Misty threw the Poké Ball with all her strength, her short denim overalls riding up even higher on her smooth, toned thighs as she arched her back. The motion made her tiny yellow crop top stretch tight across her perky breasts, the fabric clinging to every soft curve and hinting at the faint outline of her nipples beneath.
That dramatic pose, that explosive energy—it looked like an elite Trainer about to unleash her ace.
Red light flashed.
An orange-red Goldeen with a sharp horn appeared on the lobby floor.
It stared with dull, dead-fish eyes, mouth opening and closing uselessly.
Then it spat out a tiny puddle of water.
After that, Goldeen flopped onto its side, tail slapping pathetically against the tiles, trying desperately to flip itself over like any normal fish out of water.
The scene was painfully awkward.
Jessie, James, and Meowth tilted their heads in perfect unison.
Silence.
Then—
"Pfft… Hahahahaha!!!"
Jessie burst out laughing first, clutching her stomach so hard her massive breasts bounced heavily inside the tight white Team Rocket jacket, the buttons straining dangerously with every heaving laugh. Her plump thighs jiggled in those high heels as she nearly lost her balance.
"I thought it was some powerful ace! Turns out it's just a stupid fish flopping around on dry land?" She laughed until tears streamed down her cheeks, her full, heavy chest jiggling wildly.
James wiped away his own tears of laughter and pointed at the still-flopping Goldeen. "This can be called a battle Pokémon? I could kick it across the room just by walking over!"
Even though Misty's move was comical, it bought precious time.
"Alright, Misty."
Yuuto's calm voice came from behind her.
He stepped forward and gently pressed down on her still-raised arm, his fingers brushing the soft skin of her bare midriff.
"You and Big Sister Delia leave through the back door right now and find Officer Jenny to report this." His tone left no room for argument. "Leave the rest to me."
"Oh~ Then be careful~" Misty quickly recalled Goldeen, her short shorts riding up again as she twisted. "We'll bring Jenny back fast!"
She grabbed Delia's hand, turned, and ran toward the back passage of the Pokémon Center, her tight little ass swaying with every hurried step.
Seeing the two girls safely heading away, Nurse Joy let out a small sigh of relief. But then she looked at Yuuto even more nervously, her glossy white-stockinged legs shifting as she stood protectively in front of him. The sheer fabric shimmered, hugging every curve from her thick thighs down to her delicate ankles.
"Mr. Yuuto, you should leave too! This place is too dangerous…"
"Nurse Joy, please step back to safety."
Yuuto didn't turn around, just waved a hand calmly.
At the same moment, his Aura had already spread silently, locking onto a certain little yellow fellow resting in the treatment area.
Pikachu's small face turned serious instantly.
It hopped lightly off the charging bed and, using its tiny size and yellow fur for camouflage, slipped silently along the shadows of the wall toward the lobby…
Back in the main hall, the Team Rocket trio had finally laughed themselves out.
Jessie brushed her long, bright-red hair back with a dramatic flip, her enormous breasts jiggling inside the tight uniform. "Hmph, let the little girl run if she wants. Our target is the Pokémon anyway."
She glanced at Yuuto and sneered, her plump red lips curling. "What, kid? You want to play hero? You really think you can stop us all by yourself?"
Yuuto took two calm steps forward, standing right in front of the small puddle Goldeen had left.
He looked at the trio with steady eyes.
"Yes. Now it's my turn."
"You?" James raised an eyebrow, sizing him up while cracking his knuckles.
"What tricks do you have? Don't tell me you're gonna release another flopping fish too? Hahaha!"
"I don't have any Pokémon right now."
Yuuto's words stunned all three of them.
"Huh?"
"I'll stop you with my own body," Yuuto continued in that perfectly calm tone, a hint of deliberate humor in his voice.
After a brief, stunned silence—
"Hahahahahah!!!"
An even louder explosion of laughter erupted.
Jessie laughed so hard she slapped her thick thigh, the soft flesh rippling under her short skirt. "Physical body?! Kid, have you been reading too many manga?!"
"What's with today, meow!" Meowth rolled on the floor in hysterics, tail thrashing.
