Pokémon: Wings Of Shadow

In front of Marnie, Rabby wouldn't send out his Pokémon to kill. He planned to shake her off before making his move. But by then, Shiro would have no chance of survival.

Shiro understood his situation better than anyone. Right now, with both of them standing in front of Marnie, this was his best opportunity!

Rabby didn't dare to make a move—but Shiro did!

He pulled out the knife from the fat man's waist. Rabby, stunned, instinctively reached for his Poké Ball.

"Rook-Ki!"

Rookidee hidden in Shiro's coat leaped out, its sharp beak glowing white as it stabbed straight into Rabby's wrist.

A bloody hole instantly appeared in Rabby's fragile flesh. His fingers, just about to grasp the Poké Ball, stiffened and veered off course.

In just a few moments, Shiro had already plunged the knife into Rabby's throat and twisted the handle forcefully, stirring the blade inside.

"Urgh, you—"

Rabby couldn't even finish his sentence before collapsing stiffly to the ground.

Despite being a trainer of a much higher level than Shiro, wild battles weren't just about Pokémon duels. The fastest way to win was to take out the opposing trainer first!

Shiro withdrew the knife and wiped it clean on Rabby's gray Team Yell uniform before glancing at Marnie, who was frozen in shock.

The girl had one hand covering her mouth. After swallowing hard, she lowered it again, staring at Shiro as he looted Rabby's body.

He found a total of eight classic red and white Poké Balls, four of which were empty.

Besides that, Rabby had a League issued card for storing money and a silver watch.

Shiro also yanked the metal chain from Rabby's neck and stuffed it into his pocket. After confirming he had taken everything of value, he briefly considered stripping Rabby's clothes—then decided against it.

"Are you planning to escape?" Marnie suddenly asked. She stared at Shiro, her thoughts focused on the Rookidee that was about to be taken away from Spikemuth, showing no fear.

Shiro nodded.

"Exactly."

He couldn't be bothered with this girl. After putting the knife away and tucking Rookidee back into his coat, he prepared to leave.

Since his dead father never gave him this newbie starter gift, Shiro decided to take it by himself.

Whether Rabby was the true culprit behind killing the original Shiro's father, he didn't know, but there was definitely some connection.

Right now, in Spikemuth, his enemies were still alive, and he'd definitely be back.

"Rookidee got hurt because of my Pokémon training!" Watching Shiro's back as he walked away, Marnie clenched her fist, leaned forward, and shouted with all her might, "You must take good care of it!"

Shiro didn't care to respond to this young girl. But then, his hand brushed against the rare candies in his pocket. After a moment of thought, he turned, nodded and waved goodbye to Marnie.

It wasn't exactly proper to act unfriendly after taking someone's things.

As Shiro disappeared into the forest near the grass, Marnie turned her gaze back to the body on the ground. She gritted her teeth and took out a Poké Ball.

"Toxicroak! Come out!"

A deep blue, upright frog-like creature appeared. Its red vocal cords on its chest pulsed as it let out a cry.

"Croooaak!!"

"Toxicroak, use Toxic to dissolve this thing." Marnie commanded.

"Toxi-croak!"

Toxicroak opened its mouth and sprayed a deep purple acidic liquid onto the fat body.

Rabby's corpse immediately began to smoke as the hissing sound of corrosion filled the air.

In just a few moments, the body quickly dissolved, turning into a puddle of white water.

"Good, come back."

Marnie recalled her Pokémon into its Poké Ball, standing still for a moment before pulling out another one.

"Come out, Liepard!"

A deep purple, elegant leopard stepped forward with graceful cat-like steps. Marnie jumped onto its back and ordered.

"Go! We're heading to the house we visited earlier..."

Liepard nodded slightly, its lithe body quickly becoming a blur of purple, leaving only its devilish long tail swaying behind.

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Spikemuth.

Inside the Spikemuth Gym.

In the main hall, the dark walls encircle the large mouth of a dark type Pokémon. As the dark type gym of the Galar region, the architecture and décor were all filled with an atmosphere of darkness and malice.

The towering pillars in the hall were like twisted black thorns, stretching out as if to welcome those who entered.

Marnie walked in slowly, her steps quiet against the carpet patterned with the Dark type emblem.

"Well? Marnie, did you see that kid and his Rookidee?" A broad-shouldered figure stood at the far end of the hall, his back to her, speaking without turning around.

Before him, a Scrafty was pummeling a Greedent with full force.

The Scrafty, sporting the same mohawk as Team Yell, had its large white teeth coated in dark energy as it bit down viciously on the Greedent's thick, fluffy brown tail.

"Greed!"

The Greedent let out a pained cry, struggling to break free, but the grip was too tight.

"In Pokémon battles, as long as they fight, they naturally refine their moves. Victory builds confidence, making training and growth much easier..." The man spoke as he turned to face Marnie.

Dressed in a black kimono, he looked middle-aged, but his graying hair and beard showed his advanced age.

"Dad, I went to check. There was nothing to see." Marnie replied.

"Hmm?" The Spikemuth Gym Leader let out a doubtful grunt, shifting his gaze to a nearby Team Yell member who stood silently by.

"That kid asked for the crippled Pokémon himself, didn't he? I even sent more resources his way. If he's not at home raising his Pokémon, then where the hell did he go?"

The questioned Team Yell member hesitated, struggling to find words before nodding awkwardly.

"Uh... Yes..."

"Hmm? His father just died. Where the hell could he have gone?" The Spikemuth Gym Leader muttered to himself in confusion before turning to Marnie. "You went to his house. What was the situation there?"

"The doors were open. No one was inside, but everything had been rummaged through and trashed." Marnie paused, glancing at the Team Yell member beside her before adding.

"I think someone from Team Yell broke into his house and stole his stuff. He might've been scared and ran away."

"Hmph..." The Gym Leader rubbed his chin, then let out a sigh. "Shiro's father actually did decent work. By all rights, Shiro should've joined Team Yell too. What a waste... The ones who looted his place—"

He shot a look at the Team Yell member beside him. The tall, lanky grunt immediately understood and left to take care of it.

"Tch, those little street rats are still trash even after joining Team Yell! Robbing houses in the residential district? What's next, killing people in broad daylight?"

He cursed openly in front of Marnie before his tone softened into something more reassuring.

"I've already sent someone to handle it. Marnie, don't worry. There won't be any more robberies in Spikemuth after this."

Marnie looked at her father, hesitating to speak. In the end, she simply nodded and turned to leave the Gym's main hall.

Watching his daughter walk away, the Gym Leader exhaled sharply through his nose, pacing the carpeted floor.

Under his breath, he muttered, "Those useless bastards... Doing something this reckless. If they all end up dead, what the hell am I supposed to use?"

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