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he knowes pokemon more than i know _Chapter_089_en
Chapter 89
Chapter 89: Brock's Bizarre Adventure
2024-05-15 Author: Samsung Charmander
"..."
Brock felt a bit disheartened by the situation, yet there was also a hint of secret pride. It was a contradictory feeling.
He tried pushing the large door behind him.
It wouldn't budge.
No way out. He couldn't just huddle here like a night elf, could he?
Brock swallowed hard and began to walk cautiously into the room to gather information.
"Is no one here?"
He had waited for quite a while before returning to the training ground.
But now, on the Battle Arena, there was nothing but a single, ornate, empty chair.
Sabrina herself was nowhere to be found.
Seeing this, Brock grew bolder and threw out his Poké Ball.
"Come on out, Zubat."
A flash of red light, and an eyeless Zubat perched on his shoulder.
"I'm counting on you. Use Supersonic to find the exit."
Brock instructed in a low voice.
Hearing this, Zubat opened its mouth and sent out an invisible sound wave, mapping the entire layout of the Saffron Gym.
"Screech."
Soon, it got a response and began flapping its wings to indicate a direction.
Brock was delighted at the sight and blurted out.
"gkd, gkd."
The moment he said it, his expression froze, a look of confusion on his face.
After all, "gkd" wasn't exactly a polite term, yet for him, now a Sage, it had rolled off the tongue so smoothly?
"Could it be? Was a part of my memory sealed away...?"
Over the past few days, Brock had faintly sensed that something was wrong with his mind.
His gaze immediately deepened, his eyelids lowering a few more millimeters.
But this was hardly the time to ponder such things. Brock could only suppress his curiosity and start moving in the direction Zubat indicated.
The Saffron Gym was far more luxurious than the Pewter Gym. Nearly every corridor and room was splendid and brilliant, vast and spacious.
Considering Saffron City had the highest real estate prices in the entire Kanto Region, one could imagine Sabrina was a second-generation heiress from an old-money family.
"Huh?"
Just then, a room caught his attention.
Brock walked in subconsciously.
It was a room for what looked like a collection of toys, filled with many Pokémon dolls.
Brock even saw a Pidgeotto doll, flanked by a Caterpie doll on its left and a Weedle doll on its right, looking quite content.
"Ash's Pidgeotto, and his Butterfree?"
Because next to them was a special Pink Butterfree doll, which was very easy to recognize.
However, among the many Pokémon dolls, there was also a Human doll.
It looked like a middle-aged woman with her long hair tied up, a graceful face, and a very gentle appearance.
"Trapped since she was a Trainer all the way until she became an adult? How tragic."
Brock silently speculated.
But in the next second, the female doll suddenly moved. Its plush eyes turned to look at Brock, which was rather creepy.
"Are you an outside Trainer?"
It spoke with an uncanny voice.
After a brief moment of shock, Brock regained his composure.
In his Sage state, he wasn't particularly afraid of such supernatural things.
Besides, the voice wasn't scary; it was filled with a mother's gentleness.
"Hello, I am Brock. I just flew from—"
The two engaged in a round of Dragon Language Communication.
"Please forgive my daughter... sigh."
Having learned the whole story, the doll let out a helpless sigh.
Daughter? Sabrina? She turned her own mother into a doll?
This piqued Brock's interest. He casually grabbed a small stool and gestured for her to begin her story.
"Know your enemy and know yourself." Understanding Sabrina thoroughly might be the key for Ash to defeat her next time.
Seeing that someone was willing to listen, the middle-aged woman doll began to ramble on, recounting the stories of the past few years.
"Actually, two years ago, Sabrina was still a normal girl..."
"...aside from having Psychic Powers far beyond ordinary psychics, disliking closeness with outsiders, and having an extremely high IQ—besides these unremarkable traits, she was no different from a normal person."
Brock: "..."
He furrowed his brow, signaling the middle-aged woman to continue humblebragging about her daughter.
"But everything changed two years ago."
Two years ago, an organization called the Rainbow Group established itself in Saffron City, even using unknown methods to occupy the Silph Co. Building.
Its sphere of influence quickly began to spread throughout the entire city.
As the Gym Leader of Saffron City, Sabrina naturally became their primary target.
Outsiders might not know what the Rainbow Group was, but anyone even slightly involved knew that the Rainbow Group was actually a subordinate organization of Team Rocket.
Either submit, or be eliminated.
These were the two choices Team Rocket gave Sabrina.
What use was great Psychic Power?
How could an individual's strength possibly stand against powerful capital?
It was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot—utterly self-destructive.
But with Sabrina's personality, she was clearly unwilling to submit to Team Rocket. She chose a third path.
"Feigning madness...?"
Brock's breath caught as he interjected.
Inwardly, an expression of great admiration appeared on his face.
