanni’s evil blood running through my veins?"
Silver stared at his hands, his entire demeanor hollow and lifeless.
He had thought that leaving the Masked Army and joining Interpol meant he was on the side of justice. But this brutal reality had dragged him right back into darkness.
Blue had expected this to hit Silver hard, but seeing him like this still made her heart ache.
She turned to August, hoping he had a way to help.
August understood what she wanted.
He walked over, sat down beside Silver, and said, "Bloodline theories are nonsense."
Silver slowly looked up at him.
"Your father is Giovanni. So what?" August said flatly.
"But…"
August cut him off with a wave of his hand. "There’s no ‘but.’ Crime is a choice, not something you inherit. Giovanni being Team Rocket’s leader doesn’t mean you’ll turn evil too."
August knew exactly how to handle Silver’s situation.
If he let Silver dwell on it, the kid would just spiral deeper. The correct approach was to not give him time to argue—just override his thoughts completely.
Force a new perspective into his head.
Sure enough, Silver’s expression softened. He was no longer in that dazed, lifeless state.
Seeing this, August didn’t stop—he pressed the advantage.
Pointing at the person who had just walked into the room, he said, "And even if someone has done bad things, that doesn’t mean they can’t change. Look at Sabrina—she used to be a Team Rocket executive, but now she’s with Interpol, fighting against evil!"
Sabrina, who had just gotten off work and walked into the room: "???"
Wait. What?
I just got here. Why am I suddenly part of this conversation?!
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