Chapter 337: Quarrel
"You guys attack together!"
The leader spoke.
At the same time, Will and Garchomp also rushed out.
"Garchomp, use Dragon Claw!"
"GARCHOMP!"
Garchomp accelerated violently, seemingly wanting to overtake Will and deal with the enemy first.
She slapped a Sandslash away with one claw.
But at this time, two other Pokémon attacked from both sides.
"Crouch!"
Cynthia's reaction speed was fast, immediately issuing a specific command.
Even if Garchomp didn't see the enemy clearly, doing so immediately could avoid the attack.
But Garchomp seemed a bit complacent, not following the command immediately. When she reacted and started to lower her head, it was obviously too late.
Whoosh!
Will's figure leaped from behind at a faster speed.
He pressed Garchomp's head down with one hand, then did a handstand flip with a lateral kick, sending those two Pokémon flying.
"Be more careful."
Will muttered softly, landing gently on the ground.
"..."
Garchomp turned her head as if unconvinced, but her eyes became much more vigilant.
Just then.
The other seven members of Team Plasma gathered around.
"Captain, got the thing!"
One of them was already holding the lyre, looking outside the museum and reminding,
"Better leave as soon as possible."
"Call out all your Pokémon, attack together, take down this Riolu, and we leave!"
The leader was obviously a bit heated.
The subordinate beside him frowned, lips opening and closing, but still acted according to instructions.
Two seconds later.
Will and Garchomp were surrounded by thirty Pokémon.
"You protect Cynthia well; I'll lure them away. Cynthia is ignorant; don't tell me you are too."
Will raised his hand and patted Garchomp's belly.
The big shark frowned.
She looked at the Team Plasma members, then at Will, and shook her head.
Garchomp understood Cynthia.
She knew Cynthia absolutely wouldn't want to do as Will said.
She didn't want to either.
Although she didn't like Will very much, a partner is a partner; she wouldn't sit and watch this group take Will away.
"One or two of you, really worry me."
Will sighed.
At this time, he remembered Lorelei again.
Although Lorelei was reckless and easily heated, often doing dangerous things in ordinary days.
But at critical moments, Lorelei listened to Will very much; if he told her to stay put, she stayed put.
This at least made Will worry less when fighting.
Now there was no choice.
Besides resisting with all strength, there seemed to be no other way.
Just as Will was about to turn his head and tell Cynthia to take out the other four Pokémon.
A chaotic and noisy melody like disordered drum beats suddenly echoed in the museum.
As this melody sounded.
Will's heartbeat also began to speed up with this rhythm.
His mood became tense and chaotic, the desire for destruction climbed steadily, and the dissatisfaction and anger toward Cynthia before also surged into his heart again.
Meloetta...
Will muttered in his heart, his gaze shifting to the lyre.
He raised his hand and used Aura Power to start soothing the emotions of himself and Garchomp beside him.
Garchomp's personality was irritable to begin with.
Stimulated by this melody, she almost rushed out directly to hack all those people and Pokémon to death.
She even had the thought of attacking Will.
But after Will used Aura Power.
Garchomp calmed down a bit.
Although her eyes were still full of violent glint, at least she could control her thoughts.
"Garchomp."
Garchomp also began to realize something was wrong.
She reminded Will that Cynthia's state was wrong.
"You return to the Poké Ball first; I'll soothe Cynthia. I'll be distracted with you outside."
"Garchomp."
Garchomp knew the situation had changed beyond her understanding.
This time she didn't argue with Will, actively returning to the Poké Ball at Cynthia's waist.
"Garchomp? Why did you go back?"
Cynthia looked down at the Poké Ball, seemingly emotional.
But immediately she realized something was wrong.
She would absolutely not get angry with Garchomp over such a small matter before.
This confused Cynthia.
She felt her current state seemed wrong.
"Riolu! There's a problem with this sound; don't listen! You come back into the Poké Ball too!"
Cynthia became alert almost instantly, running over to hug him.
'Noticed it, impressive.'
Will couldn't help nodding.
A 12-year-old girl perceiving the influence of a Mythical Pokémon's ability; this gold content is no less than an ordinary person in the Naruto world realizing they are under genjutsu.
"No need, I can use Aura to reduce the influence of the sound. Should be Meloetta's singing, no malice towards us, main targets are them."
Will shook his head.
He put his hand on Cynthia's arm, soothing her emotional fluctuations with Aura.
Then his gaze shifted to those Team Plasma people.
Meloetta is a Pokémon that has lived for at least thousands of years.
Although its level might not be high due to its kind personality and dislike for fighting, it must be at least Champion level.
Let's put it this way.
