Capítulo 98: Chapter 98
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When Dak arrived at the Marine base, he found the situation to be more chaotic than he had anticipated.
Fletchling were pecking at a Marine's head.
Ekans hatchlings were slithering into a Marine's pants in search of their kin.
Some Marines were getting poisoned and collapsing, foaming at the mouth while trying to cuddle Nidoran hatchlings.
Far away, a young Onix was gnawing at the walls of the Marshal's office.
A newly born Rhyhorn was rampaging across the plaza.
A Phanpy calf gently swung its trunk, sending a trainer who tried to cuddle it flying.
An energetic Elekid was swinging its arms rapidly, discharging electricity all around.
Dak even saw some familiar faces.
For instance, Smoker was trying to prevent his Koffing from releasing gas; Hina was proudly showing off her Meowth; T-Bone was attempting to communicate with a Wimpod.
The scene was utterly chaotic, and Dak could hardly bear to watch.
"It's got nothing to do with me."
Dak looked around, shaking his head at the beleaguered Marines.
He had warned Sengoku and his group early on: each species of Pokémon has its own temperament, and with so many Pokémon hatchlings born at once, chaos at Marineford was inevitable.
However, it seemed.
These prospective trainers appeared to be very responsible and patient individuals, enduring their Pokémon's antics without losing their tempers or thinking of giving up. They were all brainstorming ways to better get along with their Pokémon.
Zephyr and Kuzan had made good choices.
"Dak, what do we do now?"
At that moment, Kuzan, who had noticed Dak's arrival, came up to him.
Kuzan was already sweating profusely, looking completely flustered; he would have preferred chasing after Whitebeard instead.
"Get some tasty food, drinks, toys, and such—treat them like human babies for now, then adapt based on the unique traits of each Pokémon."
Raising Pokémon hatchlings isn't an exact science; it's a necessary path.
Anyone who has raised Pokémon hatchlings has had to go through this torturous process. Over time, most Pokémon quickly grow and become more stable, though a few may become increasingly unreliable.
This change is most noticeable during Pokémon evolution; sometimes, evolution can significantly alter a Pokémon's personality.
Gulpin evolving into Swalot, Slakoth into Vigoroth—these are classic examples of evolution changing personalities.
Then, led by a messenger, Dak entered a secluded room.
Inside, he could see all the people he had taught busily at work.
Each member of the science team had a computer in front of them, rapidly registering the newly born Pokémon hatchlings into a database.
Then the logistics team, using this database and the information previously collected from the Pokédex, prepared some potentially useful items.
Lastly, the biology team delivered these items to the respective trainers, instructing them on how to care for their specific Pokémon hatchlings.
Overall, things were orderly.
However, the knowledge these people possessed wasn't extensive, so their efforts were somewhat rudimentary.
When they saw Dak arrive, they all looked relieved.
Dak spent the entire day in that room, answering questions and watching as people recorded the information he provided on their computers.
Every Pokémon species had its own file.
Just as Dak had expected, as soon as they got their hands on the Pokédex, they compiled all the information into a system.
As for now, that Pokédex was probably gathering dust in the Marshal's office or somewhere else.
The only valuable information in the Pokédex was about Pokémon; besides that, it was just a symbol of 'VIP' status, with no other use.
Dak wondered if Sengoku would let someone else study the Pokédex.
He hoped not.
By doing so, the Marines would gain nothing of value apart from some useless items, and they would lose their 'VIP' symbol for nothing; there was no such thing as reissuing that status with Dak.
If they wanted to regain 'VIP' status, they'd have to spend another hundred million Belly.
If not, they could just watch others enjoy the benefits.
By evening, Dak decided to leave.
He knew that even by night, Marineford wouldn't calm down.
Previously, some Marines were proud of how well-behaved and quiet their Pokémon were. Dak glanced at them and thought to himself that those Pokémon weren't quiet; they were just too tired.
Nighttime was when they became active.
But this was none of Dak's concern; he had already returned to his room to catch up on some sleep.
Over the next few days, Dak did nothing else but focus entirely on nurturing Gardevoir and Mismagius.
Monet and Gardevoir got along very well, seemingly already cuddling together at night like sisters.
Monet and Gardevoir seemed to be able to communicate simply.
As for Sugar and Mismagius, progress was slow.
Although Sugar was eager to build a good relationship and Mismagius didn't mind responding, their compatibility just wasn't very good, so progress was slow.
