Even Sinnoh champions have to work hard.

But what the heck is Ash's Pokémon?

Kazama Shiramo glanced at the Pokémon. Judging from its aura, that Pikachu was quite good, its strength had actually reached the elite level. But why hadn't it evolved yet? After evolving, its strength should be able to rise to another level, so Ash could achieve a pretty good result in this Indigo League.

As for the Squirtle and Bulbasaur standing to the side, their strength had also barely reached the advanced level, but they both had a problem. Kazama Shiramo frowned. These Pokémon had already reached the level where they could evolve, and once they evolved, their strength would increase significantly. Why hadn't they evolved? Apart from that Pikachu, he didn't see any other particularly unique individuals.

However, Ash has only released a few Pokémon so far, so Kazama Shiramo can't make a better judgment. But Kazama Shiramo's biggest hope is still the Charmander that was sent to Ash back then.

Given that Charmander's amazing potential, if it had developed normally, it would definitely have had a chance to evolve into Charizard by now, and it would probably have become the strongest member of Ash's current Pokémon roster.

"Peng!"

A crisp sound, like the opening of an old-fashioned movie, suddenly plunged the entire room into darkness.

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy and serious, and then...

The lighting technician has started working, and he seems to be doing a pretty good job. He'll get a boxed lunch with a chicken leg for dinner tonight!

"Your Majesty, I'd like to get some popcorn."

"Popcorn? Why?" Feng Wang looked at Kazama Shiro with a puzzled expression. Why were these two people, who were lying on the roof like thieves, discussing popcorn?

"Don't you think this chuunibyou guy is acting like he's in a movie? I've never seen such an embarrassing mythical beast."

Phoenix King broke out in a cold sweat and wore an awkward but polite smile. She was a little embarrassed to answer such an embarrassing question. She couldn't very well tell Kazama Shiramo that they were both past the age of being embarrassed.

Kazama Shiro watched Mewtwo's splendid performance with great interest. The lighting effects were first-rate, the telepathy was second-rate, and the telekinesis was third-rate. It was this combination of weak skills that fooled the little kids below.

"Wake up, you bunch of silly kids! None of the Four Heavenly Kings champions you usually watch on TV are any worse than this chuunibyou. Why are you all so easily fooled without even a hint of suspicion?"

"The strongest Pokémon and the strongest Pokémon Trainer... How embarrassing!" Ho-Oh couldn't bear to listen anymore. How embarrassing! Why would there be such an embarrassing Pokémon? And it's even a legendary Pokémon like her? Why would such an embarrassing creature be her kind?

"My rules are my rules! You have no right to tell me what to do!" Kazama Shiramo covered his face with one hand, as if he were cosplaying Lelouch. Of course, he was just imitating Mewtwo's chuunibyou tone.

"Pfft!" Kazama Shiromo finally couldn't help but laugh out loud. This was unbelievable! It was utterly idiotic. And the kids below were so easily fooled, they actually believed him! They were calmly commenting on why Pokémon could become Pokémon Trainers. Good heavens, was that even the point? Claiming to be the strongest Pokémon in the world like this, weren't they afraid of getting beaten so badly their own mothers wouldn't recognize them?

"Wait a minute, this is going too far! This isn't a Pokémon duel at all! Where do you see Pokémon duels where the trainer is directly attacked?"

Kazama Shiramo frowned as he watched Mewtwo use its psychic power to send a fat guy flying. People in the Pokémon world have excellent physical abilities, and an impact that could shatter the bones of an Earthling would be nothing to these children. However, this was not a reason that Kazama Shiramo could accept.

While Mewtwo's overwhelming strength in a battle with a Pokémon might seem like bullying, it's not entirely wrong from a broader perspective. However, directly attacking a training Pokémon is wrong. Stop it! This isn't a duel!

After seeing Ash being knocked away, Kazama Shiramo gasped sharply. This was too much! Those other trainers were just taking advantage of other people's children, so they didn't care. They should just consider those insignificant attacks as training that trainers should go through.

