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As the man, the myth, the legend was walking down the hallway leading up to the president's office, he passed by magnificent treasures that most normal people would never see with their own two eyes. The paintings of past presidents were so realistic, it could make you honestly shed a tear. Yujiro Hanma couldn't help but gaze into the long hallways that stretched so magnificently towards the beautiful door where the president of Tesla stayed.
Yujiro didn't usually understand the full extent of who this man is, all he knew is that this man was one of the most powerful people in the world. As much as people could glaze this mystery man though, Yujiro still knew.. that he would be stronger than anyone in any room, ever. That would be the reality up until he reaches the end of the hallway. He looks up at the door, towering over him as he barely feels any rush of excitement at all for standing right in front of one of the most powerful men on earth. As he reached for the door, a strange feeling suddenly overwhelmed him. Overwhelmed him! Yujiro has never felt like this in his entire life, from standing face to face against a prehistoric roided up caveman to his own beast of a son, also known as Baki Hanma, he has never felt like this before. Yujiro takes a step back, shocked by the sudden influx of aura. Its like he was hit with a shock wave of power the moment he put his hand on the door. He wanted to angrily burst in, wondering what was the meaning of this. Seriously? The owner of Nintendo being an actual powerful man..? No way! Yujiro shakes his head, dismissing this strange feeling. He put his hand on the door again, intending not to take another step back. That's when he started to feel it again. What was this feeling? Fear? Excitement? His hair started to float. He felt the tips of each strand of his hair start to fly, defying gravity itself right before he sucked up and pushed in the door.
The moment he opened the door, he was met with a lavish table with fancy music playing in invisible speakers, fancy food and drinks lined by the table, though Yujiro had honestly seen better, this was already kind of interesting. Everything was so grand and lavish, it was almost like he arrived in heaven when in actuality, he has now stepped foot in hell.
Elon Musk sat by the end of the table, staring at the man who just stepped foot in the door. The first thing Yujiro notices about people when he first sees them is their outfits. Elon wore a cheap, white polo despite being one of the richest people on earth. Yujiro scoffs, however, he felt no pull. Yujiro couldn't feel that PULL coming from Elon compared to every other opponent he has ever beat down. At first he was confused, if Elon wasn't the man making him.. scared? ..then why was his hair standing as if there was a very powerful presence in this room? "Yujiro. You're late." Elon says at the end of his table, seated properly on his magnificent, golden throne which was significantly bigger than the other chairs by the dining room. At that point it was clear that Yujiro wasn't at the tip of his toes just for one man, but 5 of the other "people" that sat across from each other, "people" that Yujiro has never even recognised.
He stares at the people, who in turn stare right back at him. "..late? I.. I am Yujiro Hanma. There is no such term used in describing my punctuality. I am never late, you lower beings are just too early." Yujiro says with a growl before he walks up to the table, eyeing each strange individual before taking a seat on one of the beautiful silk covered chairs, right across from Elon Musk himself. One of the normal looking people scoffs, rolling his eyes at Yujiro's arrogance. "Now, now, don't flatter yourself. Let's not use that kind of attitude here. Especially when you're next to people who.. are like you." Elon says with a smirk.
Paintings, flowers and gold were scattered all around the room in a magnificent display of outrageous wealth, even a large portrait of Elon right behind the man himself as if it wasn't clear who this man was. An even bigger chandelier with gorgeous gemstones encrusted upon its ring loomed above all the different looking people in the room. It was truly a sight to behold. "So.. everyone." Elon finally begins. "You're probably wondering what brings you all here today? Well.. this is going to be a surprise to.. some of you, but I have a deal to make with you all." He says in an announcement tone of voice, shouting to everyone present in that room right now.
Yujiro raises an eyebrow. A deal? A deal with all of us? Yujiro suddenly looks around cautiously again. Based on context clues, he could tell that these people were his equals. Why else would Elon make a deal with all of them instead of just him?
"I will provide free housing, food, and entertainment. You all won't worry about anything under my care." Elon says as he takes a deep sip from his sparkling red wine. Like a king sipping on his golden cup. "In addition to free healthcare, I'll make your lives more exciting than it has ever been." He adds on, glaring at the people from across the room.
"You're probably wondering what my goal is." Elon says with a sly look on his face. "Spit it out, old man! I don't have all day." A voice emerges from one of the people sitting on their chairs. A voice of a younger boy with most of his brown bangs covering his eyes. We wore a casual school uniform as if he got here unprepared. He clutched a small black notebook labeled with "Death Note" by his left hand as he gazes around the room with suspicion. "He's right. Some of us have more important things to be doing.." another says, this time a beautiful lady with gorgeous red hair fixed into a braid. Her eyes spiraled unnaturally orange as they gaze into Elon's soul, smiling blankly as she stares.
