Pokémon: My Titles Know No Limits! [160]

Hearing Blaine’s words, August put on a deliberately surprised expression, pointing at himself.

"Me?"

Blaine nodded. "That’s right. If I remember correctly, your name is Kusakawa, isn’t it?"

"That’s me!" August rushed forward in excitement, grabbing Blaine’s arm as if he had just received the greatest honor of his life.

"Thank you so much for believing in my abilities!"

His face radiated the pure joy of a fan being acknowledged by his idol.

Blaine: "….."

He was this close to rolling his eyes.

But given the current situation, he held back.

Pulling his arm free from August’s grip, he said, "Let’s get started."

Then, without hesitation, he unwrapped the bandages on his arm and began approaching Mewtwo.

Visibly, the Mewtwo-infected tissue on his arm began writhing, as if trying to break free from his flesh.

At the same time, Mewtwo’s vitals on the monitor spiked dramatically as he got closer.

Watching this unfold, the researchers held their breath in anxiety.

Taking advantage of the distraction, August—seemingly just another unimportant assistant holding a tablet—trailed behind Blaine, inching closer to Mewtwo’s containment chamber.

The moment he crossed a certain threshold, his Aura abilities activated—allowing him to sense Mewtwo’s emotions.

Confusion. Bewilderment. Uncertainty… and pain.

An overwhelming mixture of emotions shrouded Mewtwo’s presence.

As August absorbed these sensations, a voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

"Who am I?"

August: "…..?"

He froze for a second before realizing—this voice belonged to Mewtwo.

Was Mewtwo already conscious?

As the thought crossed his mind, the voice spoke again.

"Who am I?"

That’s when August understood—this wasn’t true awareness.

Mewtwo was subconsciously muttering, much like talking in its sleep.

Feeling a sudden impulse, August mischievously replied:

"You are Mewtwo… Mew’s child."

The next second—SMACK!

Mew, who had been invisibly perched on August’s shoulder, bonked him on the head with a tiny fist.

It was furious at his nonsense.

Just as August was about to apologize, Mewtwo’s voice sounded again—this time with a noticeable shift.

"Where… is this place?"

August’s expression sharpened.

Wait…

Is Mewtwo pretending to be asleep to gather information?

He continued typing on his tablet as if nothing was amiss, then mentally asked Mew for confirmation.

Still a bit annoyed, Mew nevertheless scanned Mewtwo’s state.

Shaking its head, it telepathically replied:

"Mewtwo is still unconscious."

Hearing this, August sighed in relief—only for a bold idea to spark in his mind.

Originally, his plan was to let Giovanni’s M2 Armor be equipped onto Mewtwo and then attempt to seize control after it awakened.

But now…

August felt there was a better way.

As Mewtwo’s subconscious once again asked where it was, August responded:

"This is the research base of the evil organization—Team Rocket."

"They are brainwashing you for their own evil purposes, intending to turn you into their loyal pawn."

"Especially their leader, Giovanni. Be extremely wary of him—he is a master manipulator, capable of twisting minds with ease."

While feeding Mewtwo this "information," August casually asked Mew aloud:

"Is there any way to accelerate Mewtwo’s awakening?"

"Mew?"

Still invisible, Mew blinked at him in confusion.

Its instincts screamed that August was up to something again.

"Mewtwo will wake up sooner or later. Instead of letting it awaken under Team Rocket’s control, why not wake it up early and throw their plans into chaos?"

Now was the perfect moment—but August didn’t want Giovanni’s script to play out as written.

"Mew~"

After some thought, Mew gestured with its tiny paws.

August’s expression turned strange.

"Wait… you’re saying I should just feed it the same Pokéblocks I gave you earlier?"

He had expected Mew to suggest using Verdant Force or some complex psychic healing technique.

But…

It turned out the secret weapon was his own homemade Pokéblocks?

"Mew~!"

According to Mew, August’s special Pokéblocks had incredible benefits for Psychic-type Pokémon—even accelerating cellular healing.

