"Saint Rosse?"
Gion ignored Mihawk, whose entire body exuded fighting spirit, and instead turned her gaze toward Rosse.
That flying slash just now didn't carry much aggression; it was more like a formal request for a duel.
If she were a pure swordsman, she would naturally be delighted to accept this invitation and offer a high-level swordsmanship exchange.
But Gion was not a pure swordsman. If this disturbed Rosse's mood, she would not hesitate to kill Mihawk.
She could see that Mihawk was stronger than she had been a year ago, but far inferior to her current self.
If she were still with the navy, she would probably be weaker than Mihawk right now.
But this world has no "ifs."
"Go. He's not an enemy. Let the newcomer witness your swordsmanship," The corners of Rosse's mouth slightly lifted, giving Gion a definite answer.
Mihawk was indeed not an enemy; he was a very pure swordsman.
If she could leave a deep impression on him this time, chances were high they could win him over in the future.
"Understood!", Gion nodded gently, stepping through the air with Moonwalk, approaching Mihawk one step at a time.
Ever since launching that flying slash, Mihawk had been quietly waiting, making no unnecessary movements.
Swordsmen were often the purest of people.
They didn't overthink, only sought to challenge stronger opponents and defeat them.
In Mihawk's eyes, Gion was the opponent he needed to face with all his strength right now.
"Dracule Mihawk! Black Blade, Yoru!"
Seeing Gion approaching step by step, Mihawk seemed to feel that invisible pressure and instinctively raised the black blade in his hand, solemnly announcing his name and the name of his sword.
"Jaygarcia Gion! Konpira!"
Gion gently raised Konpira, elegantly twirled the blade in midair, and then sheathed it.
She didn't care who Mihawk was, but when Mihawk mentioned the name "Yoru," her eyes did reveal a trace of emotion.
Black Blade, Yoru, one of the twelve Supreme Grade Swords, once symbolized the strongest swordsman in the world, wielded by many great swordmasters, establishing the fame of the twelve Supreme Grade Swords.
Hearing the name of that sword, Gion changed her mind.
The blade was not bad, but Mihawk right now was still too immature.
"What do you mean?", Seeing Gion sheathe her sword, Mihawk's sharp hawk eyes locked tightly onto her.
Sheathing one's sword during another swordsman's duel challenge was far from a respectful act.
"Your strength is unworthy of 'Yoru',"Gion spoke softly, reaching her right hand out behind her.
This was a tacit understanding she had with Rosse. She knew Rosse would cooperate.
Seeing this scene from the ship, Rosse couldn't help but smile slightly.
"Do all swordsmen have this kind of twisted hobby?"
He knew exactly what Gion wanted from him. For the woman he doted on the most, naturally he would indulge her.
Besides, what was about to happen was going to be an iconic moment.
Rosse gently snapped his fingers.
From Gion's position in the distance, a current surged from the seawater, and a small dagger about the size of a knife flew from the sea straight toward Gion's right hand.
It was a small knife that had fallen into the sea from the dead pirates earlier. Rosse easily located it and sent it directly to Gion's hand.
Pa!
Gion steadily caught the knife, which was no longer than 20 cm. She lightly swung it to get a feel, then turned her gaze toward Mihawk.
"I'll make you force out Konpira," Faced with such humiliation, Mihawk's expression darkened.
For swordsmen, the most compatible sword could increase their strength by at least 30%.
Not to mention a sword nourished with one's own Armament Haki, it could account for more than half of a swordsman's power.
But now, Gion was preparing to face him with a mere ordinary knife, clearly not seeing him as a worthy opponent.
Buzz!
Mihawk shot skyward, instantly releasing the Armament Haki contained in Yoru, and fiercely slashed toward Gion.
Ding!
Gion merely raised the little knife unassumingly. The Armament Haki clashed with Armament Haki.
Even though Yoru was countless times sharper than the little knife, the difference in their Haki meant it couldn't even leave a notch on the knife.
