Water field.
'Blastoise!'
Blastoise stormed in with a thunderous roar, but the moment he saw Silas on the other side of the field, he froze, clear flashes of fear in his eyes. By contrast, Mewtwo was eerily calm—floating quietly above the water, casting just a glance at Blastoise before closing its eyes like the big turtle wasn't even worth noticing.
"He's out! Gary sends in his Water-type Pokémon, Blastoise, the final evolution of one of Kanto's original starters, Squirtle! Out here on the water field, Blastoise can use his full power—a hundred and twenty percent!"
"But Silas, sticking with his wild style from yesterday, went for a Pokémon that has nothing to do with the field. I don't even recognize this one, but from the way it's floating, it must be a Psychic or maybe a Ghost-type Pokémon!"
The commentator's play-by-play came right on cue. Gary whipped out his Pokédex—but instead, the electronic voice just droned, "Beep! Unknown Pokémon, no data available!"
"Beep! Unknown Pokémon, no data available!"
"Beep! Unknown Pokémon, no data available!"
The machine repeated it three times before Gary, helpless, tucked it away. "Bro, what is this Pokémon anyway?"
"Mewtwo." Silas said casually—then gave Gary a gentle intro: "It's a Psychic-type Pokémon. One of a kind in the world. The God of Psychics. A true Legendary Pokémon, on the same level as our Kanto's guardian Ho-Oh, the Orange Archipelago' Lugia, or Hoenn's Rayquaza."
Silas wasn't shouting, but with the mic hooked up, his voice echoed around the arena—making it dead silent. Every eye in the stadium turned to Mewtwo.
A Legendary Pokémon?
No way. No chance in hell.
How could a mere Kanto tournament have a Legendary show up—let alone a Legendary actually caught by a Trainer?
If this was just a rumor, nobody would've believed it. But this was Silas saying it, on a live broadcast in front of a thousand witnesses. With his reputation, there was no way this was some stunt to goose his fame. If it turned out to be a hoax, his name would be toast.
"Bro…" Gary stared at Silas, stupefied. "You…you're joking, right?"
"Nope." Silas shook his head, smiling kindly. "Let's get started. I'll give you three free shots. If your Blastoise can so much as touch Mewtwo, or even make a single droplet of water land on him, I'll concede. Otherwise, after your three moves, it's my turn to attack."
What the heck?!
Gary was left speechless.
He had wanted to see what his big bro was really capable of—but now? Silas had just pulled a Legendary out of nowhere. How was he supposed to fight that?!
Gary might have been dumbstruck, but the commentator was just as thrown: "A—A Legendary Pokémon?! Silas says he's using a Legendary? That's… that's just insane! How strong is this Legendary, exactly?!"
The commentator snapped the audience out of their daze. Suddenly everyone erupted in disbelief.
"A Legendary Pokémon? Is that for real? How could something that scary show up at a Kanto tourney?!"
"I dunno, but it's gotta be true, right? I mean, he's Professor Oak's grandson—no way he'd risk tanking the Oak family's reputation just for a headline!"
"Whatever—if it's real, we'll find out soon enough!"
As the crowd chattered, Gary finally started his attack!
"Blastoise!" Gary's voice was loud enough to echo across the field. He pointed at Mewtwo: "Doesn't matter who's out there! Show what you can do—full-power Hydro Pump!"
'Blastoise!'
Blastoise's two steel cannons locked onto Mewtwo and fired twin great jets of water—massive water spheres surging like cannonballs right for Mewtwo!
Silas didn't say a word, and Mewtwo didn't move a muscle; eyes still shut, as if it couldn't even be bothered to notice. Only when the blasts were nearly at his face did Mewtwo lazily open his eyelids—blue light blazing—and simply raised a hand toward the Hydro Pumps.
Time itself seemed to freeze. Blue light shrouded the water spheres, suspending them in midair, rock still.
Then—with a lazy downward flick—Mewtwo pressed his hand. The blue aura pushed both Hydro Pumps straight down into the arena, raising a massive splash. But not a single drop of water landed on Mewtwo; every droplet was deflected by an invisible barrier before it got close.
"What the…"
Gary was completely gobsmacked. He'd seen Psychic-types before. He'd seen them control other Pokémon, sure—but he'd never seen a Psychic who could literally stop signature moves cold. It was outright broken.
Right as Gary stood there in a daze, Silas's voice floated over, calm as ever: "That's one. Two more shots left."
Damn it.
Cursing under his breath, Gary stopped overthinking it. The outcome was pretty much set—he could freak out over it after the match. For now, he just barked out his next order: "Blastoise! Rapid Spin! Use all the water around you—go wild!"
