Getting this ability directly from Agatha herself would be nearly impossible.
But as a researcher, she must have a laboratory—a place where she conducts her experiments, refines her sigils, and develops her ghostly methods. With research as vast and dangerous as hers, she couldn't have achieved this without a fixed location.
However, her work defied morality, violated ethics, and leaned into the sinister.
Naturally, her research site would be well hidden—buried in secrecy and shadow.
Yet Logan wasn't discouraged.
If such a laboratory truly existed, then with his status as Kanto Champion, he could investigate through the League's internal archives.
And if necessary—Professor Oak would certainly hold information on Agatha's past. One way or another, he would find it.
Logan quietly set his resolve.
He signaled Cynthia and Yellow closer.
Agatha's methods were far too strange and unpredictable—one slip, and they could fall into the same mental traps Green did without realizing.
Agatha didn't seem eager to continue fighting. Her cold eyes drifted to Green resting in Logan's arms, then to Cynthia.
She smirked maliciously:
"…Kanto's Champion, where is the girl who was with you in Lavender Town?"
"You mean Sabrina? Considering she's the Gym Leader of Saffron City, she's naturally there fulfilling her duties. A Gym Leader can't abandon her post so easily."
Logan replied honestly—nothing worth hiding. Sabrina had indeed been dutiful and obedient to the League for a year and a half, maintaining a perfect record.
Agatha snorted.
"I didn't ask where she is… Forget it. Men are always the same—unreliable, deceitful. A woman only learns after being hurt."
Her gaze drifted between Green and Cynthia like a viper studying prey.
"You two little girls, be careful.
A man's sweet promises aren't even worth dog droppings.
Don't let yourselves be charmed by this boy's honeyed tongue."
Logan's expression darkened.
What on earth had Professor Oak done to trigger such lifelong resentment?
He recalled how, in his youth, Oak was brilliant, charismatic, adored by many women—inevitably reckless with hearts. Whatever grievances Agatha held, venting them on Logan instead of Oak felt unfair.
Fine—nag at the Professor, torture Blue Oak if she wanted.
But why dump it on him?
Irritation flared in him.
He tapped his toe lightly. His Garchomp widened its jaws silently, ready to unleash a Hyper Beam at a single command.
Agatha's cane struck a pile of shattered stone. The fragments quivered, and from within dragged itself the mutilated Arbok from earlier—bloodied, a fang snapped, body torn cleanly in two.
She did not recall it into a Poké Ball. Instead, she raised a finger and blew gently across the symbols carved on its belly.
The sigil contorted.
The crying jester-like pattern warped into one of manic ecstasy.
And before their stunned eyes—
Arbok writhed violently… and sprouted a new tail.
Like a lizard regrowing a severed limb.
In seconds.
Logan instinctively pulled out the Pokédex.
He was certain Arbok had no such natural ability. The database confirmed: Arbok have multiple belly patterns—each associated with specific traits. Attack, speed, intimidation…
But this pattern—rapid regeneration—was unheard of.
Agatha smiled, voice low and unsettling.
"Don't mistake me for ordinary Trainers. My Arbok can freely change its pattern—adjusting attributes as needed. Attack when needed. Defense when required. Adaptation at will."
Logan understood instantly.
This was unnatural refinement.
An ability beyond regular biology—similar to how his Dragonair manipulated weather and energy currents. Known in theory, but almost impossible in practice.
Cynthia watched Agatha, wide-eyed.
This was her first time witnessing the Ghost-type Elite Four member in battle—Logan had warned her, but reality exceeded every expectation.
"Kanto's Elite Four are terrifying…" she murmured.
Seeing Agatha's mastery, Cynthia couldn't help comparing.
The gap between Kanto's Elite Four and Sinnoh's suddenly felt very real.
And if this was the power of just one—then what level was Lance truly at?
Her eyes flicked to Logan.
Mysterious, monstrous.
She had thought Garchomp was his strongest weapon—until she witnessed Mewtwo during the Rainbow University incident. A power beyond legend.
And he commanded the three Legendary Birds with methods even she couldn't understand.
Just how deep did his deck of cards go?
Agatha's cold voice snapped her from thought.
"Planning to strike now, Champion?"
Logan grinned.
"What do you think, Granny?"
Another voice answered instead:
"I think now is not the right time."
Logan turned sharply.
From the mist emerged Lorelei, seated elegantly atop her Dewgong, applying makeup with unsettling calmness.
He narrowed his eyes.
"Well well—three of the Elite Four present together.
Surely you don't think the three of you alone can keep me and Cynthia here?"
He closed his fingers around a Poké Ball.
Lorelei sighed.
"Oh I'd love to try.
But not today. The little girl there—"
Her eyes flicked to Yellow
"—she'd barely survive. And the one in your arms is wounded—she'd die in a real clash."
Yellow flushed with embarrassment, shrinking slightly. She knew it was true—her strength was still lacking, even with Pikachu and Scizor at her side.
Green, in Logan's arms, squeezed his arm and shook her head—indicating she was fine, ready if needed.
But Logan already made his decision.
Even if he and Cynthia won, capturing three Elite Four members was unlikely.
The true battlefield was their hidden base—where escape wouldn't be so easy.
Lorelei seemed to sense it too.
"Agatha… since the operation failed, we should withdraw."
Relief flickered behind her cold façade. Originally, only she and Bruno were meant to come. But a gut feeling made her call Agatha.
Had they come alone against two Champions…
They wouldn't be walking out.
Agatha nodded slowly.
"I agree.
After all… the Champion has given permission."
Her sharp gaze fixed on Logan.
Logan held Green protectively, voice dropping to a frozen calm:
"Leave, then. I won't stop you.
But what you did to Green… I'll never forgive so easily."
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