A Blow to the Head, the Blood Moon Descends

Mingyou held the Ivy Cudgel, his face grim as he slowly approached the people trying to drive Ogerpon and the others away. He had never been the sort of person to swallow his anger.

Usually, he had only heard legends of ogres in stories. He had thought they were nothing more than so-called stereotypes, believing that as long as people worked hard to change and correct them, that would be the end of it. After all, it had happened hundreds of years ago.

But now... Even after hundreds of years, some things in Kitakami still had not changed. Stereotypes had become ingrained beliefs. Such extreme prejudice had to be... corrected!

Watching the petite Ogerpon being bullied like this was too much even for the Team Rocket Trio.

"That's too much, meow!"

"Exactly! How can they bully a Pokémon like this? It's so pitiful..."

"Stop it, all of you!"

James shouted at the people, but it did no good. Pressed to the ground, Milo gave a quiet laugh. "Heh~ Just a bunch of crude peasants. Even Team Rocket wouldn't stoop to doing something like this. 'For the safety of the tourists'? That's just an excuse because they think these Pokémon are getting in the way of their profits."

"Say one less word!"

Candila continued holding him down.

"..."

Milo gave a quiet snort. But seeing that everyone's attention had been drawn to the other side, his hands began making sneaky movements as well. The item he had originally intended to use to capture Dusknoir could only be used now...

When they saw Mingyou appear, the Administrators recognized him too and could not help being shocked.

"Why are you here too?"

"..."

Mingyou did not answer. Toward those who bullied Ogerpon, as its family, he had only one response—and there would only