Pokémon: My Titles Know No Limits! [178]

Kurt.

As a renowned Poké Ball craftsman within the League, his hand-crafted Apricorn Balls were still highly sought after, even though mass-produced Poké Balls had largely replaced traditional methods in recent years.

When August arrived at Kurt’s house, he happened to see two trainers leaving, looking utterly dejected.

Judging by their expressions, August guessed they had likely come to request custom Poké Balls, only to be turned away.

As he approached the entrance, a little girl stood at the door. The moment she saw him, she quickly said, as if by routine:

“Sorry, big brother, but my grandpa is busy today and isn’t taking visitors—”

August’s PTSD flared up. “Don’t call me big brother… You must be Kurt’s granddaughter, Chie, right? I was sent here by Professor Oak.”

Hearing her own name surprised Chie, but after August mentioned Professor Oak, she immediately understood.

“So you’re Brother August? Grandpa’s been expecting you!”

She grabbed August’s hand and pulled him into the courtyard, shouting, “Grandpa, Grandpa! Brother August is here!”

Kurt, who had been carefully carving an Apricorn to craft a Poké Ball, nearly ruined his work at the sudden outburst.

With a sigh, he turned around, shooing his granddaughter off to do her homework before turning his scrutinizing gaze on August.

“So you’re the one that old man Oak was talking about?”

Over the years, he had maintained contact with Professor Oak, but this was the first time the professor had ever personally called to vouch for a trainer.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Kurt. I’ve heard a lot about you,” August said politely.

Kurt waved him off. “No need for the formalities. What kind of Poké Ball do you want? If it’s just a regular Apricorn Ball, I’ve got some pre-made ones—top-quality, you can take them right now.”

August liked his straightforward style, but his goal wasn’t just an ordinary Apricorn Ball.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a [Silver Wing].

Kurt’s eyes widened. “Is that…?”

“A [Silver Wing]—Lugia’s feather,” August confirmed, sliding it across the table toward Kurt. “I’d like you to use this as a material to craft a semi-finished Poké Ball.”

Kurt was startled when he realized what it was. He hadn’t expected August to use such a precious item to craft a Poké Ball.

But then, hearing semi-finished made him pause again.

“A semi-finished Poké Ball?”

“That’s right.”

Kurt was confused. Lugia’s feather alone was already an incredibly rare and valuable material—why only make a semi-finished product? What kind of Poké Ball was August planning to create?

August simply smiled. “I heard that you can craft a Poké Ball that captures time…”

The moment those words left August’s mouth, Kurt’s expression darkened. “Where did you hear about that?”

That was a closely guarded secret within his craft.

If August weren’t introduced by Professor Oak, Kurt would have thrown him out on the spot.

But precisely because Professor Oak had recommended him, Kurt hesitated. The deep crease between his brows showed his inner conflict.

August could guess what he was worried about. “You’re afraid I’ll use it for something… unethical, right?”

Kurt said nothing, but the concern was evident in his expression.

Even if August came with Professor Oak’s endorsement, he couldn’t completely let his guard down. What if the old professor had been deceived?

To counter his suspicions, August pulled out his official badge.

“The International Police…? And you’re the head of the Kanto branch?”

Kurt’s face twisted in disbelief.

August looked way too young for such a title. How could he be in charge of an entire region’s International Police division?

Putting on a serious expression, August said, “The truth is, I need this Poké Ball specifically to fight against evil forces.”

The [GS Ball] was crucial to his strategy against Pryce.

“So, Mr. Kurt, please—I’m counting on you.”

Between Professor Oak’s introduction and the legitimacy of August’s credentials, Kurt had already started to believe him. Now, hearing August’s explanation, he hesitated for a moment before finally nodding.

“Thank you for your contribution to the League’s fight for justice!” August said sincerely.

Then—he reached into his bag and pulled out an entire handful of [Silver Wings].

“I’d like you to craft these as well.”

Kurt: “???”

Staring at the pile of [Silver Wings] in front of him, Kurt suddenly felt like he had walked straight into some elaborate scam.

Where the hell did he get so many [Silver Wings]?

Even if someone plucked Lugia bald, this would still be too many!

Of course, August hadn’t actually gone and plucked Lugia bald—these were just naturally shed feathers from his baby Lugia, who had been growing at a rapid pace.

Since the [Silver Wings] were useless to him otherwise, he figured he might as well have them all crafted into semi-finished [GS Balls] while he had the chance.

The reason he specified semi-finished was because to create a true [GS Ball], he still needed a [Rainbow Feather] from Ho-Oh.

So in the future, if he could just pluck Ho-Oh bald as well, he’d have a whole batch of finished [GS Balls]… though that might be a bit difficult.

Kurt looked like he wanted to refuse.

What does he take me for?

I, Kurt, am a respected craftsman! My Poké Balls are legendary, not some mass-produced junk from a factory line!

But then, August pulled out a check.

At first, Kurt was unimpressed.

Over the years, he had seen plenty of trainers try to wave cash in his face, hoping to buy a custom Poké Ball. But he only ever crafted them for trainers he deemed worthy!

However, when he accidentally glanced at the number on the check…

Even someone as indifferent to money as Kurt couldn’t help but gasp.

“I know this is a huge request, but it’s all for the sake of justice,” August said earnestly.

Kurt struggled internally for a moment… before ultimately bowing to the noble cause of justice.

Of course.

It’s not about the money.

With these funds, I can expand my Poké Ball workshop, train new apprentices, and pass on this craft to future generations!

This is about justice!

“Yes… for justice.”

Whether he made one or a whole batch, the effort would be about the same anyway.

And since August had the strength to become the head of the Kanto International Police, he was certainly worthy of owning these Poké Balls.

The two finally struck a deal.

They agreed that the semi-finished [GS Balls] would be ready in a week. With that, Kurt gathered the pile of [Silver Wings] and prepared for a long week of overtime.

Having just experienced the true power of money, August felt refreshed as he left Kurt’s house and began tracking Silver, following the locations marked on the map.

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T/N: FOR JUSTICE!!! proceeds to run over everyone

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