Pokémon: My Titles Know No Limits! [434]

A golden fissure appeared.

In the next moment, Cyrus stepped through, materializing in the hall.

Transported suddenly from his cell to this unfamiliar place, Cyrus’s expression showed no surprise. Instead, he calmly asked:

“Is this Hisui?”

Cyllene closely scrutinized Cyrus, immediately noticing his blue-silver hair and the distinct resemblance in his features. No DNA test was needed—one glance, and she was certain this young man was her descendant.

No wonder August had been so confident.

But contrary to August’s earlier description, her descendant appeared quite normal, not at all like someone with mental instability.

Noting Cyllene’s doubtful gaze, August turned to Cyrus and asked bluntly, “Cyrus, remind us what your dream used to be.”

“My dream?”

Interrupted by August, Cyrus furrowed his brows slightly and shot him a glance. “Obviously, it was to summon Dialga and Palkia, destroy the old world using their power, and create a new one without conflict.”

“You see...” August gestured helplessly to Cyllene.

Cyllene: “...”

She needed no further proof—her descendant was indeed mentally unbalanced. After all, who but a disturbed person would constantly obsess about destroying and remaking the world? Did he really think himself capable of that?

At this point, Cyrus finally took in his surroundings fully and noticed Cyllene, who had been quietly observing him.

Their eyes met.

Cyrus instantly understood her identity.

Examining Cyllene’s Galaxy Team uniform, he recalled August’s earlier comments and fell silent.

Turning toward August, Cyllene spoke firmly, “Mr. August, I’d like to speak with him privately.”

August smiled lightly. “Of course. That's exactly why I brought Cyrus here!”

With a wave, he indicated that Cyllene was free to take Cyrus aside.

August had no concerns about Cyrus attempting an escape, just as he wasn’t worried about Giovanni at the Origin Team Rocket headquarters.

Watching Cyllene and Cyrus walk off, August took out his phone again.

Seeing this, Koga was startled: “You mean there are more people coming?”

“Absolutely!” August said, tapping the transfer button.

Several more golden fissures immediately opened in the hall.

Koga’s eyes widened as he saw familiar faces emerging one after another.

Maxie, leader of Team Magma; Archie, leader of Team Aqua; and Pryce, leader of the Masked Corps…

As each notorious figure appeared, Koga’s expression shifted from shock to numb resignation. August, you're not organizing a summer camp—you're hosting a villain convention!

Including Giovanni, these criminal leaders could practically topple an entire Pokémon League if they joined forces!

But upon seeing the final figure, Koga couldn’t hold back his surprise:

“Sird? What are you doing here?!”

“If you can join the League, why shouldn’t I be here?” Sird retorted smoothly, combing his fingers through his hair with a playful grin.

“You...” Koga started, then paused, realizing Sird had a valid point.

After all, if he could reform, why not Sird?

But then he realized he’d gotten sidetracked. He’d originally intended to ask how a mere executive had ended up alongside all these organization leaders!

Before he could clarify, August clapped his hands, drawing everyone’s attention.

“Welcome to Hisui! You’ve probably already read the briefings about this region.”

As soon as August began speaking, even the usually restless Maxie and Archie fell silent, respectfully listening.

Observing this, Koga stepped closer to Silver and whispered, “What exactly has August done to them? As far as I recall, Archie and Maxie were just as crazy as Cyrus when it came to world destruction.”

Thankfully, Cyrus didn’t overhear this, or he'd have sneered disdainfully—who were Maxie and Archie to compare to him?

Silver thought for a moment before answering, “He locked them up in the basement for about half a year.”

Koga looked puzzled. He’d spent time in League prisons himself after being captured, and six months behind bars wouldn’t normally change leaders of criminal organizations this dramatically.

Noticing Koga’s confusion, Silver elaborated, “He locked them up in cells. Nothing else.”

“...”

Koga finally understood. No exercise, no entertainment—just endless confinement, with someone as overwhelmingly powerful as August looming over them. If it were him, Koga realized grimly, he wouldn’t fare any better than Archie or Maxie.

In that moment, Koga reaffirmed one thing:

August was definitely a devil.

And he felt profoundly lucky that his own rank had been too low to attract August’s special attention.

...

