"Impossible… this makes no sense at all."
The muttering man looked utterly lost.
"Scyther—!"
Scyther's pained cry snapped him out of his confusion.
He looked up—
Blaziken was effortlessly lifting the already incapacitated Scyther with one claw.
With a casual flick, Scyther was tossed onto the ground.
The man's pupils shrank violently, and he swallowed hard.
"I—"
Just as he was about to speak, Blaziken vanished and appeared right in front of him.
"Blaziken."
With a short shout, Blaziken clenched one claw into a fist and slammed it into the man's abdomen.
In an instant, the man's face went from pale to blood-red, then back to pale.
His knees gave out as he collapsed face-first onto the ground.
Even though Blaziken had deliberately restrained its strength, a single punch from a Pesudo–Elite-level Fighting-type Pokémon was far more than an ordinary person could endure.
"So," Silas said casually as he crouched about three meters away,
"why were you following me?"
The man didn't respond.
"Oh?" Silas raised an eyebrow. "Got some backbone, do you?"
"Blaziken—give him another punch."
He spoke calmly.
"W-wait—wait!"
The severely weakened man struggled to speak.
Is this guy a demon?!
He clearly couldn't even talk just now!
"Bang."
Blaziken didn't bother listening.
As long as Silas hadn't told it to stop, it would never stop.
Considering the man's current condition, Blaziken thoughtfully switched tactics and kicked him squarely in the back instead.
This time, the man was completely flattened against the ground.
Silas propped his chin up with one hand, looking down at the man who had tailed him the entire way with open disdain.
"Don't I look like a villain from this angle?"
Seeing that the man probably wouldn't be able to speak for a while, Silas thoughtfully started chatting with Blaziken instead.
Blaziken silently nodded.
Not just a villain—one who wouldn't survive past three episodes. Talks way too much.
"I—I'm Muramasa… I just wanted to test your strength."
The man lying on the ground finally managed to speak again.
Though badly injured, he feared that if he didn't explain himself now, he might actually lose his life.
Muramasa realized that the man in front of him was nothing like the kind, benevolent figure promoted by the Kanto League.
If Silas knew what he was thinking, he would've laughed out loud.
Honestly, any normal person would.
In the wilderness, secretly following someone for an entire stretch, no one would believe you had no ulterior motives.
Especially not when the target was Silas, whose Pokémon were famously enviable.
Countless trainers who had died in the wild taught a clear lesson: never underestimate the evil a human can unleash in a lawless environment. Not even Dark-type Pokémon could compare.
According to incomplete League statistics, over one-third of trainer deaths each year are caused by humans, not Pokémon.
And Silas, for his part, had grown up roaming Viridian Forest.
This kind of situation was child's play to him.
Without vigilance, he would've met his end long ago.
"Muramasa… that name sounds kind of familiar."
Silas half-crouched, tapping his head in mild frustration.
Maybe because he had absorbed too much Pokémon-world knowledge, his memories of his past life's Pokémon anime were starting to blur.
After all, photographic memory was an exaggeration—his memory was simply far better than average. Unimportant details still faded.
"Ah—right. That data-obsessed guy, yeah? Probably."
Linking Muramasa's earlier remarks together, Silas finally matched him to the anime storyline.
He remembered that when Muramasa later encountered Ash, his Scyther had already evolved into Scizor.
And the situation was similar, Muramasa directly ordered Scizor to attack Ash and his companions.
"Good thing it was Ash. If it were anyone else, unless they couldn't win, this guy wouldn't have ended well."
Silas pondered whether, as one of Ash's seniors, he should teach him some wilderness survival rules.
Getting bullied out there wouldn't be good.
Sure, Ash might have the nickname 'Ash-brain', but no one could deny his love for Pokémon and that alone was enough.
"Ha… ha—"
Muramasa panted heavily.
"If you hadn't ambushed me, according to the data, your Blaziken wouldn't stand a chance against Scyther!"
"Alright, alright. Boring."
Silas ignored him completely, calling Blaziken over as he turned to leave.
All he ever talked about was data, no wonder his future kid turned out the same way. Like father, like son.
As for killing him?
Silas wasn't that bloodthirsty. A lesson was enough.
"You're scared."
Muramasa , still kneeling, spat out a sentence completely at odds with his current state.
A provocation tactic.
Silas snorted. It was obvious.
But even knowing that—
He still turned around.
"Fine. I'll give you a chance."
Silas said irritably.
He knew it was bait and still fell for it.
His good mood for the day was clearly about to be ruined by this Muramasa.
Muramasa struggled upright, leaning against a tree behind him.
"I watched your performance at last year's League Conference. Looks like the Kanto League really is declining year by year."
His tone was filled with inexplicable superiority.
Silas nearly burst out laughing.
He had no idea where this man found the confidence to say that.
"According to the data, your Blaziken's capabilities—"
"Enough with the data already. Hurry it up. I've got things to do."
Silas cut him off rudely.
He was busy, fighting at all was already generous, purely out of respect for the anime in his past life.
"There really are people who treat Pokémon data as everything, huh…"
He muttered quietly.
The Pokémon world did have games similar to Pokémon battles from his past life.
For many people, these games were their primary way of understanding most Pokémon.
Even elite Pokémon research schools in the Kanto region used such games in early-stage education, learning through play was crucial for children.
But once someone became a real Trainer, few clung rigidly to raw data.
Because Pokémon are genuinely difficult to quantify with numbers.
