Chapter 584: Terrance’ Potential
Morty’s Gengar stood still, staring at the Mismagius in the sky. Its sinister grin faded, replaced by a serious expression.
It had sensed it; this opponent was nothing like the Ghost-type Pokémon it had faced before. The opponent’s presence, its aura, was terrifyingly strong. It reminded Gengar of that ti, before it had been captured, when it encountered that ancient ghost in Johto’s Burned Tower... and also... a fleeting glimpse of another Gengar belonging to a certain Trainer. [TN: Maybe talking about Suicune here.]
Gengar hadn’t felt pressure like this in a very long ti. It wasn’t just because Mismagius was powerful; it was the aura it emitted as a fellow Ghost-type Pokémon that sent chills down its spine. It was like a Caterpie encountering a Pidgeotto—a natural suppression between species.
It was a strange feeling. Clearly they were of the sa kind, yet the aura Mismagius gave off made it extrely uncomfortable.
"Gengar... is it worried?"
As the Gym Leader of a Ghost-type Gym and an expert in training Ghost Pokémon, Morty could tell just from Gengar’s expression that, after sensing Mismagius’s strength, it had no confidence in defeating this opponent.
"The last ti my Gengar ended up in this kind of state... was against Gengar raised by Elite Four Agatha." Morty fell into deep thought.
Who was Agatha?
As one of the Elite Four from Kanto, the headquarters and birthplace of the Pokémon League, she not only belonged to an incredibly senior generation, a contemporary of Professor Oak, but was also incredibly strong.
To put it bluntly, the newer Elite Four mbers from other regions were indeed seen as nothing more than fresh rookies in the eyes of Kanto’s old generation Elite Four.
Even when Phoebe, the Ghost-type Elite Four from Hoenn, interacted with Agatha, though they were technically of equal rank, Phoebe still acted respectfully like a junior.
So people believed that Phoebe showed respect purely due to age, but Morty knew the truth; when in front of Master Agatha, Phoebe was no more than a junior listening intently to guidance.
He had once listened to Agatha’s training insights alongside Phoebe, so he knew better than most.
As an Elite Four mber from the older generation, Master Agatha’s training philosophy represented the pinnacle of the Ghost-type field. Only the Pokémon she trained had ever given Morty’s Gengar the illusion of racial suppression.
But now, there was soone else.
"Terrance..." Morty frowned. He couldn’t believe that soone around his own age could already possess such an advanced training thod.
He suspected that the other party must have had so kind of miraculous encounter, which by chance allowed his Mismagius to grow to this extent.
Morty didn’t know... but his guess was already incredibly close to the truth.
Gengar...
Silently calling out in his mind, Morty’s pupils contracted. Mismagius and Gengar had moved.
Radiating a terrifying aura, Mismagius descended beside Gengar.
It floated down gently, while Gengar clearly hadn’t reacted yet, intimidated by the gradually approaching fear energy.
"Ge~ngar~" Gengar let out a startled cry, instinctively trying to sink into the ground.
This aura made even Gengar feel fear. It had never experienced such a terrifying aura before. Including Mismagius, many Ghost-type Pokémon feed off human emotions, and fear emotions are their primary sustenance.
Gengar, too, had absorbed fear emotions before, but never had it felt an aura so dread-inducing.
It was as if Mismagius was the very "embodint of fear
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