Dusk had fallen.
A hazy moon cast a cool, silvery light over Pallet Town, draping it in a shimmering bridal veil.
Nights in Pallet Town were always this peaceful—without any nightlife, people either gathered to play cards, or just relaxed at home with family watching TV. After dinner, Silas sat alone in the backyard of the laboratory, quietly gazing up at the sea of stars above, letting memories of his years in this world drift through his mind, his eyes lit with a fire of anticipation.
And honestly, who could blame him for getting excited?
He'd been in this world for over a decade now, spending every one of those years grinding away, training Pokémon, and working toward his dream of reaching the pinnacle. But anyone who aimed to stand on top knew the only real test was to take down a Legendary Pokémon.
How powerful were Legendary Pokémon, anyway?
No one really knew—but at the very least, everyone agreed they could level an entire city if they wanted.
That kind of power was absolutely terrifying, which was why humans regarded them with awe and fear. And now… Silas finally had a shot at fighting, at measuring the results of all his years of effort against the very best. How could he not be pumped for this?
"It's getting cold." As Silas sat, caught up in his excitement, Professor Oak came up behind him, draped a white lab coat over his shoulders, and smiled, "Feel like talking for a bit?"
Silas didn't even get a word in before Professor Oak continued, speaking thoughtfully, "I don't know exactly what happened, but if that letter could drag you down from the mountains and get you to send all your Pokémon to the center for a full checkup… Something big is going down, right?"
"Yeah." Silas nodded softly. "A Legendary Pokémon is coming."
Legendary Pokémon?!
That phrase made Professor Oak's eyes go wide, then he gave a bitter smile and asked, "Which one?"
"The God of Psychic," Silas answered, then explained, "This one's fresh—created by Team Rocket using Mew's DNA as a template, spliced with hundreds of other Pokémon's genes. Its abilities are off the charts. Even up against a true god-tier legend, it wouldn't be at a disadvantage!"
"Team Rocket?!" Professor Oak's face darkened with rage. "Those maniacs… messing with things best left alone!"
"I know, right?" Silas shook his head with a wry smile. "But for me, this might be a good thing."
A good thing?
Professor Oak looked confused for a moment, then realization dawned. He let out a helpless sigh, "There's no stopping you, is there?"
"Nope." Silas didn't argue, his expression just growing more serious. "And not only that, I actually need your help. Mewtwo didn't just invite me—he probably called out a whole bunch of Trainers. The event's tomorrow, at the Viridian City docks. I need you to lock down the port—whatever happens, we can't have any bystanders getting caught in the crossfire."
"Done." Professor Oak agreed at once, fixing Silas with a stern look. "But on one condition—promise me something in return."
"Anything."
"Don't push your luck!" Professor Oak's voice was firm and steady, the most serious Silas had ever heard him: "That's all I ask. Legendary Pokémon are on a different level, and while I know you'd never forgive yourself for not trying, you absolutely cannot get yourself killed. Understood?"
"No worries," Silas grinned, instantly picking up on the real concern behind Oak's tough words. "Your grandson may not be the single strongest Trainer in the world, but I'm definitely top tier. A single Legendary Pokémon won't be enough to stop me from walking away in one piece!"
"Don't be stupid!"
At this, Professor Oak actually snapped. "I'm not stopping you, but you better drop that cocky attitude. No precaution is too much when facing a Legendary Pokémon—remember that, got it?!"
Seeing his usually laid-back grandpa blow up like this, Silas quickly nodded, "Yes, Grandpa!"
"Good." With a satisfied nod, Professor Oak turned and headed inside. "It's cold—get some rest soon. There's a big battle ahead tomorrow, and you'll need to be in top shape."
"Got it," Silas answered, though he didn't budge, his eyes fixed on the sky—not out of nostalgia now, but because he was waiting. It felt like… something was coming.
Sure enough—
A short while later, the silhouette of Dragonite appeared.
In a flash, Dragonite had landed in front of Silas, handing over five Master Balls. "Everything's ready. Those three have fully recovered—no more injuries, even old scars are gone!"
"And you?" Silas asked as he took the Master Balls and clipped them to his belt, his concern plain. "How are you holding up?"
"No problem!" Dragonite replied immediately, a wild glint in his eyes. "I may be over a thousand years old, but in all that time I've never had a proper fight against those arrogant bastards. Sure, it'll be four-on-one, but our opponent's a Legendary. I'm hoping it'll really cut loose and let us have some fun!"
Dragonite sounded cocky, but Silas didn't try to talk him down. On the contrary, if even Dragonite—the team's heavy hitter—wasn't fired up, what was the point? He needed everyone at their hungriest.
Pop!
"Holy crap!" Silas was just laughing when, all of a sudden, one of the Master Balls at his belt burst open. A Gengar popped out, staring in disbelief at Silas and Dragonite: "Wait—we're fighting a Legendary Pokémon tomorrow?!"
"What, you got a problem with that?" Silas raised an eyebrow. He'd deliberately kept all this secret from his Pokémon; if they got cold feet, he wanted to make sure they'd be coming along regardless. He just didn't think Gengar would overhear and confront him this soon.