Indeed, Team Rocket wouldn't care about a person who was powerful yet rational, because such a person would be full of weaknesses.
But a powerful, raving lunatic who recognized no one...
If Team Rocket wanted to make a move, they would have to carefully weigh the pros and cons.
Who knew if Sabrina might one day charge straight into Team Rocket Headquarters and blow up the building along with herself?
By doing this, even the Saffron Gym had become a ticking time bomb.
Don't you touch me. The moment you do, I could go off at any time!
Brock's eyelids unconsciously drooped a few more millimeters as he said leisurely:
"So that's why there's a stalemate in Saffron City now, with the Rainbow Group and the Saffron Gym each occupying one side...?"
Huh, that's not right!
Brock thought of something.
Feigning madness was just a cover, but Sabrina's earlier expression, like that of a Demon God, was clearly serious. It didn't seem like she was playing around at all.
And Nurse Joy had also said that many Trainers who entered the Saffron Gym were never seen coming out.
It was as if they were devoured, bones and all.
Or was Sabrina really just a Veteran Actor?
"Heh, Sabrina's idea was good, but how could Psychic Power be so easily controlled?"
To deceive Team Rocket by feigning madness, she couldn't just be superficially crazy.
Plus, psychics are already halfway to being mental patients.
Over time, even Sabrina herself no longer knew if she was truly mad or just pretending.
Simply put, she took it too far.
A second personality was born—one that was cold, ruthless, and recognized no one.
But her good side was still there. At worst, she would only turn others into dolls, not take their lives.
"And then my husband would secretly Teleport the defeated Trainers out."
The middle-aged woman doll explained.
Of course, Sabrina wouldn't be soft on spies from the Rainbow Group. For example, the Fighting Dojo next door to the Saffron Gym was set up by the Rainbow Group to test her.
In the end, she balled up the entire place, land and all, and threw it out of Saffron City.
Brock nodded. So the man who used Teleport earlier was Sabrina's father?
It seems he's her biological father. One was one meter away, the other two meters, yet they both completely ignored him.
"So the key to all of this is the Rainbow Group?"
Brock furrowed his brow. In his Sage state, while he couldn't claim to have the Buddha-like dauntless spirit of cutting off his own flesh to feed a Braviary, he was still a righteous Gym Trainer.
If he could resolve the incident in Saffron City, it would be a meritorious deed.
So right now, he had to inform Ash.
But before he could find a phone to send a message to the outside world...
He heard a familiar and chilling voice from behind him.
"Hee hee."
Brock whipped his head around. Sure enough, it was that Doll, floating eerily in mid-air.
Sabrina was nowhere in sight, which allowed him to breathe a sigh of relief. After all, the Pressure she exuded was too intense.
"Hee hee. You're the handsome Pokedex's servant. Stay and play with me~"
A blue light flared up around the Doll as it let out a terrifying laugh.
Brock didn't dare hesitate. He backhanded the Pidgeotto doll.
"Take this Pidgeotto!"
"Vmmm—"
A blue light of Telekinesis easily trapped the Pidgeotto doll in mid-air.
*Swoosh!*
Immediately after, the Doll used Teleport. Its shimmering blue eyes met Brock's deep ones from across the space.
"Hee hee. Stay and play with me~"
Its Telekinesis was in no way inferior to Sabrina's, and it instantly immobilized Brock completely.
*Thump!*
The next second, Brock was turned into a lifeless doll.
Only this time, the eyes on the doll's face had finally squinted back into a thin line.
Its color was dark, its expression resolute. It stood unmoving on the ground, its fingers held in the gesture of holding a flower.
It looked just like a certain mysterious Eastern mythical character called "Dizang Wang".
"But... this is enough."
The corners of Dizang Wang Brock's mouth merely curved up slightly, and instantly, boundless Buddhist light filled the air...
At the Pokémon Center, Ash and Misty were squatting to one side, conflicted.
Should they go to the Saffron Gym, or should they go to the Saffron Gym?
Misty frowned and said:
"If only Brock were here. He always has... an understanding of these things."
Ash chimed in, "Yeah, yeah, Brother Red is never any good at this."
Red: "..."
Just as he was about to come out and offer some guidance, he shrank back.
Hmph.
"Screech!"
Just then, a hoarse screech from a distance caught their attention.
Ash looked up and saw an eyeless Zubat.
"Whoa, is that Brock's Zubat?"
"He must be stuck and trying to send us a message with his Zubat!"
The two looked at the Zubat with expectant faces, but it just let out a series of random "screeches."
Ash didn't have a Bond with it, so he couldn't really understand.
"Screech..."
After screeching for a long time, an idea suddenly struck the Zubat. It swooped down and tapped Ash on the waist.
Ash scratched his head in confusion and said:
"What's up? My back is great, not like that guy Gary who's always complaining about his."
Zubat: "?"