But Mewtwo, you actually beat Ash, that's no small feat. Beating someone who's like a nephew to Kazama Shiromo, even if your mother Mew were here, I'd still beat you up, believe it or not.

"Are you nervous?" Ho-Oh looked at Kazama Shiro with interest. "Should we go down and stop Mewtwo?"

"What are you talking about? What's there to be nervous about?" Despite being as nervous as a child about to take the college entrance exam, Kazama Shiramo maintained a strong and composed demeanor out of a strong sense of pride.

His tone was calm, his expression composed, and his every move elegant without the slightest hint of panic: "What's there to worry about? What's there to be nervous about? It's just this level of training, and it will be very beneficial for his future. I have absolutely no worries."

"Really?" Ho-Oh covered his mouth and chuckled. "But that kid seems to have been badly beaten by Mewtwo. It looks like they're about to have a proper battle."

"Really?" Kazama Shiromo leaned closer, as if looking at his own child in the exam hall. "Really? A proper duel? Impossible! How could Mewtwo, with such a large power gap, possibly have a proper duel with Ash and the others?"

"It doesn't seem like Mewtwo will be participating." Ho-Oh narrowed its eyes as it watched Squirtle, Charizard, and Venusaur slowly emerge.

Ho-Oh symbolizes fire, and in fact, her divine authority and life are also related. The moment those three Pokémon came out of the factory, Ho-Oh smelled something unusual.

These are definitely not three normally grown Pokémon; they seem to be products of forced growth. Their life force burns extremely vigorously and they are fierce, but the flavor of life lacks that lingering, profound feeling.

Even the Blastoise, which is theoretically the longest-lived turtle, doesn't seem to have much longer to live.

Kazama Shiro couldn't detect much, after all, everyone has their own expertise. All he could detect was the fierce aura emanating from those three Pokémon, which was on a completely different level from the Pokémon that Ash and his friends had sent out.

Perhaps the only one that could put up a fight was Ash's Charizard, which still had a decent fighting spirit, but that Charizard's condition was a bit strange.

Image: "This is unscientific", Location: "Images/1523636280-100061290-101825270.jpg"

P.S. I'm really sorry, I will never make promises again. The seventh update, which I originally planned to write in one hour, took me a full four hours. I promised to update twice today, and it all fell apart. I even wonder if my mouth has been blessed by Wong Tai Sin.

P.S. I have class at 8:30 tomorrow morning, so I'm sorry I can't update ten times. I'll continue to update like crazy after I finish my C language lab tomorrow.

Chapter 98 It's so similar!

"Just as I expected." Kazama Shiramo looked at the two trainers who were defeated in one move. They had the same Pokémon, but their strength was vastly different. The trainers themselves lacked experience and were not strong enough.

Completely suppressed, Mewtwo's Venusaur and Blastoise easily defeated the two kids' Pokémon in one move.

However, this was all within Kazama Shiramo's expectations, so there was nothing strange about it. The only thing he still held some hope for was Ash's Charizard...

Then he was disappointed.

Ash's Charizard made a strong entrance and indeed put up a good fight for several rounds, but it was easily defeated by the opponent's Charizard due to the obvious difference in strength.

No, Kazama Shiromo frowned. To be honest, he was a little disappointed. He didn't expect Xiao Zhineng to be as strong as its predecessor, capable of turning the tide in such adversity. But with a little cooperation just now, it could have lasted longer.

In that situation, the trainer didn't give any useful instructions, or rather... even if they had, it wouldn't have made any difference.

Does that Charizard not obey its trainer's commands?

Kazama Shiromo recalled what Professor Oak had said after taking the blame for several chapters—Pokémon that had been abandoned were usually difficult to tame, and even if they were managed to be caught, they would often become disobedient…

No way, Ash can't even tame a Charizard?

"My God, what is that?" Ho-Oh screamed, covering its mouth as if it had seen Gengar...

"What's wrong?" Kazama Shiromo rarely saw Ho-Oh so surprised. He stared wide-eyed down at the scene before him, his jaw nearly dropping to his chest: "What the hell is all this?"

