Afternoon.
A pretty hilarious scene was unfolding.
Silas's five Pokémon sat in a row before him, watching the move demonstration on his laptop while Silas explained the mechanics. To Suzie, it looked exactly like a teacher giving a lesson—only, this "teacher" was a ten-year-old kid, and the five "students" in the front row weren't even human...
While explaining, usually-taciturn Silas was on fire—talking a mile a minute, saliva flying as he explained every detail. But to his dismay, only Dragonite and Gastly looked remotely thoughtful; the other three Pokémon just stared at him blankly, as if to say: "Trainer, what are you even talking about?"
Suzie fought back laughter at the sight of the three dumbfounded Pokémon, while Silas tried not to cough up blood—he'd just laid out the principles behind Rasengan and Chidori, so why on earth did none of them get it?
Just as Silas was racking his brains about how to explain Rasengan so the three could finally understand, Dragonite suddenly spoke up, its voice sharp and piercing: "Trainer, is this the kind of move you meant?"
Startled, Silas looked up—and immediately froze.
Because a glowing yellow orb had appeared in Dragonite's left claw, and a crackling bolt of lightning danced in its right, buzzing with that familiar high-pitched sound—Rasengan and Chidori, clear as day!
"How… how's that even possible?" Silas stared in shock. Dragonite's comprehension was unreal. If anyone from Naruto World ever saw this, they'd probably faint from envy. This level of talent was simply cheating.
"These are powerful moves." As Silas gawked, Dragonite dissipated the Rasengan and Chidori and turned to Silas with genuine admiration: "Trainer, the moves you created are really strong and practical—the only problem is…"
Dragonite paused, thoughtful, so Silas pressed, "Well?"
Dragonite hesitated, then confessed, "You explained it in great detail, but not in the right way. Maybe you thought your basic logic was obvious, but for us, it was all foreign. So, to be honest, your whole lecture kind of went over our heads."
"…!" Silas almost coughed up blood. So he'd just wasted all his breath?!
"Um…" Seeing Silas's crushed expression, Dragonite continued, "May I make a suggestion?"
"Go on."
"It's about these new moves you developed," Dragonite said. "They're strong, and Pikachu and Gastly can dive right in and start practicing, but Charizard and Tyranitar can't. If they try learning right away, they could end up seriously hurting themselves."
"Why?" Silas instantly grew serious—this was about his two main fighting partners, no room for carelessness.
"Control issues!" Dragonite explained patiently, "Tyranitar and Charizard have only just stepped into the Legendary Pokémon tier, so their control over their power is shaky. The moves you've designed require a lot of control—forcing them to train like this could just get them hurt."
Power mastery!
That phrase echoed in Silas's mind, making his headache flare up—he'd tried so many times in the past to train Charizard and Tyranitar for control, but it never worked!
While Silas was chewing on this, Dragonite made a suggestion: "Trainer, why not let me train Charizard and Tyranitar? I'll guarantee they learn Rasengan within two months!"
"One month," Silas corrected, slicing the time in half. "Just don't cripple or kill them, and you can train however you want!"
"Deal!" Dragonite agreed right away, while Charizard and Tyranitar shot him tragic, betrayed looks. They might not have understood Silas's detailed move explanations, but it was clear enough what he and Dragonite were discussing—a month of training with Dragonite? This was going to be brutal…
'Charizard!'
'Tyranitar!'
Seeing Silas and Dragonite settle things so quickly, Charizard and Tyranitar immediately started protesting, both staring at Silas with wide, desperate eyes, as if begging him to reconsider…
Their protest came as no surprise to Silas—after all, they were Legendary-level too, just more inexperienced. But he had no time to spare, not with Mewtwo's plot looming. He had to get his roster ready as fast as possible. Not amused, he barked, "Can it! If Dragonite ever reports you two didn't finish the day's training, you're both going without dinner!"
No dinner?!
Charizard and Tyranitar froze, then frantically nodded, desperate to prove they'd cooperate.
"…." Silas just stared at his two gutless Pokémon. He turned to Dragonite, "I'll leave them to you then!"
"Follow me!" Dragonite didn't waste another word. It grew to full size, grabbed Tyranitar, and shot skyward. Charizard scrambled to catch up in a panic!
Once the three Pokémon had departed, Silas turned his attention to Gastly.
"Don't look at me," Gastly blurted, his shadowy form fading away, "I'll be back at lunch and dinner. I get what you meant. I don't need more guidance—I'll test things out for myself!" With that, Gastly's form vanished completely, as if terrified Silas might place even more "impossible" expectations on him, leaving Silas half amused, half exasperated.
Finally… Silas's eyes fell on Pikachu.
Pikachu immediately shrank back, eyes pleading and mournful—no other Pokémon had been put through as much training as Pikachu since Silas started traveling. It knew just how harsh Silas could be, always finding new ways to push it, even outside training. Pikachu dearly wanted to ask for "self-study" too… but speech wasn't exactly its strong suit.