Even something as important as potential still couldn't be measured with certainty, let alone anything else.
And in real battles that change in an instant, there's no time to analyze endless data.
If battles truly followed data alone, type advantages would be absolute, and inverse-type victories wouldn't exist.
Yet reality proved otherwise.
Whether it was future Ash, present Silas, or countless other Trainers, defeating opponents with type disadvantage at equal strength was never rare.
Type advantage only increased your probability of victory, it never guaranteed it.
"Then again… I guess I do believe in data too."
Silas rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
The difference was that his data applied to Pokémon training, not battle execution—which was perfectly reasonable.
After all, reckless training could ruin even pseudo-legendaries.
"Then my Pokémon is—Quagsire, which has absolute suppression against Fire-types."
Muramasa finally recovered enough to throw out a Poké Ball.
Silas glanced over.
Advance-level Quagsire.
"Oh right, this guy even opens a dojo later and takes in disciples. Definitely not broke."
He remembered that detail.
"Finish it quickly. I've got work to do today."
Silas tilted his head and nodded toward Blaziken.
Blaziken strode forward on its long legs.
"From zero to fully stacked Speed Boost, your Blaziken needs three minutes and twenty-one seconds. Before that, Quagsire, with its Water Absorb Ability, can use the Water-type energy already stored inside its body to launch continuous attacks."
At some point, Muramasa had produced a laptop. His fingers were clattering away on the keyboard as he calculated something.
"Additionally, while your Blaziken is indeed outstanding among its kind in almost every aspect, its sensitivity in body control is unusually far below the average of its species. Therefore—
"Quagsire, use the high-speed Muddy Water."
Muramasa explained as he issued the command, never lifting his head.
"In two point three four seconds, Quagsire's Muddy Water will strike Blaziken's right knee. Your Blaziken's ability to control its speed will decline even further.
"And the pain caused by the injury will reduce the efficiency of Speed Boost stacking. The time required will increase from three minutes and twenty-one seconds to three minutes and fifty-three seconds.
"This means Quagsire can then use Aqua Tail—"
"Blaziken."
Blaziken turned its head to look at its Trainer.
Is this guy out of his mind?
Silas twitched the corner of his mouth.
Seriously, why was he even bothering to take someone like this seriously?
He turned around and left the scene together with Blaziken.
What about Quagsire?
It was already lying flat on the ground.
It wasn't that Silas looked down on Muramasa—rather, Pokémon raised by people like him could never compare to those Silas had faced in the League Conference.
Even among Advanced-level Pokémon, the gap between individuals could be enormous.
As he walked away, Silas didn't care in the slightest when Muramasa would finally come to his senses. It had nothing to do with him.
However, he did run into someone familiar.
"Yo~ hello there~"
A female voice rang out from a tree by the roadside.
Silas, who had been wondering yet again if someone was targeting him, immediately recognized the voice.
"Janine? What are you doing here?"
He subconsciously asked the empty road.
"Pfft."
A cloud of white smoke appeared.
Janine, dressed in a pink ninja outfit, materialized in front of him.
"Why can't I be here?"
She rolled her eyes.
"Shouldn't you be training under Gym Leader Koga right now?"
Silas asked cheerfully.
Running into someone he knew from Kanto while in Johto counted as a kind of fate.
This sudden appearance was none other than Janine, the younger sister of Koga of the Fuchsia Gym.
Janine looked utterly disgusted by his remark.
"Who wants to learn from him? Everything he knows, I know too, okay?"
Huh?
Silas tilted his head unconsciously.
That didn't match his memory of their relationship.
Janine wasn't one to bottle things up. She quickly explained why she was here.
"It's all because of the mess my family left behind."
Janine, who could easily be called a young lady, let out a helpless sigh.
"You know, our family originally lived in Mahogany Town, but later moved to Fuchsia City to develop."
Silas was very clear on that.
Mahogany Town, known as the 'Village of Ninjas,' was the birthplace of the Iga and Kōga ninja schools, from which all existing ninja traditions originated.
The Fuchsia Gym, closely tied to both schools, naturally inherited those connections.
As for why they moved, it was purely for private reasons.
To put it bluntly, one generation simply wasn't skilled enough.
"Even though we moved, the Pokémon Ninja Academy our family co-founded is still running. From time to time, we have to send someone back to teach those little brats."
Janine looked extremely troubled.
She was terrible at dealing with children—otherwise, she wouldn't be so helpless with her niece.
"What's so bad about it? Isn't it just being a teacher?"
Silas thought it didn't sound serious at all.
"You have no idea how difficult those kids are."
Janine rolled her eyes at Silas's flippant attitude.
"If this trip assigns me to teaching Pokémon move mastery and application, that's fine. But if I'm stuck teaching Pokémon grooming again, I'll explode."
As she spoke, she stretched both arms wide, as if emphasizing her point.
"Grooming?"
Silas was puzzled.
He knew of the Pokémon Ninja Academy, but had no idea what was taught there. After all, becoming a ninja had never been his dream.
"Yeah." Janine nodded.
"The academy mainly teaches three fields: tactical studies focused on Pokémon battles, beauty studies that cover grooming and weight management, and technical studies that specialize in raising Pokémon move levels.
"The first and third are manageable. The second one, I really can't do."
"That… sounds more like a Pokémon Breeder's coursework."
Silas said uncertainly.
"Not exactly."
Janine waved her hand.
"As a ninja, there are things you have to know while carrying out missions. Disguises, you know changing your appearance."
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