August had finished his speech and now moved on to the real business:

“For this summer camp, you'll all be participating as staff members.”

“Staff?” Archie frowned.

“Yes, staff,” August confirmed. “Your duties include security, judging competitions, monitoring participants, and even acting as instructors.”

Maxie immediately voiced dissatisfaction, “That’s basically babysitting! I was Team Magma’s leader—you want me to babysit?”

“Hmm?” August narrowed his eyes slightly at Maxie.

Maxie instantly backed down, swallowing his complaints.

Satisfied, August continued, “That’s right, these are your responsibilities. Be aware that even Ariana and Matori stuck in prison would jump at this chance.”

“Of course, I always respect personal choices. If anyone doesn’t want the job, I won’t force you—you can go back.”

No one moved or spoke up, not even Maxie, who had just complained. He might grumble, but he wasn’t stupid. This was a rare opportunity August had initially never planned to offer them.

They’d finally gotten a chance to breathe fresh air, and none of them wanted to return to the gloomy basement prison.

But August, knowing well how to balance carrot and stick, gestured toward Koga, whose eyes widened in confusion.

“See Koga here?” August announced. “He was once an evil Team Rocket Executive. Now, he's one of the Elite Four of the Johto League!”

Koga sighed inwardly at being used as a motivational example but cooperated dutifully.

Archie and Maxie exchanged a hopeful glance. “Are you saying if we perform well, we can regain our freedom?”

August smiled faintly, shattering their illusion immediately. “Dream on. Do you two realize the chaos you caused in Hoenn? You didn’t just steal a Bug Catcher’s allowance—you caused catastrophic disasters. Community service won’t make up for that.”

Maxie and Archie stiffened in disappointment.

“What I mean,” August continued, “is that if you do your job well, I’ll consider giving you opportunities to reduce your sentences through service to the League.”

August pointed at Maxie first, “Maxie, for forming a criminal organization, illegal capture attempts of super-ancient Pokémon, theft, assaulting League officials, and creating catastrophic droughts, your sentence totals 373 years.”

“Archie, for forming a criminal organization, illegal capture attempts of super-ancient Pokémon, theft, assaulting League officials, and creating catastrophic tsunamis, your sentence totals 471 years.”

Maxie laughed aloud, hearing Archie’s longer sentence.

Archie protested, “Why is my sentence longer? We did practically the same things!”

August replied coolly, “Kyogre’s tsunamis caused significantly greater damage than Groudon’s droughts.”

Archie suddenly found himself disliking Kyogre a little.

“In short,” August said, “if you do well, I'll give you chances at redemption.”

Sird suddenly interrupted, “What about my sentence?”

August glanced at him, “Attacking League personnel and engaging in criminal activities—53 years.”

Fifty-three years wasn’t exactly short, but compared to the centuries assigned to Maxie and Archie, it seemed trivial.

Sird felt oddly fortunate, a smile creeping across his lips.

Pryce didn’t ask, and August didn’t bother mentioning it. After August rescued his Lapras' parents, Pryce had accepted imprisonment willingly, so his sentence was meaningless.

“In conclusion, do your jobs well!” August returned each their Poké Balls. “Pryce, I’m counting on you to keep an eye on them.”

With that, August left the hall, Sabrina and the others following closely behind.

After August’s departure, Maxie and Archie exchanged meaningful glances while clutching their Poké Balls, turning their attention to Pryce, who sat quietly in his wheelchair.

Their eyes met briefly. In mutual understanding, both men reached for their Poké Balls, planning to knock out Pryce and escape immediately.

Who cared about sentence reductions? Only idiots would wait for that. They'd vanish without a trace—August couldn’t possibly track them across the entire world.

Just as their fingers touched their Poké Balls, Pryce gently tapped his cane on the ground.

Instantly, Maxie and Archie were encased in solid ice.

Holding a noticeably chubbier Swinub—courtesy of August’s pampering—Pryce sighed deeply, “Young people today just lack patience…”

“You’re absolutely right, Mr. Pryce,” Sird replied respectfully with a bow.

“The summer camp doesn't officially start until tomorrow. Let them chill out here overnight,” Pryce said calmly.

A Delibird appeared from behind Pryce, quietly pushing his wheelchair into another room.

