Inside the Team Rocket training room.
Feng Che waited an entire day before the Ditto's bulging stomach finally receded. Shortly after, the Ditto's body rippled and shifted into the form of the Raticate it had consumed—the same shriveled, lethargic rodent with loose teeth.
Even the Ditto seemed to find this particular form repulsive. Utilizing its unique talents, it undulated once more, refining the transformation into a sleek, healthy-looking Raticate.
Pokémon: Raticate (Ditto Disguise) Gender: Male Potential: Outstanding (Yellow) / Excellence (Green) Ability: Guts Level: 11 Type: Normal Moves:Swords Dance, Counter, Tackle, Tail Whip, Quick Attack, Focus Energy, Bite, Hyper Fang, Dig, Super Fang Status: Joyful
It seems that Raticate had 'Elite' potential in its youth, but its rank dropped due to old age, Feng Che noted, unfazed by the potential readout.
What truly caught his eye was the move list: the font for Swords Dance was displayed in bold.
Could it be? Feng Che had a hunch. "Ditto, transform into Weezing!"
He checked the data again. Sure enough, in Weezing's skill bar, the move Self-Destruct was also bolded.
Bold text represents the move the Ditto has the highest proficiency in within that specific form, Feng Che realized after several comparisons.
This is perfect. Now that Ditto has 'learned' Swords Dance, it could potentially teach it to future Pokémon I capture. He felt a surge of excitement. If Swords Dance could be initiated in Raticate form and the buff carried over to other transformations, it would be a game-changer.
"Ditto, use Swords Dance, then switch to Machoke!"
He watched as the Ditto-Raticate performed the dance. Its status bar displayed a [Swords Dance +1] buff. When it shifted into Machoke, the buff remained. Feng Che pushed it further, having it shift through several forms until it reached Weezing. Only then did the status finally fade.
It can hold the buff through four transformations. That means the stat increase persists for a set duration.
Feng Che's mind raced. Swords Dance sharply raises Physical Attack. Weezing's Self-Destruct is a physical move. Because of its mimicry, Ditto can bridge the gap between moves that normally never appear on the same Pokémon.
If Ditto stacks Swords Dance to the maximum of six stages and then uses Self-Destruct as a Weezing...The resulting blast could probably level a small mountain.
Normally, a Weezing cannot learn Swords Dance, and Pokémon that can use the dance usually lack the ability to blow themselves up. Ditto had bypassed the laws of nature.
Now I just need to find a Pokémon with healing moves for it to devour. If it can heal itself rapidly after a blast, I'll have a reusable tactical nuke. Having a Ditto truly is a luxury.
Ever since Instructor Viper outed Feng Che as the first person to tame a Pokémon, the reserve barracks had descended into a frenzy. Recruits were hunting for him with a mix of desperation and greed—some wanting protection, others begging for help with their own taming.
Feng Che had vanished since the duel, only reappearing on the morning of the third day for breakfast. As he sat in the cafeteria, a scrawny recruit glared at him with venomous eyes.
"It's all your fault," the boy, Liang Xuan, hissed. "You refused to help me tame my Pokémon. Now I'm going to fail the evaluation."
"I'm sorry, Liang Xuan is just... he's emotional right now," his companion said, rushing over to pull him back and apologizing to Feng Che.
"Get your hands off me! Don't act like some 'holy' mediator!" Liang Xuan shoved his friend away. He turned back to Feng Che. "I'll never forget this. I curse you! I hope you rot in this trial!"
His voice sounded like a raspy snarl from the depths of hell. Feng Che didn't even look up from his meal.
"The more arrogant you are now, the harder you'll fall later!" Liang Xuan screamed, trying to incite the surrounding crowd. "As the No. 1, you have a responsibility to help the weak like us!"
Feng Che finished his last sip of Moomoo Milk. Then, he spoke, his voice cutting through the cafeteria like a whip.
"Classic 'I'm weak, so I'm right' logic."
"Why would Team Rocket want trash that can't even handle a basic Pokémon? If the organization actually accepted garbage like you, I'd resign on the spot."
"You spent three days trying to suck up to the strong instead of putting in the work to connect with your partner. I have zero interest in you. If you'd spent that time communicating with your Pokémon, you wouldn't be in this position."
"Before you curse others, look at your own actions. Rocket provided 30 credits for food, but they also provided hidden benefits—like the scrap yard. The gear there is free. It's old and weak, sure, but if it's weak, why didn't you just grab ten pieces of it?"
"The truth is, you're just too pathetic to face your own fear."
Feng Che stood up, exuding an overwhelming aura that silenced the entire room. The weight of his presence was stifling.
"What an intense aura... I can almost feel an Executive's authority coming from him," one bystander whispered.
"If he doesn't die in the trial, he's definitely going to be a pillar of the organization. Even as a Commander, I felt myself shrinking back from that pressure."
Nearby, Tyron sat with his Meowth, watching the scene.
"I didn't misjudge him. He's the real deal," Tyron sighed softly. "Kaiser has a hell of an eye. Why can't I ever stumble upon a sprout like this?"
Tyron's mood turned uncharacteristically gloomy as he watched the "No. 1" walk out of the hall.
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