"Kap."
A crisp sound came from Ash's hand. Garan, whose neck Ash was gripping, twisted unnaturally to the side. His spine had been cleanly snapped.
"Y-You… you actually killed him…" Rick stared at Garan's lifeless body, trembling uncontrollably. Sweat streamed down his face like rain, eyes wide with horror.
He had worked alongside Garan for years. Seeing him die so effortlessly, so casually, shattered Rick's composure. As Ash stepped toward him, Rick's eyes filled with tears.
"I don't recall asking what you look like… since my Sharingan reads everything for me."
Ash's tone was cold. Rick's trembling, terrified figure looked almost pitiful—almost.
As Ash's gaze sharpened, Rick's expression went blank. His pupils lost focus. His body froze as if dead—only the faintest breath revealing he was still alive.
Using the Sharingan, Ash extracted every scrap of information hidden in Rick's mind.
"So this place belongs to a Team Rocket Executive… and Giovanni's main base is in Johto. These two were only bait—sent to mislead the League."
Under the full power of Ash's Sharingan, Rick's memories spilled cleanly into Ash's mind.
"Amaterasu."
A single command. Ash's right eye twisted into a pitch-black Mangekyō Sharingan, and black flames erupted around Rick and Garan. Within seconds, their bodies were reduced to ash.
"Giovanni… your life is destined to end in my hands."
Ash covered his right eye with his palm. A murderous aura radiated outward, causing every nearby Pokémon to recoil, unwilling to approach.
"If I inform the League now, they'll make too much noise. The Johto branch will only interfere. Rather than letting them get in my way, I'll crush Team Rocket myself."
"And knowing Rocket, they definitely have spies hidden inside the League. I haven't identified them yet." Ash exhaled slowly. "Besides… I'm from Kanto. The other regions will never truly support me."
He wasn't wrong.
Although all regional Leagues belonged to the same organization, years of political rivalry had put them at odds. Ash's reputation was immense, but outside Kanto, most only feared his power—few truly welcomed him.
Only those without regional loyalties admired him wholeheartedly.
"Ninja Art: Summoning Jutsu."
Ash pressed one hand to the ground. Formula-like runes spread across the soil, and with a burst of white mist, Charizard emerged.
"ROAR!"
Charizard raised its head, unleashing a stream of blazing fire into the sky.
After returning to this world, Ash had used a Contract Scroll to turn all his Pokémon into official summon beasts, allowing him to call on them anytime, anywhere.
"Charizard, take this scroll to Mewtwo, please."
Ash handed the sealed scroll to Charizard. He was preparing for an all-out assault—ready to let Mewtwo devour every resource Team Rocket had ever hoarded.
Ever since Ash created his own independent island, he understood one truth:
He was not a god.
Not yet.
Perhaps one day he might touch that level—but that day was far away.
For now, his goal was simple:
Build a paradise that truly belongs to him… and protect it with everything he has.
To become a force capable of keeping the outside world in check, Ash understood one truth clearly—strength must come first. His foundation was still unstable, his manpower limited. For now, he had no choice but to temporarily cooperate with other families.
He had already formed a plan.
When the time was right, he would bring all eight major Kanto families under his command and forge one of the greatest powers in the region. The elders of those clans might resist such an idea, but the younger heirs—the new generation—no longer held the rigid beliefs of their predecessors.
In this era, only those who understand the world's shifting tides can guide their families forward. Bowing one's head temporarily is simply the price of survival. As long as Ash did not mistreat them, this alliance he envisioned would not fracture.
Besides, Ash had long since stopped caring about resources. With the rewards from his own system lottery, he never worried about funding or supplies. Integrating the eight families wasn't an annexation—it was a coalition under his protection.
They would remain eight families.
They would simply follow Ash.
But aside from the Draconis and Oak families, the others needed time. Ash planned to begin with the younger generation—those who understood ambition and reality. If Ash ate meat, they could at least drink soup.
As for the construction of his island, he didn't intend to micromanage it. A massive project would always produce mistakes when handed to others, no matter who oversaw it. But his true goal was simple:
His domain must remain under his absolute control.
Even if darkness lingered within, he would suppress it with overwhelming force.
"Roar."
Charizard nodded after receiving Ash's scroll. With a snap of its wings, it vanished—returning instantly to Magic Island, Ash's contract sanctuary. All Pokémon bound to Ash through the summoning contract would return there upon dismissal. It served as a world of psychic beasts—an inner realm only he could access.
"It seems I need to find some promising talents soon. I have to train a group of elites." Ash muttered quietly. "My strength is overwhelming, but Mom and Cynthia's safety… that's the one opening the enemy could exploit."
After Charizard disappeared into the mist, Ash turned back toward the hotel he was staying in, thoughts swirling—plans to cultivate a new generation of masters forming step by step in his mind.
(End of Chapter)
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