Pokemon: Bounty Hunter Chapter 249 249: The Team Finally Takes Shape and the Discus

Silas once again struggled to crawl out from beneath Togekiss, holding his sore waist.

Why did it feel like this little one had grown fonder of physically overpowering him since evolving?

His gaze unconsciously shifted to the last move on its move list.

So that's why you learned Body Slam, huh.

Togekiss fluttered its wings, floating leisurely in midair.

The feeling of being bigger was quite nice—its field of vision was completely different now.

A 66% success rate—not bad.

Silas refocused his attention on the data screen provided by Unit Zero.

Togekiss's potential had upgraded from the Elite level to Pseudo-Champion.

Out of the three high-quality Evolution Stones he used, two had succeeded.

Of course, based on experintal data, the normal success rate should never have been that high—what happened with Ampharos was more typical.

But when his Snivy evolved into Servine in the Miracle Garden, there had been so external assistance.

As for Togekiss, its potential had already been, by Silas's estimation, close to Pseudo-Champion from the start.

Not every Elite-level Pokémon could improve so quickly.

As for that dense list of moves… well, that was exactly Togekiss's defining feature—its coverage was broader than even most starter Pokémon.

If Togekiss were rely rare, it wouldn't be nearly so popular among trainers.

"Hmm, looks like I can keep the Pokéblock formula using Wiki Berries and Roseli Berries,"

Silas said with satisfaction as he reviewed Zero's data.

Even though he had expected this, it still felt good to confirm it.

He glanced around the room at his playful Pokémon, realizing how fast ti had flown—his team had finally taken shape.

Silas's Current Team:

Pidgeot, Elite Potential, Level 57 (Pseudo-Elite),

Held Item: Scope Lens (Increases critical-hit ratio)

Blaziken, Champion Potential, Level 55 (Pseudo-Elite),

Held Item: Charcoal (Boosts Fire-type moves by 10%)

Gigalith, Elite Potential, Level 51 (Pseudo-Elite),

Held Item: Smooth Rock (Extends the duration of Sandstorm)

Serperior, Pseudo-Champion Potential, Level 48 (Advance),

Held Item: Miracle Seed (Boosts Grass-type moves by 15%)

Togekiss, Pseudo-Champion Potential, Level 44 (Advance),

Held Item: King's Rock

Ampharos, Elite Potential, Level 34 (Advance),

Held Item: Magnet (Boosts Electric-type moves by 15%)

Aerial, ground-based, lee, ranged, support while the lineup wasn't exactly what Silas had initially envisioned (specialized across all fields), the synergy between these six Pokémon was even better than expected.

The only thing missing was a reliable Water-type partner but Silas wasn't in the mood to go diving anyti soon.

After all, both humans and most Pokémon were far more accustod to land than the sea.

Even if none of his six Pokémon's potential changed, once they fully realized their strength, Silas estimated that he'd be around the level of a Regional Elite Four mber.

If it didn't work out in Kanto, no problem — there were other regions to compete in.

Such cases were rare, but not unheard of.

And besides, Silas was confident his Pokémon wouldn't stagnate where they were.

Of course, there was a deadly precondition: investnt.

Even now, Silas looked at his six Pokémon as though they were literal mountains of gold and that wasn't an exaggeration.

Even though he used his resources with extre precision, the base costs were still unavoidable.

For example, just the two new held items he bought for Pidgeot and Gigalith had noticeably shrunk his wallet.

"How's the new body treating you?" Silas asked Togekiss with a smile.

"Toge-kiss~"

Togekiss bobbed its little head—pretty good! Flying felt much easier now, though maneuvering in this small room was a bit tricky.

Silas scratched his head and looked around—yeah, that was fair.

Out of the six Pokémon, only Ampharos and Blaziken were close to human size.

The others were large, and took up plenty of space.

Fortunately, the League had anticipated that problem each trainer's room was expanded using spatial technology, so they weren't exactly cramped.

"The next preliminary match is five days from now. Want to go out and relax a bit?" Silas suggested.

All six Pokémon perked up their ears imdiately — even Gigalith stirred from its rocky resting state.

Silas quickly sent a ssage to Yezo, letting him know he'd be busy for the next four days.

Then, turning back to his eager team, he raised an eyebrow.

"Well? What are you waiting for? Let's go!"

The six Pokémon cheered, each one expertly pressing the button on its Luxury Ball, transforming into red light and returning to storage.

Silas minimized each Poké Ball, clipped them onto his belt, and left the room.

"The sixth preliminary match, Field E, Position 8 — scheduled for 2:00 PM.

All trainers, please arrive at least 30 minutes in advance."

Silas took his ti finding the assigned field.

He had to admit taking his Pokémon out for a break really worked wonders.