Left alone in the hall, Sird glanced nervously at the two frozen figures. His fear of Pryce only grew deeper.

---

Walking down the road, Koga was still somewhat uneasy. “Pryce... Can he really handle Maxie and Archie alone?”

As soon as he finished speaking, August, Sabrina, and Silver simultaneously gave him a strange look.

Koga paused. “...Did I say something wrong again?”

August sized him up briefly, then explained patiently, “Let me put it this way—if Pryce wanted to finish you off, it'd be as effortless as Mew eating a cupcake.”

At the ranch, Mew, who was enjoying snacks with Gardevoir while watching Pokémon, suddenly sneezed and toppled headfirst into a bag of chips.

Koga: “...”

What kind of bizarre metaphor was that?

But he understood the point.

August was saying he was worried over nothing.

Seeing August’s confidence, Koga wisely kept quiet.

At this moment, August spotted Ash and Gary competing at a ring-toss stall nearby.

Knowing August planned a summer camp in Hisui, Captain Kamado had prepared Jubilife Village in advance, even arranging activities like ring-toss games and betting pools to generate extra income. They'd accept modern currency directly, planning to have August convert it after the event.

Ash and Gary’s competition had reached its crucial moment:

Ash had successfully landed three out of four rings.

Gary was four-for-four, wearing a confident smirk while subtly applying psychological pressure, murmuring quietly into Ash's ear:

“Just give up, Ash. You can't beat me.”

Gary’s voice echoed ominously like the whispers of an ancient deity.

Sweat beaded on Ash’s forehead.

Even Pikachu perched on his shoulder looked tense.

Determined, Ash bit his lip and threw the wooden ring decisively—perfectly landing it around the arm of a Sudowoodo!

“Yes!” Ash cheered, pumping his fist.

“Pika!” Pikachu echoed excitedly.

Gary, annoyed that his psychological attack had failed, shrugged it off. No big deal—Ash had only tied the score. He just needed to land his last ring to secure victory.

Focused, Gary aimed carefully at the Sudowoodo in front of him.

Just as he was about to throw, a familiar voice called out from behind:

“Gary!”

Startled, Gary’s hand shook slightly, and his ring flew off-course—landing neatly around the stall owner’s head.

Stall owner: “...”

Gary: “...”

Ash: “Yes! It’s a tie!”

In the end, Ash and Gary each received a mask as a prize. Ash picked a Pikachu mask, while Gary reluctantly settled for an Eevee mask.

“August!” Ash waved energetically.

Pikachu, however, was far more excited about the possibility of Pokéblocks. Immediately sniffing the air eagerly, it tried to detect if August had any treats with him.

“August, next time, please don’t appear out of nowhere...” Gary muttered, annoyed. “I almost won.”

August raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Got a problem with me?”

Gary swallowed his frustration, quickly shaking his head. “...Not at all!”

Patting Gary’s shoulder reassuringly, August declared, “Winning at ring-toss means nothing. The summer camp tomorrow is when you and Ash will have your real showdown—under completely fair conditions!”

Hearing this, Gary’s eyes lit up in anticipation, rubbing his hands eagerly.

Ash immediately responded, “I won’t lose either!”

“Pika-pi~!” Pikachu stood resolutely on Ash’s shoulder, united against Gary.

Seeing Pikachu like this, August finally couldn’t resist any longer.

He handed Pikachu a small box of tomato-flavored Pokéblocks, then swiftly reached out, pinching Pikachu’s electricity-storing cheeks just before its temper exploded. In a single fluid motion, August retreated safely out of range of Pikachu’s thunderous retaliation.

Koga considered himself an agile ninja, yet even he wasn't confident he could dodge Pikachu’s shock as smoothly as August had just done.

“Why is August so practiced at that?” Koga turned and asked Sabrina quietly.

Holding August’s Eevee, Sabrina watched August dodge Pikachu’s Thunderbolt effortlessly and sighed. “He was born for this.”

Koga: “?”

Born for this? Seriously?

August felt thoroughly refreshed.

No wonder he’d felt strangely restless all day—he’d skipped his usual teasing of Pikachu.

After teasing Pikachu, he now felt completely energized.

“August!” Nearby, Iono waved enthusiastically, shopping with Nemona.

