Johan-Sensei’s True Colors Revealed!

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"Seismitoad, use Mud Shot!"

A rough, bellowing voice rang out from the Sharpedo submarine.

Moments later, clumps of mud shot straight toward Ninetales.

At the same time—

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The Sharpedo submarine rapidly launched several small submersibles, scattering in different directions to escape.

"Oowoo~~"

A haunting, ethereal cry echoed through the air.

Snowflakes began to swirl as a biting blizzard howled across the ocean's surface.

Ice crystals spread across the water, and the incoming Mud Shots turned into frozen clumps, crashing into the ice with dull thuds.

The howling blizzard threatened to freeze everything in its path.

"S-So strong…"

A member of the International Police, riding a water scooter toward the battlefield, gulped nervously.

He realized he could abandon the scooter and just walk on the frozen sea.

In his earpiece—

Johan's voice came through.

"Close the net!"

"Yes, sir!"

The officer instinctively straightened his back and saluted, even though Johan couldn't see him.

It wasn't just the International Police—

The Pastoria City Police, led by Officer Jenny, had also arrived from all directions, surrounding the Pokémon hunters.

However—

The hunters were strong.

Not all of them had been frozen by Ninetales. Some were still fighting back.

And—

Not all of those escaping in the mini-submarines had been stopped.

"Dammit! They're getting away! Eight o'clock direction!"

"Twelve o'clock direction!"

"Three o'clock direction!"

Clearly—

Those escaping via mini-subs were likely the key figures of the Pokémon hunter syndicate.

"I'll handle the eight o'clock group," Anabel said, pressing her earpiece while riding Metagross.

"Metagross!!"

With a flash of blue light, Metagross extended its psychic energy toward the fleeing submersible.

At twelve o'clock—

Aaron, dressed in a deep red suit, stood atop his Bronzong with a helpless sigh.

"Bronzong, Trick Room!"

Hummm—

A spatial distortion spread outward.

Aaron adjusted his glasses, sighing again.

"I just came to read some books… How did I get roped into this?"

More importantly—

How do you say no to Johan-sensei's request?

Damn it, Flint. I won't forget this grudge!

"Bronzong, Psychic!"

Meanwhile, Flint—

Was still rowing a tiny fishing boat toward the fight.

At three o'clock—

"Finally, our turn!" Aaron grinned and tossed out a Poké Ball.

A gleaming red Scizor landed on the frozen battlefield.

But as soon as the battle began—

Aaron's expression shifted entirely.

His voice became sharp and commanding:

"Scizor, Close Combat!"

—

Johan clicked his tongue in admiration.

"Wow… Reliable, aren't they?"

Seeing Sinnoh's three future Elite Four members and its future Champion all engaged in battle—

Johan couldn't help but feel sorry for the Pokémon hunters.

Even if they got thrown into jail, this would be a story they could brag about.

"Yeah, back in my day, it took Sinnoh's entire Elite Four and Champion to take me down."

Instant street cred in prison.

However—

Even the tightest net has holes.

"Four o'clock! Fast-moving target!!"

A mini-sub was intercepted—

But instead of stopping, it self-destructed!

A massive Sharpedo burst from the water.

And riding its back—

"HAHAHAHA!! You think you can catch me?! Not in this lifetime!"

A brawny, scarred man leapt onto the Sharpedo's back.

With a burst of Aqua Jet, he shot forward, rapidly gaining speed.

It was an Accelerate Sharpedo!

And—

He was the leader of this Pokémon hunter syndicate!

Johan frowned.

That shouldn't be possible. There should be someone else…

Then—

He realized.

Flint!

He was still rowing her tiny boat toward them.

Because they had tried to avoid causing too much of a disturbance, they had let the Sharpedo sub get too far out.

And these Pokémon hunters—

Had zero team spirit.

The moment things went south, they all ran for their lives.

Cynthia noticed the situation and called over Garchomp.

"I'll handle it," Johan said, taking a deep breath.

An Accelerate Sharpedo…

Garchomp might struggle to keep up in the short term.

And if Sharpedo dove underwater, Cynthia would be at a disadvantage.

Cynthia looked at Johan for a moment before pressing her lips together and nodding.

"Be careful."

She swiftly withdrew Milotic and shoved the Poké Ball into Johan's hand.

"It'll help you."

Johan nodded, accepting the Poké Ball without argument.

Then, with a swift motion, he recalled his Pokémon and leapt onto Dragonite's back.

"Ka-kaah!"

Gengar whacked Gyarados on the head before flying over to Johan.

Alright, big guy! I'm leaving you in charge—I'll be back!

"RAAAARRGH!!"

Go get 'em, boss!

Johan turned to Cynthia.

"I'm leaving this to you—stay safe."

Cynthia simply tied her hair up, flashing a confident smile.

"Don't worry."

Johan suddenly felt bad for the Pokémon hunters.

He remembered—

How Cynthia had single-handedly wiped out an entire army.

Leaving her here…

Was just giving her an excuse to go all out.

Johan patted Dragonite, tightened his grip, and took a deep breath.

"Dragonite, Dragon Dance! Extreme Speed!"

…Would he survive this?

After all—

According to Professor Oak, Dragonite could circumnavigate the Earth in 16 hours.

"Oowoo~~"

Dragonite's eyes sparkled with excitement.

Finally! A chance to show Johan real speed!!

With an explosive flap of its wings—

Dragonite shot forward, its massive body barely slowing it down.

Garchomp, watching from below—

Cracked its knuckles.

A low, metallic grinding sound echoed through the air.

Its expression…

Was somewhere between rage and pure battle lust.

Oh? Another one dancing in front of me?

Johan barely heard Cynthia's command before—

The screams of Pokémon hunters echoed from below.

They danced in front of Garchomp…

They paid the price.

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With Dragon Dance, Agility, and Extreme Speed stacked, Dragonite tore across the ocean, leaving massive waves in its wake.

Johan's grip tightened.

For a moment—

He forgot to be scared of the speed.

Pokémon hunters were—

The purest embodiment of evil in this world.

They captured, sold, and abused Pokémon for profit.

Johan had spent years treating Pokémon with psychological trauma, and many cases had been caused by hunters like these.

The more he learned—

The more he hated them.

This wasn't just about Vulpix and Indeedee.

This was for every Pokémon who had ever suffered at their hands.

"If I let you escape—"

"I will never forgive myself!"

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Meanwhile, the Pokémon hunter leader laughed wildly.

"HAHAHAHA!!"

"You think you can catch me?! IDIOTS!"

By having his men scatter, he had torn a hole in the net.

"This capture attempt is a joke!"

Holding onto Sharpedo's dorsal fin, he kept accelerating.

But then—

He felt it.

A chilling, murderous intent creeping up behind him.

He whipped his head around—

His pupils shrinking in terror.

"IMPOSSIBLE!!"

Johan was already right behind him.

Dragonite smirked.

Where do you think you're going?!

"Dragonite—Thunder!"

BZZZZZZZZZT!!

A golden bolt of lightning slammed into Sharpedo and its rider.

"SHIT!!"

The hunter leader screamed as electricity surged through him.

He barely had time to recover before—

Red light flashed.

Ninetales landed on the frozen ocean.

Ice spread across the water.

And one by one—

Johan's Pokémon surrounded him.

Gengar, Tinkaton, Kubfu, Charcadet, Milotic…

Johan stepped forward, adjusting his glasses.

"This area… is a no-escape zone."

The hunter leader shuddered.

Johan-sensei's true colors…

Had been exposed.

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