Their energy and spirit were completely refreshed.

"E8, E8…" he muttered as he followed the signs.

When he arrived at the battlefield, his opponent was already seated in the preparation area.

Silas froze for a second.

"Ethan Walsh, current ranking: 572nd.

Main Pokémon: Blastoise, Golduck, primarily Water-type."

The information flashed through his mind instantly.

Silas hadn't studied the lower-ranked trainers as thoroughly as those in the top 200, but with his photographic mory, recalling their data wasn't hard.

"…Is my luck really that bad?"

He almost began doubting himself.

Since Togekiss evolved, it could no longer draw lots for him — those wings weren't ant for delicate tasks.

This ti, he'd done the draw himself.

And the very first ti he picked personally, he landed an opponent way stronger than his previous five matches.

What a coincidence.

Ethan's face darkened slightly when he saw Silas. His luck was clearly no better.

He had done his research too — he knew exactly what kind of strength Silas possessed.

"Guess I can't afford to lose the next few rounds," Ethan muttered.

He was already planning how to proceed after losing this match.

Typically, a trainer needed at least nine wins in the preliminaries to guarantee a main tournant slot; eight wins ant waiting on the League's selection.

So while ensuring qualification was the priority, concealing strength was also key — after all, most trainers here weren't just aiming for entry.

They wanted to advance further.

Especially trainers like Ethan, who were mid-ranked they couldn't afford to send out their ace Pokémon every ti.

Once an ace's entire move pool and strategy were recorded, defeating stronger opponents would beco much harder.

Silas, however, was one of the rare trainers whose Pokémon grew stronger even during the preliminaries.

"Still… it's not like he'll necessarily use those Pseudo-Elite Pokémon," Kashiwagi thought.

He wasn't completely without hope.

The two exchanged polite nods, both deep in thought.

Soon, as the previous battle ended, they stepped onto opposite ends of the battlefield under the referee's gaze.

"The match between Silas Alaric of Viridian City and Ethan Walsh of Steelport City is about to begin!

Trainers, please send out your Pokémon!"

The referee waved his flag.

"Go, Blastoise!"

"Go, Pidgeot!"

Both trainers threw their Poké Balls at once.

Silas's expression remained calm this was all according to plan.

It was ti for Pidgeot to gain so battle experience again.

Ethan, on the other hand, sighed quietly.

His Blastoise, his ace, hadn't appeared in the earlier matches.

He had hoped to save it, even against a Blaziken, he could rely on type advantage.

But clearly, Silas wasn't giving him that chance.

Well, that was only natural. Who wouldn't want a ten-win streak straight into the main event?

Ethan steadied himself.

The odds of victory were low, yes but giving up was never an option.

"Blastoise, use Rain Dance!" he commanded.

A rain strategy, huh? Silas thought. Heavy rainfall would indeed reduce Pidgeot's aerial mobility, and soaked feathers could make things a little troubleso.

However… it was a poor choice.

Silas calmly watched as Blastoise launched a glowing orb into the sky.

When dark clouds gathered over the battlefield and light raindrops began to fall, he finally gave his first command: "Pidgeot, use Hurricane."

Under rain—or heavy rain—Hurricane would never miss.

Ethan licked his lips. He wasn't even trying to conceal his strength, was he?

As a powerful Flying-type special move, even among quasi-Elite Pidgeot, very few could master Hurricane. Showing it off in a qualifying match was basically revealing one of his trump cards.

If Silas knew what his opponent was thinking, he would've been speechless.

He didn't bother thinking that far ahead.

The reason was probably their difference in age.

Ethan Walsh was already twenty-nine—his strength and talent were neither top-tier nor weak. For him, every step mattered, every decision served a larger plan.

Silas, on the other hand, was more than ten years younger. He didn't have to worry about such things—he only needed to perform and improve.

He had plenty of room for trial and error. As long as he didn't make any huge mistakes, everything else was trivial.

His goal was simple—to keep winning. And even if he lost, he wanted to lose spectacularly.

A powerful gust began to form across the battlefield, and the rain intensified under the effect of Hurricane, shrouding the arena in mist.

Pidgeot flapped its wings, sending the storm, laden with rainwater, roaring toward Blastoise.

The sheer force of it drew the attention of the trainers spectating nearby.

"Protect!" Ethan ordered sharply.

A green barrier shimred into existence around Blastoise, blocking the raging winds.

"Air Slash," Silas countered without hesitation.

If the opponent used Protect to take a defensive stance, that only ant Silas would have ample opportunities to go on the offensive.

If it were him, he might have had Blastoise use Hydro Pump in the rain to see if it could blast straight through Hurricane—the cannons on its back weren't for show, after all.

"Pidgeot~!"