Gion wore a relaxed smile on her face, letting Mihawk continuously attack her with slashes, while she simply and effortlessly raised the little knife and blocked each move.
When it came to other types of learning, Gion couldn't absorb anything.
But in the path of the sword, she had never once stopped.
Ever since following Rosse, all the information on swordsmen held by the World Government had been opened to her. It broadened her horizons and gradually solidified her path of the sword.
"You don't have your own Armament Haki?"
As she deflected Yoru, Gion figured Rosse probably wanted to recruit Mihawk, so she kindly offered some advice, "Yoru has been used by many great swordsmen. It contains vast amounts of Armament Haki, even Conqueror's Haki. If you only rely on the Haki within the sword, you'll never surpass them in this lifetime."
Mihawk's sharp hawk eyes narrowed slightly but he didn't respond to Gion. However, the Haki on the sword blade diminished significantly.
The Armament Haki inside Yoru was too overwhelming. He could only barely control a portion of it now.
But even using just that portion allowed him to experience what those great swordmasters once felt when swinging the blade, spurring him toward their level.
After hearing Gion's words, Mihawk realized ahead of time how much farther he still had to go.
"Use your full strength," Mihawk said deeply. He knew the gap between himself and her was vast.
But as a true swordsman, he had never feared defeat or death.
To die under the sword of a stronger opponent would always be an honor.
"I respect your choice, Mihawk," Gion's eyes showed a trace of respect. Purely in swordsmanship, she might not necessarily be stronger than Mihawk. But a duel between swordsmen was never just about techniques.
Whether it was physique, speed, Armament Haki, or Conqueror's Haki, all were included.
Mihawk still lagged behind her in those aspects.
But as long as Mihawk kept going, he would one day catch up.
No wonder Rosse thought highly of him.
Whoosh!
Gion instantly entered her vampire form, her enchanting bat wings flapping gently in the air.
'So fast,' Mihawk's hawk eyes shrank sharply.
He could clearly see Gion's movement trajectory behind him, this was the power his hawk eyes granted him.
But Gion's speed was too fast.
Let alone raising his sword to counter, even reinforcing the area she targeted with Armament Haki was a hopeless dream.
Rip!
The coat on Mihawk's back was easily sliced open by the small knife. Bright red blood splashed out as the knife left a bone-deep wound on his back.
"Wah!!!", Mihawk gritted his teeth tightly, his eyes filled with deep unwillingness, but his severely injured body could only collapse powerlessly, finally falling onto his wooden plank boat.
"Struck from behind… this is a swordsman's humiliation…"
"If you feel it's humiliating, then remember this feeling well. I look forward to the day you challenge me again," Gion glanced at Mihawk, lightly flicked her right hand, and the little knife stabbed into the wooden plank right beside Mihawk's head with a puchi.
If it had been just an inch off, the knife would've pierced Mihawk's neck.
"Remember, the weak have no right to speak of humiliation," Gion left behind this phrase she had learned from Rosse. Her bat wings flapped, and she quickly departed from the wooden boat.
"The weak have no right to speak of humiliation…", Lying on the cold deck, Mihawk's eyes reflected Gion's departing figure, as well as the distant, majestic figure standing at the bow of the ship.
"Jaygarcia Gion… that surname has no 'Miya' honorific. Is she the wife of that Celestial Dragon…"
"I'll remember this name. When I become the world's strongest swordsman, I'll challenge you again."
"Your Highness, aren't you going to recruit him?", As the warship gradually sailed into the distance, Gion also flew back onto the ship. Sora withdrew her gaze and looked at Rosse beside her.
In that situation just now, after defeating him, recruiting him would probably have had a high success rate.
Whether it's kingdoms or pirates, recruitment seems to follow this kind of process.
"It's still too early now. Just planting a seed in his heart is enough," Rosse opened his arms and embraced Gion, who had just landed, "Gion, well done."
