Pokémon, Ash's art style is off!

You should have said so earlier!

It slightly raised its head, looked at the darkening sky, and let out a long, deep sigh.

"Gurgle..."

The stinging jellyfish felt wronged.

It fought Dragonite, battled the Elite Four members, and got hit on the head by a Poké Ball...

After all that fuss and noise, the root of the problem is actually to apologize to this insignificant seahorse...?

You should have just said sorry!

Why didn't you say so earlier?!

It's famously flexible and adaptable!

Yulongdu took all of this into view.

Even though he was known as a cold-blooded killer in the league, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

He glanced at Ash, who looked completely at ease, and then at the stinging jellyfish that seemed to doubt the jellyfish's existence.

Finally, his gaze swept over the passengers on the deck who were still clapping enthusiastically and praising the lifelike performance.

I just feel that the atmosphere in the Kanto region is becoming more and more abstract.

Dragonite let out a low growl.

Looking at Ash, a hint of admiration appeared in his eyes.

Trainers who stand up for their Pokémon are truly admirable!

The tentacle of the stinging jellyfish, which had just been about to swing, now cautiously emerged from the sea surface, reaching towards the deck like a thief.

The end stopped a few meters in front of Horsea and gently tapped the railing in front of Ash.

Then, it lowered its enormous head slightly.

Ash met those eyes, which were bigger than his whole body, without any fear.

"So you know you were wrong?"

The boy's voice was loud and clear.

The stinging jellyfish let out a low "gurgle," its tentacles stirring the seawater restlessly.

"Hippocampus!"

Xiao Zhi turned around and called out.

Mo Haima hesitated for a moment before cautiously running over.

Upon seeing the giant stinging jellyfish so close by, it visibly flinched and unconsciously moved closer to Ash's feet.

"Crunch..."

The stinging jellyfish looked at the pitifully small black seahorse, and its huge tentacles unconsciously scratched the bulge on its head.

You should have told me earlier that this was your trainer.

Then it would have let you off the hook long ago!

"Um?!"

Upon hearing this, Ash immediately grunted in dissatisfaction.

"Crunch!"

It means that if you make a mistake, you should correct it!

Wrong is wrong!

The stinging jellyfish quickly extended its tentacles and offered them to the black seahorse.

Horsea stared at the tentacles for a while, then looked up at Ash.

Finally, under the pleading gaze of the stinging jellyfish.

It was gently touched and let out a light chirping sound.

The crisis seems to have passed.

Thunderous applause and cheers erupted on the deck.

Passengers pulled out their cameras to capture the perfect ending to this "special program".

Except for Xiaoxia.

She looked up at the sky and felt that Mo Haima's little account was probably doomed.

......

The performance has ended.

Several uniformed staff members exchanged glances and moved silently toward the crossing.

Wataru leaped off the back of the Dragonite and landed steadily on the deck.

Five people had surrounded them from different directions, their positions seemingly random, yet subtly blocking all escape routes.

Du glanced around and immediately noticed something amiss—although these people were wearing shipping uniforms, their posture was too upright and their eyes were sharp, indicating they were not ordinary employees.

It's the Rockets.

He slightly raised his right hand, preparing to signal Dragonite to strike first—

"King of Crossing the Heavenly Gate!"

A middle-aged man in his forties suddenly stepped forward.

His voice was loud and clear, and his face was all smiles.

"Thank you for your wonderful performance! The passengers were truly amazed!"

Several passengers nearby nodded in agreement, and some even took out their notebooks to ask for autographs, but were politely but firmly stopped by the other "staff members".

Just as these enthusiastic public statements faded away...

The middle-aged man's lips moved slightly, almost imperceptibly, and a very soft whisper drifted into his ear.

"Long live the Rockets!"

Watari: "???"

No?

Are all Rockets players this arrogant?

Just say this openly and frankly in front of him, the investigator?

Provocation? Or a trap?

But as a cold-faced demon, his expression remained completely unchanged.

The middle-aged man saw that Du did not react for a moment.

Instead, it was as if he had confirmed something, a knowing look of "I knew it" flashing in his eyes.

He maintained his enthusiastic public expression, while simultaneously lowering his voice again through a gesture of turning slightly to guide the conversation:

"I never expected... that King Du was one of our people."

Watari's brain went blank.

What's happening here?

His face was tense.

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Understood, understood!"

The middle-aged man nodded repeatedly, his smile growing even brighter.

"I've been with the Rockets for ten years, I know all the rules, I know them all!"

Watari's gaze swept over the other four people surrounding him.

Although these people all wore name tags indicating they were staff, they stood ramrod straight and had sharp eyes, clearly indicating they had received professional training.

A bold plan quickly took shape in Watari's mind.

Since they've come to us...

Du nodded slightly, speaking in a volume only middle-aged people could hear, his voice even lower, carrying the tone of a superior giving orders to a subordinate.

“I need the list. The complete list of ‘our people’ on this ship.”

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up.

"Yes! I will take care of it immediately and deliver it to you shortly."

He blinked, his expression a mixture of respect and obsequiousness.

"However, to avoid any appearance of impropriety, would you like us to clear this area for you now?"

"Maintain the status quo," Watari ordered briefly. "Don't do anything that will attract attention."

“And,” he paused, as if adding casually, “the captain is me… one of ours.”

This left the middle-aged man somewhat bewildered.

The captain was one of their men to begin with!

Although he was drunk all day long, it was as if he couldn't hear people talking.

I heard that he was quite confused when he was being developed.

But he knew that such a cautious person with such a reaction was definitely a veteran!

"Understood!" He nodded knowingly. "Then we'll go take care of other matters and won't disturb you any longer."

The middle-aged man and his group respectfully stepped aside and blended into the crowd that was guiding passengers to disperse.

Their movements were natural and fluid; to anyone else, they looked like a group of diligent ship crew members busy at work.

Dragonite witnessed the whole thing and was deeply shocked.