"Are you kidding?" Gengar sounded giddy. "Bring it on! If we back down from a Legendary, how are we supposed to fight the Sea God someday, or save Yu?!"
...
The next day.
Before dawn, Silas slipped out of the house.
This might not have been a real journey, but it was a thousand times more dangerous than any before. If Grandpa Oak saw him leave, he'd just worry more. So, just like his very first day as a Trainer, Silas snuck out quietly—only this time, out of sight on the second floor, an old man watched him go, quietly wishing for his safety…
The weather was as nasty as his nerves. By the time Silas left Viridian Forest and reached Viridian City, dark clouds choked the sky. Lightning flashed; thunder roared. Torrential rain lashed down from above—it was as if some Pokémon was stirring up a storm, or even the world itself was building up to this fateful day.
Viridian Dock.
When Silas got there, the place was packed.
The crowd was a mix: some were Trainers who'd received invitations from Mewtwo; the rest were League officials and Officer Jenny, deployed by Professor Oak to keep people from heading out to sea. But no matter how hard League staff and police begged, threatened, or pleaded, they couldn't hold back the fiery Trainers.
Flying- and sea-worthy Pokémon by the hundred appeared, carrying their Trainers toward the coordinates on their invitations. Watching it all, Silas frowned. He'd feared this exactly.
The collateral damage from a clash between Legendary-level Pokémons—or even just their knock-on effects—could be huge. That was why he'd asked Professor Oak for help; he wanted to avoid accidental casualties as much as possible. Now, though, Silas realized he'd underestimated these Trainers' doggedness and overestimated the League's ability to keep order. With a sigh, he sent out a Master Ball.
"Keeheeheehee~" Gengar's spooky voice appeared at Silas's shoulder. It was practically bouncing with excitement. "Made it?"
"Not yet." Silas shook his head, then pointed at the massive crowd. "You think you could put all these people to sleep?"
Gengar didn't answer. Its eyes simply began glowing a vivid violet, and waves of energy rippled outward from its form. As those ripples spread, everyone slumped to the ground, out cold, sleeping peacefully. When it was done, Gengar grinned, "Let's go!"
"Right." Silas nodded, leaping onto Dragonite's back and blasting off into the sky!
...
Night had fallen again.
After that wild storm, the stars over New Island were brighter and clearer than ever—shining overhead like polished gems, illuminating the island with a pale, magical light. And beneath that celestial glow, a truly extraordinary battle was unfolding!
Why extraordinary? Because this was the ultimate showdown between originals and clones—a true Trainer-vs-Pokémon-Trainer duel!
The human Trainers were Ash and two others, a guy and a girl. As for the "Pokémon Trainer…" It was Mewtwo itself!
The battle was 3-on-3, limited to the three Kanto starters in their final evolutionary forms.
Battle One: Venusaur vs. Venusaur!
Both Venusaur stepped onto the field—same size, both at quasi–Elite Four strength. The only outward difference? Mewtwo's copy was covered in strange white patches.
"Hit 'em first!" cried the first Trainer, waving an arm. "Venusaur, use Razor Leaf!"
'Venusaur~'
'Swish!'
The real Venusaur gave a low roar and sent dozens of spinning green blades flying, slicing the air toward Mewtwo's Venusaur with savage speed and force!
Watching Razor Leaf approach, a look of disdain flickered across Mewtwo's face. It commanded coldly, "Vine Whip!"
'Venusaur!'
Mewtwo's Venusaur responded with a quiet growl, whipping out two sturdy vines.
Those vines looked like they were made of steel—they batted away the entire volley of Razor Leaf, shot out, and wrapped up the real Venusaur, then hurled it across the battlefield and straight into the wall!
"Venusaur!!"
Slammed into the wall, Venusaur let out an agonized cry—and was instantly out for the count.
One move. Instant KO!
Ash and the girl Trainer stared, shaken. While they struggled to recover, Mewtwo's voice echoed across the field: "Next!"
"My turn!"
The girl clenched her fists, then called to the Blastoise behind her: "Blastoise, let's go!"
'Blastoise!'
Her Blastoise stepped forward, and the clone trundled out to meet it.
"Water Gun!"
"Rapid Spin!"
Both Trainers called their moves, a split-second apart. Instantly, the match was over.
Blastoise, being Water-type, was basically immune to Water Gun. Mewtwo's Blastoise shrank into its shell, used the momentum to launch itself spinning through the air, and barreled straight into the girl's Blastoise!
'BAM!'
Blastoise went flying and smashed a giant hole into the wall!
"Blastoise!!" the girl Trainer cried out in alarm.
The first two battles ended with instant KOs. Taking his turn, Ash moved to the mark. "Guess it's my turn! Charizard—!"
"Wait." This time, Mewtwo didn't attack straight away. Instead, it looked upward, its voice icy: "Human riding Dragonite—have you seen enough?"
Human riding Dragonite?
Mewtwo's telepathy echoed through the arena, heard by everyone.
The crowd gasped, looking up to see who was arriving.