"I didn't fail the mission," Gion didn't think it was a big deal. If it were back when she had just graduated from the Navy Elite Training Camp, she would've regarded Mihawk as a formidable enemy.
But after following Rosse for nearly a year, all her interactions were with top-tier powerhouses, now Mihawk was just like that in her eyes.
After all, before becoming top-level powerhouses, weren't all those elites once geniuses with talent and determination?
Unbothered by others around, she basked in Rosse's praise for a moment, and only then did Gion rise from his embrace, "He's a decent swordsman. If he wants to grow, he needs to walk his own path."
"Indeed. Mihawk is still just a fledgling hawk. If we interfere too much now, it'll backfire instead," Rosse smiled in agreement, his words also answering Sora's doubts.
Some people are suited for systematic training, while others are better off facing challenges and the unknown.
'Mihawk belongs to the latter group. If we simply assign him opponents, it'll only wear down his sharpness.'
Life-and-death battles born of unexpected encounters, that is the true path of a swordsman's growth.
"Should we make some arrangements?", Sora understood Rosse's thinking. While this kind of growth would be fast, if they didn't intervene, Mihawk might not be willing to submit after becoming strong.
"Of course, just a little bit of minor interference," Rosse nodded with a smile. Non-interference was out of the question, he didn't agree with Garp's free-range education style.
The growth of strength is one matter, but the shaping of character is another.
He looked at Gion, who immediately understood Rosse's meaning. Her beautiful eyes revealed a trace of helplessness, "This isn't my strong suit. At most, I can occasionally appear and knock her down a peg."
Spare her, please. She's fine doing muscle jobs.
Just listening to the conversation between Sora and Rosse, she already knew this wasn't something she could handle.
Seeing her reaction, both Rosse and Sora couldn't help but laugh. Rosse gently pinched Gion's cheek, "Not asking you to be in charge of this. Just cooperate with Sora occasionally when needed. Swordsmen, after all, need a goal. The title of the world's number one great swordsman is quite fitting."
"Me? The world's number one great swordsman?", Gion pointed at herself in disbelief. This time, she understood Rosse's implication, but was even more confused.
With her current strength, there were too many swordsmen stronger than her across the seas. What right did she have to hold that title?
"A title, you see, once enough people spread it, it becomes real. If anyone objects, they can step in front of you first," Rosse's lips curled into a smile. This was an idea that had just occurred to him.
Pure swordsmen typically set becoming the world's number one great swordsman as their goal. If the holder of this title was by his side, wouldn't those pure swordsmen naturally flock toward him?
Once they make contact, whether they show promise or become a future threat, it would be something he could easily deal with.
Rosse wasn't worried about Gion not being able to bear this title.
Though Gion's strength was still a bit lacking for now, she wouldn't be deployed elsewhere for a while and would only stay close to protect him.
Plus, counting himself in, even without Gion, Rosse would still have at least two S-class powerhouses by his side, his personal safety baseline.
Two S-class powerhouses working together could go toe-to-toe with peak Whitebeard.
If someone wanted the title of world's number one great swordsman, let them come and test their strength.
Killing one S-class powerhouse, even without special rewards, guarantees a base boost of 5 million, equivalent to killing ten A-class powerhouses.
That increase alone was proof enough of the weight of an S-class.
If an S-class powerhouse came just for the empty title, Rosse would be happy to take their head first.
S-class powerhouses were extremely rare. On the sea, only admirals, emperors, and legendary pirates belonged to that tier. Even finding a hostile one to kill was difficult for Rosse right now.
After the little interlude on Reverse Mountain, news of Gion inheriting the title of the world's number one great swordsman spread like the wind.
With endorsement and publicity from the world government, even if someone wanted to object, they wouldn't dare do it publicly.
Moreover, Rosse released footage of Gion sparring with Zephyr. Though a bit unfair to Zephyr, he was past the age of chasing fame and was willing to make way for his student. And so, the image of Gion defeating Zephyr with her sword was born.
