chsdbacks Chapter 212 "Who...is he?"
Chapter 212 "Who...is he?"
Chapter 212 "Who...is he?"
"Hey! Can you hear me, Mr. Salty Fish!"
"Is there a problem with the voice recording? I can't hear your voice at all!"
"Please respond if you hear me! How's the situation on your end?!"
Accompanied by a rather anxious voice coming from the communicator.
The dust and smoke that filled the training ground slowly dissipated, revealing a huge gap that had been blasted into the wall.
Inside the gap, Charizard, still in the final pose of its flame-breathing motion, and its companion Red, cautiously looking around, were clearly visible.
"Uh—the voice recording is fine."
Bai Zhou looked at the shocking hole in the training ground wall and explained into the microphone with a speechless expression, "We were just going through an important part of the story. To enhance immersion, the game system automatically disabled online voice communication."
As he spoke, he manipulated his little white robot to pat off non-existent dust.
"Now that the storyline is over, the voice acting will naturally be unlocked. Of course, this feature can be manually turned off in the settings, depending on personal preference."
"Mute voice? I knew it—ah! I finally found you! Salty Fish Teacher! So you were hiding in this hidden battle arena!"
When Chi Hong saw Xiao Bai appear in the center of the arena on the game screen, he immediately controlled Xiao Chi to walk in quickly, his tone filled with relief.
He genuinely thought his communication equipment was malfunctioning.
But then he realized what Bai Zhou meant, and his tone became even more anxious, even carrying a hint of grievance of being "betrayed".
"Right! What about Mewtwo?! How is Mewtwo?! The gene-destroying effect seems to have suddenly disappeared! Has Mewtwo completely gone berserk?! We have to stop it quickly—"
"That one—crimson."
Bai Zhou interrupted his rapid-fire questions with a hint of apology in her voice, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
"You're too late."
"Huh? What do you mean I'm late?"
Crimson was taken aback, clearly not understanding the meaning of those words.
Bai Zhou didn't offer any further explanation, but directly controlled Xiao Bai to take out the Master Ball that shimmered with a unique light.
Then, as if casually tossing away trash, it was tossed into the air.
The Masterball hit the ground with a crisp sound, and the cover bounced off.
A beam of red light condensed, and Mewtwo's slender and powerful figure, whose eyes were no longer confused and violent, calmly appeared before the two.
It first glanced at the unfamiliar Little Red with some confusion, then naturally turned around to look at Little White, who had summoned it.
A calm telepathic connection resonated throughout the room.
"who is he?"
crimson:"???"
crimson:"!!!"
After a brief moment of stunned silence, a bloodcurdling, incredulous wail came through the communicator!
"No!!!"
"It's over?! Impossible! How could this be!"
"How could this be! We came together! But I don't know anything! I didn't see any of the plot! I didn't even see the second half of Mewtwo's rampage!"
"Teacher Salty Fish! You actually hogged it all by yourself! You secretly went through all the hidden storylines of Mewtwo by yourself! And, you even caught Mewtwo!!"
"Damn it!!! My heart is breaking! My Mewtwo!!!"
Amidst the background of Chi Hong's plaintive and indignant accusations, which sounded like those of a heartlessly abandoned young wife.
Bai Zhou calmly picked at his ear, as if he hadn't heard anything, and even had a relaxed smile on his face after accomplishing something important.
"Okay, stop howling."
His tone was relaxed, with a hint of mockery.
"It's just a Mewtwo, I'll show you something better next time."
He manipulated White to walk to Mewtwo, who was still somewhat bewildered, and patted it on the shoulder.
"Let's go! The trouble here is over—"
Bai Zhou's voice was filled with high spirits.
"Let's go—challenge the Viridian Gym!"
The Pokémon Company building, top floor living area.
A silent tension permeated the air.
Lance, Giovanni, and Daigo were all on guard to varying degrees at this moment.
All eyes were focused on Mewtwo, which suddenly unleashed an astonishing aura in the center of the room.
Giovanni remained relatively calm, looking at the "work" he had spearheaded with a complex expression, but Lance and Daigo's gazes were quite strange.
They do not fully understand Mewtwo's contradictory and painful past, and the complex psychological problems that resulted from it.
Therefore, they simply could not understand why Mewtwo would suddenly become emotionally agitated, radiating such a powerful and even slightly violent aura.
Steven had never actually encountered Mewtwo before, and his knowledge of it mostly came from the storyline of the Pokémon games.
And the conversation Bai Zhou had with Mewtwo during the live stream just now.
Could it be because Bai Zhou scolded the Mewtwo in the game during the live stream?
Mewtwo, the only man-made legendary Pokémon, is a real-world counterpart.
Surely one's capacity for tolerance isn't that narrow-minded?
