Meanwhile, in the other regions of the world…
As Giovanni quietly tightened his grip on Kanto through influence and strategy, the Rocket Executives he had handpicked were making moves of their own. Scattered across Sinnoh, Johto, and Unova, they walked unfamiliar lands with purpose—not as grunts or criminals, but as seeds of something far greater. Their journeys weren't loud. Not yet. But they were learning, growing stronger, and in time… they would be the ones pulling strings from the shadows.
Sinnoh Region – Ariana & Petrel
Current Pokémon: Ariana – Vileplume, Golbat | Petrel – Magcargo, Hitmonchan
Snow coated the path to Snowpoint like a gentle warning. Ariana adjusted her coat and pressed forward, a bright red scarf fluttering behind her in the wind. Petrel trudged a few steps behind, grumbling and slipping every few minutes.
"Remind me again why we didn't take the train?" he muttered.
"Because we're investigating reports. Locals say there's a temple shrine up here with a statue of a legendary Pokémon," Ariana replied, scanning the tree line. "The kind of info the Boss might find interesting."
They didn't find the shrine—not exactly. A hailstorm blocked visibility. But they did find a girl.
She couldn't have been more than ten, bundled in too-big gloves and determined eyes. She had blonde hair. A Gible walked beside her, fiercely glaring at them.
"You two look strong," the girl said confidently. "Wanna battle?"
Petrel blinked. "Do you even know who we are?"
"Nope," she chirped.
A brief double battle followed. Ariana and Petrel went easy, mostly amused. But the girl held her own, especially when her Gible used Dragon Rush with raw instinct. When it ended, she bowed slightly. "Thanks. I'm going to be Champion someday."
They exchanged glances. Ariana gave her a Max Potion. Petrel handed her a weird snack he claimed was good for training.
Neither of them caught her name.
They moved on.
Later, they finally found the Snowpoint Temple, partially buried in snow. Inside stood a massive, dormant statue—Regigigas, the Colossus of Legends. Murals around it spoke of "chains," "balance," and a slumber that must never be disturbed.
They took pictures. Ariana sent them to Giovanni with a brief message:
"This could be something—or nothing. Sharing just in case."
—A
Back in Kanto, Giovanni read the report in silence.
The shrine. The titan. The ancient warnings.
He didn't dismiss it—but he didn't act either. Not yet.
"There are powers in this world we do not command. Not yet. Not ever, perhaps."
He filed the info under a confidential label: Myths & Dangers—a folder only he and Archer had access to.
Johto Region – Archer
Current Pokémon: Murkrow, Scizor, Houndour
Goldenrod City bustled under gray skies. Archer, trench coat billowing, moved like a ghost through crowded streets. He didn't need to speak. He watched, listened. Team Rocket's old assets in Johto were mostly dormant—but some were stirring.
In the countryside near Mahogany, rumors swirled of political unrest around Pryce, the region's aging Gym Leader. Archer followed them with quiet interest.
But he found something else.
Talk of a rising trainer—red-haired, from Blackthorn City—was spreading through towns and routes. This young man had already cleared multiple Gyms with a powerful team: Dragonair, Charizard, Gyarados, Pidgeot, and Seadra. No one knew what he was after, but Archer's instincts whispered:
This one might become significant.
Further north, in a neglected town, Archer encountered a pack of Houndour stealing food from villagers. Rather than punish them, he challenged the leader. After a silent battle, he extended an offer—not a command, but a request.
One Houndour stepped forward.
It joined him.
Unova Region – Proton
Current Pokémon: Hypno, Voltorb
Unova was noisy, crowded, and way too bright for Proton's liking. Castelia City especially.
He kept to the shadows. His job was mostly research: documenting local Pokémon, sending unique intel back to HQ, and occasionally disrupting petty criminals for target practice.
He'd already sent notes on a rumored man-made Pokémon—Genesect—though sources were sketchy.
One evening, he was being followed. A trio of silent figures watched from an alleyway. Clad in black, masked, and moving like liquid shadow.
He reached for Hypno.
They vanished.
A boy peeked around the corner. Maybe six years old. Wild green hair. Curious, knowing eyes.
"Don't mind them," the boy said. "They're… friends."
Proton crouched. "Who are you?"
The boy tilted his head. "I don't know yet."
Proton said nothing and walked away.
He made a mental note:
Shadow Triad? I had heard the rumours of this rogue group of people in black didnt think they existed and that boy he seemed to be able to speak to pokemon .
[Years Later – Rocket HQ Breakroom]
Ariana and Petrel sip coffee. A newspaper lies on the table.
Headline:"Cynthia Defends Title in Unbeaten Streak"
Ariana (frowning): "Hey… remember that weird little blonde girl with the Gible we helped?"
Petrel (blinking): "Oh yeah. Said something about ancient myths and destiny… Thought she was just a nerd."
Ariana (grabbing the paper): "Petrel. That was her."
Petrel (chokes on coffee): "WAIT—WHAT?!"
[Both stare at the paper in stunned silence.]
Petrel: "We should've recruited her."
Ariana (facepalming): "We trained the Sinnoh Champion by accident."