Fifth Elite of the Pokemon World

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Shiran stared in shock at Oleander, who staggered back and fell to the ground.

The force, the distance, he had aimed for the area just below the sternum, where the abdominal nerves are abundant. A normal person would be unable to breathe or even spasm from the intense pain of a blow to this area, yet Oleander, after being stabbed, still had the strength to create distance.

Ninetales and Gastly roared in anger and charged at Shiran but a massive column of water struck the path Ninetales was taking, carving a line like a plow.

The splashing water and the rain from the downpour completely blurred the vision of Ninetales and Gastly, and the Air Slash that cut through the water curtain hit both Ninetales and Gastly, forcing the two Pokémon, who wanted to avenge their master, to stop in their tracks.

Rainy Weather, again with the Rainy Weather, do you really want to go against me like this!

Oleander clutched her bleeding wound, curled up, and gasped for breath.

The rainwater was drawn into her nostrils, making her choke uncomfortably, but her willpower kept Oleander from succumbing to the urge to cough.

Any sudden movement now would only tear her wound open.

The three Pokémon gathered together, and Oleander could not command them; they fought relying on instinct and experience against the Mantine, which had the advantage in the Rainy Weather.

Mantine was the last Pokémon Shiran could use. If he wanted to escape quickly, he had to use Mantine. As long as he could hold up this means of transportation, others would eventually find this place.

The dense buzzing sound penetrated the rain curtain and reached Oleander's ears.

Shiran grinned wildly.

Dozens of Beedrill broke through the rain curtain and charged into the battle area of Mantine and Ninetales.

In such heavy rain, Beedrill found it extremely difficult to flap their wet wings; they should have been hiding from the rain, yet now they all took to the skies.

"You seem to have forgotten, I have lived here for over twenty years, and I have fed the Pokémon around here for over twenty years. Although I have not captured them, they will still obey my commands."

The Beedrill that invaded the battlefield surrounded Ninetales and the others, causing the original skirmish situation to collapse. Mantine, after releasing an Icy Wind, joined Shiran's side.

"Goodbye, Clutch..."

Shiran stared in disbelief at the wild Beedrill, who were all looking at each other and dared not attack.

"I have raised you for over twenty years! They are trying to hurt me, quickly help me stop them!"

Shiran shouted anxiously, but the Beedrill still did not move. They looked awkwardly at Oleander, then at Shiran, and surprisingly flew back a distance in unison.

Mantine, which was originally planning to join Shiran, was struck by a flash, and Oleander's Beedrill hit him from below with Twineedle.

"Are you going to be ungrateful?!"

The battle situation changed abruptly, and the three Pokémon began to wear down Mantine again.

Oleander, ignoring the pain, let out a hoarse laugh.

"My Beedrill was once the king of the swarm." Oleander's face, twisted in pain, was filled with mockery, "Under overwhelming power, loyalty is as much as you want... Hahahaha."

Shiran stood frozen in place, Oleander ruthlessly slapping him in the face with his own words from earlier.

The longer time dragged on, the more variables there were.

Although the heavy rain made it difficult for others to search and pursue, who could predict the weather? He had dragged things out with Oleander for far too long; it couldn't go on like this.

"Mantine, break through and take down Oleander."

Mantine's ability was fully unleashed, and the three Pokémon could not gain the upper hand against him even in the Rainy Weather. Air Slash knocked away the Beedrill that tried to help Ninetales dodge Hydro Pump, and the defensive area of the three Pokémon was pierced in an instant.

Mantine reached Oleander in a split second.

Beedrill pushed its speed to the limit, the maximum it could achieve. Gastly and Ninetales could not match his agility in the Rainy Weather; only he remained to intercept this move.

Too slow. As Mantine unleashed Air Slash, Beedrill barely reached Mantine's side, helplessly watching as Air Slash struck towards Oleander.

Beedrill was enraged, and Twineedle shot directly at Mantine.

A sudden flash of light erupted from Oleander's arms, and a massive body lunged forward, taking the damage from Air Slash head on. In Mantine's astonished gaze, the Take Down move hit him with Sturdy, effectively knocking him down.

Beedrill's Twineedle also struck Mantine from the side, and the combined force of the two attacks caused Mantine to lose its balance completely, crying out in pain as it fell in front of Shiran.

"Impossible..."

Shiran watched the figure that had blocked the attack for Oleander, writhing in pain on the ground, suddenly feeling dizzy.

"You are supposed to be my Pokémon!"

"Loyalty is... a boring artistic accessory."

Oleander could no longer care about the intense pain and laughed recklessly.

That last attack was the same; if it weren't for Mantine's Poké Ball in her pocket absorbing most of the force, Oleander would have been in grave danger.

Now, too, if Mantine hadn't actively left the Poké Ball to block an attack for her, she would have been on the brink of death.

