I am the boss of Sakaki

Sakaki walked straight to the door without stopping.

He stopped at the door, tilted his head slightly, and glanced at Lugia, Little Sirona, Cocobul, Kaluni, and Chiri and Fradili, who had equally grim expressions on their faces.

"Everyone," Sakaki's voice was steady and powerful, "the alliance's promise will take time to verify, but your injuries and concerns do not need to wait.

I have arranged the best medical team and security forces under the Rainbow Group. Please rest assured and take care of yourself.

Rainbow Group will do its utmost to find the missing persons."

How convincing this is.

Sakaki seemed to be the only one in control of the situation.

Even Dama Lanqi can't compare to him.

Lugia was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly, accepting the kindness.

Little Sirona was worried about her grandmother. When she heard Sakaki say this, she pleaded with him, "Sorry to bother you, Uncle Sakaki."

"It's my duty." Sakaki said with a smile.

Cocobul's frown relaxed slightly, and he said to Sakaki in a deep voice, "Mr. Sakaki, you must... you must find Dr. Bratano and the others."

"Sure!" Sakaki nodded vigorously.

Chi Ri and Vladali trusted Sakaki more than the Alliance. They were indeed seriously injured, and the Alliance seemed so powerless, so they immediately accepted Sakaki's arrangement and nodded in greeting.

Looking at Sakaki's departing back, Damalanqi sat back in his chair dejectedly, feeling ten years older in an instant.

He addressed the remaining people, his voice filled with deep fatigue, but in order to maintain the face of the alliance, he was determined to do so:

"Everyone, the dignity of the alliance cannot be trampled upon! In the name of the Alliance President, I order: All police forces, investigators, and intelligence departments in Kanto to cancel all vacations and enter the highest state of combat readiness!

Block all ports, airports, and roads! Mobilize all available surveillance resources!

Even if I have to dig deep into the ground, I must dig out that masked lunatic! Bring back the doctors, the kings, everyone! Bring them back safely!

The order was quickly passed down, and the machines of the entire Kanto and Johto Alliance began to run at unprecedented power.

Sirens blared throughout the city, and air patrols composed of flying-type Pokémon trainers took off intensively, with all members of the Junsha family from all over the place dispatched.

.........

Sakaki's steps were steady and powerful, and he was about to step out of the conference room, the door that symbolized the center of power of the alliance. However, a familiar voice called out to him:

"Sakaki."

Sakaki paused slightly and turned around slowly.

The light from the door outlined his tall figure and also illuminated the person who called him - Dr. Oki Yukinari.

He stood in the slightly dim corridor with a complicated expression on his face.

"Dr. Yukinari." Sakaki's tone returned to its usual calm, even a hint of the respect a junior shows for his elders, as if the overlord who had just dominated the conference room and suffocated Damalanji was just a phantom. "Sorry, I was so busy that I almost forgot you were looking for me."

"Yes, there are too many things..." Professor Oak walked slowly closer, his wise eyes carefully looking at the man in front of him, as if he wanted to penetrate the expensive suit and calm aura and see the spirited and sharp-eyed young man from many years ago.

"The incident at the summit, the doctors being kidnapped... and you, Sakaki."

Professor Oak's voice was filled with an indescribable feeling: "Looking at you standing here, listening to you talking to President Damalanchi... I almost don't recognize you anymore.

Now you have reached the heights of a champion, and your power can even rival the Kanto Alliance."

Sakaki showed a gentle smile on his face. This smile seemed to come from the heart, yet it was bottomless: "Doctor, I am still me. From the beginning to the end, I have never changed."

He met Professor Oak's scrutinizing gaze with a frank look, "Everything I did was just what I thought I should do.

Protect those who need to be protected and achieve the goals that need to be achieved, that's all."

"What should be done?" Professor Oak stared at Sakaki's eyes, as if trying to find a flaw in it. "Sakaki, tell me, what do you want? What is your ultimate goal?"

The smile on Sakaki's face gradually faded. He did not answer immediately, but raised his head slightly, his sight seeming to penetrate the towering ceiling of the Alliance Headquarters and look at the boundless sky.

A moment later, his deep but clear voice rang out in the empty corridor:

"I want this day to be cleaner, Doctor. I want the air we breathe to be fresh, no matter where we are."

"I want this ground to be more solid. So that everyone, regardless of their social status, can stand firmly on it without having to worry that the ground beneath their feet will collapse at any time."

His words were calm, yet they held an undeniable power and an almost grandiose vision.

Oki Yukinari fell silent.

He was well aware of the metaphors of "air" and "land" in Sakaki's words - they referred to the deep-rooted corruption within the alliance, the injustice between regions, and the invisible barriers that weighed on the heads of countless ordinary people.

Aren’t these the fundamental reasons that made him disheartened and ultimately chose to leave the center of power and return to pure research?

Professor Oak's face showed deep fatigue and a hint of weakness. He sighed long and silently, and his voice became low and earnest: "Sakaki... I may understand your thoughts. But..."

He emphasized his tone, his eyes were like torches, "Promise me, no matter what you do, don't do anything bad! And don't... attack innocent people!

Don't let your goals affect those who just want to live a peaceful life! The price... is too high."

Sakaki looked at the elder who had once been his teacher and friend, and an almost helpless smile appeared on his face.

There was no sarcasm in this smile, but it carried a kind of clarity that came from understanding the world.

“Doctor,” he shook his head slightly, his voice carrying a coldness that penetrated reality, “You really are… naive and adorable.

This is no game. There is no bloodless revolution, and no storm that does not affect innocent people.

This is the real world, where the strong prey on the weak, the winner takes all, and the rules... are always written by the winner.

Wasn't it because you saw through this that you left? "

“…” Professor Oak opened his mouth, and in the end all his words turned into an even heavier sigh.

He understood that the will of the man in front of him could no longer be shaken by a few words from him.

Differences in ideas are like natural chasms.

He rubbed his brows tiredly, as if he had aged a few years.

Finally, he raised his head, his eyes filled with worry and pleading, and turned the topic to the softest concern in his heart: "Sakaki... Finally, this is a little selfish thing from me, your senior.

Qing Mao, that kid... when he was little, the person he admired the most was you. He always regarded you as his goal to catch up with, as the most respected Sakaki-sama..."

Professor Oak's voice trembled slightly. "No matter what the future holds, please take good care of him. Don't take advantage of his trust and admiration for you. He's a pure child."

Sakaki looked deeply at Oki Yukinari, as if he wanted to engrave the plea of the former Kanto champion into his heart.

Without any extra words, Sakaki just nodded solemnly and slowly.

This action carries more weight than any promise.

"Goodbye, Doctor." Sakaki said the last sentence, without stopping, turned around and strode away.

His figure quickly disappeared in the shadows at the end of the corridor, leaving Oki Yukinari standing there alone, looking in the direction he left, speechless for a long time.

The air seemed to freeze, with only the faint sound of sirens outside the window heralding a bigger storm was approaching.

The rain is coming and the wind is all over the building.