Giratina's Butler- Cyrus!

A few hours later

Ace came to a stop, looking at a man. The man had his hands behind his back, wearing a slightly more professional set of clothing. The most defining feature was his cyan spiky hair!

Ace frowned and observed the man, who was looking at the Mural. The Man turned halfway and looked at Ace, they were both silent until Ace spoke, "Cyrus." Cyrus glanced at him and said lightly, "You know me. Unexpected."

Ace furrowed his brows, "This is a Team Galactic free zone." Cyrus turned back to the Mural, "I simply came to observe this Mural. You unearthed this?" Ace crossed his arms, "You can say that." Cyrus looked at Arceus at the top with a halo around its head, not saying anything.

Ace was getting antsy, he wasn't good at dealing with silent types! When they didn't talk, it made him want to talk more!

Cyrus suddenly said, "I have information on Team Flare." Ace's pupils shrank and he clenched his fists, his eyes twitched and his teeth creaked. Cyrus glanced at the corner of his eyes, feeling an immense bloodlust.

He could practically smell the malicious intentions. He nodded to himself, sure enough. His calculations were correct. Based on the attitude in the Games Ace has produced, his disgust with Rocket is practically non-existent.

From the information he's gathered, Ace came to Sinnoh from Kanto, however he was originally from Galar and brought a Noivern, Sandaconda, and Eiscue with him. When he came to Sinnoh, they were gone.

But if not Team Rocket, then whom? He ruled out Team Galactic, since he knew everything going on in his own organization.

Finally, the attitude towards Diantha…

Cyrus snorted in his heart. As he thought.

Emotions were something humanity didn't need!

He turned to the Mural, with their Power… A Perfect World can be created in his own hands!

Ace looked at Cyrus, "What do you want." Cyrus didn't even look back, "I won't ask you to join Team Galactic, as I assume you'll refuse. However, I want a building in Oreburgh to be made into a Base of Operations." Ace frowned.

Yes! There was an intense bloodlust.

How could there not be?

Ace's best dreams were tearing Bryony limb from limb.

Just because he doesn't show his sadness and anger to the world, it doesn't mean that he suddenly forgot about his Pokemon. The difference was that Ace wasn't the type of person to keep a sour face all day.

Nor did he want to.

Brooding all day and festering in rage isn't something without consequence… You have to know, most of the times that you keep a negative emotion bubbling on the surface, the more it affects you.

This was one of the reasons that Ace that did all these thankless tasks. Giving out Eggs, powering people up, letting people push him around slightly, being nice to most people, going with the flow, agreeing with most things, or even joking around most of the time…

All these things made him happy to do and could relieve some of his mental burdens. In fact, Ace already blamed himself for not treating his Pokemon well before and only realizing it when they were gone.

If he wanted, he could be silent and cold to everyone and everything. In the end, he had no doubts he would eventually explode mentally and become a villain. But that would only bring him back to his lowest point.

Cold and Alone.

There was no point in being a selfish asshole because this wasn't Naruto, nor was it Akame Ga Kill. There was no Super World Suppressing Evil Organization to be wary of. Which is the reason that he was so nonchalant about where all his things came from.

In fact, Ace knew that none of them believed it but he just didn't care. Odds are, he would even tell them if they asked.

Why?

It's very simple, because that'd be fun and he was a nice person.

One person using the System to themselves can become strong, yes. But in the end, strong and alone will get boring fast, not to mention, he definitely would not have the friends he has today.

If possible, Ace wanted the Power to Change all Pokemon Abilities. This kind of thing satisfied his want for tough battles and profited everyone. So, the so-called 'Idiocy' for sharing benefits, is frankly childish.

As long as it makes him happy and alleviates even a tiny bit of the unbridled hatred in his heart, he will do it!

Of course, there's times where it comes out by accident… Like with Diantha.

However, to be very clear, even if Diantha is not an attentive Champion, these insults and Ace's cold attitude is a complete projection for his own hatred of himself for what happened.

But, that's another problem entirely.

In short, Cyrus grabbed a very critical thread!

Ace calmed down, his brain was still online! He closed his eyes and let out a breath, gritting his teeth, "I… don't need it!" Cyrus paused and turned to Ace with his hands behind his back, a hint of appreciation in his eyes, "It seems I misjudged you, Ace."

Ace let out a heavy breath from his nose, opening his eyes, "You can look at the Mural, but you must accept being Monitored." Cyrus looked at Ace, who pressed on his temples, "This is my last concession. Everything that happens in Oreburgh happens under my eyes. If even ONE Pokemon goes missing against their will, before Team Flare is gone, there will not be a single Team Galactic Grunt to tell the tale."

Cyrus looked at him in silence, Ace looked at him with an indifferent gleam in his eyes. Cyrus snorted with unknown meaning, "Very well." before turning around and looking at the Mural again.

Ace turned around and walked away, Cyrus glanced at his back and trailed down his gaze to Ace's clenched fists before taking his eyes off, thinking to himself.

It seems this sheep is actually a Wolf in sheep's clothing.

He glanced up to the side, seeing Noivern yawning while laying on a rooftop, looking at him. Cyrus observed Noivern in-depth, coming to the conclusion that this must be Ace's ace… 

The discoloration… It is simply a Ghost.

However, it seemed that Ace and Noivern specifically had a special connection. This is already the second one he trained… Cyrus started calculating in his heart, thinking about many things.

He was right!

Noivern was completely white with red highlights. It was pretty Handsome aesthetically.

Not to mention, Cyrus seemed to really have hit the nail on the head, there was indeed a special connection with the duo.

Ace returned home and sent all the Pokemon to the backyard to train themselves, as he sat on the cliff, overlooking Oreburgh. Sirfetch'd looked at him as Ace stared at the city, rubbing something in between his fingers.

Sirfetch'd walked over and quacked, patting Ace's back, "Sirfetch'd?" Ace turned and smiled, rubbing Sirfetch'd's feathers, "I'm fine, buddy. Can you watch over their training for me?" Sirfetch'd looked at him before nodding, "Sir." Ace smiled gently, softly brushing his crest feathers, "Thanks."

Sirfetch'd puffed his chest and walked to the backyard as Ace turned back to the city.