Pokémon, Ash's art style is off!

"What you need to do from now on is to repeatedly experience, adapt to and remember the feeling of igniting a flame in a desperate situation."

As Charmeleon listened, the image of Larvitar's annoying face involuntarily surfaced in its mind again.

Suddenly, I felt my blood rush to my head, and a dull ache throbbed in the back of my head. The flames on my tail suddenly shot up a few more inches.

fighting!

Now, only fighting can...!

"what?"

Just then, Ash's slightly surprised voice rang out as he pointed to several places, including Charmeleon's arm and shoulder blade.

"Charmeleon, here, and here... the black paint from before was burned off by the flames, revealing the original color."

"Would you like me to help you replenish it?"

Upon hearing this, the Charmander looked down at its skin, which was patchy and uneven, resembling bald patches, and then looked around...

"roar?!!!"

The flames that were swaying violently on its tail stabilized instantly, and even obediently shrank back a little.

Yes! Of course I want it!

Without a cool, unified skin, what's the difference between that and running around naked!

This won't do!

......

Inside the lavishly decorated cabin of the Saint Anne, the middle-aged manager was discussing follow-up plans in hushed tones with several key personnel.

The three Rockets players stood idly to the side.

As a squad directly under Giovanni, although they are not good at anything, their rank is still quite high.

"Report! Report!"

A Team Rocket grunt stumbled in, his forehead beaded with sweat and his breathing rapid.

He disregarded the superior-subordinate relationship and interrupted the whisper. "Front...front..."

The middle-aged manager frowned and reprimanded him unhappily.

"What kind of behavior is this, all flustered! Stand still before you speak!"

The soldier swallowed hard and managed to stand up straight.

He took a deep breath, but the panic in his voice remained.

"A ship has been spotted in the waters ahead! It bears clear Alliance markings and is approaching us at high speed!"

"What? A ship from the Alliance?"

The middle-aged manager felt a sudden sinking feeling in his heart. He immediately led everyone out of the cabin and onto the open deck.

As everyone looked, they saw a medium-sized ship approaching, with the Alliance markings clearly visible on its hull.

"An alliance ship? At this critical juncture..."

The middle-aged manager was filled with surprise and doubt.

They had just arrived at the designated sea area according to the top-secret coordinates provided by the Heavenly King, and their operation should have been kept absolutely secret.

How could the Alliance's ships appear with such precision?

Has the plan been exposed?

"They're really sticking to our position; they're coming for us!"

"What should we do? Could it be something internal...?"

Just as everyone was filled with doubt and uncertainty.

Musashi, Kojiro, and Meow Meow had somehow joined the group at the side of the boat.

"Humans are so naive, meow!"

Meow meowed.

"Since it was the location designated by Yulongdu, and even he himself was turned by the cats, surely his subordinates can be turned by the cats too?"

Musashi's eyes lit up, and he immediately followed this line of thought, tossing his long hair.

"That's right!"

"Maybe they came specifically to provide support! After all, even a superstar has shown up. With such a large-scale operation, headquarters must have multiple plans!"

"But what if it weren't for..."

Others still had some doubts.

"Then there's even less reason to panic."

Kojiro, who considers himself the strategist of the trio, is not to be outdone.

"At that time... the Heavenly King will take action!"

"Sigh~"

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd, and then everyone's eyes lit up.

Yup!

We have the Imperial Dragon Crossing here!

That Dragon King from Kanto is the pinnacle of combat power!

Why should we be afraid of that green caterpillar!

If you're unsure what to do, just release the Imperial Dragon Crossing!

The middle-aged manager was also taken aback by this logic.

If they are friendly forces, all the better; if they are enemy forces... we have the Imperial Dragon Crossing here!

This is hardly a crisis.

This is clearly a stage to showcase the Rockets' "strong strength" and "far-reaching strategy"!

“That makes sense!” He decisively ordered, “Send someone to respectfully invite the Heavenly King to move to the deck. The rest of you, get ready, we’ll go straight over!”

......

The two ships slowly approached each other on the sea, and finally their gunwales touched gently, producing a dull thud.

The middle-aged manager straightened his clothes and, leading several elite team members disguised as sailors, was the first to step onto the deck of the Alliance ship.

Opposite them, several people dressed in crisp alliance uniforms were already lined up and waiting.

The man in the lead was about thirty years old, with an ordinary face. His gaze swept over the group of people boarding the ship, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"You are……"

The man from the alliance looked at the middle-aged manager's face, but his search of memory yielded nothing.

"Where is the Heavenly King?"

The instructions he received from his superiors were clear and specific.

Head to the designated coordinates to meet with the Dragon King and assist in handling the follow-up matters of the target ship.

In short, it's about cleaning up the mess.

It sounds easy, but it's actually quite difficult.

After all, the king only needs to keep attacking.

But they have many more things to consider.

Interrogation, arrest, appeasement, and a whole host of other things.

In addition, this superstar is known to be difficult to talk to... In short, it's not an easy job.

But where is the main character?

Could it be that the Heavenly King is still in A?

Upon hearing what the other side said, the Rockets' manager immediately felt relieved.

"The Heavenly King is currently handling some finishing touches and will arrive shortly. I am the Heavenly King's right-hand man, and I will make the initial contact first."

A capable assistant?

The league players were even more confused.

Is it because Yu Longdu is unpopular, or because he always fights alone?

Who is this person?

But seeing the other person's calm demeanor and confident tone, he was momentarily unsure.

Just as he hesitated, a figure appeared at the bow of the St. Anne.

Yulong Ferry.

As always, he had a cold and stern expression, exuding an air of authority.

He nodded slightly in the direction of the Alliance man, as if to say hello.

The man from the alliance immediately stood at attention, instinctively wanting to salute and report, but then he saw a steady stream of people following behind him.

They were tall and short, thin and fat, and dressed in various ways.

Du's gaze swept over the Alliance man, and he gave a concise order.

“Arrange a large room to properly accommodate them.”

"Yes Yes!"

The man from the league responded instinctively.

Unable to contain his doubts, he stepped forward, approached Yulongdu, and lowered his voice to the lowest possible level.

"King Du, please forgive my intrusion... Who are these people?"

"Is this the... special operations team assigned to you?"