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Icarus, who had reported his status to Captain Okamoto and confirmed that neither he nor his Pokémon had suffered losses, now had nothing to do. So he quietly observed Luke as he treated his Pokémon's injuries.
He first looked at the Murkrow's evolution, Honchkrow perched on a branch after receiving treatment.
Icarus analyzed silently:
The Honchkrow's condition was relatively stable. Its feathers weren't too disheveled, and its injuries didn't look severe. That meant it hadn't been taking frontal attacks—it had likely been focusing on ambushes and aerial strikes.
Still, its strength couldn't be underestimated. From earlier, Icarus remembered the sound of its attacks—it had clearly played a major role in suppressing the enemy's elite Pokémon.
At the very least, it's mid-Elite level… maybe higher.
His gaze then shifted to the heavily injured Rhyperior-like armored beast (Iron Armored Tyrannosaurus).
The creature's body was covered in wounds. Five deep claw marks stretched across its abdomen, still bleeding.
Luke was carefully applying high-grade medicine.
"Hang in there," Luke said, his tone carrying a hint of concern.
The armored beast growled in pain, but it wasn't just complaining—it was also… asking for food.
Icarus quickly realized something.
This Pokémon wasn't just tough—it was used to pain. It took the front line every time. But it also knew how to "act spoiled" to get extra rewards.
Sure enough, Luke sighed and took out several top-grade Ground-type energy cubes.
"Alright, alright. This should satisfy you."
The armored beast immediately perked up, happily devouring the cubes.
Icarus couldn't help but smirk.
Even a two-meter monster still acts like a kid in front of its trainer…
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After settling that Pokémon, Luke took out another Poké Ball.
A red flash appeared—
—and a heavily injured Blaziken landed on the ground.
It was in terrible shape.
Its body was covered in wounds, and its shoulder had deep puncture marks—likely from a powerful pecking attack.
Icarus's eyes immediately sharpened.
Blaziken… from the Hoenn region… one of the starter Pokémon lines.
He discreetly signaled Victreebel to assess its aura.
The conclusion came quickly:
Not Elite level… just high-tier Ordinary.
That explained its condition—it had been completely overwhelmed in the battle.
Still, Icarus couldn't take his eyes off it.
Starter Pokémon… I really want one.
He noticed he wasn't the only one. Many Team Rocket members were secretly watching the Blaziken with greedy or envious looks.
Icarus understood why.
Starter Pokémon weren't just rare—they were tightly controlled by the League.
Even if you had money, that didn't mean you could get one.
He recalled what he'd learned:
Getting a starter required not just wealth, but strict background checks—family history, loyalty, and political alignment. Only after passing all that could you even qualify.
Forget it… that path is closed to me.
But then another thought surfaced.
At least Team Rocket doesn't care about that.
As long as you had enough contribution points, you could exchange for one.
That made organizations like Team Rocket extremely appealing to ordinary people.
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Meanwhile, Luke finished treating Blaziken.
The Pokémon slowly opened its eyes.
"Return for now," Luke said calmly. "I'll take you to the treatment center when we get back."
"Blaze!" it responded, forcing itself upright despite its injuries.
"I know you're tough," Luke said with a faint smile, recalling it into its Poké Ball.
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Then he turned to the battlefield.
"Everyone—form up! Start counting supplies!"
"Yes, sir!"
The five squad leaders immediately began organizing their teams and tallying the spoils from the caravan.
As the operation wrapped up, the battlefield—once chaotic and violent—settled into an eerie order under Team Rocket's control.
And Icarus stood among them, silently thinking ahead.
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