Elf: Rewriting the script, starting with Black Stocking Hanako

Jiang Chuan, of course, knew what was going on.

A proud man like Shigeru wouldn't be swayed by a simple defeat. Even if he were swept aside in another dojo, he would only grit his teeth and say, "Next time, I'll make you pay double," before turning away and training even harder that night.

It left him without the strength to refute, and even the courage to raise his head.

There is only one possibility.

During the challenge, he made some outrageous and ignorant remarks, and then Giovanni released Mewtwo.

The oppressive aura of Mewtwo is something that ordinary trainers cannot withstand.

That fear that surges from the depths of your soul, that absolute power gap that makes you realize how insignificant you are, like dust.

Shigeru, a sheltered young master who had never seen true top-tier combat power, was crushed by Mewtwo's psychic power. It was as if someone had ripped his self-esteem out of his body, stomped on it, and then stuffed it back in.

But he needs confirmation.

Jiang Chuan took a step and walked over.

He gave Xiaoxia a look as he passed by.

Xiaoxia understood immediately.

She immediately turned around, opened her arms, and walked towards the group of crying cheerleaders.

"Okay, okay, stop crying, stop crying."

Xiaoxia waved her hand, as if shooing away a flock of overly noisy birds.

"They cry like this after losing just one game, a bunch of girls behaving like this..."

She was only halfway through her sentence.

Six cheerleaders looked up at her at the same time, their eyes filled with tears, their mascara smudged and smudged into two black blobs at the corners of their eyes.

The girl with pigtails sniffed, her voice trembling with tears, but her tone was surprisingly adorable.

"Huh? But we are women~"

Xiaoxia's hand froze in mid-air.

She opened her mouth, blinked, and her mind went blank for two seconds.

Then she waved her hand forcefully, as if to shatter the conversation into thin air.

"Oh dear!"

Her voice rose a little.

"Stop crying! Stop crying! What's there to cry about!"

She stepped forward, put one arm around the girl with pigtails, and patted the short-haired girl on the back with the other.

"It's not like you stop playing after losing. Look at Jiang Chuan, he's lost before, but he kept playing, and he's almost collected all eight badges now. Your young master Mao has only lost once, is it really necessary for him to cry like this?"

As she spoke, she pushed the six girls aside, pulling them away from Xiao Mao to make room for Jiang Chuan.

Xiaoxia half-pushed and half-dragged several cheerleaders to the shade of a tree a few meters away. The crying gradually subsided, turning into intermittent sobs and sniffling.

Here.

Jiang Chuan walked up to Xiao Mao, the two of them less than a step apart.

Xiao Mao sensed someone approaching and slowly raised his head.

He saw Jiang Chuan's face.

The muscles at the corner of his mouth twitched, as if he were reflexively trying to force a mocking smile, but the smile only lasted for less than half a second before collapsing, turning into a bitter twitch.

"How is it, Xiao Mao?"

Jiang Chuan's tone was calm, without sarcasm or sympathy; he simply asked a question in a plain and unassuming manner.

How difficult is the Viridian Dojo?

When Xiao Mao heard this question, it was as if someone had flipped a switch.

He shook his head.

It wasn't just ordinary head shaking, but a mechanical, repetitive, and unstoppable head shaking.

"powerful."

His voice came out from deep in his throat, hoarse and dry.

"That's too strong."

He shook his head again, this time with a greater amplitude, his entire upper body swaying along with it.

"It's impossible to win, absolutely impossible to win."

Shigeru's eyes widened, his pupils reflecting a scene he didn't want to recall. His breathing became rapid, his chest heaving violently, as if he were back in the moment he faced Mewtwo.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Jiang Chuan's arm.

His fingers were clenched tightly, his knuckles were white, and his nails were almost digging into Jiang Chuan's skin.

"That...that mysterious Pokémon."

His voice was trembling, and each word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat with all his might.

"That's amazing."

"No one can beat it."

"Nobody's here."

He repeated it twice, then released Jiang Chuan's arm, his hand hanging limply at his side, as if the movement had exhausted his last bit of strength.

Jiang Chuan looked down at his arm where Xiao Mao had grabbed it; the fabric at the cuff had been pinched into five wrinkles.

His expression remained unchanged, but he was completely certain in his heart.

That mysterious Pokémon.

It's something that even a worldly young master like Xiao Mao described as "impossible to win" and "no one can beat it."

Only Mewtwo.

