harleyscars Chapter 224 The Darkness of a Three-in-One Body
Chapter 224 The Darkness of a Three-in-One Body
The Dark Trio are not nameless ninjas; each of them has their own name.
But everyone who knows them never refers to them by those three names individually. Because names are meaningless to this group, and identifying them separately would only cause unnecessary trouble for outsiders.
Let's reveal the answer directly: the names of the three ninjas are exactly the same in both pronunciation and spelling—they are all the same word, "Darkness".
Dark, dark, dark.
This is the shadow of plasma, a trinity, like a dark joke.
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"If only shame could disappear naturally like a scar on the forehead."
Darkness stroked his flat forehead and said with a deliberately regretful expression.
People love to find differences in similar things, and due to this inherent flaw in his own kind, the ninja had endured a difficult period of constant ridicule over the past month.
It wasn't until Dark secretly found a doctor in the cult and performed a minor facial plastic surgery on him during his return to the Plasma Group base that the ridicule and scorn from outsiders finally subsided.
But while wounds can heal completely, the stain of a failed mission is not so easily erased.
Rather than saying that "Darkness" used the opportunity of his wounds healing to get rid of the laughingstock of being ambushed, it would be more accurate to say that this shame, along with the disappearance of the "personality" on his forehead, was absorbed back into the collective called "Darkness Iron Triangle".
“This is the second mistake we’ve made since winter began.” The leader of the three, also named Darkness, turned around and glared at his trinity partner with a grim expression.
"Don't forget, before we lost to that detective, we had already suffered a great loss due to that evil king's tricks. Don't tell me you don't know the final consequences of that incident."
Over the past two weeks, Group Plasma has been in a state of near collapse. Funding shortages, salary shortfalls, and the collapse of countless affiliated organizations have led to the dissolution of many NGOs that had just begun to gain traction under the banner of "Elf Liberation."
The gambling king was merely sitting and playing a deck of cards when the Plasma Cult, which was once at its zenith in Unova, suffered an unprecedented blow. Not only did its commercial influence regress to the level of five years ago, but even the purple-robed sage Vio resigned his title of one of the Seven Sages because of this incident...
All of this began when the trio hastily accepted Yueju's surrender. They even made a bet with the cheating master at the cost of an exorbitant amount of cash, handing over "startup capital" to Yueju to build the Royal Union gambling ship.
"Okay, okay, boss, you don't always look so angry. Even if you're using anger to disguise your true feelings, this is going too far."
"Speaking of which, that guy named Lingju seems to be in the Tower of Heaven now."
The other Dark One, who had been silent until now, suddenly seemed to remember something. He put down the smoke bomb he was checking and reminded everyone, "After challenging the Unova Champion, shouldn't all his Pokémon be exhausted? If we ambush him on the way to the Pokémon Center, could we get revenge?"
However, Dark's proposal was opposed by the leader, Dark. This time, without turning his head, he succinctly rejected it, saying, "No unnecessary complications are allowed."
“Yes,” Darkness chimed in, speaking through her black mask.
"We are ninjas, and we should despise the interference of emotions such as joy, anger, hatred, and attachment. Without the orders of our servants, we have no reason to act. Tell me, you're not still holding a grudge against that evil-type Heavenly King, are you?"
"No." The darkness that asked the question shook its head. "I'm just a little curious. If we had emotions as rich as ordinary people, wouldn't we also have similar thoughts of wanting revenge?"
"...This seems like an interesting topic." Glancing at the silent leader, Darkness, Darkness seemed to pique his interest and began discussing it with Darkness—
"If I weren't a ninja, but just an ordinary person, I'd probably pray to heaven that the detective in the white jacket who threw the iron ball at me would suddenly appear before us. And then... what would I do then? Beat him up myself? Kill him, or find an iron ball and smash it over his head?"
"If it were just about revenge, wouldn't it be better to smash a ball over someone's head?" The Dark One on the other side also looked deep in thought. "But we don't have any weapons like that."
“Well, most of our ninjas’ offensive equipment consists of sharp weapons, so finding a suitable iron ball to use is indeed not easy. But if we carry such a thing on every mission just for revenge, it will affect our speed when we escape… Not only that, we also have to consider the possibility that the first iron ball will miss. To ensure that our revenge is successful, we have to carry at least three to five iron balls—this is not just affecting our movement, the load capacity is completely over the limit.”
"You might fall if you use the hook rope," Dark thoughtfully added.
"Yes, it's completely a losing proposition." Darkness sighed softly, touching his forehead, and concluded in a final statement.
"Luckily, we're ninjas, so we don't need to worry about the complicated emotions that ordinary people have. We only have our loyal masters and the mission we're carrying out in our eyes. Nothing else matters. That's our way of life... Hey? Boss, why is the car slowing down?"
The car came to a complete stop on the mountain road. Leader Darkness slowly lowered the steering wheel and pulled the handbrake. He then turned around and gazed at Darkness and Darkness chatting casually in the back seat.
Yes, the three members of the Dark Trio were currently riding in a moving vehicle. The reason why the leader, Dark, hadn't spoken to his two companions was because he was focused on driving.
This vehicle was loaded with over three hundred Poké Balls that had been stolen from elite trainers.
This dark trio was none other than the "commanders of the cult sent to liberate the elves" mentioned by N. Due to the green-haired youth's indifference towards humanity, he completely forgot to inform the detective of this important information.
"After listening to so much nonsense from you all, I'm almost starting to doubt your decision-making abilities." Dark scratched his long white hair in frustration and asked the other two members of the Iron Triangle seriously—
"If it weren't for revenge, but rather if we encountered someone we wanted to take revenge on during a mission who tried to obstruct us, what would you do?"
Darkness looked completely bewildered, as did the other Darkness beside her.
"Of course, we'll prioritize the mission. If they still try to block our way, we'll handle it the same way we would with any other person blocking our path."
"Yeah, why not just kill them?"
The two answered directly without the slightest hesitation.
"Alright, now your chance has come."
Darkness spoke to Darkness and Darkness, pointing straight ahead through the windshield.
In the far distance, almost out of sight, a gigantic Salamence coiled in the middle of the road. In front of the dragon, a young man in black clothes and black hair stood side by side with a little girl.
Just as the literal meaning of "blocking the way".
"Do you remember the post-mortem analysis we did after that defeat regarding the museum battle?"
“We underestimated our enemy and let our guard down,” Darkness said.
“Insufficient preparation beforehand forced us into their rhythm,” Darkness said.
“And there’s one more crucial point.” The leader nodded in darkness, adding the final key point, “Someone was knocked down the moment the battle began, disrupting the tacit understanding they had developed over a long period of time, making it impossible for them to take advantage of our trinity.”
"Yes." The two figures in darkness responded in unison, their expressions equally devoid of emotion.
Judging from their current behavior, it's impossible to tell which of the triplets was knocked down by the detective's iron ball at the start of the battle.
As they themselves said, the darkness of the Trinity does not possess the same rich emotions as ordinary people.
Therefore, although they were troubled by the ridicule of others, feelings of guilt did not ripple in the hearts of any of them—the shame had already been evenly divided into three parts and dissolved into the darkness and darkness and darkness.