If Mewtwo consumed one, it could rapidly stabilize its genetic structure and awaken in peak condition.

August was speechless.

…His homemade Pokéblocks were basically miracle drugs?!

First, they had saved a dying Lugia hatchling.

Now, they were about to be used to wake up Mewtwo?!

Should "Full Restore" be renamed "August’s Pokéblocks" instead?!

With no hesitation, August acted immediately.

"Blaine, let me administer another dose of stabilizer to Mewtwo."

Hearing this, Blaine’s instincts screamed that August was playing with fire.

But at this point, it was too late to stop him.

He could only hope August knew what he was doing.

Pretending to analyze Mewtwo’s condition, Blaine then nodded and said:

"Mewtwo’s genetic structure is still unstable—another stabilizer dose is necessary."

August nodded in agreement, stepping forward to retrieve the stabilizer injection.

No one noticed that, invisibly, Mew had already ground a Pokéblock into fine powder and infused it into the stabilizer solution.

Then—

As August administered the injection, the lab monitors reacted instantly.

In the blink of an eye—

Mewtwo’s vital signs returned to normal.

Even its once-unstable genetic structure suddenly stabilized.

"This is… a miracle!" a researcher exclaimed.

The moment he said it, the entire lab erupted into excited discussions.

However—Dr. Fuji’s eyes narrowed in suspicion.

He wasn’t convinced.

The stabilizer was derived from Mew’s genetic material—if it were this effective, they would have solved Mewtwo’s instability long ago.

How had Blaine suddenly produced a miracle cure?

Even Blaine himself was confused.

What exactly had August done?

On the surface, however, he simply put on a humble expression.

But then—his expression stiffened.

"Blaine—brace yourself. Mewtwo is waking up."

"What did you do, August?!"

Before August could answer, Mewtwo’s vitals suddenly spiked at an alarming rate—except for its genetic stability, which remained perfect.

All data indicated one fact—

Mewtwo was awakening!

The researchers held their breath in anticipation.

Under countless gazes, Mewtwo—submerged in the nutrient-filled containment tank—slowly opened its eyes.

Then—

A voice echoed telepathically into everyone’s mind.

"Mew… Mama?"

Silence.

Total, stunned silence.

Not only was Mewtwo’s psychic communication shocking, but…

Mew… Mama?!

No one had expected that to be Mewtwo’s first words.

Ignoring the Team Rocket grunts scrambling to report to Giovanni, the researchers immediately launched into heated debate.

"Does Mewtwo see Mew as its mother because its genes originate from Mew?"

"That can’t be it—genetics alone wouldn’t cause this kind of recognition."

"Could DNA influence memory? This is an interesting subject!"

Amidst the fascinated researchers, Mewtwo’s gaze sharpened inside the containment chamber.

"Where… is my mother?"

It turned to the nearest researcher.

"Mew is not your mother," the researcher declared proudly. "You were artificially created using Mew’s DNA."

In the corner, Blaine buried his face in his hands.

Sure, creating Mewtwo was a remarkable achievement…

But boasting about it to Mewtwo’s face?

That researcher had just signed his own death warrant.

As expected.

In the very next second, Mewtwo’s eyes flashed blue, and the reinforced containment glass before it shattered instantly—without even the slightest resistance.

The sound of breaking glass, combined with Mewtwo’s glowing, piercing gaze, instantly cooled the excited atmosphere in the research lab.

Several researchers had already sensed that this “scientific breakthrough” was about to become a full-blown disaster.

Some began quietly backing away, while others, still believing in Team Rocket’s ability to control the situation, remained where they stood.

No one noticed that August and Blaine had already positioned themselves in a corner, their presence completely ignored due to Mew’s psychic concealment.

At this moment, Dr. Fuji knew it was his turn to step in.

As an experienced researcher, he remained composed, stepping forward and responding in a calm, measured tone:

"In a way, yes. You could be considered Mew’s child. You were created from Mew’s DNA, extracted from one of its eyelashes, through the research of Team Rocket."

As he spoke, he gestured to the Mew mural on the wall.

Mewtwo turned to look.

