Pokémon: My Titles Know No Limits! [561]

Hearing August bring up the origin of [Dynamax], Mustard’s brows furrowed.

When it came to the legends of Galar, he still knew a thing or two.

Three thousand years ago, Eternatus appeared in the Galar region. The entire land was shrouded in the Darkest Day. Countless Pokémon, influenced by Eternatus’s power, underwent [Dynamax], bringing immeasurable devastation across Galar. At that moment of crisis, two heroes, wielding the legendary “Sword” and “Shield,” defeated Eternatus, banishing the “Darkest Day” and saving Galar.

For August to bring this up now…

“You mean to say this legend and Rose…”

He thought of Rose—Rose, who had established his standing in the Galar League precisely by introducing [Dynamax] into Gym battles.

“As you’ve guessed, Mustard, Rose’s ability to bring [Dynamax] into Gym battles does indeed relate to Eternatus.”

“And according to the intel I’ve obtained, Rose intends to awaken Eternatus.”

“But… it’s not that I underestimate him—he simply doesn’t have the ability to control Eternatus. If he’s allowed to awaken it, all he’ll bring upon Galar is disaster.”

“That’s why I have to target Rose.”

After listening to August, Mustard finally understood the reason behind all of this.

If Rose truly meant to awaken Eternatus, then yes—it would be nothing short of a catastrophe for the whole Galar region.

Though the Darkest Day existed only in legend, even through mere words Mustard could feel the terror of that disaster that once swept across Galar.

In that instant, he couldn’t help but feel reverence toward August.

What kind of spirit was this!

To be misunderstood by everyone, and yet to still hold to his own justice… to come all the way to Galar just to save the region from fire and flood.

“It seems this old man has misunderstood you…” Mustard felt ashamed of his earlier doubts.

Off in the distance, Sabrina, cradling Mew while sipping tea, let out a sigh.

Yet another person taken in, limping away under August’s sweet-talking.

As she sighed, she stroked Mew’s head.

She had to admit—Mew felt unbelievably nice to the touch. No wonder August carried it around everywhere and never seemed to tire.

“Mew!”

Mew, nibbling on a small cake, squirmed happily, humming in comfort.

“I wanna touch too!”

Zinnia came crowding over, reaching out to pet it.

But Mew swatted her hand away with its tail without mercy, then shot a glare at the petrified Zinnia, puffing its chest.

“Mew!”

August had said it, intelligence flows from places of high concentration to low.

For such a clever and adorable Pokémon like herself, if she let Zinnia touch her, she’d become stupid!

After talking with August and learning the truth behind it all, Mustard not only gave up trying to dissuade him, he even wanted to join August’s fight against Rose.

As he put it—being a former Champion, he too bore a responsibility toward the Galar region!

“There’s no need for now. Dealing with Rose, I alone am enough. Besides, I’m still in the stage of gathering evidence. It’s not yet the time for an all-out clash with him,” August said.

That answer left Mustard stunned.

He had thought August had come seeking his help—that was why he had spoken those words to try to persuade him earlier.

But now, when he was offering his aid on his own initiative, August had flatly refused?

“The reason I came to see you, Mustard, first was to pay respects to a senior. Second, I hoped you could say a word to Leon.”

“After all, Leon is still working under Rose. To keep him from being deceived, it’s best that you caution him!”

“But—don’t tell him the truth yet. Otherwise, I fear he’ll charge straight to confront Rose, and that would only startle the snake.”

At that last point, Mustard nodded in agreement.

Knowing Leon’s temperament, if he knew, he wouldn’t think twice before rushing to face Rose head-on.

“No problem. Leave this to this old man!” Mustard readily agreed, then sighed: “Truly, I’ve grown old…”

Even offering help, only to be refused.

Still, he knew. August, as a member of the International Police, was far more professional at intelligence gathering than he could ever be. Some things were better left to the professionals.

As though struck by a thought, Mustard said, “Even if you won’t let me fight, I can still provide you some outside-the-battlefield support…”

August tilted his head. “Outside-the-battlefield support?”

“These years I’ve spent in seclusion on the Isle of Armor weren’t spent just gaming. Though my strength isn’t what it once was, I haven’t let myself rust. I’ve a Pokémon I wish to entrust to you…” Mustard called out behind him: “Come out!”

At his words—

A gray figure slipped out from behind. Only knee-high, with pitch-black claws, a tuft of snow-white fur on its forehead, and a gaze sharp with resolve: Kubfu stepped before August.

“This is Kubfu…”

“So it was you!”

“Hm?” Mustard looked puzzled. “August, you’ve already met this child?”

August crouched down, and though Kubfu’s face showed resistance, he reached out to scratch its chin. “On my first day here on the island, it was secretly spying on me.”

It was as though August’s hand carried magic. Just a moment ago Kubfu’s face was full of resistance—now, under August’s touch, its expression melted into enjoyment, even lifting its chin for more.

Mustard suddenly understood. “So that’s how it is! Then it’s simple.”

He turned to Kubfu. “I’ve long wondered to whom I should entrust this little one. Now that you’ve come, August, I’ll leave it in your care!”

In his eyes, August was the perfect choice.

A heart of justice, lofty ideals.

Strength unmatched, Champion of the World Tournament.

And most important of all—Kubfu clearly liked him.

Under August’s influence, surely Kubfu would grow to achieve glory beyond compare!

August hadn’t expected Mustard to entrust Kubfu to him so directly. Since Mustard was showing such trust, he couldn’t refuse. “Then I’ll take good care of it!”

Lowering his head, August held out his palm.

Kubfu too raised its eyes, gaze firm. Seeing August’s hand reaching out—

Slap!

Their palms smacked together, a crisp sound.

Mustard watched the harmonious scene, face full of relief.

