Kanto Region. The Champion's Office.
Agatha sat at her grand mahogany desk, reviewing the official dispatches newly transmitted from World League Headquarters.
"Sabrina and Feng Che successfully cleared the Elite promotion gauntlet without a single logistical breakdown. The central administrative branch is already drafting their official deployment documents."
Agatha's gaze drifted down to a secondary ledger on her desk—a confidential list of local Gym Leader candidates she had been systematically vetting over the past fiscal quarter. The names Blue and Red occupied the absolute top of the index.
"Red and Blue were the undisputed second and third-place finishers in the previous League tournament cycle."
"However, Saffron City and Viridian City are historically recorded as Team Rocket's primary strongholds; within those two urban hubs, the syndicate's deep-rooted networks remain exceptionally dense. Even though Team Rocket has transitioned into a highly disciplined, passive profile, it remains politically unviable to unnecessarily provoke their leadership."
"Let's see... Viridian City shares close geographic proximity with Pallet Town. Routing Blue to assume the mantle of the Viridian Gym Leader is a highly logical assignment."
"As for Saffron City... I will have to isolate an alternative, specialized candidate to manage that arena."
Red was an absolute combat fanatic. According to Agatha's continuous behavioral monitoring reports, the boy lacked the institutional patience to remain quietly anchored within a singular metropolitan block to manage standard gym invoices. It was mathematically more efficient to designate Red as a high-order Elite Reserve for the Kanto League instead.
"Furthermore, since Feng Che and Sabrina have officially ascended to the rank of Elite Selects, it is only proper to forward these Gym Leader assignments to their consoles first."
"We must verify if their factions harbor any explicit administrative objections before finalizing the board," Agatha murmured to herself, logging the directive.
Three days later, inside his private quarters, Feng Che reviewed the incoming Kanto transfer files forwarded by Agatha's office.
Blue had been programmatically assigned to stabilize the Viridian Gym, while the Saffron Gym was to be transitioned directly into the hands of Sabrina's biological father.
Feng Che didn't actually recall the man's precise name, but he knew from inner-circle data streams that the psychic elder maintained minimal active connections to Team Rocket's primary command lines. However, given that his biological daughter sat as one of the three sovereign executives of the syndicate, Sabrina's father was perfectly aware of the political gravity. Should Team Rocket authorize any localized operations within his borders, he would naturally maintain a highly disciplined, blind alignment.
This guarantees that the entire Saffron infrastructure remains firmly locked within Sabrina's family lineage, preventing external League factions from siphoning our territorial profits.
Feng Che's primary commercial foundation was never truly anchored within Viridian City; at most, he simply needed to coordinate the structural relocation of his primary Pokémon Day Care stable into the Unova Sector.
The physical facility in Viridian City could easily be maintained as a high-order corporate branch, or leased out to Blue to assist with his advanced ecological research. A move like that would tightly close his relationship matrix with Pallet Town, comfortably securing the long-term goodwill of Professor Oak.
With his strategic timeline finalized, Feng Che extracted his encrypted secure-line communicator, dialing the private frequency of Fox.
Fox's newborn child had recently cleared its preliminary developmental phases, entering that hyper-active, highly vocal infancy stage. At that moment, Fox stood drenched in a radiant, maternal aura, gently rocking the whimpering infant in her arms.
Near the cradle, Packer was scrambling around in an absolute, panicked flurry trying to soothe the child's crying.
"Packer, provide a brief itemized summary of the Viridian Gym's current commercial ledger," Feng Che requested, a warm smile crossing his lips.
"Reporting directly to Leader Feng Che—the Viridian Gym's operational metrics remain exceptionally robust! Every single public showcase match has recorded absolute maximum seating capacity."
"The current monthly gross revenue matrix has comfortably breached the 100 million credit threshold."
Packer had genuinely never anticipated that integrating his tracking files into Feng Che's faction would yield an existence so profoundly superior to his past high-risk bounty hunter days. With a beautiful wife in his arms and a healthy newborn son sleeping in the cradle, his personal happiness matrix was entirely topped off.
"I have a high-priority administrative update to share with your station."
"Exactly one month from today, my official coronation to the Unova Elite Four will finalize, requiring me to systematically vacate my seat as the Viridian Gym Leader."
"I am granting your station two explicit operational choices. The first option is to remain anchored within the Viridian facility to handle the baseline gym logistics. The incoming Leader is a close personal associate of mine; I will explicitly instruct his office to ensure your family's safety and resource allocations remain pristine."
"The secondary path is to assume full administrative control over the Viridian Day Care Stable—which stands as our absolute corporate core."
"I shall step into the Unova Sector alone to stabilize our political anchors first. The exact millisecond our regional influence locks down, I intend to establish a massive flagship Day Care facility within one of Unova's premier metropolitan hubs."
"When that matrix deploys, I will require your absolute, uncompromised loyalty to manage the facility for my office."
