Ash's Pokémon Travel Has Big Problems

That doesn't matter.

If Giovanni wants to make a move.

It can kill Marshall right now... Killing Ho-Oh is difficult, but killing Marshall is still achievable.

Beedrill was equally unconcerned about the Rockets members being controlled by Marshadow.

Choosing to join the Rockets means abandoning the league's protection.

Rockets players are not protected by league rules and regulations.

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Inside the arcade.

Cross stood dazedly in front of a slot machine flashing with dazzling light effects.

The sound of coins being tossed into the tub and the cheers of the surrounding players made him even more irritable.

He had very little money left in his pocket, and the shadow of failure and the predicament of reality gripped him like two hands choking him.

lose.

lose.

lose.

No matter how he plays the game, he always loses.

This made him feel even worse.

at this time.

A strong urge compelled Cross to raise his head.

His gaze involuntarily drifted to a relatively quiet rest area in the corner of the arcade.

There, a stylishly dressed couple, somewhat out of place with their surroundings, sat on the sofa.

They chatted casually, but their eyes kept glancing around the crowd.

The man had striking short green hair, wore a flashy shirt, and had a somewhat cynical expression.

The woman had long blonde hair, a beautiful face, and rather sharp eyes.

They are the well-known duo among the Rockets members – Yamado and Kosaburo.

Cross didn't know them, but the seductive power of Marshadow emanating from the shadows amplified his inner desires—a desire for power, a desire for revenge, a desire for money.

He walked over unsteadily, like a puppet on a string.

Cross's approach immediately caught the attention of Amado and Kosaburo.

Their gloomy expressions, the lingering ferocity in their eyes, and the slightly disheveled traces of their trainer attire... led them to exchange a meaningful glance.

"Hey, young man, you don't seem to be in a good mood?" Kosaburo spoke first, his tone flippant and ingratiating. "Did you encounter any unfair treatment?"

Cross stiffened, then looked at them sharply, his eyes wary and fierce: "How did you know?"

Yamado elegantly crossed his legs, his red lips slightly parted, his voice carrying a hint of seduction: "The League is always extremely demanding of talent... especially someone like you... a trainer full of 'potential' but temporarily buried."

Yamato and Kosaburo were of course unaware of what had happened at the Rainbow Gym, but that didn't stop them from habitually using rhetoric to deceive others.

After all, Kroos's performance was too obvious.

Marshadow's power flowed silently in the shadows, subtly amplifying the dark side of Cross's heart, lowering his guard, and making him more receptive to external suggestions.

Cross felt a strange restlessness; the other person's words seemed to have struck a chord with him.

“Buried… Hmph, those guys are blind!” Cross gritted his teeth, clenching his fists again.

“That’s right!” Kosaburo slapped his thigh, leaned closer, and lowered his voice, “True power has never been confined to the rules and regulations of the Alliance.”

"Should I just challenge the gyms and collect badges in a proper manner?"

"Those are just rules of the game designed for mediocre people."

Kosaburo felt that today was the day to open for business.

This might bring in a decent new player for the Rockets.

Amado picked up the conversation: "Do you want to gain real power, enough to make all those who look down on you take notice?"

Don't ask why.

After all, normally, trainers who challenge gyms crave power.

The fact that this guy, who is quite strong, was eliminated by the good-natured Rika proves that there must be something wrong with his character.

Amado and Kosaburo are the Rockets' elite players, and they are very capable.

Moreover, unlike the comedic trio, they have already retired from the front lines.

Amado and Kosaburo are still working hard and in good condition; they are one of Sakaki's attendants.

The two were simply taking a break from work today, and running into Kroos was an unexpected surprise.

Uh... if those two aren't around, Marshadow will look for other Team Rocket members.

Speaking of which... if Sakaki were to make a direct move, I wonder what Marshadow's expression would be?

Marshall: I'll fight Sakaki?

Marshall: ...I...I think I'm kind of dead...

funny.

However, Marshadow didn't know that Sakaki was here.

The scene shifts back.

