Funeral

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"Ho!"

Mihashi staggered backward, clutching his chest as blood poured from his mouth. He struggled to speak, but only incoherent sounds escaped his lips as his life ebbed away.

"Apologies, I thought he was going to attack, so I had Charmeleon take action," Tyson said, stepping forward. His voice was calm, though tinged with an undertone of mock remorse. "This was a judgment error on my part, and I am willing to accept any punishment."

Matsuno turned to him, his expression unreadable. "It doesn't matter," he said curtly. "You're still young, and such mistakes are... understandable. No harm has been done."

He paused, glancing at Mihashi's lifeless body on the ground. A flicker of satisfaction crossed his face before he continued. "You were instrumental in apprehending this criminal. I'll make sure your contribution is appropriately acknowledged. For now, though, I have a favor to ask. Please take Officer Jenny's Pokémon to the Pokémon Center for treatment. I'll handle the aftermath here."

"Understood." Tyson nodded without hesitation. With a silent command to Kadabra, he activated Teleport, whisking himself and Jenny's Pokémon to safety, leaving Matsuno and Jenny alone at the scene.

Tyson's mind was already spinning with thoughts. Matsuno was no ordinary trainer. His strength and poise pointed to someone tied to the League's inner circles, perhaps a high-ranking officer or a covert operative.

Tyson had observed him carefully, analyzing his behavior and mannerisms. This was part of his own undercover training—learning to identify allies and threats while avoiding detection. Despite Matsuno's stern demeanor, Tyson believed he had found a valuable connection.

His actions tonight, including stepping in to eliminate Mihashi, were calculated. He knew Matsuno wouldn't reprimand him harshly for taking out a criminal, and the move had already earned him respect.

"Matsuno! What about Bob, Ross, Ooka, and Kazuo?" Jenny's voice trembled with desperation as she called out to him. Her eyes were red, her expression hollow, clinging to the last shreds of hope.

Matsuno turned, his gaze cold. "They're dead. All of them. And it's because of your incompetence, Jenny. Their sacrifices were in vain because of your mistakes."

Jenny recoiled as if struck. Matsuno's words cut deeply, but there was no denying the truth behind them.

"You were once an officer full of drive and passion," Matsuno continued, his voice laden with disappointment. "But now, you're a liability. Your carelessness has cost the lives of your comrades. This town deserves better."

"I will report this incident accurately, including your failures. And my advice to you, Jenny, is simple: resign. Quit being a police officer before your actions lead to more unnecessary deaths."

Matsuno turned on his heel, leaving Jenny standing outside the station, her world crumbling around her.

Tears streaked down Jenny's face as she sank to her knees in front of the police station. Her once-bright spirit felt extinguished, replaced by a deep well of grief and guilt.

Tyson approached her quietly, his Kadabra by his side. His voice was soft but firm as he spoke.

"I've heard what happened. The funeral for your comrades will begin soon. I know you'll face hostility if you attend, but I believe they'd want you there to see them off. Everything they did before their passing was to protect you, Jenny. They'd want you to honor their sacrifice by continuing forward—not giving up."

Jenny looked up at him, her dull, tear-streaked eyes finding a spark of determination once more. "I'll go," she whispered hoarsely.

Tyson escorted her to the funeral, using Kadabra's Teleport to arrive promptly. The ceremony was already underway, and the air was heavy with sorrow.

When Jenny appeared, a ripple of cold disdain passed through the gathered officers, though none voiced their displeasure outright, respecting the solemnity of the occasion.

Tyson handed her a white flower. "Go ahead," he said gently.

Jenny approached the graves with unsteady steps, her tears flowing freely. She knelt, placing the flower before the tombstones, her lips moving in silent apologies and prayers.

Standing at a respectful distance, Matsuno watched her. His gaze was unreadable, but there was no mistaking the approval in his eyes as he turned to Tyson.

The young trainer had proven himself more than capable—not only through his strength but through his understanding of others. Whether it was his swift action against Mihashi, his guidance to Jenny, or his composed presence at the funeral, Tyson had shown qualities Matsuno deeply respected.

"An impressive young man," Matsuno thought to himself as he observed Tyson. "One to keep an eye on."

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