This is a fantastic and climactic chapter! The payoff to the rivalry you've been building between Giovanni and Musashi is brutal and satisfying. It perfectly demonstrates Giovanni's cunning and the strength he's built in his Weedle.
The machine translation, as expected, had some major errors. It confused the names again (Musen for Musashi, Xiaosheng for Katsu), the dialogue was often stilted, and the final moments of the fight lacked the cold, calculated precision that defines Giovanni's character.
I have refined the chapter to correct all the names, sharpen the dialogue to make it more impactful, and rewrite the final confrontation to better reflect Giovanni's ruthless efficiency.
Chapter 20: The End of Musashi
"You? How is this possible?!"
Musashi, now completely surrounded, looked around in disbelief. He couldn't understand how this was happening, how he had fallen into Giovanni's trap for a third time.
Giovanni's voice was as cold as ice. "Get rid of them."
Following Giovanni's command, Katsu and his Machop were the first to act. The burly youth was honest to a fault, but he was also brave. His newly hatched Machop was not yet a powerhouse, but it was more than enough to hold back one of Musashi's thugs.
The onlookers were stunned by this turn of events.
"How did that guy get roped in as his muscle?"
"Yeah! I thought he was a goner last night! I can't believe his egg hatched!"
"Musashi's gang is finished!"
From a corner of the room, the grunt who had spoken with Giovanni watched with wide eyes as more than twenty recruits suddenly declared their allegiance. He now understood. Giovanni held some unknown, powerful secret that allowed him to command such loyalty.
Musashi didn't care what anyone thought. He only knew they were trapped. He glared at Giovanni, his face a mask of fury.
"If you've got any guts," he shrieked, "come out and fight me one-on-one!"
"Idiot," Giovanni said with disdain. He gestured to his new followers. "What are you waiting for? Attack."
The twenty-odd recruits, who had been frozen in place, felt a shiver run down their spines as Giovanni's cold gaze fell upon them. When his Weedle also shifted, its stinger glinting, they scrambled to obey.
"Y-yes, sir!"
Twenty-odd Pokémon descended upon Musashi's ten. It wasn't a fight; it was a slaughter. And all the while, the strongest of them all, Giovanni, simply watched.
Musashi's face turned crimson with rage. He pointed a shaking finger at Giovanni. "Charmander, go! Kill that bastard!"
His Charmander, still holding a grudge from their last encounter, needed no encouragement. It charged straight for Giovanni and Weedle, easily batting aside the one or two Pokémon that tried to block its path. As a starter, it was a cut above the rest.
But Giovanni and Weedle remained perfectly calm. Their strength gave them confidence.
"String Shot," Giovanni commanded.
Weedle immediately opened its mouth and shot streams of silk at the charging Charmander.
"Charmander, use Ember!" Musashi screamed from behind.
The Fire-type puffed out its cheeks and spewed a cloud of hot embers, which instantly incinerated the flammable silk.
Musashi laughed wildly. "What a useless Bug-type! Its silk is worthless! My starter is still the strongest!"
The recruits Giovanni had gathered hesitated, their confidence shaken.
But Giovanni remained composed. "Continue," he ordered Weedle. "Alternate between Poison Sting and String Shot."
Weedle didn't doubt its master. It unleashed a continuous, alternating barrage of attacks, a rhythm it had practiced for ten days straight.
"Charmander!" Musashi roared. "Show this bug what real power is! Ember!"
The Charmander disdainfully opened its mouth and began spewing a constant stream of fire, blocking Weedle's attacks. However, Weedle's daily training and specialized diet meant its stamina and reserves were far greater. After just a dozen exchanges, the flame on Charmander's tail began to weaken. Its momentum faltered.
"Is... is Charmander getting tired?"
"It looks like it's exhausted!"
"Shut up!" Musashi roared at the onlookers. "My Charmander is the strongest!"
But it was true. The Charmander's condition was deteriorating rapidly. It let out a weak cough, and instead of flames, a puff of black smoke emerged from its mouth.
Giovanni seized the opportunity. "Now! Dense String Shot. Seal its mouth and limbs."
The targeted training paid off. Weedle spat out several thick, heavy strands of silk. They wrapped around Charmander's mouth, silencing it, and bound its limbs, completely immobilizing it. The Fire-type struggled frantically, but the silk, reinforced daily, was now incredibly tough. It couldn't break free.
"Impossible!" Musashi screamed in terror. "This is impossible!"
The onlookers, especially those with Bug-types, couldn't resist adding insult to injury.
"My Charmander is the strongest..." one of them mocked, mimicking Musashi's earlier boast.
"So starters aren't so tough after all? I think my Caterpie could take it!"
Musashi's eyes were bloodshot. A desperate idea struck him. "Use your tail!" he shrieked. "Burn the silk with the flame on your tail!"
The struggling Charmander immediately tried to obey.
But Giovanni had already given the final order. "Poison Sting."
One needle after another flew from Weedle's horn, each one striking the immobilized Charmander. Before the flame on its tail could even touch the silk, it let out a tragic cry, its body bristling with needles. The potent venom turned its orange scales a sickening shade of purple, and it collapsed, foaming at the mouth.
To see a prized starter Pokémon brought to such a state was a true waste— but Giovanni felt no pity. His Weedle was the strongest.
"Useless," he said coldly to Musashi. "You took a perfectly good Pokémon and raised it into trash."
Provoked beyond reason, his plans in ruins, Musashi finally snapped. He lost all composure and charged madly at Giovanni. "I'll kill you!" he roared.
Giovanni watched him come, making no move to engage him physically. When Musashi was just a few feet away, he spoke a single, final command.
"Poison Sting."
Hiss. Hiss.
A stream of needles shot from Weedle's horn. Musashi suffered the same fate as his Charmander. He did not, however, have a starter Pokémon's resilience. After taking the full barrage, he collapsed, choking and foaming at the mouth. His body swelled from the poison, bloating like a grotesque purple balloon.
He twitched twice, then lay still at Giovanni's feet.