The ancient depiction of Mew, though somewhat abstract, still bore a familiar resemblance to the creature in its dreams.

This confirmation deepened Mewtwo’s belief in what it had seen in its dreams.

And if that was true…

"You are Team Rocket?"

Mewtwo’s gaze snapped back to Dr. Fuji, its tone sharp.

Dr. Fuji was caught off guard by the sudden intensity but nodded.

To him, Team Rocket was undoubtedly notorious in the outside world, but Mewtwo had just been born—it was a blank slate.

Revealing Team Rocket’s identity shouldn’t have mattered.

However—

Things took a turn that Dr. Fuji hadn’t anticipated.

Mewtwo recalled the words from its dream—and its eyes filled with hostility.

"The evil organization Team Rocket! Are you planning to brainwash me into becoming your mindless pawn?!"

Silence.

Absolute silence.

The entire lab froze in place.

What?!

Who the hell had implanted that idea into Mewtwo’s head?!

The tension in the room skyrocketed.

Some researchers—realizing things were going south fast—rushed to flee.

However, the moment one of them reached for the door handle, they found that it, which usually opened with ease, was now as immovable as solid steel.

No matter how much force they used, it wouldn’t budge.

They turned around in horror—

Only to see Mewtwo’s glowing blue eyes.

"Are you trying to escape?"

The gaze it gave them…

It was the exact same look they had when experimenting on lab Pokémon.

The pride they had felt from successfully creating Mewtwo instantly transformed into pure terror.

"Call for reinforcements!"

"Activate the defense systems!"

"Get Boss Giovanni—NOW!"

As Mewtwo’s entire body radiated psychic energy, slowly rising into the air, the lab descended into chaos.

And in the midst of it all, August and Blaine remained in their corner, untouched.

"What do we do? Just stand by and watch these researchers get wiped out?" Blaine asked.

Even though they had worked for Team Rocket, they were scientists. They should be facing prison sentences, not dying in a catastrophe.

"Relax. The real show is just beginning."

"You don’t actually think Giovanni didn’t prepare for this, do you?"

In the original timeline, Giovanni wasn’t on-site, which was why Mewtwo easily destroyed New Island.

But now?

With Giovanni personally here, Mewtwo wouldn’t be able to wipe the place out so easily.

As soon as August finished speaking—

BOOM!

The lab doors exploded open, sending debris flying.

A figure strode in, accompanied by a Beedrill with twin, gleaming, razor-sharp stingers.

Giovanni had arrived.

As the panicked researchers fled, Giovanni stood his ground, his eyes locking onto Mewtwo.

"Mewtwo, I am Giovanni, leader of Team Rocket. Let’s have a chat, shall we?"

A polished smile spread across his face.

Mewtwo’s successful creation had put him in a good mood.

A small outburst like this?

Hardly an issue.

However…

Mewtwo’s gaze narrowed at him.

"You… are the so-called master manipulator of Team Rocket? The one who excels in brainwashing others—Giovanni?"

Giovanni’s smile froze.

Who the hell had taught Mewtwo to talk like that?!

Before he could even process it, Mewtwo attacked.

Without hesitation, Mewtwo raised a hand, eyes flashing—

A devastating psychic blast surged straight for Giovanni.

But—

Giovanni was not unprepared.

Before he could even give a command, Beedrill had already reacted—its stingers igniting with a yellow-green Bug-type aura as it intercepted the psychic blast.

With a single, swift motion, Beedrill’s attack dispersed the psychic force, protecting Giovanni completely.

At that moment, Giovanni’s smile disappeared entirely.

He had been prepared for a battle—but what he hadn’t expected was Mewtwo outright refusing to talk.

It seemed there was no choice but to settle things with force.

Reaching into his coat, he tossed out several Poké Balls.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

A series of bright flashes filled the room.

In an instant—

A Nidoking, a Rhyperior, and an Aggron emerged, towering figures surrounding Mewtwo on all sides.

Mewtwo’s gaze swept across its opponents.

But its expression did not change in the slightest.

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