Fated Encounter

To the Armored Pokémon—Mewtwo—Giovanni's actions were, by human standards,

like taking off his pants to fart—utterly unnecessary.

The humans below were indeed fairly strong.

But in its eyes, they were nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

There was no need to go to such lengths and have wild Pokémon eliminate them.

"You only need to obey my orders."

Giovanni's voice was as cold as ever.

From the very beginning, Mewtwo's role in his eyes had been that of a "combat machine."

Doubts—or thoughts—were unnecessary things for a machine.

Mewtwo said nothing more and returned to its usual silence.

Only, a strange look had appeared in its eyes as it gazed below.

"Slowbro, use Rain Dance!

Clawitzer, Water Pulse!

Mega Gyarados, Surf!

Cloyster, Icicle Spear!"

A rapid string of commands came from Minglan.

In an instant,

a thick layer of black clouds covered the battlefield overhead.

"What was that?"

Lying on the ground, Brock seemed to have caught sight of two figures flashing through his vision in the sky.

"Was that an illusion?"

He frowned.

A shadow, like the weather itself, inevitably fell over his heart.

If he had not seen wrong,

then anyone appearing here at a time like this while concealing themselves was surely an enemy, not a friend.

"Drip, drip, drip—crackle, crackle."

Under Slowbro's control, the light drizzle swiftly turned into a torrential downpour.

As the weather controller on Minglan's team, it was exceptionally capable in this regard.

Meanwhile, among the enemy team,

although there were quite a few powerful Ground-type and Rock-type Pokémon,

their command over the weather was far inferior to Slowbro's—pitifully weak, even.

Even with a level advantage, the other weather they unleashed still could not overwrite the Rain Dance after it had taken effect.

That was not worth being surprised by.

After all, one