"Caw—!"
"Caw—!"
"Caw—!"
Three sharp cries pierced the skies, first overlapping like a haunting chorus, before separating into distinct notes. Fire, ice, and lightning tore apart from one another, scattering like Dragon Balls after a wish was made. Yet, instead of streaking away in straight beams, each arc of light curved into parabolas, descending from the heavens like falling stars.
Boom—!
The heavy crash echoed through the ruined cityscape. Moments later came the anguished cries of the three birds. Moltres, Articuno, and Zapdos—though forcibly separated by the combined might of Mewtwo and Mew—were gravely wounded. Their battered forms crashed down onto the nearest intact skyscrapers, shattering walls into spiderwebs of cracks.
Logan pretended not to notice. He knew the three legendary birds had never truly chosen to help Team Rocket; they were pawns forced into the chaos. Still, their actions had wrought devastation. To him, their injuries were nothing more than a deserved consequence.
The radiant burst of light that followed was like dawn breaking after a long night, the herald of victory. The barrier cloaking the skies shattered piece by piece, dissolving into glittering stardust. From every direction, thousands of Trainers surged into Saffron City, led by four Gym Leaders at the forefront. Tens of thousands of Pokémon clashed fiercely with Team Rocket's forces, the war still raging in fire and smoke.
Skyscrapers collapsed, explosions thundered, the battlefield a living inferno. But Logan knew—the Rockets' resistance was nothing more than their last desperate struggle. They had lost every advantage. Their end was certain.
And Giovanni had clearly anticipated this. Orders for retreat had already been issued. Aside from the unlucky few left behind to cover the withdrawal, most Rocket operatives were scattering like shadows, fleeing by any means possible.
"Hmm? Sabrina… where is she?"
When the glare of the split subsided, Logan realized the psychic's presence was gone. His brows furrowed as he searched the skies. With her condition, and her Alakazam's weakened state, she shouldn't have gotten far.
"Mew~ Mew~"
At Logan's side, only Mew hovered playfully now. Mewtwo, Garchomp, and Dragonair had all been recalled into their Poke Balls and Master Ball after delivering their devastating strikes. Hearing Logan's concern, Mew twirled twice around him, then projected a three-dimensional psychic map into his mind.
"So, she fled there, huh? I knew she couldn't have run far."
Logan's stern expression softened into a smirk. "Leave her for now. She won't escape me."
"Mew~"
Mew giggled sweetly, covering its mouth with tiny hands. Logan swiped playfully at its long tail, but Mew twisted gracefully in the air, dodging.
"Even if we're only allies of convenience, I owe you thanks, Mew," Logan admitted calmly. "Without you, I'd have had no chance against Giovanni."
Just recalling the Rocket boss sent a chill down his spine. Giovanni's calm demeanor masked a terrifying power—at least on par with a Champion, perhaps stronger. A man who could command such strength yet remain in the shadows, orchestrating everything in silence, was far more dangerous than any loud, arrogant foe.
Mew cooed again, softly.
"Don't worry, I understand," Logan said with a determined glint in his eyes. "I can't challenge him now. But when the time comes, I'll gather allies—no matter the cost. If the situation is as dire as you've warned… then I'll even bind other Legendary Pokémon into contracts. They will fight for me."
Ever since arriving in this world, Logan had carried an odd sensation—like the world itself was subtly rejecting him. Not his body rejecting his soul, but reality itself resisting his presence. Yet, paradoxically, he also felt embraced, as though he were both an outsider and a part of the world.
It was like walking on the "horizon line of existence"—standing at the very border between two realms, at once included and excluded.
Only after conversing with Mew did he learn the truth: Legendary Pokémon had sensed this anomaly long ago. The world was sick. Something was deeply wrong. But the exact cause? Even Mew did not know. Was the issue rooted in the world itself? Or in Arceus—the Creator who embodied its laws?
Legend held that before the universe existed, Arceus was born. From its thousand arms flowed the energy that birthed the entire cosmos. Logan had read myths echoing the same tale, across countless regions. Whether Arceus truly existed before creation was uncertain—but its status as the supreme god of this world was undeniable.
Humans and Pokémon alike were bound to it. They could not resist. But Logan was different. He was not of this world.
"Still, that's a mystery far beyond me for now," Logan muttered. "To find answers, I'll need to scour ruins across the regions. But first… I need power."
He straightened, eyes burning with resolve. "Mew, take me down."
Obediently, the pink Pokémon wrapped him in psychic light and drifted toward the ruined streets below.
On the battlefield's rubble, Logan found Red and Blue.
Red lay sprawled, gasping raggedly, his body drenched in blood. His shredded clothes clung to him as crimson pooled beneath, forming a small pit. After defeating Lt. Surge and then fighting the three Legendary Birds nonstop, Red had been pushed beyond his very limits.
He had no Mew or Mewtwo to rely on—only his own Pokémon and sheer willpower.
Blue stood beside him, swaying yet stubbornly refusing to fall. His wounds were no less severe, but his pride kept him on his feet.
Compared to them, Logan had fared better—though bruised, bloodied, and even with a rib cracked, his injuries were survivable.
"That Pokémon… is it…?"
Red's eyes lit up as he spotted Mew floating by Logan's shoulder.
"It's Mew," Blue rasped, his voice hoarse from exhaustion. "I saw it once… in Viridian Forest."
"Not Mew," Logan chuckled, reaching out as Mew shimmered in pink light. "Just a cute little girl."
In a flash of radiance, Mew transformed again into its playful pink-haired childlike form, giggling as Logan ruffled its hair.
Red: "..."
Blue: "..."
The two exchanged speechless glances. If little girls were this powerful… they wouldn't mind raising one themselves.
Still, both couldn't hide their astonishment. Pokémon transforming into humans? This was something entirely unheard of. Was this an ability unique to special Pokémon, or could all Pokémon achieve such forms?
And if a Pokémon could become human… what exactly could they do as humans?
Blue, ever the scholar as Professor Oak's grandson, pondered this deeper than Red.
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