Pokemon: Master of tactics-Chapter 447

Alex didn't just intend to elevate the twins. Within a month, all six children would become Pokémon trainers.

Aurora and Camila were the only complications.

Both were eleven. Aurora looked younger than she was, which made things slightly inconvenient. Officially, it was illegal for anyone under twelve to own or register a Pokémon.

Unofficially?

The rule was elastic.

The Alliance enforced it strictly with very young children. But with ten- or eleven-year-olds—especially those who could plausibly pass for twelve—it often became a matter of convenience. Paperwork was rarely scrutinized unless someone forced it to be.

Neither Aurora nor Camila possessed special psychic talent that qualified them under the Genius Rule. That would have simplified things.

But Alex didn't need simplification. He only needed a good probability.

He would keep them inside the orphanage grounds. Training would happen discreetly. When they entered the wild, it would be in supervised groups, in low-surveillance areas. No tournaments. No public challenges. No unnecessary exposure.

The chance of them being caught was small.

And even if they were?

Alex could already hear the conversation.

"You're saying two children in my orphanage received Pokémon and they're eleven?"

A pause.

"They told me they were twelve."

What then? An interrogation? A psychic lie detector? Formal charges?

Those tools were reserved for weak trainers and ordinary civilians—people without leverage.

Against someone with influence, reputation, and connections inside the Alliance structure, enforcement became… selective.

Unless he committed a direct crime against the Alliance itself—treason, sabotage, corruption at scale—no officer would risk escalating such a minor technical violation.

At worst, the Pokémon would be temporarily confiscated.

He was, for all practical purposes, insulated. Not untouchable. But inconvenient to touch.

Alex stood up slowly. "Alright, That concludes today's work. Time to make money."

Gardevoir, who had been moving beside him, lifted her head with mild curiosity.

"Oh? Dad," she asked lightly, "how are you planning to earn money now that the S-rank plan is delayed for a few months?"

Alex's lips curved faintly. "The old-fashioned way."

He glanced toward her. "Do you remember one of the secondary entrances to Meteor Falls?"

Gardevoir nodded immediately. "Yes, Dad. The eastern fracture passage."

"Good."

Alex picked up a pen and wrote a short sentence on a slip of paper, placing it neatly in the center of the table for Maria to find later.

"Back in a few days. Continue as planned. love you"

He set the pen down. "You can teleport now."

Gardevoir rose gracefully. A second later, the office was empty. Only the faint indentation in the chair and the quiet note on the table remained.

...

The air twisted.

For a brief second, the world folded inward—and then released.

Alex and Gardevoir stood before one of the lesser-known entrances to Meteor Falls. The cavern mouth yawned wide and jagged, cold mist drifting outward like the breath of something ancient and sleeping.

The sound of distant water echoed from within.

One by one, Poké Balls opened with soft flashes of light.

Scizor materialized first, landing without a sound, crimson armor glinting faintly in the dim light. His eyes scanned the terrain immediately, calculating angles and escape routes before anyone else had fully appeared.

Crobat emerged next, stretching his wings wide before hovering silently above them, already mapping the interior with sharp, ultrasonic clicks.

The others followed.

Without a word, Ditto slipped from its sphere and melted upward along Alex's arm, reshaping seamlessly into a sleek black watch around his wrist. The surface shimmered faintly before becoming still. This made it easier for him to protect his trainer in an emergency.

Banette appeared with a soft rustle of fabric, its stitched grin widening as he floated toward Alex. he gave him a small, possessive hug before melting downward and vanishing into his shadow, becoming nothing more than a darker shade beneath his boots.

Zweilous bounded forward next, both heads nudging at Alex before one gently bit her hand—not hard, just enough to show affection.

Alex allowed it, patting one of the heads with quiet familiarity.

Blaziken stepped out in a controlled flare of heat, embers curling around her ankles. Through their psychic link, her voice carried bright and eager. "Father, is it time to kick some butts again?"

Alex smiled faintly. "Yes. Or I won't be able to afford feeding you."

Kingdra lifted his head sharply from where he had coiled near a rock. "Leader… why do I feel like you were looking at me when you said that?"

Before Alex could answer, Zweilous spoke, one head grinning wider than the other. "Brother Kingdra, the answer is obvious. You eat the most out of all of us. Don't be ashamed. You're not fat."

The second head tilted. "…Or at least not that fat."

Kingdra's fins twitched in mock offense. "Hah. Someone who lives in a glass house shouldn't throw stones. You're barely eat less then me. Besides, I can eat as much as I want and still maintain a strong and elegant body."

Ninetales stepped forward gracefully, her tails flowing like living silk. She cast an amused glance toward Larvitar, who had just emerged with an exaggeratedly proud posture.

"Kid," she said smoothly, "that expression of yours lacks refinement. Pride is good—but yours is too aggressive. If you want to impress an audience, you need elegance. A signature style."

Larvitar turned sharply. "Who are you calling kid, you—"

His eyes landed fully on Ninetales. Perfect posture. Flawless fur. An almost theatrical composure.

The insult he had prepared evaporated. "…Mind your own business."

Ninetales chuckled softly. "Hehe. You really are adorable. Don't worry. I can mentor you."

Larvitar turned away with a scoff—but his ears twitched attentively, betraying him.

Umbreon approached more quietly than the others. She stopped beside Alex, golden rings faintly glowing in the dim cavern light.

"Leader," she said calmly, "this place reminds me of… Bastiodon."

The name lingered between them. The sound of distant water seemed heavier for a moment.

Alex glanced down at Umbreon and gave a small smile."Yes. Me too."

He looked toward the cave entrance. "It doesn't necessarily have to be a bad thing."

Umbreon studied that smile carefully. she thought. 'Never again,Something like that must never happen again.'

Because if it did...

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