"Well, I'll just tell you now then. Pokemon battles are about to be a HUGE thing. This is classified information, but Nintendo has partnered with Tesla to make a new cutting edge piece of technology.. the Pokeball." Elon gives exposure as the people around the table listen up, some gaze off to the side, groan as he talks, or completely ignore him, but Elon still went on, ignoring their behaviours.
"Ive always wanted to be a gym leader.. and you guys would be my perfect team."
Suddenly, everyone's eyes focus on Elon. Team? What the hell does that mean? Each and every individual in the room instantly keeps an eye out for each other, observing and picking things out of each other before laughter suddenly erupts, breaking the silence as everyone starts laughing. Some don't, but most do. "Fufufufu! Who do you think you're talking to, Musk?" A voice shouts from one of the chairs, leaning in with a devious smile plastered on his face. He wore cat-eye shades and a fluffy pink coat, dressed totally unseriously with his chest and abs flaunted out for the world to see and bright pink pants with orange stripes. It was such an atrocious outfit, even Yujiro could tell this man couldn't dress.
"Are you planning to make us pokemon or something?" The boy with the strange black notebook from earlier asks, clutching his pen as Elon keeps his mouth shut. "What the hell is a pokemon?" The horribly dressed one asks. "Where the hell is this going?" One of the more serious males asks, his dirty blonde hair getting on his face while he questions this entire meetup.
"I own all of you, and you'll be my best team." Elon puffs his chest out, standing up on his throne-like chair encased with gold to flaunt his authority and wealth. As the room goes wild with people and non-human creatures laughing all around the place, Elon snaps his fingers. In a split second, masterballs fall from the ceiling, hitting a few on the head when they are caught off guard. Yujiro was one of the few with fast enough reflexes to quickly sidestep out of the way, the masterball hitting the ground.
Yujiro laughs once more, Elon Musk's attack was futile on him. Did he really think something as insignificant as a tiny, plastic ball could hit him? How low did Elon think of these guys? Yujiro looks around the room, seeing half of them suddenly gone.
"What.. what just happened?" Yujiro laughs, trying his best to calm down. Most of them have seemingly disappeared. "Where did they.." Yujiro slowly looks over to his side, only the Masterball remained of the guy next to him with the blonde slickbacked hair with the crazy tie and purple blazer. A lot of people had disappeared. The one of the few who remained was this purple haired woman with her hair tied in a long, thick braid, decorated with accessories. Her outfit resembled a kimono if it was made for movement and fighting. She was also wearing some revealing ass shit. She radiated purple aura as when she attempted to slice the masterball in half, the indestructible thing bounced off her spear and was thrown to the wall.
The guy with the pink furry coat and funny glasses also remained. "What kind of contraption is this?!" He shouts, standing over the pokeball as he looks over back at Elon. "Do you think you could fool me with a purple.. plastic ball?! What a plan, you fool!! Fufufu!" He shouts, suddenly summoning a thin, wire like string that flew right at Elon.
Before the string could even graze Elon, he suddenly reaches for his pocket and throws a pokeball on the ground. Out from a glow of light came a human figure, forming quickly before slicing the string before it could reach Elon. The figure finally stops glowing after a moment, revealing himself to be..
"Admiral Akainu?!”
As Yujiro shoved his hands in his pockets and tried not to look confused, he noticed the man with the funny glasses start to quiver. His lip shook as he took a large step back, retracting his wire. As this Akainu character was about to launch a large block of magma at the 3 remaining challengers, he was rudely interrupted by a blinding flash of light before getting zapped back into the tiny plastic Masterball.
Yujiro finally got it. Something fucking crazy and magical was happening, and he seriously doesnt want to test the limits of what billionaire Elon could pull out of his sleeve next. He turned his heel to run, but as he was about to retreat, he remembered one thing.
“I am him.” a voice calls out from the back of his mind. That's when he realised. He is Yujiro Hanma. He could never run or hide, that just isn't in his nature. Anything along the lines of a tactical retreat reeks of cowardice to him, so he turns right back around. He won't run. He could never.
As he was having his moment, Elon had already summoned Baldi from Baldi’s basics and ordered him to catch the 3. The blonde summoned another batch of strings, prepared to kill this bald guy. However before he could even blink, Baldi had already teleported behind the 3 of them with one smack of his ruler.