“Iono!” August waved back cheerfully. “Have you finished editing the documentary yet?”

Iono froze awkwardly, then replied sheepishly, “Well... I added some new footage—”

August interrupted immediately, “So, it's not done yet?”

“I’m sorry! I’ll finish editing right away!” Iono apologized quickly.

August waved dismissively, smiling. “Relax, I was just kidding. It’s not like I’m Geeta... Just enjoy the summer camp!”

Iono visibly relaxed at August’s reassurance, especially relieved when August joked about Geeta. She giggled lightly, confident that no matter how much she laughed at that comment, Geeta wouldn't suddenly appear behind her here in Hisui.

Just as she thought this, August’s face suddenly shifted to surprise, pointing behind her urgently: “Geeta!”

“August, stop tricking me...” Iono rolled her eyes, convinced August was treating her like Zinnia—no way she’d fall for something this obvious.

But when she turned around...

Geeta stood silently behind her, expressionless.

Iono’s heart nearly stopped, and she almost fainted on the spot.

A moment before she lost consciousness, ‘Geeta’ suddenly warped and transformed—into Mew, sticking its tongue out mischievously at her.

Iono: “...”

So I accidentally added a little too much salt to your omelette one time. Did you really have to hold that grudge until now?

Mew flew gleefully back to August, exchanging a celebratory high-five for the successful prank on Iono.

Iono puffed out her cheeks indignantly, resembling a Dedenne stuffing its mouth with peanuts.

Grinning cheekily once more, Mew tapped the ground, summoning Gengar and retrieving a huge bundle of snacks from its shadowy body.

As Mew prepared to leave, August stopped it briefly.

Turning to Nemona, August said, “Nemona, you always want to challenge stronger opponents, right? There might not be strong trainers available right now, but you can challenge stronger Pokémon instead!”

“Stronger Pokémon?” Nemona perked up instantly.

“Alpha Pokémon. They’re larger and much tougher than normal ones,” August explained.

Nemona's eyes sparkled excitedly. “Where are they?”

“Mew can show you,” August said.

Mew pouted, slightly reluctant. Alone, she could instantly teleport back to Gardevoir; escorting a human would slow her down.

However, August quickly changed her mind:

“Isn’t watching Pokémon battles while snacking more enjoyable?”

With her eyes instantly lighting up, Mew eagerly grabbed Nemona, accompanied by Iono acting as their journalist, and quickly headed off to find an Alpha Pokémon.

...

Having sent Iono and Nemona away, August headed to Galaxy Team's headquarters.

Inside, Captain Kamado was enthusiastically fiddling with a gift Irida had brought him—a holographic dancing machine.

August watched speechlessly as Kamado stiffly followed the hologram’s dance steps.

What have I done to deserve witnessing something like this?

Behind August, Koga and Sabrina both quickly averted their gazes, unable to watch any further.

Only Silver had avoided this trauma—he'd run into Gold, Pearl, and Diamond outside, and was dragged off to play cards.

Kamado soon noticed August and the others and quickly stopped dancing, switching the machine off.

“This dancing machine Irida gave me is fantastic! Truly advanced modern technology!” Kamado praised happily.

August nodded. “If you want to see the modern world yourself, I can take you there someday.”

And perhaps introduce him to Professor Rowan...

Of course, August didn’t say that last part aloud—surprises only worked if left secret.

Kamado seemed tempted but eventually shook his head regretfully.

“No, I’ll leave that to the young people. Jubilife Village still needs me.”

Since Lusamine proposed the village’s expansion, Jubilife had been growing rapidly—nearly doubling in size each month.

Nowadays, the village wasn’t just home to Galaxy Team members and original villagers; many from the Diamond and Pearl Clans, as well as those living in scattered settlements, had begun relocating here upon hearing of its prosperity.

But with the population boom came inevitable conflicts, and Kamado had his hands full managing these daily issues.

The brief dance he’d just done represented his entire allotment of daily leisure.

It was both exhausting and satisfying.

August smiled encouragingly, “Then I hope Jubilife Village prospers quickly and becomes Jubilife City soon!”

“Thank you for your blessing!” Kamado replied warmly. “You’re here for Akari and the others, right? They're in the meeting room doing... something.”

