Without hesitation, she dashed out from her hiding spot.
The wind outside was still howling—not an ordinary wind, but a psychic tempest born from the clash between Mewtwo and Mew. Green's chestnut hair whipped wildly in the gale as she hunched low, gritting her teeth and shielding her face. Even so, human eyesight was useless in this turbid storm.
Debris and dust swirled in the psychic winds, pelting her body with stinging pain. Green sucked in a sharp breath. She couldn't see Mewtwo or Mew—only two violent flashes of purple light tearing through the sky. Explosions roared without end, steel and concrete twisted unnaturally, the earth beneath her feet wailed, and the clouds above seemed to scream.
Green reaffirmed her belief: This was not a power humans could withstand.
One who could stand as an army. One who could rival a nation!
Perhaps only the enigmatic Elite Four could oppose such calamities.
For a moment, a chilling sense of futility gripped her. The one I've been investigating, the enemy I want revenge against… Could they also be this terrifying?
A sharp pebble struck her cheek, snapping her back to reality. Wincing, she glanced frantically at the sky. She didn't dare summon her Pokémon here—she knew all too well the saying, "When the city gate catches fire, the fish in the moat suffer." In the crossfire between Mew and Mewtwo, even the residual shockwaves could be lethal to her and her team.
So, in this world saturated with psychic energy, she was utterly alone.
To recall a Pokémon, the ball had to physically touch it. But in this maelstrom of wind and explosions, that was nothing short of a pipe dream.
No choice. I have to try.
If it's a Psychic-type, if it's this powerful… Maybe it can hear me.
Finding a spot shielded from the wind, Green took a deep breath, cupped her hands around her mouth, and shouted:
"Mewtwo! If you don't stop now, your Trainer will die!"
In this psychic-infested space, sound shouldn't have carried. Yet, to her relief, the winds began to weaken—then ceased entirely.
Her guess had been right. The air itself was saturated with psychic energy, every particle acting as Mewtwo's eyes and ears.
But then, doubt crept in. A Pokémon this fearsome… Would it even obey a human? Maybe an elite Trainer could command it, but Ryuuske was a newcomer, only three or four months into his journey. What if Mewtwo doesn't care about its Trainer at all? What if it's willing to let him die just to win?
She had underestimated their bond.
The moment her words reached Mewtwo, the so-called "most ruthless" of Pokémon snapped back to clarity. The battle frenzy had consumed it, blinding it to everything but defeating its "original." Only now did it realize—something was wrong.
A quick psychic scan of Ryuuske's condition sent Mewtwo into panic. Ignoring Mew entirely, it dissolved into a streak of violet light and shot straight back into the Master Ball at Green's feet.
"So smart! It actually returned to the Poké Ball on its own!"
Green stared in awe at the Master Ball just a meter away. A Pokémon with such intellect and autonomy was unheard of. If she knew Mewtwo could communicate verbally with Ryuuske, she'd have been even more stunned.
"Mew?"
A soft, feline-like chirp sounded beside her.
To Green, it was the toll of a death knell.
Her neck creaked like rusted hinges as she turned—and there, ten meters away, floated Mew.
Pink fur slightly ruffled, its childlike eyes brimming with confusion and wariness.
Thanks to Recover, Mew showed no visible injuries. But its labored breathing and trembling limbs betrayed the toll of the battle.
Green wasn't foolish enough to think she could defeat it now, even in its weakened state. She still didn't dare summon her Pokémon—one wrong move, and Mew might obliterate them in a panic.
Cautiously stepping forward, she scooped up the Master Ball, then clasped her hands pleadingly.
"Uh… Lord Mewtwo? Lady Mewtwo? Your Highness Mewtwo? Could you maybe… come out and scare this Mew away for me?"
Inside the Master Ball's gene-modification fluid, Mewtwo didn't even bother opening its eyes. Green's sweet, desperate pleas meant as much to it as the rustling of roadside weeds.
Though it didn't speak, the message was clear: If I come out now, Ryuuske dies. Figure it out yourself.
Ugh! Just like its Trainer! I save the guy, and this is the thanks I get?!
Green gnashed her teeth, thinking of Ryuuske's infuriating smirk. After all I risked, he still mocked me! What did I do in a past life to deserve this? I should've let him die!
Regrets were pointless now. Frozen in place, she locked eyes with Mew. Her life was no longer in her hands—if Mew attacked, she was dead.
All she could do was pray silently.
Yet, even now, her opportunistic mind couldn't resist. If I sneak a photo of Mew from this close… I could sell it for a fortune, right?
Wait, why am I thinking about money at a time like this?!
"Mew?"
Mew curled slightly, drifting backward. Its innocent gaze flicked nervously to the Master Ball. With a flick of its long tail—and realizing Mewtwo wasn't pursuing—it bolted, vanishing in a streak of pink light.
"Haaah…"
Green collapsed to her knees, gasping. Only now did she notice her drenched back and clammy skin. She was fifteen, with dreams and goals still unfulfilled—she hadn't planned on dying a hero for some infuriating jerk!
Thank goodness. Mew's temperament seems gentle. And that fear in its eyes… Mewtwo must've traumatized it.
Clutching the Master Ball, she pushed herself up and sprinted back toward Ryuuske.
Never doing this again.
Next time, that bastard can rot!
To be continued…
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