"Inside this Poké Ball is a Weedle. Here is a guide on how to train it. If you put in the effort, Weedle will soon evolve into Beedrill and become battle-ready. There are also other common Pokémon training methods included, making it easier for you to capture and train more Pokémon in the future."
"These are three empty Poké Balls and a communicator. My contact information is stored inside."
"I will not interfere with what you do from now on, nor will I ensure your survival. Every month, I will provide you with a set amount of resources. If it's not enough, find a way to get more yourself."
"Remember this: I have given you everything you need. How far you go depends on you alone. Do not expect me to save you if you encounter danger."
"Bear in mind, you already owe me two lives."
After spending less than a day preparing all necessary resources, the cloaked figure was ready to release Amon into the world.
"I understand. Once I have avenged myself, I will serve you with my life."
Accepting the hope for his future rise, Amon declared his determination.
The cloaked figure had no worries about whether Amon harbored hidden thoughts. With Gardevoir by his side, reading Amon's mind was effortless.
"I look forward to that day. For now, I shall take my leave. The road ahead is yours to walk."
"Yes, sir!"
The moment Amon bowed his head, Gardevoir activated Teleport, vanishing with the cloaked figure.
"I will become stronger—strong enough to be your right hand. Rest assured, that day will come soon."
Without lifting his head, Amon whispered respectfully.
For the first beacon of light in his life after his parents' departure, for the person who had granted him power, Amon had made his decision—he would repay the debt with his life!
"Phew, finding capable people is exhausting. But who knows, maybe I really will have a strong subordinate in the future."
Removing the black cloak and dropping his disguise, Ron revealed his true face.
For a long time, Ron had wanted to establish his own force. However, due to the League and Team Rocket both keeping a close eye on him, he had never had the opportunity.
Who would have thought that, by chance, he would stumble upon a promising talent in this remote village?
If Amon had the talent of a trainer and could maintain the right mindset, he might truly rise to prominence. When that day came, Ron's ambition of forming his own organization would finally have its first member.
The resources he provided to Amon weren't much in his eyes. If they could be exchanged for a loyal and competent subordinate, it would be worth it.
The only issue was that Ron had chosen a hands-off approach. Who knew how Amon would change by the next time they met?
After all, human hearts were the most unpredictable and ever-changing.
However, Ron wasn't too concerned. As long as he remained strong enough, even if Amon developed other intentions, he could easily deal with him.
Storing away the black cloak he used for disguise, Ron figured he might need it again in the future.
Now that he had gained his first potential subordinate, he realized he should pay more attention to the people he encountered in the future. There might be others with outstanding talents who could be recruited into his yet-to-be-established organization.
After all, if protagonists in novels could do it, there was no reason he couldn't.
Having made up his mind, Ron started pondering a name for his organization. He couldn't have people calling him the "Cloaked One" forever.
After much thought, he finally came up with a fitting name: Dragon.
Though it felt like he was borrowing someone else's name, Ron believed his upcoming endeavors closely resembled that legendary figure. It wasn't about wanting to be some rubber man's father.
After cleaning up the traces of his presence, Ron set out in search of Pokémon Hunters or poaching groups.
To completely erase Bruno's suspicions, Ron needed to prove himself further.
Only once Bruno fully abandoned his surveillance would Ron be free to capture and train new Pokémon in secret while scouting talent to build his organization.
For now, he was limited to searching in small villages.
Although he had found a potential asset in Amon, such individuals were too rare, and their loyalty was uncertain.
Seated in his office, Bruno carefully reviewed reports on Ron's movements. After reading through them, he stood up and headed to the training room.
Nothing seemed to have changed. Ron remained the same as before. But for some reason, Bruno couldn't shake a feeling of unease, which was why he had kept the surveillance active for so long.
However, given the current situation, as he had predicted, surveillance would be lifted in no more than half a month. The reason? Ron's increasing strength.
A quasi-Elite Four-level trainer was an absolute powerhouse when full-fledged Elite Four members were unavailable. Moreover, Ron was exceptionally talented.
Unless concrete evidence surfaced against him, the League had to afford him due respect. Powerful trainers would never tolerate being monitored constantly.
Besides, every strong trainer had their own secrets. If they discovered the League was spying on them, they might defect.
Now that Ron had reached quasi-Elite Four strength, he deserved that level of freedom.
In fact, if not for Bruno's suspicions, the surveillance would have been lifted the moment Ron reached this level. By persisting, Bruno was already pushing the limits of his authority.
Unfortunately, as a reincarnator, Ron was unaware of any of this. Even his supposed mentor, Bruno, never mentioned it to him. As a result, Ron had begun hunting down Pokémon Hunters to "prove his innocence."
If the slain Pokémon Hunters knew this, they would probably come back as ghosts to demand answers from Bruno.
"Machamp, Finger Pistol: Evening Elephant!"
Deep in a vast forest, a massive crimson elephant foot suddenly materialized, crushing down on a hunter and his Pokémon.
The Pokémon Hunter, who was only at the High Elite level, barely had time to utter a well-known curse before being flattened by the attack.
Even though his Pokémon used Protect, it stood no chance against a full-force strike from a quasi-Elite Four-level Machamp.
Gathering intel, submitting missions, looting resources—Ron had become highly proficient in this entire cycle.
Verifying information, updating records, registering reports—the forest ranger headquarters staff processed Ron's submissions with equal efficiency, preparing material for their next official bulletin.
Reaching out to contacts, scouting locations, setting up informants—the quasi-Elite Four Pokémon Hunters regarded Ron with a mix of fear and admiration as his power continued to grow.
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