As Pikachu stared at him, Silas broke into a wicked grin. "Come on, Pikachu… let's begin!"
...
Pallet Town, back mountain.
Day after day flew by.
Silas's five Pokémon were deep in hellish training.
Down at the foot of the mountain, in the woods, Charizard and Tyranitar had been run ragged by non-stop endurance training.
Dragonite, meanwhile, had "borrowed" a wild Pidgeot from somewhere and barked orders at the collapsed Charizard: "You know the drill—use Flamethrower! Pidgeot can't get knocked out in one hit, but it's got to burn off at least half, ideally two-thirds of its stamina!"
'Rrgh~'
Charizard answered weakly, eyes full of hopeless despair. This Pidgeot was unbelievably weak—how much did it have to hold back? But if it didn't do as Dragonite said, it could forget about dinner… or even a good night's sleep. Sighing, Charizard spat a little purple flame.
Crap!
The second the fire left its mouth, Charizard realized it had overdone it—if the blast hit, it'd definitely be a one-shot KO!
As regret flashed through Charizard's eyes, a yellowish blur zipped in front of Pidgeot. Dragonite, with a Water Gun, intercepted the flame at the last moment, then snapped, "How have you STILL not mastered control?"
'Charizard!'
Getting chewed out only made Charizard angrier, and it protested right back.
Dragonite couldn't be bothered to argue, so it just told Tyranitar, "Your turn—Hyper Beam on Pidgeot! Don't knock it out instantly. I'll be back to check. Right now, I've got a lesson to teach Charizard."
'Tyranitar~'
Tyranitar complied, giving Charizard a sympathetic glance.
Because Silas was so relentlessly demanding, Dragonite trained Charizard and Tyranitar with utter ruthlessness. If they met their targets, fine; if not—it was beatdown city. And since Dragonite was the most ridiculously overpowered member of the crew, fighting back did them no good—if anything, it just made things worse!
With Dragonite and Charizard gone, Tyranitar threw Pidgeot another quick look of pity, then started charging up Hyper Beam. The poor Pidgeot just trembled, rooted to the spot…
...
While Charizard and Tyranitar were suffering, the forest's wild Pokémon weren't faring much better.
Because lately, a black "assassin" kept appearing from nowhere. Wherever it showed up, disaster struck Pokémon in the area. Thankfully, the "assassin" never seemed interested in killing, so there were no fatalities. Still—injuries were everywhere!
Somewhere deep within the forest…
The place was eerily silent. Usually, wild Pokémon calls filled the air, but today, nothing.
If any Pokémon had ventured into this part of the forest now, they would've gotten a real shock—the ground was littered with unconscious Pokémon, and a black shadow floated above them: Gastly!
Gastly sat, eyes closed, lost in thought.
Since Silas's explanation, Gastly had become obsessed with this new way of fighting and had actually made some real progress over the last few days. But something still felt off—like there was a crucial piece it was missing, and that piece was out of reach!
It grew restless. Watching the other three Pokémon, Gastly knew their progress was slower, but their mastery was just a matter of time. At this rate, it'd be the slowest to learn—not gonna happen!
After a long while, Gastly's eyes shone with uncertainty: Evolution, huh…
So many emotions—conflict, sorrow, stubbornness. But even as his mind spun, his ghostly body began to glow with a faint white light.
...
Leaving those four monsters aside—
Silas calmly watched Pikachu dart around the grass, electricity crackling in its hand. If you listened closely, you could catch faint chirping—still weak, not fully formed, but the telltale sign of Chidori's signature birdsong.
Of all of them, Silas had worried about Pikachu the most. Pikachu's only power came from electric crystals, not from innate elemental force. Whether it could master this move at all was a mystery. But just hearing the birdsong—just catching the hint of Chidori—made Silas overjoyed.
He knew it wasn't perfect yet, but that was a power issue. Once Pikachu made it to Elite Four-tier, Chidori could hit its legendary stride!
"Silas." As Silas watched Pikachu leveling up, Suzie walked over. "You've got a visitor."
"A visitor?" Silas blinked. "Who?"
"Me!" Gary's voice piped up from behind Suzie. He came strolling over, shaking his head in amusement. "Bro, you're still crazy about special training, huh? When I got home yesterday, Grandpa was grumbling that you've spent a full month up in the mountains!"
"So?" Silas gave Gary a blank look. "Why are you here? You always hated this place."
"Can't I check up on you? I am your—"
"Cut the crap."
Gary's forced joking made Silas cut him off. Gary had always hated coming up here—back when they were kids, Silas once dragged him out for a full month, and Gary had almost died of boredom.
"Tch." Gary rolled his eyes at Silas's casual expression, then dug a letter out of his back pocket. "A Dragonite showed up last night at our house. Brought this letter for you. Grandpa figured it was urgent, so he told me to bring it to you first thing."
Dragonite!
Silas's eyes narrowed as he caught the letter. Just one look, and his pupils shrank—it was an invitation straight from Mewtwo!
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