Aspiring to become a Pokémon trainer

With her head tilted slightly and her crystalline ponytail cascading down, Diancie made no attempt to hide or conceal anything.

Is it really a mythical beast or a legend?

Thinking this through his mind, Bratano had this suspicion from the very beginning.

Discovering new Pokémon species is no easy task. The major leagues completed data integration early on, and basically all Pokémon that live in normal conditions have been included in the register. The rest are either legends that only exist in biographies or mythical Pokémon that have lived in special environments for a long time.

He didn't covet the former; he was more amazed by Nan Yin's luck and felt even more delighted.

With that child by her side, perhaps this girl she's watched grow up can go even further.

"If you're willing, would it be convenient for you to come to the research institute afterward? There's no need for specific information collection; I just want to simply legitimize the existence of Tianxi."

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Doctor."

Although he may seem unconventional, Nan Yin absolutely trusts this doctor's character.

In contrast, the conversation between Korne and Diancie was more captivating to her.

“My name is Korni. Since we are both friends of Nanyin, we should get along well.”

Bending down to observe quietly, her eyes sparkled with admiration; the blonde girl's delight was written all over her face.

Indeed, girls of any age have little resistance to cute things.

"Okay~ I got it~"

Similarly, she did not refuse. As a phantom beast, Diancie could sense the fluctuations in thoughts and distinguish between lies and truth. The other party's goodwill could not be faked.

Besides, Ke'erni is also Nan Yin's friend. Perhaps, through this shared relationship, she can learn more about the white-haired girl who accompanies her.

With their footsteps settled, the group overcame the obstacles and arrived near the Poké Ball Factory.

"After that, I will liaise with the person in charge here and use the business order as an excuse to buy time. Meanwhile, you owners, please take this opportunity to gather information and prevent the people living here from escaping. As for Nan Yin and Ke Er Ni, they will accompany me as my assistants and record any suspicious signs in the surrounding area."

After explaining their respective tasks and clarifying the division of labor, Bratano gently rang the doorman's call bell.

Jingle Bell......

Following this unhurried pace, the search operation officially commenced.

Chapter Fifty-Seven: Fierce Battles and Wild Fights

"Sir, may I ask what brings you here?"

"Please give my regards to the president and tell him that he invited me from Blatano."

The question and answer were answered without delay. Upon hearing the name of the doctor, the gatekeeper hurriedly walked into the inner room.

Before long, a middle-aged man with stubble rushed up to Bratano.

"Dr. Blatano, when did you arrive? You didn't even let me know so that everyone could prepare some tea to welcome you."

He extended his arm, shook hands warmly, and, whether from the heat or from walking quickly, sweat had already beaded on the man's forehead.

Even though his words were full of humility, a subtle tension was still evident.

"Come in, please come in."

After waving aside the stunned gatekeeper, the factory manager gave him a look and then hurriedly pulled the three of them inside.

"I'm sorry, Doctor. That young man just arrived a few days ago and has neglected you. Please feel free to ask if you need anything."

"No, don't be too harsh. I didn't come here for tea. Recently, a batch of Pokémon arrived from Kanto, and the lab is running low on Poké Balls, so I had to come here to ask you for help."

"Not at all, Dr. Mingming. You only need to make a phone call. It's really kind of you to come all this way."

Polite words circulated between the two, but once inside, Nan Yin's keen senses and waveguide feedback made her even more certain of her previous idea.

Zapdos is located underground in this factory.

Looking up, a dazzling array of equipment is neatly arranged, one after another, while it is almost impossible to see any people coming and going in the field of vision.

There was none of the usual noise of a factory. The robotic arm automatically picked up the materials, placed them on the conveyor belt, and then the drill bit carved jade threads to complete the subsequent processes.

Apart from the final inspection stage, the entire processing is almost completely automated, which may be the reason why traditional craftsmen are being phased out.

"It seems your factory's processing technology is quite advanced. However, it's a bit hot here."

It wasn't the girl who spoke; instead, Blatano found a topic by using what she saw and spoke first, placing her long coat on her elbow.

He needed to buy time, to give the other museum owners outside every second, and to wait for Officer Jenny and the investigators to arrive.

This wasn't excessive caution, but rather because Team Flare's influence in Carlos was too great. While informing them of the situation and calling for reinforcements, they themselves might have gotten wind of it and thus backed down and withdrew in advance.

"This is all thanks to the convenience provided by the Fradali Research Institute. Without the assistance of this local industry, it would have been a pipe dream to build this production line."

"I've also heard that Mr. Fradali has a good relationship with you, Dr. Blatano. If it would be of any help, I would appreciate it if you could put in a good word for me in the future."

Raising his eyebrows, he fawned over the information he already knew, his tone undeniably respectful, just as stereotypical.

The conversation could have continued smoothly without any unexpected events, but as an employee came out from the back room and whispered in the man's ear, his expression subtly changed.

He glanced at Blatano out of the corner of his eye, and a faint hint of doubt and gloom flashed across his eyes.

"Dr. Blatano, I'm very sorry, there has been an accident involving one of our employees. Please excuse me for a moment."

After concealing his emotions and offering his apology, the factory manager prepared to leave with the previous employee.

But the instant he turned his back, Blatano decisively reached out and grabbed the other man's shoulder like an iron clamp, forcibly keeping him in place.

"Wait a moment, Mr. Akamalo, our business is not yet finished."

His tone remained as calm as ever, but everyone knew that after this action, the atmosphere between them would never be peaceful again.

“What do you mean, Doctor? I think the safety of our employees is more important than the business deal.”

