Everyone else is a trainer, but you are a swordsman?

Outside the villa, Feng had put on the black robe that symbolized "shadow" again, and emerged from the shadows like a ghost, standing in everyone's sight.

"Captain, you're back!"

Silver Face noticed Feng, shouted excitedly, and jumped off the branch of the rotten wood demon with a kick of his legs.

"Captain, I'm glad you're okay." The earl bowed respectfully to Feng, like an elegant gentleman.

"Ah."

Feng responded softly, his eyes swept across the battlefield, and he instantly understood the battle situation outside.

Then, in full view of everyone, he slowly raised the giant sword in one hand and swung it twice at a moderate speed towards the area in the courtyard where there were many people and Pokémon.

Suddenly, two dark purple sword energies appeared out of thin air, rapidly spreading like ripples. The air seemed to become distorted by the agitation of the sword energy, and the people and Pokémon that were touched were immediately thrown to the ground...

When Silverface and the Earl saw Feng taking action, they were about to command the Pokémon to cooperate, but they stopped halfway and looked at the scene in disbelief.

Those opponents who were originally in a stalemate with them were no match for the sword energy. They were harvested like wheat. After just a few seconds, there were very few enemies left standing.

"gone."

After defeating the remaining opponents for the Earl and Silver Face in a few moves, Feng did not pay attention to his "results". He greeted the two dazed people and left the courtyard first.

"Oh...oh, Captain is mighty!"

The Earl and Silver Face finally recovered from the shock of Feng's "clearing the field" and reacted to follow closely. Unconsciously, they had already regarded Feng as an invincible object like the "God of War".

……

The three of them left Songping's villa and rushed to the cemetery where they often contacted each other.

In Feng’s previous mission, this place was turned into ruins by the detonation of an elite-level wind ball, and the ghost-type Pokémon inside were either dead or fled. It was no longer a Pokémon gathering place.

Gently pushing open the iron door that creaked in the night wind, Feng walked in first, followed closely by Silverface and the Earl. At the same time, they vigilantly sent out Pokémon to search the surroundings to avoid being ambushed or eavesdropped.

Now most of the tombstones in the cemetery are incomplete, and the land has been blown up into pieces. Only wild grass with strong vitality covers this area, adding a touch of green to this land that should have been barren.

"Come out."

Feng reached into the shadow with one hand, fumbled for a while, then pulled Song Ping out like a dead dog and threw him to the ground.

He had lost his hearing, suffered burns in many parts of his body, his hair was burnt off, his skin was charred black, and only his rising and falling chest proved that he was still alive. I guess his parents wouldn't recognize him in this state.

"Shield Sword Monster, spiritual power."

Feng gave the order without any nonsense.

He didn't believe that Matsudaira would answer the questions honestly, and he couldn't withstand torture in this state, so he might as well use his trump card directly.

The Shield Sword Monster flew in front of Matsudaira, and the light in its single eye became brighter, flashing a dazzling blue light.

Silver Face and the Earl stood behind Feng like wooden stakes, watching the scene expressionlessly without saying a word.

"Uh……"

Feeling that something suddenly appeared in his mind, Matsudaira instinctively wanted to fight back desperately.

But... he suddenly thought of something.

My body and heart were filled with an uncontrollable feeling of powerlessness. My struggles gradually weakened. My lifeless eyes gradually became numb and hopeless, and my thoughts drifted uncontrollably...

I... am such a failure.

The Pokémon he relied on the most, Houndoom, abandoned him at the critical moment, and the other Pokémon were killed or injured. Overnight... he went from being an admired gym leader-level trainer to a penniless man with nothing.

Even if... I can survive this time, those enemies who have committed crimes against me will not let me go in the future.

My life is over.

It would be better to die here and let them stop making things difficult for my family.

When the Shield Sword Monster was controlling its spiritual power, it initially felt a stubborn will resisting, but gradually the resistance weakened, allowing its spiritual power to spread smoothly and penetrate into the weak spots.

Matsudaira felt that his soul was slowly no longer his own.

But he didn't care, or he had given up.

"fair enough."

Matsudaira murmured, his body and mind completely relaxed, allowing the Shield Sword Monster to invade his soul.

However, I really want to go back home to visit my elderly parents and taste the delicious meals made by my mother...

I really want to play and frolic with that playful mimosa in the sunny fields again...

If I hadn't become a trainer, but had continued to farm in the village, if I had always walked on the right path and not gotten involved in those murders and treasure-stealing activities...

Are you still living a happy life with your parents and Mimosa?

Unfortunately.

There are no more ifs in my life.

Slowly, Matsudaira's exhausted soul was completely controlled by the Shield Sword Monster, and a blue light appeared in his eyes.

“It’s so simple this time.”

Feng raised his eyebrows, feeling a little strange.

He had read Matsudaira's information and knew that he had worked his way up from the bottom. His willpower shouldn't be so fragile. As a gym leader-level trainer, he could not be worse than Ginmen.

Unable to figure out the reason, Feng stopped thinking about it and turned to the Shield Blade Monster and said, "Let him tell me where the remaining wealth is."

The rest is easy to deal with. The only thing he is worried about now is that Matsudaira put the money somewhere in the villa, and then it was accidentally burned by Houndoom. Now the treasure in the sky has turned to ashes.

"In the back...yard. I buried it underground in the backyard." Matsudaira's burned lips moved with difficulty as he spoke mechanically.

"I understand. You... just go with peace of mind."

Hearing this answer, Feng breathed a sigh of relief, then stabbed the Shield Sword Monster into his chest, giving him a quick death.

Matsudaira no longer has any useful Pokémon and doesn't have any extraordinary abilities himself, so he is no longer of much value to Feng.

"Forehead……"

As the tip of the sword pierced through, Matsudaira felt a pain in his chest, followed by a look of relief and liberation. At this moment... he actually felt at ease.

Slowly, his soul seemed to be pulled by some kind of spirit, leaving his body bit by bit. He vaguely saw something, and unexpectedly revealed a happy and peaceful smile, and just like that...

Life was lost.