'Blastoise!'
Blastoise dove into the water, limbs pulling into his shell, then started spinning like mad. With every turn, the water churned harder, until a whirling waterspout rose right from the field. And it just kept growing—draining water from the field into its swirling cone!
In a flash—a ten-meter-high waterspout stood between Blastoise and Mewtwo, drawing a shocked shout from the commentator: "My god! Gary's skipped special moves entirely, using pure knowledge of physics to make a waterspout bigger than any real move! Can Silas possibly counter this?!"
"Go for it!" Gary yelled, pointing at Mewtwo. "Swallow him up!"
Blastoise didn't answer—he was too busy spinning himself silly, dragging the huge tornado of water toward Mewtwo.
The twister ripped up a gale; the force was so wild that anyone in a skirt had to clamp it down, and anyone with a hat needed to keep both hands on their head. Even so, the watery spray came down like cold rain, drenching the closest spectators. The referees and commentator? Not even on the field anymore—they'd run for cover!
As the twister closed in, Mewtwo finally moved. It was straightforward—a little crude, even. Eyes burning, no fancy moves—just overwhelming Confusion, telekinetically locking the waterspout in place, stopping both it and Blastoise cold.
"You gotta be kidding…"
Watching a ten-meter-high waterspout get stonewalled by Confusion, Gary was in shock.
He'd known this move wouldn't stop Mewtwo; he'd just been hoping that the rain from the spout would at least splash Mewtwo once. But that was always a long shot. The power was there, but the speed was pathetic—if it was reliable, it'd be a real signature move by now. He had never dreamed Mewtwo would just brute-force it away like that!
Ten meters tall! That's, like, a five-story building—and yet Mewtwo had just frozen it in place. How insane was its psychic power?
Gary was still standing there with his jaw open when Silas's laid-back voice cut through the storm: "You planning to zone out all day? At this rate, your Blastoise'll get dizzy before Mewtwo even moves."
"Ah—!" Gary snapped back, just in time to see poor Blastoise still spinning like crazy, looking sick as anything. "Blastoise, stop!"
'Blastoise~'
Blastoise—still totally dizzy—let out a few muffled groans before finally coming to a stop. The huge waterspout faded with him, leaving just soaked seats and a lowered waterline to prove it was ever there. As it faded, Silas offered a cheery reminder, "One last chance, Gary! Once you're out of shots, I'm up."
"Hmph!" Gary snorted, breaking into a sly grin. "I'm not giving you the chance!"
Silas frowned, mind racing through all of Blastoise's data and moves, trying to figure out what Gary was planning. But after considering it for a long while…nothing. He couldn't see how Gary could possibly land a blow on Mewtwo. He was honestly curious now. He cocked an eyebrow at Gary. "Bring it."
"Bring it? You're on!" Gary answered without hesitation, recalling Blastoise with his Poké Ball: "Blastoise, return!"
With a flash, Blastoise was gone. Gary clipped the Poké Ball to his belt. The commentator immediately jumped in: "Oh! Looks like Gary's recalling Blastoise and swapping out for a new Pokémon! But with just one last shot allowed by Silas's promise, can his next Pokémon pull off a last-second upset?"
That got the crowd buzzing even louder. By now, nobody doubted Mewtwo was the real deal—its power just proved it.
"These two brothers are insane—not surprising, being Professor Oak's grandsons. But does Gary even have a shot at turning it around?"
"Turn it around? No way. Silas's promise isn't even clear—does a loss mean he's lost a Pokémon, or just lost the chance to break through? No way Gary can pull it off!"
"Not likely, but hey—Silas is Kanto's hope. He'll be Champion someday, and his little brother Gary is nothing to sneeze at either! Once Gary grows a bit more, I bet Kanto has a new Elite Four. Imagine having both Elite Four AND Champion from Kanto—what a sight!"
Even though Gary had been steamrolled the whole match, the audience held nothing but respect for him—they really wanted to see if he could pull off an upset!
"Bro…" With all eyes on them, Gary grinned at Silas. "I'm counting on you to bring me that Kanto championship trophy for my chamber pot."
"What the heck?" Silas stared, totally confused, but a moment later, Gary's next move left everyone—including Silas, the audience, and the referees—speechless. He calmly turned to the judges and announced, "Referee—I forfeit."
"What?!" *N
Forfeit?
Gary's completely unapologetic tone sent everyone reeling. Even Silas was caught off guard. Gary was nothing if not proud—pulling a move like that was so unlike him, the whiplash was real.