Just now, Akamalo received a message from inside: their movements have been exposed, a large number of police officers are on their way, and they must abandon this base and destroy all existing evidence.

Even though his body was restricted by the former, the man had already gripped the Poké Ball in his inner pocket, ready to retaliate the moment the other party spoke.

When a person is speaking, their attention will inevitably be distracted, and this is the easiest weakness to exploit.

There will be no mercy. Even though Blatano did come to discuss business, the timing is too coincidental to be believable. Now, he has become a potential enemy.

If it is a threat, it should be eliminated.

He subtly connected to the channel, giving coded signals, and Akamalo kept thinking about how to deal with the situation.

As expected, the doctor's last words echoed in my ears.

"The safety of employees is undoubtedly important, but isn't the safety of Pokémon important too?"

Before a single word could be spoken, both sides revealed their identities and completely broke off all pretense of civility.

Akamalo raised his leg to stomp on Bratano's toes, intending to catch him off guard. However, before he could turn around and exert force, the former suddenly threw the coat in his hand. With a brief loss of sight, he only felt a heavy kick to the abdomen.

Following closely behind the loss of balance, stern commands followed in quick succession.

Blastoise, Water Pulse!

Frankly, unless it's absolutely necessary, Blatano doesn't want to get into a fight with anyone.

He was, after all, an office worker, and being too barbaric would be beneath his dignity. Muttering to himself, the Doctor completely forgot that at the very beginning of the conversation, he had taken off his coat, eager for the battle to begin.

Lowering the cannon muzzle and spewing out a high-pressure water jet, the reason for not using a powerful move is twofold: firstly, to prevent missing the target, and secondly, to prevent the opponent from being too badly injured to withstand subsequent interrogation.

Unable to dodge, Akamalo was immediately overwhelmed by the water pressure and slammed into a distant wall under the long-prepared coordinated attack.

boom--

"......you."

With a hoarse, teeth-gritting voice, the man broke free from the embedded hole and grabbed the Poké Ball at his waist, determined to retaliate.

However, he was unable to touch that familiar, smooth shell.

"what?"

"General."

It was a crisp snap of fingers.

Just like the concluding words from the girl's mouth, she simply raised her index finger, and from the fingertip upwards, several spheres of various shapes hovered.

With a fixed gaze, even without uttering a word, Nan Yin's originally clear purple eyes shone with a brilliance, exerting even greater pressure.

The existence of telekinesis is undeniable.

Sure enough, how could that guy Blatano bring two defenseless girls with him? Where did these superpowered individuals come from?

There was no time for insults; in this situation, Akamalo could only pin his hopes on his underground mole.

"Akamarlo, you're really stupid. I told you to take action long ago, but you wouldn't listen. Now you've brought this upon yourself."

Accompanied by this mocking tone, a woman wearing violet glasses appeared first, followed by another woman with short, dark green hair.

"At this point, you're still trying to mock me. With just the two of you, I'm afraid you can't beat Bratano."

"Tch." They couldn't deny the man's words; they were indeed no match for a trainer who had reached the Elite Four level. But fortunately, that dim-witted woman had also been commanded and happened to be here.

Standing still in front of the three, the person being praised stood with his hands on his hips, looking at Nan Yin and his group.

"..."

The person was completely covered in a one-piece rubber suit, with almost no skin showing, as if to conceal their identity. They did not even make a sound.

The only possible clue to his identity is probably the deep black wolfhound standing to his side, Houndoom.

Without the slightest hesitation, she immediately removed the pendant and held up the translucent keystone, signifying that the other party intended to use it—

Mega Evolution.

P.S.: Requesting free votes and comments, thank you!

Although, after asking the editor about reading it further, I was quite disappointed. Not many people are reading it anymore.

Chapter Fifty-Eight: The Real Crisis

"Nanyin, Ke'erni, you two step back."

Raising his arm to shield the girl behind him, Bratano looked at the armored woman before him with a very serious expression.

By the time trainers reach the Elite Four level, most have developed their own battle style, whether it be fierce or roundabout. Even if they try to conceal it, you can still glean clues from their aura.

The raging fire was his immediate and direct experience.

It wasn't unfamiliar; in fact, they had met recently. Upon recalling a certain possibility, the man's expression turned even more unpleasant.

If we rule out the possibility of sisters, then the opponent can only be Carlos's Fire King, Pachira.

Despite being a legitimate Champion recognized by the League and a news anchor for Central News, he has now defected to Team Flare and stands on the opposite side of them.

"Garuda, Rock Slide!"

Putting aside his complicated feelings, rather than engaging in meaningless verbal sparring, he preferred to take action to curb the possibility of Mega Evolution and keep the battles to a minimum intensity.

With its dense, towering scales and trembling, sharp bone spikes, the terrestrial dragon slams its tail across the earth, tearing apart the ground and lifting up large chunks of cement and steel bars.

“Stop it.”

Without turning around or directing the wolfhounds, the woman uttered her commands in concise sentences.

"Tch, Commander, use cross-cutting to split the rock."

"Dragon King Scorpion, use Pin Missiles to deflect the debris."

Knowing that Pachira was in charge, but lacking the strength, Bara and Claire could only obey for the time being to avoid the failure of this evacuation.

Commander Slashed repeatedly, slicing through large chunks of cement. Dragon Scorpion raised its tail tip, scattering flying needles that deflected the remaining smaller pieces off course.

"Akamaro, have you finished dealing with those Pokémon underground?"

Turning to the disheveled man who had lost his elf, Pachira asked him a question with swift and concise manner.

"almost."