The hall was in complete chaos, with countless black Poké Balls flying everywhere. These Poké Balls, which Kazama Shiramo had never seen before, were using some kind of black technology to capture all the Pokémon in the hall, even sucking the Pokémon into the Poké Balls along with them.

This is absolutely a disaster!

"This thing completely violates the laws of nature! Even a Master Ball can't do whatever it wants, right?" Kazama Shiromo's eyes widened. Although he knew that Pokémon captured in this way would not obey and could not be considered truly captured, the ability to forcibly capture and lock Pokémon was still quite terrifying.

"Calm down." Feng Wang gently intertwined his fingers with Kazama Shiromo's small hand: "Don't worry, there can't be anything that defies common sense. At least, I don't think I'll be trapped by that weak energy thing."

“That’s true.” Kazama Shiromo only then thought of this problem. After all, the Pokémon in the hall weren’t of a high level. If it were a stronger Pokémon, it should be able to break free easily.

"So what do we do now? Should we stop Mewtwo?" Although Ho-Oh always has absolute control when it comes to sex, when it comes to serious matters, Kazama Shiramo is the one who makes the decisions.

"Let's take another look?" Kazama Shiro watched with great interest as Pikachu frantically dodged various Poké Ball attacks with its serpentine movements. At this moment, he felt that this Pikachu had unlimited potential.

Without comparison, there's no harm done. Compared to those Pokémon that were easily caught, this Pikachu's performance can only be described as godlike. It even made Kazama Shiro secretly wonder if this Pikachu had put all its talent points into Agility. Its various stylish and kingly movements were simply amazing.

Although it seems that in the end, it was still impossible to avoid it.

"Should we intervene to stop Mewtwo? Things are getting a little strange."

"Let's see how that kid behaves." Kazama Shiramo gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressing the urge to intervene as he watched Satoshi fall into the pool. To be honest, Kazama Shiramo had his own selfish motives.

Logically, things should be getting out of control by now. Kazama Shiramo should intervene immediately, defeat Mewtwo, and destroy the black Poké Balls. He might be able to bring back one or two samples, but such dangerous items should be destroyed immediately to prevent them from leaking out.

However, this is a rare experience.

For a Pokémon trainer, progress is slow if they work in isolation. The meaning of continuous travel lies in constant experience. The growth of Pokémon depends on the trainer's nurturing and training, and the trainer's growth depends on constantly improving themselves through such experiences.

The longer he delayed leaving, the more experience his son would gain. This desire for his son to succeed forced Kazama Shiramo, who always had a strong sense of justice, to suppress his urge to intervene.

Phoenix King gently kissed Kazama Shiromo's cheek. Unlike the heavy, lingering, and passionate kisses of the past, this tender and delicate kiss was like a dragonfly skimming the water, leaving Kazama Shiromo's cheek in a brief moment.

All that remains is the warm feeling in this night.

"Don't worry, I'm here." Phoenix smiled sweetly at Kazama Shiromo: "No one will die, because I'm here."

"Your Majesty..." Kazama Shiro looked at Ho-Oh, who was smiling easily, and his eyes were filled with indescribable emotion. Ho-Oh certainly had the ability to bring people back to life. As long as the soul had not yet had time to go to the Reverse World, Ho-Oh had the ability to bring back both Pokémon and humans.

Of course, if the soul has already entered the Reverse World, then Ho-Oh is powerless, as that belongs to Giratina's domain.

Giving someone a second chance to live is never a price to pay, and Kazama Shiromo clearly understood the weighty promise hidden behind Phoenix King's relaxed smile.

No, I'm so touched! Kazama Shiromo was truly moved. Just because of his little bit of willfulness, Phoenix King was willing to take such a big risk for him.

Seeing the touched look in Kazama Shiromo's eyes, Ho-Oh simply smiled, interlocked his fingers and held Kazama Shiromo's hands tightly, and said very gently, "Didn't you notice that Ash was captured with those Pokémon Balls for quite a while?"