But this wasn't a big deal, especially since Sugar was still young, and Mismagius had at least a few thousand years of life ahead.
As long as they didn't reject each other, they would eventually become trusted partners.
However, the relationship between Gardevoir and Mismagius was a bit complicated.
Dak now possessed psychic abilities, so he could automatically translate the conversations between Gardevoir and Mismagius.
Once, Gardevoir and Mismagius had a brief exchange.
Gardevoir: "Sister sure is noble."
Mismagius: "What are you pretending to be, a saint?"
Gardevoir: "sob~ sob~, how can sister say such things~"
Mismagius: "You make me sick, you're not worth speaking to."
Dak: "?"
Dak was initially baffled and began to doubt his psychic abilities.
It seemed unlikely that Mismagius would know the term 'saint'; perhaps she had said something similar, and Dak's brain had automatically translated it.
However, in Dak's eyes, both Gardevoir and Mismagius were good kids, from their first impressions to his vague psychic perceptions.
Would such children talk like this?
Thus, Dak often eavesdropped on their conversations afterward.
It's unclear whether Gardevoir sensed Dak's psychic abilities and realized he could overhear their conversations, but they generally refrained from interacting in front of him afterward.
Yet, Dak still sensed from their usual interactions that the relationship between the two Pokémon might not be so good.
But it wasn't bad either.
To say they loved and hated each other might be an overstatement, but it was somewhat like the early dynamics between Zoro and Sanji in the original story.
Dak didn't interfere in this relationship; perhaps letting it develop might lead to a wonderful bond between the two Pokémon.
Dak thought nothing unexpected would happen in the next few days, and he just needed to quietly wait for the day of the exhibition match.
But, unexpectedly, something did happen.
Inside the Hatchery House branch.
"Your entrance is quite unique."
Dak raised an eyebrow at Karasu, who was gradually materializing from ash, floating in bit by bit.
It indeed didn't draw much attention, at least the Marines hadn't noticed, but it was incredibly slow.
Dak waited about twenty seconds on the spot before the man fully formed his figure.
"Sorry for the wait, Manager Dak."
The bald man with a metal beak spoke in a gloomy voice.
This man was Crow, the army commander of the Revolutionary Army's Northern Army, though his identity hadn't been exposed by the World Government yet, and few knew of him in the great seas.
The beak he wore was actually an amplifier; Crow's voice was very soft, so he usually wore an amplifier because he hated people commenting on his quiet voice.
He had been polite, contacting Bon Clay who was out alone before coming here.
Bon Clay relayed the message, leading to today's meeting where Dak waited for him at the branch.
"Since you know my name, you should also know the rules here, right?"
Dak didn't beat around the bush.
At this time, the forces seeking out the Hatchery House, besides for Pokémon, what else could it be for?
Especially a force like the Revolutionary Army, Dak could guess their purpose without even thinking: to leverage Pokémon's power to more smoothly and effectively carry out their operations against the World Government.
"Of course, we don't abandon comrades in arms; you can trust that," Karasu replied confidently.
Dak had no doubts about that.
Dak knew little about Monkey D. Dragon; from the information he had, he respected what the man aimed to achieve but questioned his character.
When he read in the newspaper about 'Sabo killing Cobra', he had said, "If Sabo really killed King Cobra, no matter the reason, I will not forgive him."
Shouldn't a normal person trust their comrade first?
After so many years of fighting against the World Government, didn't he know their favorite tactics?
After fighting together for so many years, didn't he know whether his top officers could do such a thing?
There was no evidence yet, just a mention in the newspaper and he was already shouting?
The saying goes, "Don't employ doubtful people, don't doubt the people you employ." If he didn't trust him, why promote him to second in command of the organization?
To think this is a leader of an organization, commanding countless people's loyalty?
Even someone like Doflamingo, a scoundrel pirate, continued to trust Rosinante until his true nature was completely exposed.
Oda gave this man a grand and mysterious background, but didn't sculpt a matching character for him; not to mention others, even on the global character popularity poll, Kanjuro ranks higher than this guy, which says something.
As for other members of the Revolutionary Army, they were as Karasu described; even in places like Mary Geoise, they didn't abandon their comrades and resolutely began planning to rescue Bartholomew Kuma.
Thus, selling Pokémon to the Revolutionary Army was possible.
Monkey D. Dragon, however, was not.