Mantine, which had blocked the attack for Oleander, flapped its wings and came to her side, using Sturdy to protect her.

"Shiran... they are lives that were born in this world with us, our most important partners." Oleander shouted with all her strength, "They were never your tools!"

The roar of Dragonite echoed from afar, and upon hearing Dragonite's voice, Shiran's face turned pale.

Beedrill frantically wingbeat, flying upwards against the raindrops. Luther and Dragonite, seeing the silhouette of Beedrill, quickened their pace.

Shiran shouted angrily for Mantine to get up. The injured Mantine struggled to support itself with its wings. Gritting his teeth, Shiran watched Dragonite grow larger in his field of vision and decisively ordered Mantine to confront Dragonite while he turned to run away.

"Trying to escape? Dragon Rage."

The orb of light that Dragonite exhaled struck the path Shiran was fleeing on, and the shockwave from the explosion sent Shiran flying, rolling on the ground twice before coming to a stop.

Mantine was ruthlessly battered by the furious Beedrill with Cross Poison and Twineedle until Oleander managed to help her Mantine up. Only then did the somewhat frantic Beedrill worryingly come to Oleander's side to check on her injuries.

Luther, having landed, quickly sent coordinates to everyone searching for Oleander. Seeing the large patch of red on Oleander's abdomen, he rushed over.

"You shouldn't move with such a serious injury. Shiran will keep an eye on Dragonite; he can't escape."

Luther couldn't understand why Oleander insisted on getting up in such a state. The rain continued to wash away her body heat, and without any bandaging, her wound was at high risk of complications.

"Take me over there; I want to go to Shiran."

"But..."

"Take me over there!"

Luther replaced Mantine, supporting the cold Oleander as they approached where Shiran lay.

Luther anxiously looked at the blood-soaked ground, carefully loosening his grip on Oleander, kneeling down, and trying to tear his shirt into strips.

"Ninetales, Beedrill, help me out."

Ninetales and Beedrill hesitated for a moment, then retreated.

They understood what Luther intended to do. Normally, they would obey Luther's commands, but not now.

Realizing this, Luther looked at Dragonite, who quickly used its claws to help Luther tear the shirt into strips. The torn fabric was tied together by Luther and pressed against Shiran's abdomen.

That spot had a small knife embedded deep in Shiran's belly, and the blood that flowed out mixed with the rainwater, making it impossible for Luther to gauge the amount of blood lost.

The shockwave from Dragon Rage had caused Shiran to roll on the ground, and the knife he had been holding, trying to kill Oleander, had inadvertently stabbed into him during the fall.

The wounds were so close together.

Shiran's breathing gradually weakened, and Luther clasped his hands together, recalling the CPR he had learned in the past. He had no experience with first aid and could only try anything at this point.

"Step aside."

Oleander's weak voice rang out.

Luther slowly stood up, moving aside for Oleander. The International Police had far more first aid experience than he did.

However, Oleander did not do what Luther expected; her slender hand reached into Luther's shirt pocket. Due to hypothermia and blood loss, her hand was pale and cold, fumbling for a while before tremblingly pulling out the recorder.

The recorder was turned off and tossed back into Luther's hands.

Clutching her wound, Oleander squatted down in pain, staring at Shiran, who was struggling to stay awake and glaring at her.

Her hand covering the wound slowly loosened, and both hands gripped the hilt of the knife.

With a forceful tug, propelled by the pressure of her blood, a jet of blood erupted, splattering Oleander's face with droplets that were quickly washed away by the rain.

"You can't pull it out!"

Luther shouted anxiously, not understanding why Oleander would do such a thing. In this situation, leaving the knife in the wound could help stem the bleeding.

Removing it would cause further damage and lead to excessive blood loss.

Shiran couldn't speak, only managing to emit raspy breaths.

This area had suffered severe trauma; not only was speaking difficult, but even moving was a challenge. The people on TV who could still fight fiercely after sustaining such injuries were nothing short of medical miracles.

Shiran realized what Oleander intended to do. Beneath her damp silver bangs, Oleander's eyes were dark, as if something was about to leap out and devour.

Shiran's lips moved, forming a long string of silent words. Luther, blocked by Oleander's back, couldn't see, but Oleander understood.

"Killing the demon will also make you a demon. I wait for you."

Oleander's pale fingers flicked lightly, and the knife spun in her hand like it was flying. Before Luther could grab Oleander, the knife gently sliced a line across Shiran's neck.

A series of blood droplets danced in the rain before falling to the ground.

The rich scent of blood surged up.

The trembling hands that could no longer grip the knife gently dropped it to the ground. Oleander smiled, and as her body softened, she collapsed.

The rain from the heavens, the wound in her abdomen, her disheveled self.

But this time was different from the last.

She felt happy.

(End of Chapter)