"What Pokémon is that?"
"…Wait. Isn't that Ralts?"
"If it evolves twice, it becomes Gardevoir—Psychic and Fairy type."
"What?! Gardevoir?!"
"Something's off though… the color…"
The three Rocket members froze.
The small figure ahead had a white body, with long purple "hair" covering half her face.
Not green—purple.
One of them inhaled sharply.
"Idiot. That's a Shiny Ralts."
Silence fell for a brief moment.
Then greed erupted in their eyes.
Shiny.
And Ralts.
That combination alone was priceless.
Ralts were naturally timid.
They sensed human emotions.
And avoided malicious intent instinctively.
Which meant—
They rarely appeared near people.
But this one had been found.
And not just any Ralts.
A Shiny.
Greed was a sin—and the reason many Pokémon hated humans.
Some people did not capture Pokémon to train them.
They captured them for darker purposes.
Ralts felt their gaze.
She felt the filth in their thoughts, and her body trembled.
She turned and ran.
Small, panicked steps—heartbreaking to watch.
"Chase!"
"Go! Houndour!"
"Go! Golbat!"
"Go! Weezing!"
Three Poké Balls burst open—dark fire, poisonous gas, and shrieking wings.
Ralts' breathing grew frantic.
If she was caught, her future would be miserable.
Humiliation, enslavement—or worse.
Tears gathered in her eyes.
She ran.
But how could she outrun trained Pokémon?
In that moment of despair, her body flickered and vanished.
Then reappeared over ten meters away.
Teleport.
A skill Ralts could learn naturally.
But she had only just begun to grasp it.
The range was short.
Barely enough to create distance.
The Rockets weren't frustrated—they were delighted.
"She knows Teleport?"
"Then she's high-quality too."
"Shiny. High aptitude. Psychic-type."
"Even if we sell her on the black market, we'll never have to worry about money again."
Their laughter echoed through the trees.
Predators closing in.
Elsewhere in the forest—
Gu Qiu was resting.
Ten days of wilderness living had left him looking rough.
Dust, minor scratches, and fatigue.
But his eyes were sharper than ever.
His chakra control had improved significantly.
Training in true wilderness had no substitute.
"Break's over."
"Frogadier, we continue."
Pika-Itachi stood nearby.
But he no longer participated in routine hunts.
Defeating weak Pokémon gave negligible EXP.
Energy crystals were more efficient.
Instead—
He trained.
Kunai practice, sword control, Sharingan focus, and Mangekyō discipline.
Pika-Itachi's Sharingan had evolved three years ago.
Mangekyō—powerful, but overuse caused strain.
Gu Qiu had asked the system.
The answer was simple: Pika-Itachi would not go blind.
With his aptitude—
Eternal Mangekyō was inevitable.
Perhaps even the Rinnegan.
Something even canon Itachi never awakened.
But that future depended on effort.
Relentless effort.
Pika-Itachi tightened his grip on the ninja blade Gu Qiu forged.
Then silently moved deeper into the trees for solo training.
And then the system notification rang.
[Ding! Nearby Pokémon in danger detected: Ralts.]
[Rescue Mission Activated.]
[Proceed to designated location and save Ralts.]
[Reward: Ralts' Favorability, 100,000 Poké-dollars, 10 Mid-Level Psychic Energy Cubes.]
Gu Qiu's pupils shrank.
"Ralts?"
A Shiny Ralts?
Or just a normal one?
It didn't matter.
Every trainer who entered the Pokémon world had a dream.
A Psychic Queen.
But that dream wasn't about possession—it was about protection.
It was about protection.
If Ralts was in danger—
He wouldn't hesitate.
"System. Location."
A red directional arrow appeared on his interface.
Gu Qiu didn't think twice.
"Frogadier."
"Move."
Chakra surged through his legs.
He launched forward.
Not walking. Not running. Rushing.
If he was even a second late, he might regret it forever.
Deep in the forest—
A small purple-haired figure stumbled.
And the hunters closed in.
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