Former navy admiral Zephyr was defeated by Gion, and Gion was also the wife of a Celestial Dragon. After this series of titles got out, there wasn't even a single voice of doubt.
Though the footage did have some performative elements, those strong enough to see through the video wouldn't bother the world government over something like this.
After all, most of the strong among pirates weren't pure swordsmen and didn't care much for the title of world's number one great swordsman.
Among all the top-tier powerhouses, only one person showed interest in Gion.
———
In the capital square of a certain allied nation, a man exuding innate noble elegance stood quietly before a massive screen.
On the screen, the man ignored Gion's sword techniques, his gaze fixed on the vampire blood wings behind her.
"Jaygarcia Gion, huh? After searching so long for a lead, I didn't expect you to be the one to obtain that fruit. World's number one great swordsman? Wife of a Celestial Dragon? Hmph, all titles I deeply detest..."
The man's gloved hand unconsciously caressed the umbrella sword in his grip, his motion slow, yet with subtle undertones.
Just then, a light breeze quietly swept past, lifting the edge of the man's red cape, which flared like a mass of burning flames.
At the very moment the breeze brushed by, the man's figure suddenly flickered, and in just the blink of an eye, the spot where he had stood was completely empty, as if he had never been there at all, leaving behind only a faint chill in the air to speak of what had just occurred.
———
After spreading the news of Gion inheriting the title of world's number one great swordsman, Rosse had the warship head toward Drum Island.
Drum Island, a land perpetually blanketed in snow, was also the most famous medical nation on the Grand Line.
Rosse's purpose here was simple. First, to let Stella pursue further medical studies; second, to have Sora learn the island's medical knowledge.
Medicine and human biology go hand in hand. To research lineage factors, knowledge in medicine is essential, it would at least save Sora a lot of detours.
Half an hour later, there was now a blue-haired Gardevoir by Axel's side.
"I'm saying, can you not turn into that… It makes me feel like a total pervert," Axel was a bit helpless. Just after he defeated Little Blue, she had turned into the form of a shiny Gardevoir using Transform.
One pink-haired Gardevoir, one blue-haired Gardevoir, successfully attracting the attention of most people on Mt. Moon.
Except for those who had just witnessed Gardevoir's terrifying power, almost everyone who saw Axel would whisper a few words.
Emmm... the rest just whispered behind his back.
"Damn, this guy's really got game. Not even the stuff I bought in doujinshi goes this far."
"Holy crap, this trainer's body must be something else. He's not even drained dry yet."
"Keep your voices down. That Gardevoir beside him hits hard. Honestly, I feel like that handsome trainer is the servant of the two Pokémon."
"Heehee~ Axel, if you don't want me to stay by your side serving you and Gardevoir, I can leave, you know," Little Blue winked at Axel, her tone flirty.
Since debuting, there hasn't been a man she couldn't handle, right?
"Heh~"
In that battle just now, Axel didn't obtain any tags from Little Blue.
Before he gets a tag, Little Blue can forget about leaving.
Axel let out a cold laugh and squatted to the side, starting to cook for Gardevoir and the others.
After getting another purple [Gourmet Master] tag from Brock, his breeding skill was still in the red tier, but Axel could clearly feel some changes.
Making food now felt smoother, sometimes he didn't even need to think, his instincts would just make the food look more delicious.
Just not sure if the newly made food has better breeding effects?
With that thought, Axel's hands moved faster and faster, soon whipping up a pile of food that Gardevoir and the others liked.
Axel first placed a soufflé with Fairy Gem powder beside Gardevoir, then threw out all the Poké Balls on his belt.
"Pheromosa, Duraludon, Ho-Oh, everyone, come on out!"
Upon hearing "Pheromosa" and "Duraludon," Little Blue's expression gradually became exaggerated.
Her mouth dropped wide open, completely comparable to Nurse Joy.