"No way?" Cold sweat broke out on Kazama Shiramo's forehead. His superpowers swiftly pierced through the hall floor, sensing Ash's presence downwards. Wait, Ash...

Suddenly, the floor on the side of the hall cracked open, and amidst the billowing dust, a short but resolute figure slowly emerged, accompanied by a large number of Pokémon. That figure was so memorable.

"So alike!" Kazama Shiromo looked at the figure and sighed, "He...so alike."

Image: "I will always love neon fish", Location: "Images/1523715953-100061290-101827642.jpg"

P.S. This is a belated update. I swear I'll never make any more wild predictions. What's with all this self-sabotage? If I make another one, I'm a dog!

Chapter 99 I, Mewtwo, the Fantasy Male Protagonist

Yes, the sight of that figure leading the Pokémon, slowly walking out, is truly heartwarming.

"He's a very good child." Phoenix King nodded in affirmation.

"You're still far from it." Kazama Shiromo waved his hand as if to say, "You flatter me. Your talent is a bit lacking, and your combat experience is also very poor. You can't see any trace of your seniors in battle. Your courage is alright, and your relationship with your Pokémon is so-so. Only your persistent personality is admirable."

Phoenix King looked at Kazama Shiro, whose face was practically splitting with laughter, and said with a look that said, "Don't you think your happy expression right now is rather unconvincing?"

"There's nothing we can do about it." Kazama Shiromo touched his nose sheepishly. "Do you know how many people's hopes that child carries? How many people want him to grow up to be a better person?"

“You don’t understand the status of our predecessors among us humans. They were like spiritual leaders of that era, the undefeated master of the Silver Mountains, a figure that countless people wanted to defeat and respected.” Kazama Shiramo looked at Ash, who was exchanging harsh words with Mewtwo, with an expression that said, “This kid has personality, I like him.” “Although it’s not necessary for children to follow in their fathers’ footsteps, everyone hopes that this child can go further on the path of becoming a Pokémon Trainer.”

"So that kid wants to fight Mewtwo hand-to-hand?" Ho-Oh's lips twitched, a hint of speechlessness flashing in his eyes.

"What?!" Kazama Shiromo was so startled that he stuck his whole head into the skylight. Luckily, Mewtwo's attention was entirely on Ash, so Kazama Shiromo didn't notice him like this.

With a tense expression, Kazama Shiromo peeked out and saw Ash being blasted away by Mewtwo. His eyes flashed with blue light, and he wanted to make a move.

However, there was a guy who was faster than him.

Ash rushed straight up but didn't crash into the top of the tower; instead, a large pink bubble caught him.

The dream has arrived...

"There shouldn't be any problems now." Kazama Shiro smiled with relief. After all, even the unfathomable Dream had made a move. Originally, Dream was a clone created from her genes, so it was quite good for her to handle this matter herself.

While Mewtwo is indeed a first-tier god, its lifespan is still too short, and its current strength is only barely at the Elite Four level. For Mew, it should be an opponent that can be easily defeated.

"Things aren't that simple." Ho-Oh yawned boredly. "If only Mew could solve things so easily. That guy's only interested in farces and will only make things more complicated."

Kazama Shiromoto looked puzzled. He hadn't had much interaction with Meng Huan, and even during the incident twelve years ago, Meng Huan hadn't shown up. He didn't know much about Meng Huan.

"You'll understand when you see it." Ho-Oh glanced indifferently at Mew, who was still trying to act cute throughout the room. He didn't express his disdain. Even among all the legendary Pokémon, you're one of the oldest. What are you doing trying to act cute? Have you no shame?

Kazama Shiro watched the situation unfold slowly with a puzzled expression. It was too far away. It was already very difficult to observe the open-air Pokémon battle arena from the skylight in the hall, and Kazama Shiro couldn't hear what was being said from this distance.

All that could be seen were the Pokémon standing on Mewtwo's side and the Pokémon standing behind Ash, who, led by Mew and Mewtwo, actually started close-quarters combat without using any moves.