"First a little girl releases a flopping fish like she's some expert, and now this chuunibyou brat wants to block us with his bare hands!"
"Are all rookie Trainers this hilarious these days?" James wiped tears from his eyes, still chuckling.
Jessie rubbed her aching sides, her heavy breasts bouncing with every breath. "Alright, enough. James, go deal with this crazy kid and show him how cruel the real world is."
"Meowth, let's go collect the Pokémon. Don't disappoint me this time!"
"Leave it to me, meow!" Meowth jumped up, rubbing his paws greedily.
James cracked his neck and squeezed his fists, the joints popping loudly.
He grinned, flashing white teeth, and strode toward Yuuto while striking what he thought was an intimidating stance.
"Heh heh heh… Kid, let me tell you a secret."
James spoke as he advanced. "Your big brother James here trained karate when he was young!"
"Even Jessie doesn't dare underestimate my skills!"
"So if you're smart, you'll get out of the way right now, or else I'll…"
Before he could finish his boast—
Yuuto moved.
No fancy Trainer stance. No dramatic pose.
Just the simplest, fastest, most brutal dash.
"Wha—?!"
James's pupils shrank.
He didn't even see the movement clearly.
One moment Yuuto was standing there—the next a dark blur was right in his face.
The next second, his wrist was clamped in a grip like iron pincers.
James's eyes widened in shock.
That strength was insane—not human at all!
It felt like his wrist had been grabbed by a Machoke. His bones creaked under the pressure.
"You…"
James barely got one word out.
Yuuto used James's own forward momentum, dropped his center of gravity, pressed his shoulder into James's armpit, and with a powerful twist of his waist—
*Bang!!!*
James was flung into the air in a perfect arc and slammed back-first onto the hard lobby tiles.
A scream and a heavy thud rang out together.
The impact was brutal—James felt his organs shift, his vision blacked out, and he nearly passed out on the spot.
But Yuuto wasn't done.
His movements were fluid and merciless.
The instant James hit the ground and curled up in pain, Yuuto dropped a knee onto his chest, pinning him, and chopped his right hand like a blade straight into James's carotid artery.
James's eyes rolled back. The scream died in his throat. His body went completely limp, unconscious.
From dash to wrist lock, shoulder throw, and finishing chop—the entire sequence took less than three seconds.
Fast. Precise. Ruthless.
Not a single wasted motion.
Jessie and Meowth, who had only taken a few steps, froze mid-stride.
The laughter was still frozen on their faces, but their eyes were wide with pure disbelief.
They slowly turned their heads in unison.
They looked at James sprawled on the floor in a pathetic starfish position, foaming at the mouth.
Then they looked back at Yuuto, who had already stood up, casually brushed his hands, and wore the same calm expression as before.
The lobby fell into dead silence.
Only the smell of ozone and the three smoking "charcoal" figures on the ground proved what had just happened.
Nurse Joy's pretty mouth hung slightly open, staring in complete shock, her white-stockinged thighs pressed tightly together in stunned awe.
And in Yuuto's ear, the crisp system chime rang out right on time.
[Ding!]
[Protect the Pokémon Center mission completed!]
[Mission reward: Silver Powder ×1 — stored in system space!]
[Nurse Joy Family Favorability +10]
[Officer Jenny Family Favorability +10]
[Pokémon: Pikachu — Lv.13 → Lv.14!]
Mission done. Defeating James, Meowth, and Ekans had pushed Pikachu up another level.
At that exact moment, the sharp wail of police sirens screamed closer from outside.
Tires screeched.
Then came the sound of hurried footsteps.
"Don't move! Hands up!!!"
A clear, stern female voice rang out.
Followed by the crisp *click* of a gun being chambered.
Yuuto turned his head.
At the entrance stood an Officer Jenny—short deep-blue hair, heroic and beautiful in her tight police uniform, gun raised with both hands and aimed straight at him.
"You've got the wrong person, Jenny! It's not him, it's…" Misty scanned the room and spotted the Team Rocket trio already sprawled on the floor like burnt toast.
"It's these three… but it looks like Yuuto already took care of them."