“The meeting room?” August nodded, heading there with Sabrina and Koga.

As he opened the door, he found Akari, Irida, Arezu, and Janine engrossed in a tabletop card game, with Platinum acting as referee.

Arezu: “My turn! Arcanine, use [Extreme Speed]!”

Irida: “Akari, quickly use [Wide Guard]! Wait—no, don’t use [Wide Guard]—”

Akari: “Too late, I already did!”

Irida groaned, “Arezu, you sneaky cheat! Is this the pride of the Diamond Clan?”

Arezu smirked, “All’s fair in war! This is exactly how we Diamond Clan members fight!”

Janine: “[Earthquake]! We win!”

Platinum: “Team Arezu-Janine wins!”

Seeing his daughter playing games while he accompanied August, Koga’s expression darkened visibly.

August patted Koga’s shoulder lightly, clearing his throat. “Ahem!”

Hearing the sound, the four swiftly scrambled to hide their cards, and Platinum reverted instantly to her elegant lady-like demeanor. Seeing August, they all relaxed immediately.

Irida sighed, relieved. “Oh, it’s just you, August—I thought Captain Kamado was checking in.”

August crossed his arms sternly. “Kamado is working hard, yet you're hiding here playing games. Don’t you feel even a little guilty?”

Akari, Irida, and Arezu instantly looked ashamed.

But Irida quickly reconsidered: “Wait, I’m Pearl Clan. Calaba already did all my tasks…”

Arezu rubbed her chin thoughtfully. “True, I’m Diamond Clan. Adaman is handling our duties...”

Akari added softly, “I’m with the Survey Corps… and I already gave Cyllene a copy of my Pokédex. There's nothing left for me to do either.”

August’s reprimand landed harmlessly, leaving him briefly speechless.

Sabrina laughed at August’s predicament, but quickly recovered when he turned to her.

“What are you playing? Can I join?” Sabrina asked eagerly.

“Uh… but we already have four players,” Platinum hesitated.

Just then, Koga firmly called out, “Janine! We’re leaving!”

Janine gave the others an apologetic look and was quickly dragged away by Koga.

With an open spot, Sabrina easily joined the game.

Triumphantly, Sabrina waved at August. “Go enjoy yourself somewhere else, August. I’m playing games now!”

August: “...”

Fine, I'll just wander alone... speaking of which, where is Bea? She better not be lost again!

…

August eventually found Bea at a construction site, persistently bothering an Alpha Machamp. Judging by its expression, Machamp was extremely uncomfortable.

“Please teach me how to make my Machamp as huge as you!” Bea implored earnestly, bowing ninety degrees.

Beside her, Machamp, Machoke, and Machop mirrored her respectful bow.

The Alpha Machamp, awkwardly holding three huge logs in its arms, scratched its head in confusion, clearly baffled.

“Don’t trouble Machamp. It doesn’t know anything.” August stepped in, waving at Machamp to go.

Machamp practically fled in relief. Without Bea’s relentless questioning, even hauling logs felt wonderful.

Seeing August, Bea quickly straightened and respectfully saluted: “Master August!”

August chuckled at Bea and her Pokémon’s synchronized gestures. “Why do you want your Machamp to become so big?”

“Because bigger means stronger!” Bea replied confidently.

As a Gym Leader from Galar, Bea equated size with power—she naturally desired a Machamp as large as an Alpha Pokémon.

August shook his head gently, correcting her misconception, “Being bigger doesn’t necessarily mean stronger.”

“Please teach me, Master!” Rather than protesting, Bea immediately asked humbly for guidance.

Instead of explaining verbally, August beckoned the same Alpha Machamp back over.

Although reluctant, the Alpha Machamp returned obediently.

August then turned to Bea. “Can I borrow your Machamp for a moment?”

Bea nodded quickly, and her Machamp stepped forward.

August faced the Alpha Machamp: “Attack with all your might!”

Bea’s heart tightened anxiously—though she'd suspected August would demonstrate something, she worried. The Alpha Machamp was clearly stronger, and this was August’s first time commanding her Machamp…

But just as the Alpha Machamp lunged forward, August calmly ordered, “Dodge to the right! Attack its legs!”

His voice carried a compelling authority, and Machamp instinctively obeyed, evading smoothly and striking at the Alpha’s legs.

