Pokémon: A Trainer Who Masters the Six Powers from the Start

"The missions over the past few days have come to an end. You now have three days of leave. After that, I will summon you again."

"Yes, sir."

Ron's command was met with respectful responses from Beno and the others.

In just ten days, Ron had led them to eliminate multiple poaching syndicates—each at least guarded by a quasi–Elite Four-level trainer.

This impressive track record, combined with the subtle psychological influence of his Gardevoir, had inspired not only respect but also growing loyalty among Beno and his team.

Ron had estimated that, at this pace, he would have full control over them in less than three weeks.

After parting ways, Ron first contacted Amon, instructing him to bring his recruits to meet up. Only then did he reach out to Shadow.

"Is there any nearby business owned by one of the Five Great Families that's still causing trouble?"

After sending his location to Shadow, Ron went straight to the point.

"You're already planning to move? Why not wait a little longer?"

Shadow immediately understood what Ron was planning and couldn't help but ask.

"We can't wait anymore. If we do, they'll just burrow deeper. I have to strike first—force them to expose their weaknesses."

"You're right. Give me a moment, I'll update you once I have something."

"Understood."

After hanging up, Ron changed into the face of Garus, also known as the Dark King. He then made his way to Amon's temporary hideout, where ten High Elite-level Pokémon hunters awaited him.

Compared to the rangers selected by Bruno, these men were clearly inferior in willpower and discipline—but that didn't matter to Ron.

The weaker the mind, the easier it is to control.

"Starting today, I'm your leader. I don't have much to offer, only the resources you need to grow stronger—strong enough to matter!"

Perhaps it was the pressure of the Elite Four–level Gengar looming behind him, but his words lit a fire in the hearts of those ten hunters.

They had expected their new boss to be quasi–Elite Four level at most—but to discover he was a full-fledged Elite Four–class trainer shook them to the core.

And behind them, Gardevoir's hypnotic aura gently blanketed the room.

Under her precise control, the hunters sat still—entranced. Their vacant stares burned with newfound zeal as they looked upon Ron.

"Amon, are you afraid?" Ron asked, leaning against the wall, watching the mesmerized hunters.

"Afraid of what?" Amon blinked, confused.

"Afraid of me. Afraid that one day, I might order Gardevoir to hypnotize you too—strip away your will and force your loyalty."

Ron's tone was gentle, but his gaze was sharp.

Amon kneeled before him, his tone unwavering. "My life—everything I have now—I owe it to you. Without you, I'd probably be a corpse by now. Even if you did hypnotize me, I wouldn't resist."

"I see."

Ron patted Amon on the shoulder and walked out, Amon silently following behind.

Two nights later, Ron led Amon and the Pokémon hunters into action—their first target: a business owned by the Thune family, one of the Five Great Families.

The company's misdeeds were simple. In its early days, it had crushed its competitors with underhanded tactics to rise quickly. Later, it used similar tricks to maintain its position and prevent rivals from gaining ground.

Ron skimmed the intelligence with little surprise.

These weren't unique strategies. Even Team Rocket used them regularly. Everyone in their world played dirty—just carefully enough to leave no proof behind.

But as the saying goes, "If opportunity doesn't exist—create it."

If Ron could cripple this company, then extract a few confessions under hypnosis from upper management, the case would practically solve itself.

For now, this was just step one of his plan—and a chance to loot a wealth of resources along the way.

"No one moves until I signal. Understood?"

After finding a decent vantage point, Ron gave his hunters the order.

"Yes, sir!"

They answered in unison, their obedience a testament to two days of Gardevoir's influence.

They were now fully under his command.

Rather than launch a full assault immediately, Ron slipped away alone—toward the homes of the company's executives.

Once out of sight, he released Gardevoir.

According to Rocket intel, the strongest individuals tied to this company were only quasi–Elite Four tier. Without the Thune family's support, it would've never become the regional powerhouse it was.

"Gardevoir, to the surveillance room."

Hidden in the shadows, Ron issued silent commands to Gardevoir through telepathy.

As her psychic power radiated outward, Gardevoir quickly locked onto the surveillance room's location and, without hesitation, teleported herself and Ron from their original position.

A burst of psychic force erupted—bodies dropped helplessly to the floor. The security systems were wrecked, leaving the massive estate blind. With the villa stripped of its watchful eyes, Ron turned his attention to his main target: Vitch, the public face of the corporation.

"Machamp, finish them quickly. Gardevoir, use Hypnosis!"

The moment they materialized in Vitch's room via Teleport, Ron's voice echoed telepathically in the minds of Machamp and Gardevoir.

In just seconds, the entire room fell under Ron's control.

Gardevoir's Hypnosis took hold, compelling Vitch to divulge everything Ron needed. He recorded the confession before putting the man under again.

Afterward, Ron planted several timed explosives throughout the mansion and slipped away.

Similar incidents unfolded among the company's upper echelon. In less than an hour, Ron had extracted all the intel he wanted.

"Gengar, use Netherworld—go in hard!"

"Lucario, channel your Aura—synchronize your strikes with Gengar!"

Ron strolled confidently to the front entrance of the corporation's headquarters, issuing sharp, mental commands to his Pokémon. Greninja remained silently at his side, standing guard.

A veil of darkness spread across the sky. Phantasmal spirits emerged—clutching Ghost Chains—like grim harbingers of death.

Lucario's Aura condensed into blades and lances, tearing through the building with ruthless precision, laying waste to everything in their path.

The uproar couldn't go unnoticed. Curious onlookers gathered, but all they could see was a creeping, black mass swallowing the structure whole—they couldn't tell what was happening inside.

Eventually, someone snapped out of their stupor and called the police.

"Hold off the police for a minute or two. I'm nearly done here," Ron instructed Amon as Gardevoir sensed approaching officers.

"Yes, sir!"

"Beedrill, Toxic Rain!"

The move, a lethal fusion of Poison Sting, Pin Missile, and Venoshock, unleashed with Beedrill's immense power, stopped the incoming officers dead in their tracks.

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