blogombal Chapter 231 The End of Patience is Heaven
Chapter 231 The End of Patience is Heaven
While Alice was outwitting and outmaneuvering the Trinity of ninjas, a battle also broke out at the location where the Dark Trio was hiding their Poké Balls.
However, the battle lasted for less than a few seconds...
Just as Hugo was distracted by the three elves surrounding him and turned his back to the tree trunk, the last "mechanism" left behind by the Dark Triangle was suddenly activated.
An Absol covered in white fur activated its skill through the fragile tree trunk, unleashing the "Ambush on Vital Points" move at the detective who was right in front of it.
However, the Pokémon that could foretell disasters missed its target.
As if cursed by a real calamity, the gray-blue claws failed to strike Hugo's unsuspecting back—because he wasn't even there.
"A feint attack is indeed a very effective tactic. But you guys have used this trick so many times in one day, so I, as an observer, am bound to be a little wary."
Alice uses herself as bait to make the oncoming car ignore the threat from beneath the ground; the ninja known as Darkness uses the magnificent coffin of the Grim Reaper as bait to make the girl ignore the eerie blue "will-o'-the-wisps" emerging from behind her...
Having witnessed firsthand the cunning and scheming between allies and the enemy, how could Hugo not guess the Dark Triangle's intentions? Moreover, this place was the ninjas' most crucial hiding place, and it was entirely possible that it had become a trap set against them.
Even before approaching the large tree, the detective was already on high alert, ready to dodge at the slightest disturbance.
However, the enemy was more patient than he had imagined—it wasn't until the three left-behind Pokémon, the Slashing Commander, and the Cursed Doll, which were clearly there to distract him, appeared behind him that he was certain that the real enemy was hiding inside the tree trunk.
Once you've guessed the enemy's trump card, the rest of the work becomes incredibly easy.
The detective took two steps as he turned around.
The first time, he turned around on the spot, deliberately stomping on the fallen leaves and weeds to make a clear sound; the second time, he took another step to the side, moving a foot's distance silently without making any footsteps, while covering up his second step with a loud and then soft muttering to himself.
In this way, the Pokémon in the tree trunk can be perfectly misled, making it think that it is just turning around in place and that the change in volume is only due to the direction it is facing.
And as expected, the opponent fell for the trap.
The consequences are not as simple as the attack being dodged.
The claws grazed Hugo's side by a hair's breadth. Absol, having leaped too forcefully from the tree trunk, missed its target, but its claws had undeniably touched, cut, and torn something...
A yellowish-orange smoke leaked out. However, for the humans and elves present, their sense of smell detected the anomaly before their sight.
What Absol had cleaved open were six cans of Golden Insect Spray tied together, each still containing about half a bottle of the solution.
The highly concentrated golden insect-repelling spray covered the entire white Pokémon, almost causing it to faint. The immense pressure from the "oppression" vanished instantly.
The scent was completely different from the slow spray; it was pungent even to humans, and incredibly effective on Pokémon. Even the three starter Pokémon that were cautiously surrounding the attackers couldn't help but take a few steps back and return to the Detective's side upon smelling the concentrated insect repellent.
But Absol still did not fall.
It's hard to say whether it's due to its excellent training or its strong will. In any case, this now truly dreaded Pokémon hasn't lost its ability to battle. Instead, it barely manages to turn back towards its target, leading the Bisharp Commander and the others with their complex expressions, ready to continue fulfilling the mission entrusted to it by its trainer.
“As a Pokémon, it’s truly touching that you’ve persevered this far, but it’s too late now,” Hugo said.
"From the moment you broke the tree trunk, this battle was no longer a relentless pursuit of a useless trainer by four powerful Pokémon... What you need to consider is how to survive the counterattack of three hundred elite Pokémon."
The detective in black raised his hand from the gap in the tree trunk, holding a Poké Ball whose seal had been broken.
Before Hugo could even pull the switch, the Pokémon inside had already burst out of the ball—it was an Empoleon.
It wasn't in good condition, its body covered in wounds and dust, but its expression remained incredibly stubborn. It seemed oblivious to the pungent smell of the insecticide spray, its eyes behind the golden crown mask fixed on the Plasma Cluster's accomplices.
"Emperor Napoleon? And with the 'Unyielding' ability? Could it be Mr. Shilan's Pokémon?"
Hugo was slightly surprised, but his hands continued moving without stopping.