Feng Che fell silent, calmly waiting for the couple to process the parameters.
"We select the secondary path without hesitation, Lord Feng Che," Packer and Fox replied instantly, their expressions turning dead serious over the screen.
"It was your personal material intervention that granted our lives a clean slate; our house is permanently bound to follow your stride."
"Understood. Begin formatting the logistical handovers across the gym blocks immediately," Feng Che instructed. "Do not rush; your family will likely remain anchored in Viridian City for a brief transitional window before the Unova call logs finalize."
He disconnected the line.
Packer and Fox locked eyes across the cradle, a subtle thread of underlying anxiety reflecting in their gazes.
"I wonder if Lord Feng Che's rapid ascension into the Unova Elite Four is a political blessing or a covert executive trap," Fox murmured softly. Having finally tasted a few consecutive days of uncompromised, peaceful stability, she harbored a deep dread of returning to the chaotic high-attrition conflicts of the past.
"Do not let it disturb your mind, Fox," Packer replied, his fingers tightly enclosing her hand with fierce, unwavering intensity. "Lord Feng Che will thoroughly level the regional playing field before authorizing our transition. Our singular mandate right now is to ensure the handover matrices are completely flawless, leaving zero leverage for external auditors."
"It is entirely due to his grace that my family can sit within a warm home today."
"Should his office require a definitive solution, my blade belongs to his command until my pulse stops."
Packer lowered his gaze, his fierce expression softening into absolute warmth as he watched his heavy-cheeked son casually sucking on his thumb, entirely oblivious to the monumental geopolitical shifts occurring across the high sectors.
The Clues of Alola
Feng Che cleared his terminal, immediately dialing a high-encryption channel to the Sinnoh Region—routing straight to Yuan Na.
"Patriarch," Yuan Na greeted him, her posture instantly shifting into a deeply respectful stance on the monitor.
"Compile an exhaustive intelligence profile on the current political and socioeconomic dynamics fracturing the Unova Sector. Every single minor data trend must be routed to my console without exception."
"My official deployment to the Unova Elite Four finalizes in thirty days."
"I require a precise structural audit on exactly how extensive Team Plasma's operational reach has grown across their borders."
"Furthermore... how is the internal restoration of the Yuan House progressing?" Feng Che's tone softened slightly, adding a thread of familial care.
"Celestic Town has been treating our core lineages with exceptional administrative favor," Yuan Na answered, a genuine, joyful smile lighting up her features. "The newly appointed Director of Team Galactic, Charon, has already finalized a series of premium black-market trade agreements with our logistics branch."
"Backed by Celestic Town's shadow operations, our house is quietly applying structural pressure to dismantle the local Shrines, the Bertha Clan, the Volkner Lineage, and the Pastoria Temples. Our commercial farms are currently siphoning massive resource blocks to feed Celestic Town's advance."
"More importantly, our private Pokémon Legion is undergoing highly disciplined, classified training regimens within the deep valleys. The Yuan House is no longer a soft, depleted target that any passing executive can casually trample."
"The psychological framework and morale of our clansmen have completely inverted; the house is burning with fresh life."
Feng Che nodded in satisfaction. The deathly, decaying atmosphere that had historically choked the Yuan House had been thoroughly expunged, replaced by a fierce drive for advancement.
"Excellent work, Yuan Na. Now... do your internal archives house any concrete intelligence regarding the structural anomalies known across the Alola Region as Ultra Wormholes?"
Feng Che meticulously recalled his primary family history—his biological maternal grandfather, Yuan Ba, had mysteriously vanished without a single biological trace during an exploratory expedition into the Alolan Archipelago years ago.
"Let me take the line to clarify that specific chronicle, Feng Che," Mei Shenzi's authoritative voice suddenly cut through the audio as she smoothly slid into the video frame, taking the communicator from Yuan Na.
"Your grandfather, Yuan Ba, originally intercepted a highly sensitive, restricted piece of intelligence stating that a completely undocumented, anomalous spatial pocket had manifested within the Alolan interior—a sector heavily saturated with a legendary botanical variety known across the ancient texts as Star-Grass."
"Star-Grass represents the absolute, indispensable foundational catalyst required to refine high-purity Psychic Overdrive Serums. Furthermore, its cellular matrix emits a specialized radiation that can artificially accelerate the biological growth metrics of any high-order Grass-type asset. Driven by the desire to secure this monopoly for our house, Yuan Ba personally commanded the absolute elite vanguard of the Yuan Clan, charting a direct course into Alola."
"The tactical logs indicate that upon arriving at the coordinate, they successfully breached a shifting, multi-layered spatial conduit. The exact millisecond their core team stepped through the dimensional veil, the wormhole collapsed entirely, leaving absolutely zero trace of their energy signatures on our arrays."
"The instantaneous loss of our absolute apex combat tier completely fractured the Yuan House's baseline military power, driving our lineage into the severe multi-year decay you originally inherited."