Even a Caterpie, without fighting a single battle, surviving thousands of years just by eating and sleeping, would be at least Elite Four level.
And although Will's historical highest rank was higher than Meloetta.
Currently, he was indeed just a Lv. 52 scrub.
With this level.
Why could he soothe the influence brought by Meloetta's singing?
Undoubtedly.
Because Meloetta didn't exert force on them at all; the sound waves just spread and accidentally hurt them. Meloetta's target was undoubtedly those Team Plasma members who had already started arguing.
"You bunch of useless trash! If you were useful at all, you wouldn't fail to catch even a Riolu!"
"Got the thing and still not leaving; catch your mom's Riolu! If an accident happens, we'll all rot in jail!"
"Exactly, when Lord K (maybe Colress or Ghetsis alias? Or new character) blames us, will you die or me?"
"I don't care about you guys; I'm leaving first!"
Team Plasma was almost in chaos.
Five people cursed each other, getting angrier, while the other three anxiously wanted to run out.
However, none of them noticed.
The thirty Pokémon they called out now all had bloodshot eyes, focusing their gazes on them.
Will raised an eyebrow.
He felt killing intent from the hearts of these Pokémon.
Just in case.
Will hurriedly dragged Cynthia behind a stone pillar:
"Cynthia, squat here, don't look."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing yet, but not necessarily in a moment."
Will shook his head.
He roughly guessed what happened.
These Pokémon were most likely snatched and forcibly tamed by Team Plasma; there was no intimacy between them, controlled purely by pain and violence.
Now Meloetta's singing infinitely amplified the dissatisfaction in these Pokémon's hearts, generating killing intent towards those Team Plasma members.
Will didn't want Cynthia to see some bloody scenes.
Suddenly.
Several other voices came from outside the museum.
"Hey! What happened inside?!"
"Hurry up and bring the lyre out! Stop dawdling; I saw Officer Jenny coming!"
"No! Trainers around are spontaneously attacking here; we can't hold on. Whether successful or not, must leave immediately."
These voices startled the Team Plasma members inside the museum awake.
They recalled their Pokémon, hugged the lyre, and rushed out hurriedly.
And that leader frowned and stood there for a while.
He looked up and scanned around.
Finally, his gaze rested behind the stone pillar where Will and Cynthia were hiding:
"I forgot my real name. Now people in the organization call me 'Wild Dog.' I remember you; hope you remember this name too."
After saying this.
Wild Dog turned and walked quickly toward the outside.
Before long.
The sound of propellers overhead sounded again, the whistling sound gradually fading away.
And police sirens also came from outside the museum.
"Phew... finally safe."
Cynthia sighed in relief, patted her chest thankfully, and turned to look at the puppy beside her.
But then she was stunned.
Because she found Will staring at her with a fierce gaze.
"I told you not to come out just now..."
"I said it! I won't hide in the corner watching you fight alone!"
"I can run if I can't beat them; running around in the museum to stall time, they couldn't do anything to me. But now you ran out, that guy remembered you! Who knows where he might jump out from to attack you in the future!"
"Let them come if they can! I'm not afraid of them at all!"
Cynthia was both angry and aggrieved now, her eyes red.
She was just worried about Will, wanting to protect him, so she ran out.
Even overcoming the fear in her heart for this, just not wanting Will to face danger alone.
But Will scolded her for this.
How could she not feel aggrieved?
The two little ones argued back and forth, each with their own reasons; gradually, their voices became louder.
Will wasn't blaming Cynthia.
He wouldn't blame a 12-year-old girl for making a wrong choice facing such a situation for the first time.
He hoped Cynthia could think clearly about the consequences before doing things.
Consider well before acting.
Strive for the best result.
Being targeted by Team Plasma today was small; after all, they would stay here for at most another half year.
But returning to Sinnoh in the future, being targeted by Team Galactic because of such a situation, that would be terrible.
Team Galactic's volume wasn't comparable to Team Plasma (at this stage).
Among major evil organizations, only Team Rocket could wrestle with Team Galactic.
In Will's eyes, Cynthia was a calm and rational child, usually online.
Although saying this might be biased, his evaluation of teenage Cynthia was indeed higher than teenage Lorelei.
So he took it for granted that Cynthia should do better than Lorelei.
But maybe because Cynthia was better at thinking, she made a choice different from Will's expectation.
Even if Lorelei lost her reason, she would listen to Will.
Because she knew clearly she couldn't judge the situation well and often considered poorly.
So Lorelei would listen to Will's decision very simply; even if she couldn't fully understand, she would think Will's decision was the most correct.
But Cynthia had her own considerations.
She might have thought of the consequences of standing out, but still thought fighting alongside Will was more important.