The Fall of Two Great Organizations and the Rescue of Meloetta (Monthly Votes Appreciated)

Meloetta's sudden appearance confirmed Giovanni's suspicions about Team Plasma's attack on Team Rocket, but Ghetsis had no time to argue with him.

"Capture Meloetta!"

He waved his cane and shouted.

For some reason, a terrible premonition welled up inside him. Even the temperature throughout the Abyssal Ruins seemed to plummet, leaving him chilled to the bone.

But Zekrom was tied up fighting Miraidon and couldn't break away. His subordinates had stopped responding, too.

He turned and saw all six of his Sages and several other officers sprawled on the ground. An Ursaluna kept pounding away, dropping a Scolipede with one slap and a Drapion with one punch.

As for the Dark Trinity, his trusted enforcers who had done countless dirty jobs for him, they had intended to ambush the Trainer. Now two were down, while Akari was beating the last one with the Poké Ball in her hand. And beating him again...

Ghetsis was dumbfounded.

What kind of person was she?

Was that how you used a Poké Ball in a fight?

"The older the technique, the stronger it is. That's how ancient Trainers fought!"

Akari smiled as if it were nothing unusual. She used to carry around a pile of Heavy Balls weighing dozens of kilograms every day, roaming the mountains to catch Pokémon for her Pokédex research.

Unfortunately, Poké Balls that heavy no longer existed in this era. She had struggled to adjust when she first arrived; the ones here felt far too light. Trainers these days really had lost their edge.

"..."

Ghetsis had no answer. He finally began taking Akari seriously, but it was far too late.

Giovanni felt much the same. A single Typhlosion had stripped all five Genesect of their weapons, while the high-tech devices they prided themselves on for controlling Pokémon had shattered