A small black dot appeared overhead, growing larger and larger as a massive Dragonite descended—over ten meters tall, making everyone on the ground stare in awe.
With Silas and Dragonite's arrival, Ash and his friends gawked—until a familiar, serious voice rang in their ears: "Yeah, I've seen enough. But do these dull 'battles' actually thrill you, Mewtwo? Why not come down and really fight someone?"
"Silas?!"
Catching sight of Dragonite and Silas, Ash and the others cried out in shock.
"'Sup." Silas nodded toward them, speaking calmly. "Long time no see…and goodbye."
Ash blinked, confused. "Silas, what's with the cryptic stuff?"
"Go." Silas's voice was gentle but brooked no argument, heavy with command. "Take your friends, and every human on this island, and get as far away as you can—don't come back. Understood?"
"No way!" Ash blurted out, stabbing a finger at Mewtwo. "I haven't even had my battle yet! I can't just—"
But Ash's voice trailed off, dying into nothing, as Silas fixed him with a cold, forbidding stare—the kind of look that made Ash shrink back, seriously rattled. He'd never seen Silas look that intense before. With a reluctant nod, he whispered, "Alright, I get it."
Only when Ash agreed did Silas relax, letting the coldness fade. He did think of Ash as a little brother—it'd hurt to watch him get killed. Turning to the girl and guy who were helping their wounded Pokémon, Silas ordered, "You two, go with Ash."
"Why?" the girl protested.
"Because you'll die if you stay," Silas answered flatly. His voice was so convincing neither Trainer even hesitated—they just quickly nodded and slipped away after Ash.
Once everyone was gone, Silas turned to the still-silent Mewtwo and said sincerely, "Thank you."
"Don't thank me." Mewtwo's reply was cold as ice. "I only let them go because you're strong. If you were like the others—just another insignificant insect—you'd be dead already!" The words were so harsh, Silas's smile vanished; he faced Mewtwo with equal seriousness. "Alright, then… shall we begin?"
"Hmph!" Mewtwo's eyes glowed with eerie blue light as it floated into the air. "Your Dragonite is strong, human, but do you really think it alone can challenge me?"
"No." Silas answered honestly, and in a flash, three rays of white light shot from his belt.
'Charizard!'
'Tyranitar!'
'Gengar!'
Charizard, Tyranitar, and Gengar appeared beside Dragonite with roars and sinister laughter, their combined presence nearly as intense as Dragonite's. Their aura raged across the battlefield, wild and violent.
With his squad assembled, Silas faced Mewtwo and asked seriously, "How about now—is this enough?"
"Hmph." Mewtwo snorted, spitting out a single word: "Coward."
Coward?!
Silas couldn't help but give a wry smile. If he had another choice, would he really want to face Mewtwo four-on-one?
"Keeheeheehee~" As Silas rolled his eyes, Gengar just grinned evilly and melted into the shadows. "Call it cowardly, call it whatever—but the winner is king!"
Just as Gengar finished, he blinked behind Mewtwo and lashed out lightning-quick. Blue light flashed from Mewtwo's eyes and suddenly Gengar froze mid-pounce, paralyzed like he'd just been hit with a status move.
Mewtwo turned, staring down at the helpless Gengar. "Victory does belong to the king, but I am the king, not—"
Before it could finish, three waves of purple-black Hyper Beam ripped the air behind it. The threat was unmistakable—even Mewtwo instantly dodged.
"Crap!" With Mewtwo vanished, the triple Hyper Beam shot straight at Gengar—who shrieked and flickered, turning intangible.
'BOOM!'
Three blasts roared through his shadowy form, blew out half the arena, and crashed into the ocean beyond—sending up monstrous waves and knocking dozens of stunned Magikarp floating belly-up to the surface!
"Hmph!"
Mewtwo's snort rang through the air. From above, a glowing blue Shadow Ball plummeted down—
Shadow Ball might be a common move for Psychic and Dark types, but coming from Mewtwo, even a basic attack needed full attention!
"Tyranitar!" Silas barked, "Counter that Shadow Ball with Hyper Beam!"
'Tyranitar!'
Tyranitar roared and launched Hyper Beam straight at the blue orb.
BOOM!
Hyper Beam met Shadow Ball.
If this were a video game, Hyper Beam's power rating would squash Shadow Ball.
But this was real life—with Mewtwo's 80-point Shadow Ball up against a 150-point Hyper Beam, the two moves met and collided, neither one giving an inch! Silas shouted, "Gengar! Charizard! Dragonite!"
"Dragonite!"
'Charizard!'
'Gengar!'
The trio responded at once. Silas ordered, "Gengar, keep Mewtwo busy—give Dragonite and Charizard a chance to close in!"
"Understood!" Gengar's voice was dead serious.
"Dragonite! Charizard!" Silas kept giving orders, "If you two get close, use Rasengan! And if Gengar gets caught by Mewtwo's psychic powers, help him, understood?"
"Charizard!"
'Dragonite!'
The two responded decisively, and Silas nodded, then barked, "Go! Tyranitar and I will provide backup from here!"
'Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!'
With those words, black, gold, and red flashes soared into the sky!
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