The Alpha stumbled from the blow.

The Alpha Machamp swiftly turned and launched a [Bullet Punch].

August anticipated this too: “Duck low, grab its waist!”

Machamp dodged again, grabbing the Alpha’s waist tightly.

The Alpha Machamp tried catching Bea’s Machamp with two arms, but August swiftly countered, “Release! [Brick Break] on the leg joints!”

Machamp instantly obeyed, driving a sharp blow into the Alpha’s knee, causing it to collapse heavily onto one knee.

Before Bea could marvel at this, August’s body suddenly emitted a blue glow.

“Feel this power!”

Machamp felt August’s will flowing through it, channeling every ounce of its strength into a devastating [Dynamic Punch].

BOOM!

A violent explosion flung the Alpha Machamp away.

Machamp stared in shock at its own fist, stunned.

Bea stood equally frozen.

August’s calm voice broke their stupor: “Now, what do you think?”

As a martial arts prodigy, Bea instantly analyzed, “Although the Alpha Machamp is strong, it lacks agility. With precise timing, a more agile Pokémon can defeat a stronger opponent.”

“For physical attackers—like Fighting types—losing agility due to size can be a disadvantage.”

Finishing, Bea’s face filled with shame. She already knew this—she’d merely become obsessed with size and had forgotten the basics. August must have noticed and used this battle to remind her.

“I understand, Master! Thank you for guiding me!” Bea bowed deeply.

August smiled, nodding gently, yet inwardly puzzled: I just shared basic knowledge every fighter should know. Why is she treating it as a profound revelation?

Bea suddenly asked eagerly, “Master August, what was that final move you used?”

August brightened, pushing aside his doubts, and proudly announced, “That was [Aura]!”

“[Aura]?” Bea’s eyes widened. “You mean the legendary…”

August nodded, smiling, “Exactly what you’re thinking.”

Bea’s gaze burned with determination: “Master August, please teach me!”

“That's exactly why I showed it,” August replied. “But first, let's test if you have the potential.”

Nearby, the defeated Alpha Machamp thought miserably: Can someone help me up first? My logs aren't going to carry themselves...

…

Unfortunately, Bea lacked the potential to fully become an [Aura Guardian]—not surprising, given only Riley, Ash, and August (via borrowed power) had this gift.

Seeing Bea’s disappointment, August quickly reassured her, “You can still utilize [Aura] indirectly!”

“Indirectly?” Bea looked hopeful again.

“[Aura] is life energy everyone has. Even ordinary trainers can learn to sense and guide it, enhancing their Pokémon in battle!”

Seeing August’s reassuring smile, Bea quickly bowed once more: “Please teach me!”

August smiled warmly. “Good, then you'll be my third disciple!”

“Who are the others?”

“Gary and Lillie,” August answered.

Bea nodded determinedly.

August gently grasped her hand, and Bea’s body instinctively tensed, muscles flexing subtly.

Before she could blush, August calmly instructed, “Relax. Sense the [Aura] flowing within…”

…

After guiding Bea successfully, August sighed tiredly as he wandered back through the village.

“This is the last one—I’m never taking another student again!”

He hadn’t realized guiding someone to sense [Aura] would be so exhausting.

Sitting wearily beside Cogita, he demanded brazenly, “Restore my energy.”

Cogita stared blankly. “?”

August sheepishly rephrased, “Please restore my energy?”

Cogita smiled, placing her hand on his shoulder, instantly easing his fatigue.

But August couldn’t rejoice—his second attempt at challenging Cogita had failed again!

Someday, I'll prove who's really in charge!

Cogita frowned suspiciously, “Are you thinking something disrespectful?”

“No way!” August denied quickly.

Still skeptical, Cogita narrowed her eyes.

August insisted indignantly, “You can't accuse someone without proof!”

Cogita relaxed, satisfied.

Relieved, August quickly departed, plotting inwardly.

Just wait—I’ll take all your Plates eventually!

Deciding not to suffer alone, August headed decisively toward Origin Team Rocket HQ—time to check up on Giovanni and spice things up a bit!

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T/N: hmmmm suprisingly August hasn't gotten some yet Luo Yuan already got some at like chapter 200 or something

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