"Do I need to fight this new champion of the Galar League?"
Lance asked coldly, his voice carrying a hint of indignation.
To him, it felt as though these people were outright underestimating him.
What was this supposed to mean?
Did they think he couldn't beat some upstart who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere?
"Alright, alright, let's get back on topic," interjected Goodshow. His short stature and jovial demeanor made him resemble a kindly Santa Claus, but his tone sought to diffuse the growing tension in the room. In truth, it felt more like he was steering the conversation away than returning to the main issue.
"Lance, tell us about this new Team Rocket member you've discovered. Are there any specific points of concern?"
Though Lance knew this was an attempt to redirect his attention, he drew a deep breath and decided to indulge the elder statesman.
"He's very young, probably just over ten years old. Judging by his performance, his formal training career likely isn't long, and his skill level is around that of a regular Gym Leader. However, his coordination with his Pokémon is exceptional. In time, he will undoubtedly become a significant threat."
"He has a Beedrill—one that's stronger than my Dragonite," Lance added after a brief pause, though the admission pained him.
The revelation that someone had a Pokémon more powerful than Lance's Dragonite caused a ripple of astonishment among the League's senior officials.
"Wait a minute," Lorelei interjected, catching onto an inconsistency. "Didn't you just say his skill level was only at the Gym Leader level? How does that align with him having a Beedrill stronger than your Dragonite?"
"At least one of his Pokémon, a new type of Eevee evolution, matches that description," Lance explained, his voice tinged with growing clarity as he pieced things together.
"The level gap between that Eevee and the Beedrill is massive. While it's normal for a trainer's team to have some disparities in strength, the difference here is too great."
"So, either that Beedrill is his true mainstay, and the Eevee is newly trained, or…"
Agatha, the shrewd champion, interjected.
"That Beedrill isn't his at all," she concluded, her experienced intuition allowing her to zero in on the truth.
"I'm inclined to believe the latter," Lance stated firmly.
"Well, that's a relief," remarked a representative of the Joy family, visibly relaxing.
"If a ten-year-old had a Pokémon stronger than Lance's Dragonite, that would be absurd."
"Hmph, don't celebrate so quickly," Lance scoffed, his tone laced with disdain.
"More concerning than his Pokémon is his arsenal of bizarre contraptions."
Lance then meticulously recounted his entire encounter with "Joker," describing every detail of their battle.
"Gloves that shoot webbing?"
Bruno murmured in confusion.
"A device that disables Poké Balls?"
Lorelei asked, raising a skeptical brow.
The entire room exchanged bewildered glances. None of them had ever heard of such things.
"The web-shooting gloves are one thing, but that controller…"
Agatha said, her voice trailing off thoughtfully.
"Based on what you've described, it can lock Poké Balls in their shrunken state, rendering them unusable. Is that correct?"
"Exactly," Lance replied through gritted teeth. The memory alone made him clench his fists.
"Can't our Pokémon just break free from inside the Poké Balls?"
Bruno suggested.
"Idiot," Lorelei snapped.
"While your Pokémon are busy breaking out, the enemy could already have launched their attack."
At her sharp retort, Bruno quickly realized the gravity of the situation. He envisioned a battle scenario against Team Rocket. If they used such a device to lock down his Poké Balls, even a fraction of a second's delay would be enough to decide the outcome. For ordinary trainers, whose Pokémon lacked the strength to break out, the situation would be even more dire.
"This is extremely dangerous," Agatha summarized grimly. Even for a veteran like her, the implications of such a device were chilling.
"Did Joker invent this thing?"
Goodshow asked, his voice trembling slightly.
"If he's not lying, then yes," Lance replied.
"But regardless of whether he invented it or not, we can be sure that Team Rocket will use it extensively in the future."
The room fell silent. Even Lance, proud as he was, admitted the controller's potential for havoc. After a moment, he stood up.
"Lance, where are you going?"
Bruno asked instinctively.
"To train," Lance replied curtly.
Before coming to this meeting, Lance had tested the feasibility of a countermeasure. His Pokémon could break out of a locked Poké Ball in half a second, but throwing the ball to a safe distance took an additional second. Worse, ensuring the throw didn't endanger his Pokémon required more time, often up to two seconds.
That was far too long.
To counter this troublesome device, Lance resolved to intensify his training. He needed his Pokémon to perfect their control, breaking free with precise force and speed, ideally in under a second.
For most trainers, such expectations would be laughably unrealistic. But Lance was no ordinary trainer. He was determined to overcome this challenge.
"That's the only thing we can do for now," Goodshow said with a heavy sigh.
"Notify the Gym Leaders and Officer Jennys to exercise greater caution when dealing with Team Rocket."
This last directive, though addressed to everyone, was aimed at Lorelei. Her attitude toward Team Rocket was as unrelenting as Lance's, if not more so. If Lance was a firebrand like an erupting volcano, Lorelei was an iceberg, chillingly methodical in her approach.
Goodshow genuinely feared she might overreach.
Lorelei, with her arms crossed and legs elegantly crossed in black stockings, glanced away without a word, her expression unreadable.
Noticing the empty chair beside her, she raised a brow.
"Where's that guy?" she asked, referring to the absent fourth member of the Elite Four.
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