Pidgeot gave a sharp cry, crossing its wings before slashing downward. Seven or eight nearly invisible blades of air shot rapidly toward Blastoise.

As they passed through the rain, they carved visible vacuum trails in the air.

"Iron Defense, then Rapid Spin, and withdraw into your shell!"

Ethan commanded. His Blastoise executed the entire sequence in an instant, as if it were second nature.

How many tis had they practiced that? The onlookers couldn't help but wonder.

It wasn't mockery—they were genuinely impressed.

Blastoise's specialty was defense—using its tough shell to endure attacks and then counter. The sheer precision and fluidity of that combo showed just how much effort both trainer and Pokémon had put in.

As Air Slash after Air Slash slamd against Blastoise's shell with deep, resonant thuds, Silas frowned slightly.

This was troubleso. Pidgeot wasn't particularly suited for brute-force assaults—and the tactics used by real-life raptors against turtles didn't apply here. At least, real-world turtles didn't shoot water.

The Blastoise rocked back and forth under the impact of the attacks, but held firm.

Pidgeot was beginning to tire—swinging its wings to generate air blades was physically taxing.

"Agility, then Wing Attack," Silas ordered.

The surrounding trainers cheered at his quick thinking.

Blastoise, belly pressed flat against the ground and shell facing upward, was in an extrely stable position.

But if it were flipped, its shell facing down like a bowl and its belly exposed, its balance and mobility would be drastically reduced.

That was just biology—it wasn't easy for such a body shape to right itself.

However, not everyone agreed with Silas's approach.

"That won't work," one trainer muttered from the crowd. "Even with recoil or spin force, any well-trained Blastoise can recover from that. The guy's no rookie."

A man standing in the corner watched the battle calmly. "Let's see," he said to his companion. "A real prodigy like him wouldn't make a aningless move."

His friend chuckled softly, clearly dismissive of the nearby spectators.

Pidgeot's large form glowed white as it cut a dazzling line through the rain, closing in on Blastoise in a heartbeat.

Ethan didn't move, silently watching Silas and Pidgeot.

Bang!

With a powerful strike of its wings, Pidgeot's speed and force lifted the heavy Blastoise off the ground.

The shell wobbled midair, spinning lazily as though gravity had no hold on it.

"Rapid Spin!"

"Aerial Ace!"

Both trainers gave their commands simultaneously—clearly having anticipated this mont.

Whoosh—!

The spinning shell accelerated violently, flinging off droplets of water that hissed as they cut through the air.

It looked completely unnatural, spinning continuously in midair.

anwhile, after launching Blastoise skyward, Pidgeot suddenly climbed higher, then, under Silas's command, perford a 180-degree turn to dive beneath it.

The sheer speed was breathtaking—the white streak of Aerial Ace cut through the rain like a glowing reverse C.

Thud!

Pidgeot, no smaller than Blastoise itself, ramd directly into the shell. The impact sent Blastoise flying even higher.

Ethan's expression darkened. Rapid Spin did let a withdrawn Blastoise move, yes—but it wasn't exactly known for its mobility.

Horizontal movent was impressive enough. Vertical movent, though? That wasn't spinning anymore—that was flying.

Up in the air, Blastoise was completely helpless.

"The sky will always belong to Flying-types," Silas murmured. "Especially birds."

"Tailwind—don't let it touch the ground!"

He commanded Pidgeot again.

Blastoise, as a starter Pokémon, was incredibly versatile—strong both on land and in water.

But using Rapid Spin while airborne was a critical mistake. At least, that's how Silas saw it.

Maybe Pidgeot's sheer strength had exceeded Ethan's expectations; normally, a Blastoise could use Rapid Spin just above the ground to evade or counterattack effectively.

But Pidgeot—barely half its weight—had sent it three ters into the air. That was unbelievable.

Regardless of what the trainers thought, the battle raged on. But Blastoise's stamina was clearly fading fast.

Pidgeot flapped fiercely beneath it, whipping up winds that both damaged Blastoise and prevented it from landing.

The twin Hydro Cannons slowly erged from the shell—proof that Blastoise was at its limit.

"Finish it—Hurricane!"

Silas gave the final order.

Ethan could only sigh in resignation.

"Pidgeot~!"

Pidgeot let out a piercing cry as it circled rapidly, generating a towering tornado that engulfed Blastoise, spinning it endlessly within.

When the wind and rain finally stopped, a sowhat weary Pidgeot stood tall, wings spread wide.

Before it lay Blastoise—limp, its head and limbs now extended from its shell, eyes swirling.

"Blastoise is unable to battle! The winner is Silas Alaric from Viridian City!"

The referee promptly declared the result.

The surrounding trainers applauded, honoring both competitors for a spectacular match.

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