But he failed to notice the strange looks on Sabrina, Blue, and Zinnia not far away.

Handing a young Pokémon, whose character hadn’t even fully formed, to August… was that really okay? Who knew what it would turn into under his “guidance”…

Mew was already the best proof.

Still clutching her cake, Mew looked puzzled: “Mew?”

Why did it feel like someone was talking bad about her!?

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After the serious talk was done, it was time for leisure.

August watched as Mustard deftly switched on the console and TV, pulled out a controller, and flopped down on the sofa.

Catching August’s gaze, Mustard even invited him: “Want to play together?”

August glanced at the Pokémon on the screen and shook his head.

Before crossing over, playing Pokémon games was one thing.

But now that he had crossed into the actual Pokémon world—real Pokémon right in front of him—why would he still play the game?

Wouldn’t that make his crossing pointless?

Hearing August’s refusal, Mustard’s face showed such regret, as though August had just missed out on something precious.

August’s mouth twitched.

And seeing the look on August’s face, Kubfu copied him, twitching its own little mouth as well.

Blue and the others nearby saw this and shouted in their hearts:

It’s starting—Kubfu’s already being influenced by August!

Just then, Mew stuffed the last little cake into its mouth, cheeks puffed like a hamster, then floated up onto August’s head.

“Mew!”

Mew tugged and pawed at August’s hair, shaping it into the arrangement most comfortable for her, then lay down on top of his head with perfect satisfaction.

Seeing this, Kubfu rubbed its own head and looked around, wanting to find something to put on its head too, just to imitate August.

Watching its movements, August chuckled. “That’s not something you need to learn!”

He crouched down, rubbing Kubfu’s head. “From now on, I’ve got your back. Just call me Boss August!”

“Bey~!” Kubfu nodded hard.

On August’s head, Mew blinked her big eyes and lazily stretched out a paw to greet the new companion.

“Bey?”

Kubfu tilted its head, curious as it looked at Mew.

It was puzzled. Mew just lay around like that—did she not need to train?

“Mew?”

Mew was puzzled too. What’s training?

Sensing Kubfu starting to get dragged astray by Mew, August solemnly warned it: “Don’t learn from Mew! She’s already a lost cause!”

“Mew!” Mew protested.

August pressed her down with one hand.

Protest invalid!

As Mew squirmed and tussled with August, Kubfu’s face showed only a muddled, innocent expression.

...

After resting a day at Mustard’s dojo, August prepared to take his leave.

He had accomplished his purpose on the Isle of Armor—and even gained Kubfu as an unexpected bonus. Now it was time to head into Galar and deliver Rose a little shock.

And just as August arrived in Galar, his phone buzzed with a notification.

[Galar League Official Reminder: The World Championship registration is now officially open!]

“Yes!! The World Championship is starting!” Zinnia cheered.

August turned to look at her, his expression strange. What did the World Championship starting have to do with her? Acting like she could place anywhere at all if she joined.

“Of course, it means I’ll get to witness Lord Rayquaza’s glorious presence in the arena again!” Zinnia declared with utter seriousness.

And so she earned herself the dumbfounded stares of August, Blue, and Sabrina.

“Why are you all looking at me like that again!?”

At last, Sabrina couldn’t take Zinnia’s bright and foolish gaze anymore. She said, “What do you think we came to Galar for…”

“To deal with Rose, right?”

“To deal with Rose, yes—but why deal with Rose?”

“Because he threatens Galar’s safety, wasn’t it?”

Sabrina buried her face in her hand. “Idiot—it’s because Rose targeted August by banning legendary Pokémon from competing in the World Championship!”

“When you’re surfing online, do you never pay attention to any useful information!?”

“Ah!?”

Zinnia froze into stone on the spot.

No wonder she’d seen people online saying August’s “version got nerfed.” So that’s what version nerf meant!?

“From now on, when you go out, don’t say you’re from our Kanto branch,” August sighed.

He ignored her pitiful expression and pulled out his phone, sending a registration form directly to Lance.

[Kanto Branch World Championship Registration Form.xls]

Technically, registration was supposed to be handled at the nearest Pokémon Center.

But since August had such a good relationship with Lance, he just passed it to him to submit instead.

Fast, simple, convenient.

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Johto Region.

Lance was seated at his desk, working through a stack of documents, when an email popped up.

Opening it, he found—it was a registration form from August.

This time, August had actually submitted it promptly, huh.

Pouring himself a casual cup of coffee, Lance opened the form to glance it over, and then—

Pffft!

The mouthful of coffee he’d just sipped sprayed all across his screen.

But Lance didn’t even have the mind to wipe it off. Staring at the names on the screen, he double-checked several times before hurriedly dialing August’s number.

And the first words out of his mouth were straight to the point: “Wait—August, you’re seriously doing this!?”

“What do you mean, seriously?”

“I thought you were just joking before…”

Lance hadn’t thought August would really go through with it.

Because right there on the registration list were names like Giovanni, Pryce, Cyrus, Maxie, Archie, Lysandre… just missing Ghetsis for the full set.

“You’re trying to turn the World Championship completely upside down!” Lance groaned.

He could practically imagine the storm of blood and chaos that would erupt once these people showed up on the tournament stage.

“It was Rose who started it. He wanted to use the rules to restrict me—so I’m just using the rules to give him a teensy, tiny, insignificant counterattack,” August said, looking perfectly innocent.

“…”

Hearing that, Lance was at a loss for words.

But August wasn’t wrong—the League hadn’t actually banned criminals from entering.

“…Fine. As long as you’re happy,” Lance muttered. “I’ll submit your form.”

“I’ll treat you to dinner later.”

“Forget it. I’d better figure out how to keep my spot among the Eight Masters instead…” Lance said.

Because if he actually lost to a criminal—now that would be humiliating.

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