HxH : Pokemon Master-Chapter 394: We Are Called Hunters!

Rumble, rumble—

Deafening roars, like mountain echoes, continued incessantly. Thick clouds of dust billowed into the sky, resembling the smoke signals lit by ancient people.

Even the mountains began to tremble violently. It seemed to be suffering unimaginable destruction.

A few breaths later, the explosive sounds abruptly ceased.

High in the sky, Netero silently withdrew his hand, and the massive golden Guanyin statue behind him fell silent, gradually dissipating. He descended like a swan landing gently, without stirring a single ripple in the air.

With a casual wave of his hand, the billowing smoke immediately drifted away, revealing the astonishing scene below.

The ground appeared as if it had been bombarded by missiles, forming a gigantic crater. Within the crater, the battered Arbok lay on the ground, its eyes dazed.

This is one of the unique mechanisms in the Pokémon world. When Pokémon sustain severe injuries, they enter a "near-death" state.

Only if they suffer further critical damage can they truly die; it serves as a protective mechanism.

Not far away, Agatha hobbled over with her cane, accompanied by a Gengar.

It was Gengar who had swiftly transported her away earlier; otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to withstand even the residual shockwaves.

Netero stroked his beard, smiling at her. His Aura Sphere had long sensed that Agatha had been teleported away, which allowed him to fight without restraint. Otherwise, Agatha would have become a dead Agatha long ago.

This was not something he, nor Akira, wanted to see. He had already tacitly accepted Agatha as one of their future companions.

Agatha reached the edge of the crater and peered down, her eyelids twitching.

Could a human really achieve something like this?!

She had never heard of any human capable of such feats.

Could this person be a transformed Legendary or Mythical Pokémon? Agatha could only think of this explanation, or her worldview would completely shatter.

In her previous understanding, even among Pokémon, very few could cause destruction on this scale.

Most were Legendary Pokémon.

Netero seemed to see through Agatha’s thoughts and spoke.

"Hohoho, are you surprised that such destruction was caused by a human? Perhaps you even think I’m a Pokémon."

"Hohoho, I’m sorry to disappoint, but I am human, a genuine human." Netero let his hands hang naturally at his sides, his expression calm. "However, I might be slightly different from the humans you’re familiar with."

Agatha couldn’t hold back and questioned, "You claim to be human? But how could a human possibly achieve something like this?!"

Her voice trembled slightly. Because if Netero intended to harm her, her life could be in danger.

Netero shook his head. "I am indeed human. And what I want to tell you is, if you’re willing, you too can possess such marvelous power. You could have strength as great as mine, or even surpass me, hohoho."

Agatha’s pupils contracted, and her grip on the cane tightened subconsciously.

What?! Could she also possess such powerful strength?

"Of course, you must join us to learn this ability," Netero continued. "If you join, you can also possess what could be called limitless life."

Netero glanced meaningfully at Agatha. "Guess how old I am now."

Agatha snapped back to reality and inexplicably said, "Fifty? Could it be forty?"

Netero shook his head again. "This old man is already over a hundred years old."

"That’s impossible!" Agatha instinctively refuted.

Netero, looking like this, was actually over a hundred years old? This was completely impossible.

"Hohoho, deep down you somewhat believe it, don’t you? Because you need this benefit, you’re more willing to believe it’s true." Netero’s tone was calm. "So? Join us, and you can possess unimaginable power, the benefit of returning to youth, and witness things at a higher level."

Agatha remained silent. After a long while, she asked, "Who exactly are you? Where do you come from?"

"We are called Hunters! We come from another world!" Netero clasped his hands and smiled.

As a figure appeared behind Agatha, Akira’s plan was progressing steadily and orderly.

Recruiting the Fighting Master Silva, Ghost Master Agatha, and others was just the beginning.

Next, he intended to develop an even larger organization in the Pokémon world. Team Rocket wasn’t enough; their absorption of talent was insufficient.

So, he planned to imitate the Association from the Hunter world and establish dojo-like buildings in the Pokémon world. On the surface, they would be martial arts dojos, allowing those eager to become stronger to join.

When the time was right, these people could be absorbed as new blood, continuously expanding the organization.

The first stop would be the Kanto region. Then it would gradually develop to other regions.Getty ImagesJelajahi

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Viridian City. Hunter Dojo.

Students were training inside. Their ages mostly ranged from teens to forties. They were receiving professional instruction from Hunters, specifically the teachings of the Shingen-ryu style. Shingen-ryu advocates the unity of mind and body.

Before coming into contact with [Nen], one must first temper the physical body. This can make future learning twice as effective with half the effort.

A reporter straightened their clothes, then held up a microphone, smiling at the camera.

"Today we are very honored to be interviewing the currently quite famous Hunter Dojo. This dojo is said to have been inspired by a master deeply immersed in martial arts. He then approached our Viridian Gym Leader, Mr. Giovanni, to collaborate. Thus, the dojo was quickly established in major cities across Kanto."

"Today, we’ve invited Mr. Giovanni to discuss the specifics of the Hunter Dojo. First, I’d like to ask Mr. Giovanni, what is the origin of the dojo’s name?"

Giovanni revealed a faint smile and said calmly, "Hunter Dojo. The emphasis of this name lies in the word ’Hunter.’ Unlike the hunters people usually refer to, here ’Hunter’ means those who pursue what they desire."

The reporter lady asked curiously, "So, you’re comparing one’s dreams to prey and using ’Hunter’ to represent oneself?"

"Exactly. This is the principle of our Hunter Dojo. By joining us, people can better pursue their dreams. To become so-called [Hunters]."

...

On the bustling street, Akira silently watched the interview about the Hunter Dojo playing on a TV in a shop window.

The next moment, he vanished from the spot as if he had never been there. Strangely, this went unnoticed by anyone, as if he were just thin air.

When Akira reappeared, he was already in a wilderness.

A power plant stood here. However, it had been abandoned for a long time, with many parts out of order and devoid of people.

This abandoned power plant was his target.

Almost instantly, a new incubation progress bar appeared in his mind. He could roughly guess what Pokémon would be hatched.

If he remembered correctly, there was a Zapdos inside.

With the faction’s plans on track and other matters handled by subordinates, he naturally had plenty of time to travel around capturing Legendary Beasts, or even hatching them. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Stepping inside, rows of old machines came into view. Many wires were disconnected, exposed to the air.

Occasionally, a few Magnemite floated by but didn’t notice him. Some Electric-type Pokémon lived here.

Suddenly, Akira stopped, then lightly stomped the ground, releasing an aura that surged skyward, pressuring the entire abandoned power plant.

He was forcing it to come out.

Soon, a sharp, furious cry pierced the sky.

The sky seemed to darken abruptly, covered with a mass of dark clouds, electric snakes writhing within.

Then, a large golden bird, wrapped in countless electric currents, soared into the sky.

It glared at him fiercely.