The most important thing between trainers and Pokémon is trust.
(End of Chapter)
Capítulo 99: Chapter 99
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"This is two hundred million Belly."
Karāsu shook his great cloak, from which a massive amount of banknotes began to fall.
Dak had no idea where such a large amount of money could have been hidden, perhaps Karāsu's Devil Fruit had some capabilities not revealed in the original story.
"Two hundred million?"
"A hundred million Belly's worth of eggs, plus a Pokédex."
"It seems you came well-prepared."
Dak nodded his head.
It appeared that the Revolutionary Army had figured out the pricing of the Pokémon eggs and the function of the VIP Pokédex and had brought just the right amount of Belly, not more, not less.
As for how these people came by this information, it was very likely the Navy, or within the Whitebeard group, had members from the Revolutionary Army. The Whitebeard group, always mired in the New World, had no need to engage in surveillance.
"Who will take this Pokémon egg?"
"I will."
"Alright."
Dak nodded again, saying no more.
He had bought an egg for 5,000 Mystery Coins at the Magical Marketplace, then retrieved a black Pokémon Pokédex and handed it over together with the egg.
The Pokémon egg was black, and it was uncertain what type of Pokémon would hatch from it; typically, eggs of this color were either Ghost or Dark type.
"By the way, Mr. Dak, I heard you were looking for this."
Karāsu took the Pokémon egg and the Pokédex into his cloak, then extended his gaunt hand.
In his pale hand, he held a gourd-shaped fruit, grayish-white in color.
"A Devil Fruit."
Dak muttered softly.
It seemed that the Donquixote family's recent activities in the underworld were quite noticeable, even the Kaku Army was aware of this news.
"Yes, the Door-Door Fruit. It seems the Donquixote family intends to make a deal with you using this. I wonder if we might also have that possibility."
Karāsu's gaze was eerily somber.
Dak, however, did not sense any malicious intent from the other with his psychic powers; such a gaze might just be Karāsu's natural look, similar to dead fish eyes.
"Hmm."
Dak furrowed his brow, holding his chin in thought.
The Door-Door Fruit was indeed something Dak desperately wanted, his desire for this particular Devil Fruit even surpassing his psychic abilities.
"Although I'm not sure what the Donquixote family wants from you, we're not very interested in that. According to our intelligence, the Navy has a magical token that allows direct access to the main store of the Breeding House, and makes trading processes very convenient."
Seeing Dak hesitate, Karāsu spoke directly of their purpose.
The Pocket Token.
For the Revolutionary Army, doing business at the Breeding House's branch in Water 7 was too difficult, with too many eyes watching.
Even Karāsu had to be cautious, not to mention his other subordinates.
This would make it difficult for them to engage in various large-scale transactions with the Mystery Hatchery House in the future, whether it was transporting a large number of Pokémon eggs to Baltigo or moving a lot of Belly to Water 7, it was too conspicuous.
With a Token, these risks would disappear.
"Oh, this? Here you go."
Dak realized what was going on and immediately took out a jade token to give to the other party.
The Pocket Token was intended for use by these organizational forces, as their transactions would be substantial. The existence of the Pocket Token was to simplify the trading process.
It was not something precious; the system freely distributed them to Dak to give to guests, and Dak always gave them to other guests for free.
However, it seemed that the Kaku Army had not collected this information.
"Thank you."
Karāsu nodded, accepting the jade token, then handed the Door-Door Fruit to Dak.
"It's nothing, it's free."
Dak had no intention of being a greedy merchant, knowing that sooner or later the Revolutionary Army would find out.
Cheating them now would only make them more cautious in future dealings with the Breeding House.
But the Door-Door Fruit was still a must-have.
Karāsu's hand involuntarily tightened around the Door-Door Fruit.
Too bad, it was too late.
Dak had already used telekinesis to move the Door-Door Fruit to his own hand.
Karāsu initially felt a loss, but was quickly distracted by the scene before him.
"Thank you for the generous gift from the Revolutionary Army."
Dak raised his hand, holding the Door-Door Fruit, but he didn't rush to eat it.
He wasn't sure if it was really a Door-Door Fruit. After returning, he would have Robin check it, as Ohara, being the former scholarly holy land, surely had a Devil Fruit encyclopedia, and Robin might recognize what fruit it was.
Karāsu watched as the Door-Door Fruit left his sight, then gave a reminder, "You can't eat two Devil Fruits at the same time, it cause your body to explode."
