Reforms within the Pokémon League—such monuntal changes naturally required expert interpretations to explain the details of the League's new systems and the purpose behind them.
Even Professor Oak himself had been invited to participate in televised discussions, offering his personal perspective on the League's intentions. As one of the world's most respected Pokémon researchers, his conclusions held undeniable sway over public trust.
anwhile, the Saffron City Incident had shaken the world. Journalists and hidden investigators dug deep, and soon the staggering numbers surfaced—within a single day, casualties soared to nearly ten thousand, including both humans and Pokémon. The vast majority were ordinary citizens. That number alone left the world in stunned silence.
In the midst of the chaos, the League took asures to manipulate public perception. Sabrina, Koga, and Lt. Surge were all officially branded as undercover Rocket spies embedded within the League. The truth—that Giovanni, the Rocket Boss himself, had once been the Gym Leader of Viridian City—was suppressed to avoid scandal and mass panic. Instead, Team Rocket's image was officially cented as a terrorist organization of the worst kind—anti-human, anti-governnt.
As for the true events of the war, only the highest-ranking officials of the League were privy to the details.
In this version of history, Logan, Red, and Blue erged as heroes. So daring reporters had even managed to capture footage of Logan's titanic battle against Giovanni. Though recorded from afar and blurry in detail, the scenes of collapsing skyscrapers, storm-churned skies, and earth-shattering explosions were broadcast on every major television network and shared endlessly across the internet.
For Logan, the sudden fa was not unpleasant. After all, fa could be a powerful weapon—it ant prestige and influence in the hearts of the public. With the Saffron Incident, Logan's na had beco known across the world. Not only in Kanto and Johto, but even in distant regions like Hoenn, Sinnoh, and Unova, his story had spread—though not with the sa fevered intensity as in the League's core.
In the grainy footage, wtwo's silhouette could also be seen, if only briefly. This ignited fiery debates across dia and forums—what was that mysterious Pokémon? With no records existing in any database, speculation ran wild. But one fact was undeniable: its devastating power marked it as a Legendary Pokémon.
This conclusion alone stunned the world. Humanity's history had rare cases of individuals who temporarily cooperated with a Legendary Pokémon. But those individuals had all gone down in history, immortalized as legends themselves.
No one knew whether Logan had rely fought alongside wtwo briefly, or if he had achieved the impossible—gaining its complete loyalty. Either way, the idea that he commanded a Legendary Pokémon electrified the world, becoming a favorite topic of discussion in every household.
Logan, however, felt indifferent to the exposure. He wasn't concerned in the slightest.
Anyone foolish enough to try and steal wtwo from him would simply be throwing their life away. And if an organization truly had the power to fight against a Legendary, then why would they waste ti trying to steal one under a trainer's command? Dozens of Legendary Pokémon road the skies and oceans freely—those were far easier prey than one bonded to a skilled Dragon Master.
Even if the Elite Four combined their strength, they might crush Logan himself, but they could never bend wtwo's will. Pokémon were strange and wondrous creatures—their loyalty to a chosen trainer could transcend reason, unbroken even in the face of death.
As Logan saw it—he had already brought down the nearly League-toppling Team Rocket. What else in the world was there to fear?
Thus, the Saffron Incident was declared officially resolved. Team Rocket had been shattered, its forces scattered. Though their foundations ran deep, Sabrina had confided in Logan that Rocket still had secret divisions hidden away—the three "executives" seen so far were only the surface of their power. Still, to fully reorganize and recover would take a long ti.
"Which ans Blaine can finally return to Cinnabar Island to run his Gym without fear of Rocket retaliation. All things considered, it's a satisfying outco."
Indeed, the greatest beneficiaries of the incident were Logan and Erika.
Logan had gained imasurable prestige, the loyalty of the Legendary wtwo, and his own team had grown stronger than ever—his power had ascended to a whole new level.
Erika, anwhile, had beco a rising political and social force. Her exemplary leadership during the crisis elevated her status among Gym Leaders, making her the de facto Commander of Kanto. Under her stewardship, Celadon City flourished, becoming the most prosperous and influential city in the entire region. The League itself now quietly hoped she might challenge and dethrone one of the Elite Four, inserting a trusted ally into that elite circle.
In the public eye, Erika's popularity skyrocketed—her elegance and strength earning her legions of fans and suitors alike.
Logan rely sneered at the thought. That goddess you all worship? I've already claid her in ways you can't even imagine.
"Brother Logan, dinner's ready!"
Wearing a little apron, the shy girl Yellow walked in carrying a tray of food. Seeing her earnest effort, Logan couldn't help but feel a touch of guilt. A grown man being cared for by such a small girl—it almost felt disgraceful.
"Fish again, huh…"
Looking at the al set down before him, Logan laughed bitterly.
"Ehehe… I've been practicing my fishing, so it's been fish every day. But don't worry, Brother Logan—I've gotten really good at cooking it now!"
Yellow scratched her head awkwardly, face blushing with embarrassnt.
Logan gazed at her shy smile. Suddenly, he tossed a Poké Ball toward her.
"Catch!"
"Eh? Ahh?!"
Startled, she barely managed to fumble the Poké Ball into her hands. Peering inside, her eyes widened in amazent.
"…It's so cute! Brother Logan, what Pokémon is this?"
"It's an Amaura, an Ice Dragon. Just hatched, so it doesn't even need to be caught. Don't be fooled by its adorable looks—it's one of the rarest Pokémon in the entire Kanto region. There's probably only one of its kind here."
"T-That rare?! Brother Logan, you should raise it yourself. I—I don't need such a precious Pokémon."
Yellow panicked, trying to hand the Poké Ball back.
"Keep it. I don't have the ti or focus to raise this Amaura properly. With you, it'll be well cared for. All I ask is that you treat it with kindness."
Logan gently patted her head.
"This…"
"No excuses. Take it."
Logan shot her a look that made her jump in fright. But after a mont, she clutched the Poké Ball tightly, determination in her eyes.
"…Thank you, Brother Logan. I'll… I'll take good care of it!"
She hugged the Poké Ball to her chest, peering through the translucent shell at the wide-eyed, innocent little Amaura within.
"I believe in you. You can sense a Pokémon's emotions better than most. That's why I know you'll raise it well."
Before evolution, Amaura was unbearably cute—especially those luminous eyes. But when it eventually beca Aurorus, its size would be colossal. Logan chuckled inwardly, half-amused. Hopefully, Yellow wouldn't cry out of fear when it finally evolved.
"I won't be staying in Viridian much longer. At most, I'll leave tomorrow."
"You're leaving so soon, Brother Logan?"
"The Indigo Conference is about to begin. I need to train and make final adjustnts to my team."
"…I see."
Her expression dimd for a mont, but then she smiled bravely. "Even if I can't cheer for you in person, I'll be watching on TV. I'll be rooting for you!"
"Haha! Thanks, little one. I'll be counting on that support."
Logan chuckled, sharing stories of his journey as he ate, basking in Yellow's sparkling, admiring gaze.
The title of Kanto Champion was his ultimate goal—
and nothing would stop him from seizing it.
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