In the entire lounge, apart from the almost scolding voice of Bai Zhou during the confrontation with Mewtwo on the live broadcast on the central screen, there was no other sound.
Facing one's own confusion—bearing the name of Mewtwo—
In real life, Mewtwo stared blankly at the live stream, at the game Mewtwo who was lost in confusion and whose problems were pointed out by Bai Zhou.
A strange sense of resonance arose within it.
Confusion, anger, uncertainty about the future, and questioning one's own existence—how familiar these emotions are!
For a moment, it felt a sense of empathy and was deeply moved, as if it were seeing another version of itself struggling.
It suppressed the aura that unconsciously emanated from its body, stopped paying attention to the live broadcast, and slowly turned around to look at Sakaki sitting on the sofa.
The telepathic message rang out calmly.
'What's his name?'
"he?"
Sakaki frowned slightly, then realized that Mewtwo was asking about the person in the live stream, namely Shiraishu.
"Why are you asking this? It has nothing to do with you—"
Sakaki's tone carried a hint of barely perceptible wariness, as he tried to change the subject.
What's his name?
Mewtwo repeated his question, his calm yet undeniable telepathic communication directly interrupting Giovanni's unfinished words.
Giovanni's brows furrowed even deeper. He stood up and stared directly into Mewtwo's eyes, his gaze sharp.
He wasn't sure how much of an impact Bai Zhou's words in the game had on Mewtwo, nor was he sure what Mewtwo's attitude towards Bai Zhou was now.
He could never allow Mewtwo, such a huge destabilizing factor, to rashly go to Bai Zhou, especially since this matter was, to some extent, caused by him.
His tone hardened: "You have nothing to do with him! I won't tell you anything about him! Don't forget our agreement!"
What if I absolutely must find him!
Mewtwo's voice remained calm, but its aura subtly rose again as it stared intently at Giovanni, with whom it had a long-standing feud.
Lance and Steven couldn't sit still any longer. They stood up and stood on either side of Giovanni, both looking at Mewtwo with hostile eyes.
They could ignore Sakaki, but when it came to their trusted friend and partner, Shirashu, it was a different story.
If Mewtwo really harbors any ill intentions towards Shiraishu—
Sorry, if you want to mess with him, you'll have to get past them first!
Giovanni did not respond to Mewtwo's words again, but instead fell silent.
With a calm and steady motion, he pulled a high-end ball from his inner suit pocket and gripped it tightly in his hand.
They demonstrated their attitude through the most direct actions.
Lance and Steven also made the same move, placing their hands on the Poké Balls they carried with them.
The atmosphere in the room instantly became tense, as if a conflict would erupt at any moment.
A somber silence fell over the room.
In the end, Mewtwo took the initiative to restrain all its power and communicate with them telepathically.
I had no intention of harming him.
'I just—I just want to see him in person and talk to him.'
I can assure you that I will never intentionally harm him in the slightest.
Lance and Steven exchanged a glance. Although they did not sense any obvious malice from Mewtwo's mental fluctuations, the wariness in their eyes had not been completely eliminated.
At this moment, Sakaki stepped forward.
He raised his hand and gestured to Lance and Daigo, telling them to calm down.
Then, meeting Mewtwo's purple eyes again, he struggled for a moment before finally speaking in a deep voice.
His name is Bai Zhou.
Sakaki's voice carried a complex emotion.
"He is a very capable and special person."
He paused, but ultimately did not give a specific address, only a range.
"Currently, he lives in this city—"
--Thanks.'
Upon hearing the name, Mewtwo nodded slightly, interrupting Giovanni's attempt to provide further details about the address.
It seems that one name is enough for it.
next moment!
It casually swung its arm!
An invisible force of thought blasted out like a tangible shockwave!
The entire high-strength floor-to-ceiling window on one side of the room shattered with a crash, turning into countless glittering fragments that fell with a clatter!
Mewtwo's figure had already transformed into a blurry afterimage, flying out of the gaping hole and instantly disappearing into the city's dazzling night sky.
Inside the lounge, only three people remained, staring silently at the shards of glass scattered on the floor and the hole through which the night wind was howling.
"So—you're just going to let it go find Shiraishu?"
Lance pulled his gaze away from the broken French window, leaned back on the sofa with some irritation, and said to Giovanni in an unfriendly tone, "You trust it that much? Didn't you see the scene of Mewtwo going berserk and out of control in the live stream? What if it—"
"Don't worry, everything will be fine."
Sakaki interrupted him and sat down again, but his gaze remained fixed on Shiraishu's live stream on the screen.
He spoke with a strange certainty, as if nothing had happened.
"I don't trust Mewtwo—"
He paused, then emphasized his words.
"Instead, we trust Shirazu."
Daigo couldn't get a word in edgewise; he just kept summoning Metagross.
