Chapter no.202 The Secret to Win (Patreon)

Alakazam, use psycho cut on Charizard. Lucian commanded, inwardly feeling that the battle had once again, turned into the same as his Bronzong against that Garchomp.
"Shadow claw." Cynthia commanded, as Charizard's claws got engulfed with ghostly fumes, the very antithesis of psychic power, before it slammed said claws head-on into the incoming psychic barrage.
"End it. Use blast burn."
The fire-type let out a furious roar, before slamming its forelimb into the ground, literally uprooting the entire arena, as rocks and liquid magma were pulled out of the ground, the hellish flames ascending upward al across the battleground, allowing no place where Alakazam could stay unaffected from its unbridled fury.
After the smoke receded, only a single draconic creature remained standing in whatever remained of the battle arena. A wounded and completely unconscious Alakazam, now devolved back into its natural form, lay fallen on one of the rock boulders.
Silence pervaded the stadium for a while.
"Alakazam is unable to battle. The winner is Charizard." The commentator whispered, his voice slowly gaining strength. "And with that, CYNTHIA has solidified her position as the Sinnoh Champion!"
Said champion turned towards Lucian, who seemed completely exhausted, and was staring back at her, as if seeing her for the first time. Then, the corner of the man's lips twisted into a content smile, as he nodded at her. It was as if, a misty glass between them had dropped, and now the man was realizing something that he had missed spotting in the first place.
No words were said, and yet, something far more precious was admitted.
And Cynthia smiled back.
[ Back in Lavender Tower ]
Buried Alive was pissed as it found the human boy to be missing.
Through Butch's memories, Buried Alive knew that the human was using a special crystal which was made naturally when the bodies of dark type Pokemon are fossiled for thousands of years under the pressure and heat of underwater volcanoes hence these crystals were rare. So rare that only a hundred people in the entire world knew of their existence.
These crystals could cover the body of anyone touching it in a veil of dark type energy effectively making them invisible to ghosts.
Buried Alive had a sadistic smile as he let out a bellowed laugh that showed traces of insanity.
Hide, Hide like the prey you are. I'll enjoy hunting you down.
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Austin couldn't help shudder as he felt chills down his spines as he heard the insane laughter of Buried Alive.
( ~ Crack ~ )
( ~ Boom ~ )
Under the command of Buried Alive, the white hand began thrashing about causing destruction where ever it hit.
Austin and Pikachu hopped on Scizor as they flew out of the room.
Austin had given an explicit command.
Find Marowak.
While Scizor and Pikachu were confused at their Trainer's decision of action but they didn't question him as they knew their trainer wouldn't give them a command that would get them into danger.
Munna meanwhile had figured out what Austin was trying to do.
Buried Alive would more then likely target marowak and her son and use them as hostages to flush them out.
{ Munna, can you think of a way to get some help from that haunter ? }
{ I can but that would alert that thing. }
{ What if we distract buried alive ? Could you then contact Haunter telepathically ? }
{ Yes but you have to distract the thing long enough for me to establish a telepathic connection. }
{ How long ? }
{ 1 minute }
{ ..... }
{ Trainer, are we going to be ok ? }
{ Don't worry Munna, we will be fine. Just think of this as a bad dream. }
{ That's called a nightmare }
{ ( ~ Chuckle ~ ) I wasn't aware. }
{ Hehehe }
{ Munna, can you tell Scizor and Pikachu my plan ? }
{ I am all ears }
{ You don't have any ears, Munna }
{ .... }
{ .... }
{ That's cringe }
{ Just tell them my plan ! }
Austin said with a frown as he clicked on his Pokedex.
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[ Lavender Tower - Hidden Burrow ]
Cubone closed his eyes as he tried to block all the sound of the rampage of the white hand.
Holding his mother's club, Cubone hugged it tightly as he gazed upon his mother who was on lookout for any kind of danger.
Marowak looked at the ceiling that was shaking.
Was that human boy, alright ?
What had happened to those kind pokemon ?
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[ Team Rocket Headquarters. Viridian City.]
The sockets slowly expanded outward with a hiss, as the plugs moved out, allowing the robotic armour built around him free to move ahead, with disturbing or worse, damaging the ultra-expensive supercomputing machinery behind him. He didn't even need to shake his finger, not even by an infinitesimally trace amount. Instead, his eyes suddenly opened, revealing the bright icy fire within them, as the armour plunged into action, the wires built around his person, one that was directly connected to his secondary spinal cord, shining brightly as raw energy, not just psychic but raw, undifferentiated power flowed through them, activating the other functions of the armour. A lesser entity would have thought of the suit as a crutch, something that should only be used for a handicap. A lesser entity would also have thought it better to rely on one's own power and ability, instead of enhancements.
Mewtwo, was not a lesser entity.
He levitated himself upward, not caring to even show the slightest movement, as he teleported. There was no bright light to follow it, no sudden electromagnetic interference registered in the equipment all around. His teleportation, if the ability could even be called that, was simply too fast, too powerful, and too effective to be measured by these… rudimentary machines.
And then he appeared, right in the command base, where his partner was sitting in the shadows, listening to lesser men and women report to him. A red-haired human woman was addressing his partner, while a masked man standing next to him stood silently.
"I understand what you ask for, Ariana." Boss replied. "Nevertheless, it must begin immediately."
"Boss,even if we were to conduct Phase 4, it would pose a significant risk to our own men and pokémon. They could die-"
"That's what they do."Mewtwo's cold, unassuming voice, created by his own psychic self, flooded into the chamber, as everyone turned around (and paled, naturally), seeing him floating right there.
He smirked. It felt good to know that these humans knew their place, even if they understood that he was working with them.
"Mewtwo." The man in the shadows called out, "please do not antagonize them. Pierce, Ariana. Leave us. I have some important issues to address right now."
The two Executives nodded their heads, before quickly leaving the command base, almost akin to how pests run away, in presence of their natural predator.
At least Giovanni shares those qualities, despite his status as a human.
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[ 𝐎𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡 ]
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗰𝘂𝗹𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗠𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻. 𝗧𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗻, 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝗲𝘅𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲𝘀 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲. 𝗠𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗮 𝗡𝗶𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗮, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆𝘁𝗵 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗹𝘂𝗻𝗮𝗿 𝗱𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀, 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲. 𝗜𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗮 𝗕𝘂𝗻𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘆, 𝗼𝗿 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘀 𝗮 𝗡𝗶𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗼 𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗡𝗶𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗮 𝗣𝗶𝗸𝗮𝗰𝗵𝘂. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗡𝗶𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗶𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝗿, 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗡𝗶𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗽 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻, 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝘃𝗼𝗹𝘃𝗲. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗲𝗯𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗴𝗶𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗴𝗲𝗼𝗴𝗹𝘆𝗽𝗵, 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗮𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻 𝗕𝘂𝘀𝗵 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗶 𝗜𝘀𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀. 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗠𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝗡𝗶𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗮 (𝗼𝗿 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗮𝗿-𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻) 𝗮 𝘀𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗲𝘁𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗡𝗶𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗮 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲𝘀, 𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝗵𝗮𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗹𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿𝘆.]