Giovanni did indeed bring out Mewtwo to counter Gary's challenge.

This is in line with Giovanni's style—Mewtwo has just been created and needs real-world data to test its performance and potential. And Gary, this rich young master who came knocking on his door, is not weak and loves to boast, making him the ideal test subject. Giovanni won't let this opportunity slip by.

While testing Mewtwo's strength, he also took the opportunity to teach this arrogant kid who had been spouting nonsense at the gym a lesson.

Kill two birds with one stone.

However, Giovanni should still be mindful of his actions. His display of Mewtwo won't be too excessive; after all, Viridian Gym is still the official gym in name only, and causing too much of a stir wouldn't benefit him.

Xiao Shi's mental state seems very poor, but it should only be a temporary psychological trauma caused by being overwhelmed by Mewtwo's aura. He should be able to recover after a few days of rest.

Jiang Chuan's mind raced, piecing together all the information to verify his previous judgment.

Giovanni used Mewtwo.

Xiao Mao was crushed.

Mewtwo is still at the Viridian Gym.

Everything was going according to his plan.

After Giovanni completes his practical tests with Mewtwo, given Mewtwo's personality and strength, it will eventually break free from Giovanni's control. At that point, Team Rocket's research lab and gyms will be in complete chaos, with Giovanni's elite forces preoccupied with dealing with Mewtwo, rendering the gyms' direct defenses ineffective.

I'll wait a day or two before attempting the challenge, which will allow me to catch the window of opportunity.

Without the unexpected factor of Mewtwo, he could have easily overwhelmed the regular challenge lineup of the Viridian Gym with his strength alone.

The green badge and mission are secured.

Jiang Chuan mentally reviewed the entire game again, confirming that there were no loopholes in any of his moves.

Just then, his expression changed slightly.

A powerful energy appeared in his waveguide.

Jiang Chuan suddenly turned around, his gaze passing over the empty plaza in front of the Tokiwa Dojo, over the layers of rooftops in the distance, and all the way to the sky in the southeast direction of the city.

There was nothing there, just a blue sky and white clouds.

But in his waveguide perception, a massive amount of energy was moving away at an extremely fast speed.

That energy was like a pebble thrown into water, creating ripples in space. Even though it had gone far away, the aftershocks still made his temples throb.

Extremely fast.

Jiang Chuan took a deep breath, withdrew his waveguide perception, and his heart pounded in his chest.

He did not see any specific form of that energy, nor could he even determine the direction or trajectory of its departure.

But in this Tokiwa City, what could cause such a large-scale energy fluctuation, what could make one's waveguide instinctively produce such a large reaction?

Who else could it be besides Mewtwo?

Sakagi couldn't keep it.

At this point in time, Mewtwo and Giovanni were still in an extremely fragile relationship of control and being controlled. Mewtwo had just been created and was filled with confusion and anger about its purpose. It was unwilling to be locked up in the gym's laboratory, much less willing to be used as a weapon by Giovanni.

According to his envisioned plot, Mewtwo breaking free from control and leaving the Viridian Gym should happen within the next few days.

But he didn't expect it to come so quickly.

Or rather, it just happened to be such a coincidence.

No sooner had Gary been crushed by Mewtwo than Mewtwo ran away.

Jiang Chuan stood rooted to the spot, his legs seemingly nailed to the ground, but his mind was racing.

The researchers and Team Rocket members at that gym should be scrambling to clean up the mess right now.

Once the thought popped into his head, he no longer hesitated.

He turned around and strode toward the entrance of the Tokiwa Dojo.

Xiao Mao was still standing at the door, lost in thought, his shoulders slumped, his eyes vacant, like a soulless shell.

Jiang Chuan walked past him, stirring up a slight breeze that made the few strands of hair sticking up on Xiao Mao's forehead sway.

Xiao Mao didn't seem to notice him.

Or rather, Xiao Mao is no longer paying attention to anything.

The doors of the Tokiwa Dojo slowly opened once again.

Jiang Chuan stepped inside.

He had just stepped over the threshold and taken two steps.

"stop!"

The guards' hurried voices came from behind.

Jiang Chuan stopped walking, but did not turn around.

"What's wrong now?"

The guard's voice carried a hint of impatience.

"We just received notification that the dojo is temporarily closed to the public, and challenges are also temporarily suspended. Please come out and wait until it reopens..."

Jiang Chuan chuckled to himself.

really.