Marshadow's shadow power caused the negative emotions in Cross's heart to grow wildly like poisonous weeds being watered, and the dam of reason was collapsing.

"Who...who exactly are you people?" Cross's voice was hoarse with longing.

He had already vaguely guessed it.

After all, besides the Rockets, there's no one else who dares to cause trouble in the Kanto region.

Kosaburo and Yamato exchanged a smile, knowing that the fish had taken the bait.

Amado took a black card with a bright red "R" printed on it from his small bag and gently pushed it onto the coffee table in front of Cross with his finger.

“Who we are doesn’t matter,” Yamado’s voice was full of temptation. “What matters is that we can give you everything you want. Money, resources, powerful Pokémon, and… the power to overturn the rules.”

"Join us, and you'll discover that the world is far wider than you imagined, and that there's more than just the League of Legends path to power." Kosaburo felt incredibly excited about being able to poach people from the League of Legends training camps.

— Driving respectable women into prostitution and persuading them to reform themselves

It's probably this strange inner pleasure.

Cross's gaze was fixed on the black card.

The bright red "R" seems to exude a heart-stopping magic.

The pain of defeat, the anger of abandonment, and the extreme thirst for power, catalyzed by the shadows, finally overwhelmed his last hesitation.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed the card, as if it were a lifeline or a ticket to the abyss.

Kroos has seized the future.

It's just a dark future.

“I need power…” He raised his head, his eyes burning with a fanatical flame, “As long as it makes me stronger, I’ll join!”

Considering the Rockets' notorious reputation.

Kroos is also open to using the Rockets' resources.

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Inside the monitoring room, Sakaki had a complete view of everything.

He watched as Cross took the card representing the Rockets' perimeter players.

He saw the triumphant smiles on the faces of Amado and Kosaburo.

He also clearly "saw" Marcia, who had always been lurking in Cross's shadow and seemed to sway slightly with satisfaction at this moment.

"An interesting script," Sakaki chuckled.

"Exploiting the weaknesses of people's hearts and leading them into darkness—is this the 'test' you've chosen, Marshall?"

He leaned back in his chair, his gaze seemingly piercing through layers of barriers, looking towards the direction of the Rainbow Gym, the image of the boy with rainbow wings flashing through his mind.

"It's really annoying..."

Sakaki felt that if he were treated this way... he would definitely kill Marcia.

He doesn't like being controlled by a predetermined fate.

But.

The rainbow feather has been on him for so long and no one has come to retrieve it...

"Hehehe... They're all a bunch of bullies who prey on the weak."

Sakaki muttered to himself.

"That's fine."

"Only in the midst of chaos can a true hidden dragon emerge."

"This time."

"Before the event is over."

"I'd be happy to be a patient audience member."

Generally speaking, Sakaki doesn't really like gods controlling the fate of all living beings.

"But after that..."

"Phoenix King!"

You must give me an answer!

Injustice has its head, and debt has its owner.

The one with whom they have a grudge is Phoenix King.

So as long as Marshadow wasn't in his way, Giovanni had no interest in killing him.

But that's about it.

Giovanni is waiting for Ho-Oh.

In a sense, this is also why he handed over the Rainbow Feather.

This thing can summon the Phoenix King.

But Giovanni himself couldn't do that.

He does admire Ash.

But that doesn't mean he had no other motives.

Sakaki has always been like this.

Chapter 122 Wise Words and Clever Phrases Lead to Success

Inside the medical room of the Rainbow Gym.

The faint smell of disinfectant lingered in the air.

...This kind of atmosphere is unavoidable in any industry, including the medical field.

The medical team members of the Rainbow Gym gave Ash, Brock, and Misty, who were gathered around, a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry, it's just physical exhaustion, plus some superficial injuries and weakness caused by intense mental fluctuations."

"There are no signs of damage to the bones and internal organs. He should be able to recover after a period of rest."

The little fire dragon was curled up on the hospital bed, the flame on its tail still as weak as a candle flickering in the wind.