This is so Troublesome for a bat.
(end of chapter)
2024-05-15 Author: Samsung Charmander
"..."
Brock felt a bit disheartened by the situation, yet there was also a hint of secret pride. It was a contradictory feeling.
He tried pushing the large door behind him.
It wouldn't budge.
No way out. He couldn't just huddle here like a night elf, could he?
Brock swallowed hard and began to walk cautiously into the room to gather information.
"Is no one here?"
He had waited for quite a while before returning to the training ground.
But now, on the Battle Arena, there was nothing but a single, ornate, empty chair.
Sabrina herself was nowhere to be found.
Seeing this, Brock grew bolder and threw out his Poké Ball.
"Come on out, Zubat."
A flash of red light, and an eyeless Zubat perched on his shoulder.
"I'm counting on you. Use Supersonic to find the exit."
Brock instructed in a low voice.
Hearing this, Zubat opened its mouth and sent out an invisible sound wave, mapping the entire layout of the Saffron Gym.
"Screech."
Soon, it got a response and began flapping its wings to indicate a direction.
Brock was delighted at the sight and blurted out.
"gkd, gkd."
The moment he said it, his expression froze, a look of confusion on his face.
After all, "gkd" wasn't exactly a polite term, yet for him, now a Sage, it had rolled off the tongue so smoothly?
"Could it be? Was a part of my memory sealed away...?"
Over the past few days, Brock had faintly sensed that something was wrong with his mind.
His gaze immediately deepened, his eyelids lowering a few more millimeters.
But this was hardly the time to ponder such things. Brock could only suppress his curiosity and start moving in the direction Zubat indicated.
The Saffron Gym was far more luxurious than the Pewter Gym. Nearly every corridor and room was splendid and brilliant, vast and spacious.
Considering Saffron City had the highest real estate prices in the entire Kanto Region, one could imagine Sabrina was a second-generation heiress from an old-money family.
"Huh?"
Just then, a room caught his attention.
Brock walked in subconsciously.
It was a room for what looked like a collection of toys, filled with many Pokémon dolls.
Brock even saw a Pidgeotto doll, flanked by a Caterpie doll on its left and a Weedle doll on its right, looking quite content.
"Ash's Pidgeotto, and his Butterfree?"
Because next to them was a special Pink Butterfree doll, which was very easy to recognize.
However, among the many Pokémon dolls, there was also a Human doll.
It looked like a middle-aged woman with her long hair tied up, a graceful face, and a very gentle appearance.
"Trapped since she was a Trainer all the way until she became an adult? How tragic."
Brock silently speculated.
But in the next second, the female doll suddenly moved. Its plush eyes turned to look at Brock, which was rather creepy.
"Are you an outside Trainer?"
It spoke with an uncanny voice.
After a brief moment of shock, Brock regained his composure.
In his Sage state, he wasn't particularly afraid of such supernatural things.
Besides, the voice wasn't scary; it was filled with a mother's gentleness.
"Hello, I am Brock. I just flew from—"
The two engaged in a round of Dragon Language Communication.
"Please forgive my daughter... sigh."
Having learned the whole story, the doll let out a helpless sigh.
Daughter? Sabrina? She turned her own mother into a doll?
This piqued Brock's interest. He casually grabbed a small stool and gestured for her to begin her story.
"Know your enemy and know yourself." Understanding Sabrina thoroughly might be the key for Ash to defeat her next time.
Seeing that someone was willing to listen, the middle-aged woman doll began to ramble on, recounting the stories of the past few years.
"Actually, two years ago, Sabrina was still a normal girl..."
"...aside from having Psychic Powers far beyond ordinary psychics, disliking closeness with outsiders, and having an extremely high IQ—besides these unremarkable traits, she was no different from a normal person."
Brock: "..."
He furrowed his brow, signaling the middle-aged woman to continue humblebragging about her daughter.
"But everything changed two years ago."
Two years ago, an organization called the Rainbow Group established itself in Saffron City, even using unknown methods to occupy the Silph Co. Building.
Its sphere of influence quickly began to spread throughout the entire city.
As the Gym Leader of Saffron City, Sabrina naturally became their primary target.
Outsiders might not know what the Rainbow Group was, but anyone even slightly involved knew that the Rainbow Group was actually a subordinate organization of Team Rocket.
Either submit, or be eliminated.
These were the two choices Team Rocket gave Sabrina.
What use was great Psychic Power?
How could an individual's strength possibly stand against powerful capital?
It was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot—utterly self-destructive.
But with Sabrina's personality, she was clearly unwilling to submit to Team Rocket. She chose a third path.
"Feigning madness...?"
Brock's breath caught as he interjected.
Inwardly, an expression of great admiration appeared on his face.
Indeed, Team Rocket wouldn't care about a person who was powerful yet rational, because such a person would be full of weaknesses.