Despite Karāsu's grim appearance and somber speech, he was a character of integrity.
He was very steady, good at controlling his negative emotions, despised those who bullied the weak, and liked to participate in various volunteer activities to help others. Karāsu thought Dak's psychic powers were a kind of Devil Fruit ability.
"Alright, I understand."
Dak nodded, with no intention of explaining.
"Do you have anything else to say?"
"?"
A question mark appeared above Dak's head.
Wasn't it you who came to me? Shouldn't I be the one to say that?
Dak frowned for a moment, then sensed the other's emotions with his psychic powers.
He understood.
Karāsu felt that losing the Door-Door Fruit was a bad deal and wanted to get something more in return, which was quite normal.
A Paramecia-type Devil Fruit worth several billion Belly just for a free token—who could stand that?
"Have you got this?"
Dak thought for a moment, then took out several tickets.
Those were tickets to a Pokémon performance match; he figured the Kaku Army probably wouldn't be able to openly queue up at the store to buy tickets one by one.
"No."
Karāsu glanced at them and recognized what they were, "We might not have the time."
"If you don't come, you'll definitely regret it."
Dak seemed to have anticipated what Karāsu was thinking, so he spoke up in advance, "On account of the Door-Door Fruit, I'll tell you something else that others don't yet know. This so-called Pokémon Island is actually a world controlled by our Mystery Hatchery House."
".?"
'?' doesn't disappear, it just shifts.
Karāsu frowned at Dak, his mind racing with countless thoughts in an instant.
"The power of Pokémon is boundless, even capable of creating worlds. This Pokémon Island was created by one of the Pokémon from our Breeding House."
"At the performance match, several of our strongest Pokémon will also make a brief appearance to show you the strength and potential of Pokémon."
"The Navy and the Whitebeard Pirates will also be there, as well as Mihawk, Doflamingo, and Morgans. I will also announce some news and future development plans for Pokémon Island."
"If you don't attend, you're not just missing a Pokémon performance match, but falling a whole era behind."
Dak felt this information was enough to exchange for the Door-Door Fruit.
Because this information was priceless, as Dak said, missing this match meant the Revolutionary Army would always be a step behind other forces.
Other forces would get the first-hand news from Dak, make the first preparations, and reap the first benefits.
While the Revolutionary Army would have to rely on their own strength to gather what other forces had done and then belatedly realize there was another way.
It's like the difference between a closed beta and an open beta.
"I understand."
Karāsu, not fully digesting the information yet but recognizing its importance, seriously accepted the tickets from Dak's hand, "Thank you."
"At that time, you can directly enter Pokémon Island through the Pocket Token from the main store; Water 7 is too conspicuous for you."
"Thanks for understanding."
"So, farewell, and welcome back anytime."
Dak nodded, then waved his hand at Karāsu.
Karāsu, without any delay, nodded, transformed into a cloud of ash, and slowly flew out of the branch store towards the distance.
Dak watched as Karāsu completely disappeared and didn't hesitate for a moment to return to the main Breeding House.
"Robin, quick, help me check, what kind of Devil Fruit is this?"
Dak ran to Robin, excitedly handing her the Devil Fruit.
Robin took it and tilted her head in recollection.
"A Paramecia-type, the Door-Door Fruit, I remember. Where did it come from?"
"From the Revolutionary Army, great, I've been looking for this fruit!"
Dak got a definite answer from Robin, and his excitement quickly turned into exhilaration.
"Dak, are you going to eat this Devil Fruit?"
Robin widened her eyes, seemingly surprised.
She thought Dak wouldn't eat any Devil Fruit, as Devil Fruit users became weak and powerless when touched by a certain factor in seawater, unable to use their fruit powers.
This was a significant drawback.
"Yes!"
Dak nodded.
Robin's puzzlement was sensed by his psychic powers, and he guessed what she was thinking.
The power of Pokémon is tremendously vast.
Directly resolving the drawbacks of a Devil Fruit and changing its nature might not be possible, but circumventing these drawbacks through other means was quite simple.
However, Dak didn't immediately explain to Robin but first bit into a piece of the Door-Door Fruit.
The moment the flesh entered his mouth, a strong sourness hit him, along with a strange taste that seeped out through his nostrils.
Dak didn't dare to savor it, swallowing the fruit flesh like a wild boar.
(End of Chapter)
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