Pokémon: My Titles Know No Limits! [495]

"You think you can handle it too?" August asked, a faint smirk on his lips. Gary froze. Crap. I got too carried away again and forgot how pe

"You think you can handle it too?" August asked, a faint smirk on his lips.

Gary froze.

Crap. I got too carried away again and forgot how petty this guy can be.

But retracting his words was impossible. So Gary stubbornly straightened his back and blurted, "Of course I can!"

He was sticking to his guns no matter what. It was just some empty boasting—what could August really do to him anyway? At worst, he'd just drag him back to training and beat him up again. Honestly, Gary might have feared that once, but after being relentlessly tormented by August so many times, he'd grown used to it. Getting smacked around was just part of daily life.

With this thought, Gary relaxed considerably.

The most surprised person here wasn't August, but Zinnia, who stared in shock at Gary.
Gary, you're not afraid of August anymore? You've truly ascended!

Yet to Gary’s surprise, August merely smiled mildly and said, "Actually, I agree."

Gary: "?"

Wait. Why is this not going according to plan? Something’s definitely not right!

Initially, Gary thought August was setting him up for another trap. But instead, August genuinely sat down with Caitlin and Zinnia as if nothing had happened, leaving Gary baffled and deeply uneasy.

Watching Gary’s confusion from afar, Zinnia leaned closer to August and whispered curiously, "August, is this part of your plan?"

"Plan? What plan?" August asked innocently.

"You know... the 'plan'!" Zinnia whispered, winking exaggeratedly at Gary’s direction.

"What are you talking about? I don't understand at all," August said blankly, refusing to play along.

"Tch, you're no fun," Zinnia sighed.

August’s eyes narrowed dangerously, causing Zinnia to hastily clarify, "I meant, the speech hasn't started yet—it's boring!"

August nodded slowly, changing the subject, "Well, since it hasn't begun, we have time to prepare…"

He turned slightly to Caitlin, whispering something softly. Caitlin’s eyes brightened immediately. Nodding in agreement, she gracefully stood up and quickly disappeared from sight.

"Where’d Caitlin go?" Zinnia asked.

"You'll know soon enough," August replied mysteriously.

As soon as he spoke, the stage lights suddenly lit up.

Surrounded by Team Plasma members, an elderly man with a white beard, high hat, and priest-like cloak stepped solemnly onto the stage.

"Welcome, everyone, to this event organized by Team Plasma…" he began warmly.

The applause was sparse and scattered…

Despite choosing a day off and distributing numerous flyers, not many people were bored enough to attend a lecture. They hadn't even bothered to provide snacks. Before August had crossed worlds, even the churches he'd known had at least offered free eggs to attract listeners…

Facing the awkward silence, Asura seemed embarrassed. Thankfully, Plasma members had anticipated this scenario. August watched as one grunt secretly signaled, prompting a small group—likely paid actors or undercover Plasma grunts—to enthusiastically applaud.

Seeing someone take the lead, the other spectators awkwardly clapped along. The atmosphere finally improved, and Asura visibly relaxed.

However, amidst this fragile harmony, a voice suddenly broke through loudly:

"Those guys applauding the hardest are totally paid actors, right?"

Asura’s warm smile froze instantly.

He glared toward the corner, spotting a seemingly dim-witted girl "whispering" loudly, "Yeah, those guys clapping first are definitely plants!"

Just as Asura opened his mouth to counter, a male trainer nearby responded seriously, "Don’t make accusations without evidence."

At least someone sensible was present!

But before Asura could breathe a sigh of relief, the trainer continued loudly, "I mean, sure they’re obviously actors, but saying it out loud is rude. Imagine how awkward they feel now!"

"Oh, sorry, sorry!" the girl apologized innocently.

Only decades of self-control prevented Asura from ordering his men to forcibly remove these two immediately.

I saw nothing, heard nothing. This is an important speech; I must maintain our image.

He gritted his teeth, attempting self-hypnosis to regain calmness.

Asura cleared his throat, preparing to speak again, when yet another conversation floated clearly from the corner.

"Look at that old man," August said clearly. "He’s obviously furious, probably grinding his teeth into powder by now. Yet he still manages to hold back… Why can't you be more like him?"

"Oh, that explains the throbbing veins on his forehead," Zinnia said knowingly. "He must be holding it in so painfully!"

Finally snapping, Asura yelled, "You two! If you're not interested in the speech, leave immediately! Stop disturbing everyone else!"

Without resolving these troublemakers, his speech would never proceed smoothly.

Several Plasma grunts approached August threateningly.

August quickly raised his hands in sincere apology. "Sorry, sorry! I'm genuinely curious about Team Plasma’s ideals."