Mewtwo broke free of control, and Giovanni's people immediately ordered the gym to be closed and all entrances sealed off.

Clean up the internal mess, prevent information from leaking out, and reopen the doors to challengers once everything is back to normal.

But for Jiang Chuan, this was the perfect opportunity.

"Not accepting the challenge for now?"

Jiang Chuan turned around, looked at the guard outside the door, and a half-smile appeared on his lips.

next second.

His figure disappeared.

The guard's vision blurred, and he felt as if the tall figure inside the threshold had been swallowed up by something, disappearing into thin air without a sound.

Looking again, a dozen meters away deep in the corridor, there was another figure moving quickly.

"What's going on?!"

The guard's surprise was so overheard that he almost dropped the metal fork in his hand.

He turned to his companion and yelled, "Chase them! Chase them now!"

Two guards rushed in, weapons in hand.

.....................

Outside.

Xiaoxia was arguing with the six cheerleaders when she suddenly caught a glimpse of Jiang Chuan's figure flashing by at the gate and then disappearing. Two guards rushed in as if they had seen a ghost.

She jumped up instantly, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Huh? What's going on? How did Jiang Chuan get inside?"

She loosened her grip on the pigtails and turned to rush into the door.

Hanako followed behind her, her once gentle face now showing a hint of nervousness. Without asking any questions, she put away her parasol and ran into the dojo following Kasumi's footsteps.

When the two ran to the door, they bumped into two guards who had chased them into the depths of the corridor, shouting "Stop!" from afar.

How could Xiaoxia possibly stand still?

She took Hanako's hand, and the two of them slipped through the gates of the Tokiwa Dojo.

........................

The dojo was dimly lit, a completely different world from the outside.

Xiaoxia and Huazi weren't familiar with the area, so they could only follow the direction the guards were running.

Jiang Chuan had already passed the previous section of the corridor.

He was already very familiar with the feeling of teleportation; once his superpowers were activated, everything around him was blurred into a mass of color. When he stopped, he was already standing inside an open metal door.

This is an extremely spacious interior space.

Jiang Chuan glanced around and immediately determined that this was the battlefield of the Viridian Dojo.

The ground was paved with a dark, special material, and the air still carried a strong, scorching aura of Pokémon unleashing their moves. Several long cracks ran through the center of the arena, the deepest of which stretched to the edge, and three metal railings had been cleanly severed.

It's clear that a high-intensity battle has just taken place here.

On the other side of the field, there was a person.

A woman in a black business suit, with her back to him, was half-squatting on the ground. Her right hand was on her knee, her upper body leaning forward, her waist curving in a rounded arc, as she intently examined the deepest crack in the ground.

Jiang Chuan paused for a moment.

He didn't want to attract too much attention at this time, so he suppressed his superpowers and hid in the shadows at the edge of the arena.

But this pause gave his gaze a focal point.

From Jiang Chuan's perspective, the woman's body curves were perfectly concealed by her professional attire.

She wore a sharply tailored black blazer with a low neckline, revealing a white silk shirt buttoned up meticulously. Her waist was extremely narrow, and the pencil skirt clung tightly to her lower body, clearly outlining her two round and full buttocks.

The skirt was black and not short, about two fingers above the knee.

But in her current half-squatting position, her skirt was naturally pulled upwards, revealing a section of smooth and firm thigh.

Looking further up, the skirt was almost stretched to its limit, with the edge of the stockings peeking out from the hem.

Jiang Chuan's gaze swept over them, his breathing was even, one could even say he remained expressionless.

This woman is Sakaki's personal secretary, Makoto.

Because Shin-tori had practiced ninjutsu and possessed extremely keen senses, she sensed Jiang Chuan's presence shortly after he appeared behind her.

She tensed her shoulder blades slightly, then slowly and deliberately stood up, lightly brushing her fingers across the hem of her skirt before turning around.

Jiang Chuan saw her face clearly.

Her face had sharp features, low cheekbones, a clean-cut jaw, and fair skin that even in the dim light had a cool undertone.

She wore a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, behind which were large eyes with slightly upturned corners, giving her a naturally cold and aloof air.

Her hair was the shortest kind of bob, with the ends just below her earlobes. It was shiny black, like a pool of ink under the light.

She had a straight nose, thin lips, a light lip color, and very light makeup, so light that it was almost invisible.

Zhenniao frowned slightly and questioned him with a serious expression.

"Who are you."

"Who let you in?"