But a powerful, raving lunatic who recognized no one...
If Team Rocket wanted to make a move, they would have to carefully weigh the pros and cons.
Who knew if Sabrina might one day charge straight into Team Rocket Headquarters and blow up the building along with herself?
By doing this, even the Saffron Gym had become a ticking time bomb.
Don't you touch me. The moment you do, I could go off at any time!
Brock's eyelids unconsciously drooped a few more millimeters as he said leisurely:
"So that's why there's a stalemate in Saffron City now, with the Rainbow Group and the Saffron Gym each occupying one side...?"
Huh, that's not right!
Brock thought of something.
Feigning madness was just a cover, but Sabrina's earlier expression, like that of a Demon God, was clearly serious. It didn't seem like she was playing around at all.
And Nurse Joy had also said that many Trainers who entered the Saffron Gym were never seen coming out.
It was as if they were devoured, bones and all.
Or was Sabrina really just a Veteran Actor?
"Heh, Sabrina's idea was good, but how could Psychic Power be so easily controlled?"
To deceive Team Rocket by feigning madness, she couldn't just be superficially crazy.
Plus, psychics are already halfway to being mental patients.
Over time, even Sabrina herself no longer knew if she was truly mad or just pretending.
Simply put, she took it too far.
A second personality was born—one that was cold, ruthless, and recognized no one.
But her good side was still there. At worst, she would only turn others into dolls, not take their lives.
"And then my husband would secretly Teleport the defeated Trainers out."
The middle-aged woman doll explained.
Of course, Sabrina wouldn't be soft on spies from the Rainbow Group. For example, the Fighting Dojo next door to the Saffron Gym was set up by the Rainbow Group to test her.
In the end, she balled up the entire place, land and all, and threw it out of Saffron City.
Brock nodded. So the man who used Teleport earlier was Sabrina's father?
It seems he's her biological father. One was one meter away, the other two meters, yet they both completely ignored him.
"So the key to all of this is the Rainbow Group?"
Brock furrowed his brow. In his Sage state, while he couldn't claim to have the Buddha-like dauntless spirit of cutting off his own flesh to feed a Braviary, he was still a righteous Gym Trainer.
If he could resolve the incident in Saffron City, it would be a meritorious deed.
So right now, he had to inform Ash.
But before he could find a phone to send a message to the outside world...
He heard a familiar and chilling voice from behind him.
"Hee hee."
Brock whipped his head around. Sure enough, it was that Doll, floating eerily in mid-air.
Sabrina was nowhere in sight, which allowed him to breathe a sigh of relief. After all, the Pressure she exuded was too intense.
"Hee hee. You're the handsome Pokedex's servant. Stay and play with me~"
A blue light flared up around the Doll as it let out a terrifying laugh.
Brock didn't dare hesitate. He backhanded the Pidgeotto doll.
"Take this Pidgeotto!"
"Vmmm—"
A blue light of Telekinesis easily trapped the Pidgeotto doll in mid-air.
*Swoosh!*
Immediately after, the Doll used Teleport. Its shimmering blue eyes met Brock's deep ones from across the space.
"Hee hee. Stay and play with me~"
Its Telekinesis was in no way inferior to Sabrina's, and it instantly immobilized Brock completely.
*Thump!*
The next second, Brock was turned into a lifeless doll.
Only this time, the eyes on the doll's face had finally squinted back into a thin line.
Its color was dark, its expression resolute. It stood unmoving on the ground, its fingers held in the gesture of holding a flower.
It looked just like a certain mysterious Eastern mythical character called "Dizang Wang".
"But... this is enough."
The corners of Dizang Wang Brock's mouth merely curved up slightly, and instantly, boundless Buddhist light filled the air...
At the Pokémon Center, Ash and Misty were squatting to one side, conflicted.
Should they go to the Saffron Gym, or should they go to the Saffron Gym?
Misty frowned and said:
"If only Brock were here. He always has... an understanding of these things."
Ash chimed in, "Yeah, yeah, Brother Red is never any good at this."
Red: "..."
Just as he was about to come out and offer some guidance, he shrank back.
Hmph.
"Screech!"
Just then, a hoarse screech from a distance caught their attention.
Ash looked up and saw an eyeless Zubat.
"Whoa, is that Brock's Zubat?"
"He must be stuck and trying to send us a message with his Zubat!"
The two looked at the Zubat with expectant faces, but it just let out a series of random "screeches."
Ash didn't have a Bond with it, so he couldn't really understand.
"Screech..."
After screeching for a long time, an idea suddenly struck the Zubat. It swooped down and tapped Ash on the waist.
Ash scratched his head in confusion and said:
"What's up? My back is great, not like that guy Gary who's always complaining about his."
Zubat: "?"
This is so Troublesome for a bat.
(end of chapter)