When Axel said the words "Ho-Oh," Little Blue's expression totally lost control.
!!!∑(ﾟДﾟノ)ノ
'Ultra Beasts and Duraludon are already absurd, what the hell is Ho-Oh?'
In Little Blue's nearly broken expression, baby Duraludon appeared first.
After letting out an excited low roar, the little guy quickly picked up a stone biscuit and handed it to Dragonair.
'Eat up! This general bestows this upon you!'
Dragonair: "..."
'Bro, I swear you really seem to have some kind of serious illness…'
Next was Pheromosa. The moment she appeared, she cast her signature disgusted face and gave Little Blue a brief side-eye, her purple eyes flashing with disdain.
'Way too low-quality. Not nearly as pretty as Sister Gardevoir!'
Little Blue completely ignored being eye-lasered by Pheromosa and couldn't help but swallow.
The first two both turned out to be real, and Pheromosa is even shiny.
'Don't tell me this guy really has Ho-Oh too?'
Under Little Blue's incredulous gaze, the Poké Ball emitting holy flames shot out a burst of fire.
The sacred fire spiraled in midair, quickly forming the shape of a bird Pokémon.
In the next moment, a divine spirit-like being from myth descended in front of Axel.
It also glanced at Little Blue, didn't make any particular reaction, and slowly walked up beside Axel, nuzzling Axel and Gardevoir affectionately with its neck.
After a moment of thought, it also gave a little nuzzle to Pheromosa, who was standing close to Axel.
Pheromosa (resisting): "..."
'Want to dodge...'
'Good kid, please don't be this nice, big sis has social anxiety ahhh!!!'
"Let's all eat together,".Axel took the stone biscuit from Dragonair's mouth and stuffed it into Duraludon's.
Then handed out the rest of the food to all the other Pokémon.
Looking at the last portion of food, Little Blue rubbed her fingers excitedly.
'This is food even gods love eating, it's gotta be good stuff, right?'
Smack!
Axel slapped Little Blue's hand, "This is food for Pokémon. It's full of breeding resources, humans eating it would be a waste."
Little Blue clenched her fists pitifully, "Then why did you make one extra!"
Axel paused for a moment. Just now he had been in a particularly strange state, it felt like his body was cooking from the heart.
But… why did he make one extra?
Just then, a flash of inspiration hit Axel's mind.
He finally remembered.
There was a Pokémon who had been accompanying him since the boat, but later, after running into Giovanni, Axel was afraid of being exposed, and subconsciously sealed all memory of that Pokémon using his psychic powers.
So… even after deliberately ignoring it, his heart still longed for Mewtwo to be with him?
Axel rubbed his forehead and temporarily pushed the thought aside.
According to Mewtwo's original plan, and based on what Axel told him that day, he should already be in Unova now, right?
If there's a chance later, he'll go to Unova to visit.
Thinking this, Axel didn't feel too anxious.
Now that he had this little guy Ho-Oh, he'd one day have the qualifications to stand equal with gods.
Worst case, they'll just be friends~
Axel never thought of himself as some overpowered protagonist just because he had a system.
This is the world of Pokémon, bonds and emotions still matter the most.
"Hey, you haven't answered me yet," Little Blue dodged the gazes of Ho-Oh, Gardevoir, and Pheromosa, sneaking behind Axel and whispering.
"It's nothing. Since I've already made it, I'll make a portion for your Pokémon too."
"But I don't have the right resources for Water-types, go grab some yourself."
"And, I don't like cooking human food. Go make something for me to eat."
"Okay okay," Little Blue agreed without hesitation.
From the way Axel just cooked, she could already tell he was an incredible breeder.
If she could mooch off Axel's cooking, maybe she wouldn't have to stress over how to evolve her Wartortle.
Little Blue loves hugging thighs the most.
———
What they didn't notice was that during the conversation, Gardevoir and Ho-Oh both unconsciously glanced toward a small hill.