The whole crowd was thrown into chaos while Silas stared in disbelief. The referee called out, "Gary, to confirm—you really wish to forfeit?"
"I do!" Gary nodded firmly, then gave the referee a look as if he'd grown two heads, pointing at Mewtwo. "That's a Legendary! What, you expect my Pokémon to tank a hit from that thing—or you got some miracle plan?"
Gary was making perfect sense—and the ref had no retort. If he did, he'd be up on that stage, not reffing. So after a moment, he cleared his throat and announced: "First match of the day, water field, round of 128 to 64—Silas Oak of Pallet Town wins!"
The announcement sent the crowd into a frenzy. As cheers rang out, Mewtwo grumbled to Silas, "That's it?"
"That's it." Silas nodded, laughing bitterly. "Didn't see my little brother forfeiting like that."
"It's fine." Mewtwo sounded a little sulky. Silas understood—this whole 'fight then run' schtick would have left anyone feeling snubbed. Still, knowing Gary only lost here because of him, Silas felt a little better. "Thanks for your hard work. Take a rest, okay?"
With that, he recalled Mewtwo into the Master Ball and turned to leave.
And instantly—he found himself face-to-face with a mob of reporters.
"Silas, I'm from XXX Daily—we'd love an interview! People are calling you Kanto's Hope, future homegrown Champion; what do you think of that?"
"Silas, XXX TV here—what are your thoughts on this year's League? Is the Champion seat a done deal for you?"
"Silas, I'm with XXX Entertainment—is it true that Mewtwo is really a Legendary Pokémon? Are you planning to challenge the Champion right after taking this year's title?"
A dozen reporters blasted him with questions. Silas scowled, realizing his "supporters" must have set all this up to boost his reputation. He hated it. Without another word, he tossed out Mewtwo's Master Ball again. As Mewtwo gave him a puzzled look, Silas said, "Teleport, get me out of here!"
"Fine."
At a loss, Mewtwo nodded, then placed a hand on Silas's shoulder—the next moment, blue light flared, and they vanished.
...
Teleport is a spatial move—Pokémon can handle it, but for humans like Silas, it causes all kinds of side effects. No sooner had they landed than Silas's head was spinning and his stomach threatened revolt. Luckily, Mewtwo had Teleported them into a bathroom—so Silas just turned and hurled into the toilet.
A round of dry heaves later, Silas felt much better.
He finally looked around, and immediately froze—there was someone in the bathroom. Not just anyone—a woman, no less. And what a woman! Waist-length golden hair, curves in all the right places, a face out of a dream… But what really blew his mind—it was Cynthia!
At that exact second, Cynthia was staring right back, totally at a loss. She'd just been taking a bath—and Silas had popped straight into her bathroom.
For a full minute, they just stared at each other in abject shock.
After a minute, Cynthia recovered first, giving him a soft, dangerous smile: "See something you like?"
"Very much." Silas blurted out, before realizing—oh crap—Cynthia's face had gone completely dark, the edge in her gaze promising a world of pain. Any other time, Silas would be fine squaring up—but this was his fault. He couldn't risk making this bigger. So he turned to Mewtwo and snapped, "Get me out. Now!"
"Makes things hard…" Mewtwo muttered, but laid a hand on Silas's shoulder, blue light flashing again.
What the hell even was this? Dropping in and out—was he touring the Champion's bathroom or something?
This would not stand.
As Silas vanished as suddenly as he appeared, Cynthia's face turned thunderous. She clenched her teeth, seething: "Run if you like, Silas! But this isn't over! Cynthia never forgets a grudge!"
...
Back at the hotel.
Mewtwo finally brought Silas back to his own room.
This time, Silas was too mad to bother feeling sick—instead, he shot Mewtwo a glare: "You did that on purpose, didn't you? Why drop me in some woman's bathroom—especially HER bathroom!"
"No."
Seeing Silas's stormy face, Mewtwo quickly explained, "It really wasn't my fault. You were rushing me so much, I barely had time to lock onto your location—so I just aimed in the general direction."
General direction?
That phrase made Silas's eye twitch. "How far was that from here?"
Mewtwo pointed out the window at the building across the street. "It was right there. Why?"
"…." Silas.
At this point, he was just done. But there was nobody to blame. It wasn't Mewtwo's fault, just a freak accident. If anyone was responsible, it was the media goons Grandpa brought in.
"Sigh." Silas heaved a long breath and picked up the Master Ball. "Forget it. Just rest up, okay?"
"Okay." Mewtwo nodded, turning into red light and vanishing.
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