Ch.194 How Can There Be a Pokémon as Cute as Porygon?

Sender: Masamichi Yaga

Content: December 24, after sunset.

Suguru Geto will launch a terror attack codenamed "Night Parade of a Hundred Demons."

Locations: Tokyo's Shinjuku, crucible of curses, and Kyoto, holy ground of jujutsu.

Geto's side claims they'll unleash over a thousand curses in both spots, ordering an indiscriminate "slaughter."

A summons is hereby issued to all Japanese sorcerers. Those receiving this, report to Alliance HQ or the Tokyo Branch by December 24. The Jujutsu Alliance will wage a "total war" to purge Suguru Geto, the vilest curse user, once and for all.

"Unexpected, yet makes sense?"

Akira mused, swiping through other messages and emails.

Two main chunks:

One, routine check-ins from family and friends—plus a note from Hiei, the Grand Priestess of Heaven's Eye, asking him to reach out post-mission.

The other, all about Geto's "Night Parade" mess.

Earliest trace: December 22. Geto and his core crew stormed Tokyo Jujutsu High HQ, declaring war in front of Yaga and Gojo.

Gojo pinged Akira right after—drop everything, get back fast.

Hours later, a follow-up: Geto might've timed it, so watch yourself. Tokyo's covered by him and Yaga.

Gojo's take matched Akira's.

Unexpected? Another Special Grade in the Gojo camp—same tier as Geto—and he still pulls this? Guy's not tired of living?

Makes sense? To nab Rika Orimoto, the curse queen ceiling, Geto had to lure Akira and Gojo away from Yuta Okkotsu with a distraction.

"Night Parade" or Special Grade missions—all for that.

The mission wasn't fake—Jujutsu HQ's ties with the Alliance wouldn't let them forge it for Gojo over the Alliance.

Geto was biding time, waiting for the perfect shot.

Akira hit the mountain December 10; Geto held off till December 24—same as the prequel timeline—to confirm Akira was MIA.

Those random missed calls? Probably Geto probing.

Without Akira—a Special Grade who could brawl and juggle fronts—Geto could go all-in.

Gojo's a beast, but he's one guy.

Yuta, the youngest Special Grade, got overshadowed by the other two—seemingly "unworthy."

No better time to strike.

If Akira were Geto, he'd roll the dice too.

The longer it drags, the slimmer the odds.

Akira and Yuta are leveling up; Geto's got no rookies that hot. He's in the same boat as the old guard, kinda.

Thing is, he didn't know Yuta—though outshined by Akira—trained harder than in canon.

More crucially, Akira's ripple effect on Tokyo High and the Gojo faction ran deep.

Even yanking Akira and his main Pokémon out, Geto wouldn't win.

Doesn't mean Akira's slacking in Hokkaido, though.

This is Geto's all-out war—"Hundred Demons" in name, thousands in truth. A massive clash no small-scale sorcerer duel could touch.

Over 7,000 curses total—minus the hundreds Akira smoked last time, still 6,000+. That's an XP haul.

Gardevoir and Darkrai could hit max level; the rest could climb past 50, evolving to final forms.

An XP jackpot like that? Akira's not missing it—he'd been hyped for this day. Only by stomping Geto could he near Gojo's league.

No more leaning on others—just his own power, dominating an era.

Plus, the Pokémon memes on that XP pile.

The jujutsu world's future, his curiosity and duty to the Pokémon civ mystery—all tied to this.

And one worry lingered.

Big chaos breeds big openings. Geto's stirring the pot to fish in it.

If he can, who else?

Tokyo Branch and Gojo's crew have more foes than just Geto.

Would someone strike the still-growing baby squad in the mess?

Or target Mirinmei or other non-combatants?

Friends get the benefit of the doubt; enemies get max malice in Akira's book.

So, the plan's clear.

"Porygon, head back first. Ping me if anything's up—I'll send your siblings to back you."

Gotta say, a Pokémon that can punch through the net? Priceless.

Porygon didn't just meet expectations—it dropped a bombshell.

Duck head wobbling, it flared bright—not screen-glitch dazzle, but evolution's glow.

Unlike most, Porygon's evo skips levels for data patches. It'd lingered in the console, slurping evolution fuel.

Patch loaded, program updated—evo time.

In the light, its sharp edges smoothed out, flipping from hard angles to plush curves.

Stats spiked too—data sea swims, collection, and processing all slicker.

Now Porygon2, its evolved form.

The round body hopped back into Akira's phone, leaving a screen message:

"Leave it to me, Master."

Porygon2 dove deep into the data sea, tracks churning.

Then—evolution light flared again, shape shifting.

This "greedy" data Pokémon knew its role from birth, seizing its shot.

Sticking in the hub till the end, it snagged not just one evo patch, but a wild second one too.

A feat only a few—like Gold's Togepi or Gary's Squirtle—pulled off!

Double evolution!!

Second round didn't tweak style much.

Less redesign, more restructure—duck to sea lion vibes, data handling jumping another tier.

Seconds later, it shed Porygon2 for a new name: Porygon-Z.

As the form locked in, Akira's screen pinged anew:

"I won't let Master down."

This scene? Even the pickiest Trainer would gush:

"How can there be a Pokémon as cute as Porygon?"