In that direction, a pure-white Mewtwo stood behind a giant rock, eyes burning as he muttered to himself.
"That food he made… seems to perfectly match my genes…"
"Thinking of each other… trusting each other…"
"These past few days of anime weren't in vain… this is the bond between ninjas…"
"So… I've already found it… the meaning of life…"
As he murmured, a psychic wave suddenly surged.
Gardevoir barged into Mewtwo's consciousness, her gaze serious as she looked at him.
["You're right… but not completely."]
["Besides mutual trust and care… we also have to live together!"]
["Thinking of each other, relying on each other, living together?"]
Mewtwo furrowed its brows and fell into deep thought.
["Just like... you two at night?"]
["No way!"]
Gardevoir hurriedly interrupted Mewtwo's train of thought.
["You just eat the meals he makes, grow with him, fight with him, that's enough."]
Mewtwo nodded, ["I understand... so... doing that kind of thing with him is your meaning, not mine..."]
["Yes, yes, yes!"], Gardevoir let out a breath of relief.
["So now do you want to go to my master, have a good meal, and let him prepare a Poké Ball for you?"]
Mewtwo glanced at the few Pokémon crazily scarfing down food, and a trace of resistance suddenly appeared in its eyes.
The Poké Ball was fine, but eating... wasn't acceptable.
After coming out from Daisy, it had followed Axel around many places.
At the same time, it also learned that powerful ninjas and assassins are all cold and aloof.
If it wanted to accomplish the task of saving the other Mewtwo, it should also be cold, cruel, emotionless.
But the way those Pokémon ate... was not cold at all.
Especially that large bird with a rainbow trailing behind it.
Mewtwo had seen Ho-Oh fight, and its aura during battle didn't match eating at all.
When fighting, it was like a phoenix dancing in the sky, a god ruling over life and death.
But when eating...
It looked like a starving shiny Swellow that hadn't eaten in thirty days.
Mewtwo would never allow its life's meaning to become like that.
'I am a cold-blooded, emotionless killer!'
Gardevoir: "..."
'This Mewtwo is obviously excessively powerful, why does it seem like it's a few cards short of a full deck?'
'Forget it, let my master talk to you.'
A few seconds later, Gardevoir's consciousness returned to her body.
The wisdom and depth in her eyes instantly disappeared, switching to a dazed and pure look.
["Master... just now... my consciousness was pulled away by that purple Pokémon..."]
["It seems like... it's waiting for you on the hillside..."]
"Mewtwo came?", Axel's eyes lit up.
He was just thinking about Mewtwo, didn't expect it to actually come.
Just didn't know why it didn't go to the Unova region?
"Keep an eye on them, don't let the little ones cause trouble."
"Make sure Little Blue doesn't run away. She hasn't made my dinner yet."
"Gardevoir!", Gardevoir heavily nodded, psychic power surging, placing Little Blue under Ho-Oh who was currently gorging on food.
Little Blue: (ಥ﹏ಥ)
'Well thanks a lot for thinking so highly of me!'
———
Axel picked up Mewtwo's food and walked in the direction Gardevoir mentioned. Very soon, he found Mewtwo, who was currently pretending to be aloof.
"Why aren't you eating?"
["Because... my meaning... is being an execution-ground-breaking assassin..."]
Axel was stunned, "What does being an assassin have to do with not eating?"
["An assassin... must be aloof..."]
Axel: "..."
"Where did you learn that?"
["Naruto... Greninja!"]
Hearing these four words, Axel almost coughed up blood.
So Mewtwo hasn't shown up these past few days because it went into anime looking for the meaning of life.
'Kanto's hot-blooded anime are indeed amazing, but you don't have to copy them, right?'
'You clearly have a guardian-type personality, why insist on being an assassin?'
"Take my advice: eat your food first, then stop watching that kind of anime."
"That anime is good, but it's not suitable for you."
Mewtwo tilted its head, ["Then what... should I watch?"]