Metagross was enveloped in a superpowered aura, and a solid reflective barrier formed, temporarily sealing the large hole and preventing the night wind from entering.
After doing all this, Daigo elegantly straightened his collar and sat back down on the sofa.
"Mr. Sakaki."
With a business-like tone and his usual elegant manner, Daigo said, "Mewtwo is the Pokémon you brought, so please remember to submit the expense report for the repair of the French windows to the finance department tomorrow."
After he finished speaking, the room fell into a brief silence.
"On another note—"
Without even turning his head, Yulongdu stared at the Mewtwo in the live stream, which had just been swiftly captured by Bai Zhou with a Master Ball, his tone somewhat suggestive.
It had a hint of sarcasm, like someone who enjoys watching a good show.
"That Mewtwo is nominally your Pokémon now, right? Aren't you afraid that Shiraishu will 'snatch' it away with just a few words? You should know how charming he is."
Sakaki's usually imperceptible face twitched almost imperceptibly.
This is a difficult question to answer.
It's true that Mewtwo was "invited" by him, but in essence, Mewtwo's current following him is more like a mutually beneficial transaction.
They are far from being truly like-minded partners.
What Yulongdu described could actually happen—
He originally intended to try to untangle Mewtwo's inner knot through his own methods and actions, and then try to build a genuine bond with it.
But if Bai Zhou really managed to win over Mewtwo with just one meeting and one conversation, then he has nothing to say.
But deep down, there's bound to be some complicated dissatisfaction.
What term can describe this situation? — NTR?
Something doesn't seem right, but it doesn't matter.
Sakaki took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing this subtle emotion that was difficult to express.
His original purpose in finding this Mewtwo was to make up for past mistakes and guide it to find its own answers and destiny.
As for whether one will ultimately be the one to resolve their inner conflict, perhaps—
It's not that important.
This is the sin he should face and atone for.
Seeing that Sakaki didn't reply but his expression kept changing, Wataru curled his lip, snorted coldly, and didn't say anything more to provoke him.
Daigo naturally took over the conversation, trying to bring the atmosphere back to a relaxed and pleasant state.
"I think Mewtwo's attitude towards Mr. Giovanni is somewhat different; it's not like he's completely uninvolved."
He elegantly picked up his teacup, took a sip, and changed the subject, saying, "Let's not talk about that now. Next, in the game, Bai Zhou will probably challenge your Viridian Gym, Mr. Sakaki, right? I'm really looking forward to it. I wonder what kind of strength 'you' in the game will show."
Sakaki glanced at Daigo with some surprise.
For some reason, I recalled the scene when Bai Zhou called him at the beginning of the Pokémon game's development, requesting authorization for character designs and data.
At the time—because of his son, Xiaoyin—he seemed to have made a specific request regarding the intensity of the task.
The last time Crimson was on the rooftop of the Silph Corporation building in Goldenrod City, he watched a live stream of "Gibbon" playing a battle game.
To be honest, he was quite satisfied with the intensity and oppressive feeling that "himself" exuded.
Thinking of this, a barely perceptible smile inexplicably appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said in a rare, slightly joking tone, "Then you should look forward to it. Anyway, it's at least a bit stronger than some flying-type Elite Four member, right?"
"The King of Flying Systems?"
Upon hearing this title, Yu Longdu paused, somewhat confused.
Where did the Flying-type Elite Four member come from in the Kanto region?
Among the Elite Four, he is clearly a Dragon-type, Lorelei an Ice-type, Sivir a Fighting-type, and Agatha a Poison-type—
As a man who once controlled the Kanto underworld, surely Giovanni wouldn't be so clueless as to not even know the main attributes of the local Four Heavenly Kings?
Does it refer to the Heavenly Kings from other regions?
Putting aside his doubts, he suddenly smiled and took over the conversation.
"There's no need to get your hopes up too high. Don't forget Mewtwo in Bai Zhou's team, the Mewtwo he commands—"
At this point, he glanced at Sakaki, his smile becoming even more pronounced, tinged with schadenfreude.
"Even if the Sakaki in the game is as strong as a champion, it probably won't make a difference. Besides—as far as I know, he doesn't seem to be that strong."
Upon hearing this, Sakaki felt inexplicably annoyed.
What does "comparable to a champion" mean? And what does "not that strong" mean?
Which flying-type Elite Four member was I instantly defeated back then?
"After challenging the gym, it's time for the Elite Four battle."
Sakaki didn't directly refute Lance, but simply chuckled and calmly retorted, his gaze sweeping meaningfully over Lance.
"I believe that the four Kings of Kanto will definitely be able to hold onto their final championship position and won't let the challenger take the top spot so easily, right?"
"9
He paused deliberately, then clearly repeated the title.
"Aren't you right? The Flying-type Heavenly King?"