The sealing device of the imprisoned Pokémon is like an abyss for the Pokémon inside the Poké Ball, but it is very easy to break through from the outside. It is even easier to unlock than the cheapest universal padlock.
As the detective pulled out new Poké Balls from the tree hole one after another, more than ten powerful Pokémon had already joined the field before Empoleon's Hydro Pump and Absol's Dark Pulse collided head-on.
The outcome of this battle is self-evident. Or rather, from the moment Absol's sneak attack on Hugo failed, the ending was already sealed.
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"The commotion you've caused is truly earth-shattering. Every trainer is indeed a walking terrorist... But, well, I don't have the right to criticize you either."
The detective, who had quietly appeared behind the ninja, remained calm. Before the Dark Trio, who stood as still as statues, Hugo strolled leisurely, brushing off the dry leaves that had clung to his clothes from his journey, and calmly recounted the current situation—
“I’ve found the Poké Balls you’ve hidden. Absol, Agilebug, Cursed Doll, and Bisharp are currently being chased all over the mountains by Pokémon carefully trained by over fifty elite trainers. However, given their abilities, escaping their pursuers and reuniting with you shouldn’t be too difficult for them—it just will take a few more days.”
The leader of the trio frowned deeply: "Aren't you afraid we'll kill you right now?"
"I'm not an obstacle in your mission right now, so you have no reason to attack me." The detective stretched after dusting off the leaves, looking genuinely relieved.
"Then how can you be sure we didn't receive orders to eliminate you?"
“The fact that the Death Coffin’s ‘Will-o’-the-Wisp’ wasn’t aimed at me on the highway is enough to tell the story,” Hugo replied. “Furthermore, the master who commands you doesn’t use assassination to deal with enemies. While Team Plasma is ruthless and cold, it’s also too academic; that person looks down on such methods.”
"Actually, after the Shippo City Museum incident, I investigated the eyewitness reports about you, and the results were very interesting. There is a fact that has been overlooked by the public and the police who are hunting you down for a long time, and that is—as the black gloves of Team Plasma, the ruthless ninjas have committed numerous crimes throughout the United States, but they have never hurt anyone in places unrelated to their missions."
“Because that would be pointless,” Darkness replied.
“Most people spend their whole lives doing meaningless things,” the detective shrugged and replied. “Especially murderers; more than 90% of murders are motivated by a moment of madness or impulsiveness.”
“It seems we belong to the remaining one-tenth,” said Darkness.
“Exactly.” The detective snapped his fingers.
"When I realized the truth, I could hardly believe my own reasoning. I never imagined that I would have been saved because of this reason at the Qibao City Museum."
"Although we failed back then, we don't regret our choice. Compared to insignificant emotions, the mission takes priority," Darkness explained.
“This is it.” Hugo smiled wryly as he faced the Dark Trio.
"Your patron may have molded your image and honed your skills according to the standards of ninjas, but in the end, in the Unova region, in this cultural environment where he was born and raised, the profession of 'ninja' has never truly existed. There is no lineage, it's all just a figment of imagination—that guy's understanding of ninjas stems from his own self-righteous fantasy, and this fantasy, taken to its extreme, is what you are now."
Seeing the darkness shake its head in confusion, the detective continued to explain in detail—
"Unlike N, who wanted to liberate all Pokémon, the one who reigned as the leader of the Seven Sages had always dreamed of building a thousand-year kingdom ruled by himself—and you, as products he had personally nurtured since childhood, were the first citizens of this thousand-year empire. If N was the ideal king he had created, the three of you were the most perfect subjects in his heart. Abandoning individuality, stripping away emotions, absolute rationality and obedience, like perfect machines under the rule of the Sages' Kingdom. Compared to N, you embody more of that person's ambition and ideals."
"The reason you are probing me now, instead of using darts, is because of this kind of rationality that is completely free of personal feelings."
“Of course that should be the case,” Darkness replied. “Rather than wasting time killing you here, it’s more helpful for us to complete our mission now—to bring those Pokémon controlled by their trainers back to the Order and achieve final liberation.”
"Speaking of which, although there's no way to break the ninja curse that the sage placed on you..." the detective shook his head and said regretfully, "I'll free you from your current mission for now."
After all, it's just a matter of a single sentence.
He parted the bushes behind him, revealing a wire mesh bag containing three hundred empty Poké Balls—now that the sealing device had been removed, Hugo could carry it freely by himself.
"Here, smash these Poké Balls. Don't waste your time. Let's free those three hundred Pokémon right here and now."