Without thinking, Axel directly opened his Rotom phone and quickly pulled up a cartoon.
"Here, this Mareep and the Big Bad Wolf is pretty good."
Looking at the chibi characters on the video thumbnail, Mewtwo's eyes were full of resistance.
["Not watching!"]
"Even if you're not watching, you should at least eat something."
Mewtwo, confused, took a bite of the psychic-type food Axel made.
It was a chocolate soup in the shape of a spoon, both the soup and the spoon could be eaten directly.
When it drank the first sip, Mewtwo still wore a serious expression, like a killer without emotions.
But just one sip, and the coldness in Mewtwo's eyes completely vanished.
'No wonder that Ho-Oh acts like that.'
'This kind of deliciousness, even a god can't refuse it, right?'
'Eating... isn't shameful.'
Mewtwo let out an "aowu" and opened its mouth wide, trying to swallow both the spoon and the soup at once.
At that moment, Axel quickly covered Mewtwo's mouth.
Mewtwo tried hard to open its mouth, but found it couldn't break free from Axel's arm, ["What is... this for?"]
"You have to play on your phone while eating."
Mewtwo: "???"
'Is this world upside down?'
'Who teaches kids like this?'
'I, Lord Mewtwo, must be an emotionless killer!'
Taking advantage of Axel's distraction, Mewtwo directly pressed one of the empty balls hanging on Axel's waist.
A flash of purple light passed...
Mewtwo, holding the psychic-type food, vanished from the spot.
Axel heard Mewtwo's voice in his mind.
["I can eat... without watching your cartoon!"]
Axel's mouth twitched.
He never thought he would become partners with a divine beast in this kind of way.
'Damn it, how do I bring Mewtwo back to normal?'
'You're a guardian personality, damn it!'
But since he already caught it, Axel definitely wouldn't abandon a Pokémon.
Emmm... Definitely not because he's afraid of being beaten to death by Mewtwo.
Purely because he's a good person.
Axel shrunk the Poké Ball and placed it on the special belt at his waist.
Unknowingly, he had already captured a full team of Pokémon.
Pheromosa, Gardevoir, Duraludon, Dragonair, Ho-Oh, Mewtwo.
Among them, Mewtwo was even a champion-level divine beast Pokémon.
The only regret was that he went to the Pewter Gym a bit too early.
Otherwise, Brock's rock-solid will could've been tempered even further.
But it was fine. Up ahead was the so-called most beautiful Cerulean Gym in Kanto.
With Mewtwo's whipping, the Cerulean sisters should remember it forever.
Just don't know if such pretty girls would also look pretty when crying?
———
After capturing Mewtwo, Axel quickly left the small hill and reunited with his other Pokémon.
The other Pokémon had already finished eating, each patting their bellies in satisfaction.
Ho-Oh was still keeping Little Blue pinned underneath, while Dragonair was fully displaying its nature, chasing Little Blue's Pokémon around with big bro Duraludon's help.
Seeing Axel approach, Ho-Oh picked up Little Blue like presenting a treasure, flying to Axel and gently rubbing against him.
"Oh-Ho!"
'Little Ho-Oh was very obedient and watched over them well!'
Because of his psychic power, Axel could vaguely sense Little Ho-Oh's intent.
He floated up slightly and gently patted Ho-Oh's head, "Good job, you did very well."
Little Blue: "..."
'We were also obedient, okay!'
"Are you thinking that you were obedient too?"
Seeing Axel's eyes land on her, and hearing him say exactly what was on her mind, Little Blue was completely dumbfounded.
Wasn't the original script that she would capture many Trainers?
How did it feel like she was the one getting captured by this guy?
And it was even a violent capture.
Glancing at the Ho-Oh above her head, Little Blue decisively nodded.
'Yes yes yes, I was the most obedient.'
"Good, then go cook."
Little Blue: "???"
'What kind of cooking do I know? How about I catch a chef for you?'