Ula'ula Island, an island in the eastern Alola Region, and the largest island in Alola.
Ula'ula Island's guardian deity is Tapu Bulu, and the current Island Kahuna is Nanu.
Of course, none of that mattered. What mattered was Domino's intel: Team Skull's base was in Po Town on Ula'ula Island,
Which wasn't exactly a secret. Team Skull was hated all across Alola; finding out where their base was took no effort.
Po Town itself was a settlement occupied by Team Skull.
Damian brought Caitlin and Proton to Po Town, along with two regular Team Rocket members.
Proton had been worried—after all, they were going to throw down with another evil organization; in thug terms, they were there to smash a rival's turf.
Was this few people really enough?
But Damian had said even those two regular Rockets weren't necessary. The three of them were more than enough.
Proton stayed skeptical. He'd planned that if a real fight broke out, he'd make sure the young master got out first.
But now…
"This place is a total dump."
After stepping into Po Town, Proton was stunned by what he saw.
Po Town was a walled settlement, currently occupied by Team Skull—putting it nicely.
True to its name, the town was completely run-down: ruined streets, goofy abstract graffiti everywhere, not a single person in sight.
The residents had long since moved out, letting Team Skull run wild here.
"Truly… dilapidated."
Caitlin's brows pinched. The noble young lady, with a touch of mild cleanliness OCD, felt a visceral revulsion at the trash strewn everywhere.
"This is how Team Skull treats its own turf? Disappointing."
Proton felt he might've overestimated Team Skull.
"It was founded by a loser. How good could it be?"
Damian wasn't surprised, strolling leisurely toward the north side of Po Town.
"Calling Team Skull an evil organization flatters them. At the end of the day, they're just street punks."
Damian didn't hide his disdain. He'd never taken Team Skull seriously.
What is Team Skull?
Its composition was laughable. Guzma and Kukui once took the Island Challenge together, but neither became a "Captain."
Ever since, Guzma stewed in resentment and wanted to topple the Island Challenge system, so he formed Team Skull to wreck everything.
And Team Skull's members? A bunch of Trainers who failed to complete the Island Challenge.
In short, Team Skull was an outfit made up of self-defeated "losers." The boss was a loser; the members were even bigger losers.
Damian despised Team Skull from the bottom of his heart. In his eyes, their strength was lacking—and their ideology was a joke.
Evil organization? As if.
You fail a trial, then you give up and make destruction your hobby? What a joke.
Even evil organizations have standards. Trash like Team Skull just drags down the "reputation" of evil orgs.
Best to clean them up.
The group headed for a suspicious manor on Po Town's north side. It didn't take long before they stood before a shabby residence.
"This is it—Team Skull's base," Damian confirmed.
"…" Proton was beyond comment.
He wondered if his understanding of reality was broken. This was Alola's notorious Team Skull?
This was their base?
"Stop! Who are you guys?!"
Two youths in black jumped out from the side and blocked their path.
"Don't you know this is Team Skull turf?"
These were Team Skull members?
Caitlin's gaze swept up and down the pair—both male, one skinny, one fat.
Both wore black skull-print vests, skull bandanas on their heads, and face masks.
"Ugly uniforms. Which genius designed these?"
Damian clicked his tongue at the sight.
Caitlin nodded in full agreement. That sense of style—she truly couldn't compliment it.
But as an elegant young lady, crass remarks didn't suit her. Damian had voiced exactly what she thought.
"What'd you say, punk? Say it again if you dare!"
The two Team Skull grunts fumed—how dare he call their proud uniforms ugly.
"Marching onto Team Skull turf to act tough? I'll—"
Before the fat grunt could finish, a large purple cobra appeared and whipped its tail across him—hard.
He only had time to throw his arms up on instinct.
Thud!
A dull crack. The fat grunt was launched, slammed to the ground, and screamed in pain.
The sudden blow left the skinny one frozen.
"Big Guy, you okay?!"
Snapping back, he rushed over to help his partner up.
"Don't—don't touch my arm…"
The fat one's face went chalk-white, sweat pouring. He trembled all over; his right arm wouldn't lift at all.
"Huh?"
"M-my arm… it's broken… hurts so bad…" he sobbed, words halting.
The skinny grunt panicked, completely flustered.
"…"
Caitlin glanced at the attacking cobra—an Arbok, a Poison type. Proton had sent it out.
She looked at the injured fat Team Skull grunt. Attacking a person directly with a Pokémon?
Caitlin pressed her lips. She'd have to adapt quickly.
"Trash. Who said you could speak to the young master like that?"
Proton's face was dark, his gaze cold on the pale, shaking grunt.
"Arbok!"
He didn't intend to let the guy off.
Among the Four Admins, Proton looked the most agreeable and handsome. He spoke with honorifics and seemed gentle.
In reality, Proton was the cruelest of the Four Admins. Ruthlessness was routine.
"Proton, don't get so heated. A warning's enough."
Damian chuckled and stopped him. Not that he was feeling merciful—these Team Skull grunts could be useful.
The better ones could be recruited. The worse ones could be sent to the mines. Plenty of work to do—no need to waste resources.