Steelix stood with an overwhelming presence, its entire body jet-black. Black arcs of electricity danced over it, and its dark-gold patterns had yet to fade.
The blue and red-gold circular markings on Swampert's arms stood out vividly. Moisture swirled around it as it maintained a steady, imposing presence.
A sandstorm swept through the surroundings and fierce winds raged around Tyranitar, whose vicious expression matched the savage power radiating from it.
And Aerodactyl soared through the sky, white whirlwinds dancing around its body, its movements light and its presence razor-sharp!
No matter how anyone looked at them, these four Pokémon were not to be trifled with. Besides, the boy before them had just taken on Zekrom and Giratina head-on!
Although the clash had been brief, everyone had witnessed Steelix's performance.
At that moment, Ryoku and Rood, two of Team Plasma's Seven Sages, wore very different expressions. One looked grim, seething with resentment, while the other remained impassive, as calm as still water.
Instead, it was the International Police officers-whose status should have earned Yong's respect and made them more trustworthy-who felt even more nervous under the boy's gaze, with a trace of embarrassment mixed in...
Paslo took a deep breath, forced an awkward smile, stepped forward, and declared with righteous conviction,
"I've heard of you for a long time! The strongest rookie Trainer! Mr. Shiyan Yong! Hello! I'm Paslo, leader of the International Police's Operations Team One!"
Seemingly having regained his confidence, Paslo looked at Yong sincerely as he introduced himself.
But the boy merely rolled his eyes and shook his head impatiently.
"I don't know who you are, and I don't want to. You still haven't answered my question! What are you doing here?"
This brat...
Paslo's expression shifted slightly. Resentment simmered inside him, but he pretended not to mind