Hearing this, Asura’s expression softened slightly. Still, he scolded sternly, "This is a very serious event. I hope you won’t interrupt me further."

"Of course not," August nodded agreeably. "But before you start, I have one small question."

If answering this minor issue solved the disruption, Asura felt generous. "Ask away."

"Team Plasma advocates liberating Pokémon from humans and creating a world without Pokémon exploitation, correct?" August asked seriously.

Surprised by August’s apparent understanding, Asura nodded enthusiastically, "Yes! We believe nature is the ideal environment for Pokémon. Humans selfishly confine Pokémon with Pokéballs, causing immense suffering. Thus, we encourage everyone to release their Pokémon and return their freedom!"

August nodded again, clarifying, "So, you advocate Pokémon liberation and equal rights between humans and Pokémon?"

"Precisely!" Asura agreed readily.

August smiled—a smile that sent chills down Gary and Zinnia’s spines. Clearing his throat dramatically, he posed a question:

"Imagine a train speeding uncontrollably down the tracks. Ahead on the rails is a Snivy tied down. You're passing by and can pull a lever to redirect the train onto another track—but on that alternate track, a human is tied down. What choice do you make? Switch tracks or do nothing?"

Asura’s face froze in confusion. He had expected questions about Pokémon happiness or liberation, areas Plasma had carefully prepared rhetoric for. But this?

A runaway train? Choosing between a Snivy and a human?

He almost answered reflexively but quickly realized the malicious nature of this hypothetical.

But before he could speak, a naive Plasma grunt shouted confidently, "Obviously save the Snivy!"

His reasoning was simple—Team Plasma promoted Pokémon equality, so saving Pokémon made sense.

August feigned utter shock, immediately crying out dramatically, "Unbelievable! Team Plasma is a group of murderers willing to kill a human being!"

The accusation was so severe that the grunt quickly backtracked. "Wait, we’re not murderers!"

August acted even more shocked, "So you'd sacrifice a Snivy instead? Unthinkable! Team Plasma, preaching Pokémon rights, yet willing to watch a Pokémon be crushed by a train? Pokémon lives matter—how dare you!"

Team Plasma had always excelled at occupying the moral high ground. Now facing criticism from above, they were completely paralyzed.

Gary and Zinnia exchanged impressed looks. As expected from August!

All Plasma grunts turned desperately toward Asura, begging silently for guidance.

After a brief moment of chaos, Asura finally regained composure. He realized August’s true intent—clearly, this troublemaker wanted to corner them publicly, confident Plasma wouldn’t dare act violently in broad daylight.

But Asura was no ordinary grunt. With a cunning glint in his eye, he feigned thoughtful compassion and tossed the question back, "I admit I cannot decide easily. What choice would you make, then?"

He deflected masterfully. A hard choice? Let someone else deal with it!

August smiled confidently, immediately responding, "My choice? I'd have my Gardevoir [Teleport] the Snivy to safety, obviously."

He tossed out a Pokéball, and Gardevoir gracefully appeared, holding onto his arm affectionately.

August spread his hands innocently, "Unlike Team Plasma, I haven’t abandoned my Pokémon."

Silence.

Absolute silence fell over the plaza. Plasma grunts stared speechlessly, utterly defeated. Not only was August’s answer flawless, it also exposed the hypocrisy in their Pokémon liberation stance.

Even the trainers who’d considered releasing their Pokémon fell into deep contemplation.

Without emotional manipulation, without abstract ideals, August had effortlessly shown everyone why keeping Pokémon close wasn't selfish—because together, humans and Pokémon could accomplish truly meaningful things.

Asura, finally pushed beyond tolerance, tore off his kindly facade.

"Enough! Take down that troublemaker!"

He’d lost patience entirely. They’d wipe everyone's memories later if necessary!

Plasma grunts released Pokémon aggressively. But the watching crowd finally realized Plasma’s hypocrisy—they'd been lectured to release their Pokémon, yet Plasma themselves clearly hadn't.

Outraged, trainers spontaneously unleashed their own Pokémon, angrily opposing Plasma. Pokémon, furious at the thought of losing their easy meals, fought fiercely.

Although outmatched by Plasma, August smiled warmly at this newfound determination.

Watching the trainers pushed back, he quietly commanded, "Gardevoir."

Gardevoir gently lifted a hand.

Instantly, powerful psychic energy swept the plaza like a hurricane, suspending every Plasma Pokémon helplessly in mid-air.

Asura’s eyes widened in shock, finally recognizing August’s face clearly.

Grinding his teeth, he spat out slowly, "Pokémon World Champion—August!"

A shiny Gardevoir was rare enough. Coupled with such overwhelming power, there was only one possible trainer.

August smiled casually. "That's right. Yours truly."

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