"Zekrom!!"
When Logan saw the dragon descending from the storm, his eyes widened with fury, teeth grinding as he spat its name.
The legendary Pokémon of Unova — the dragon who burns worlds with lightning, who stands beside the one who seeks to build an ideal world.
The embodiment of Ideals.
The Ideal Dragon.
The legends of Unova recited themselves inside Logan's mind:
Long ago, when humanity in Unova was young and ignorant, the Original Dragon descended — no beginning, no origin, no known end.
It gifted fire, wisdom, and civilization to mankind.
Two heroic princes rose in that era — equal in talent, courage, and brilliance. United, they spread civilization across the land.
But like every myth, unity broke.
Ideals diverged. Swords crossed.
The dragon — unable to choose — split itself:
Zekrom — the Ideal
Reshiram — the Truth
And the hollow husk left behind awaited a hero whose heart could restore both halves into the First Dragon once more.
Logan had read every word in old text and clay tablet he could find.
And the pitch-black dragon before him now was that very embodiment — Zekrom itself.
"Lance — where did you find Zekrom?!"
Rage cracked in Logan's voice — raw enough to startle Lance.
He didn't know why Logan reacted so violently.
But Logan knew.
Zekrom was one of his personal goals.
Seeing it beside another trainer felt like seeing his own treasure stolen.
His chest pulsed with jealousy and fury — but he forced the flames down.
He narrowed his senses — invoked the power of Dragon Sight, probing the bond between Lance and the black dragon.
And slowly, tension left his jaw.
Lance did not capture Zekrom.
Of course he didn't — Legendary Pokémon aren't captured so easily.
Even Logan himself hadn't truly "captured" the three Legendary Birds — only Mewtwo and Mew truly obeyed him fully.
There were only two ways to control a Legendary:
Ancient technology — forcibly override the will
Powerful, but unstable. A path filled with corpses of fools who tried. Agreement — align with the Pokémon's purpose
If your ideals matched theirs, they would lend power voluntarily.
Lance clearly chose the second path.
His ideal aligned with Zekrom — therefore Zekrom followed him.
Which meant — if Lance's ideal collapsed, Zekrom would abandon him.
And then Logan would take it.
A slow breath. The flames in his eyes steadied into calculation.
Good.
Zekrom was not lost to him — only temporarily borrowed.
Lance, oblivious to Logan's thoughts, answered honestly:
"I searched Unova for years — failed every time."
"But recently, I met someone who shares my dream — someone who hates human tyranny over Pokémon."
"Together, we found Zekrom. He awakened it for me."
Lance raised an arm, eyes blazing with manic light.
"And now — for his sake, and my own — I will complete our Ideal!"
"Zekrom! Show my brother the shape of Ideals — Fusion Bolt!"
Zekrom threw its head back with a roar that shook sea and sky.
Its turbine-tail spun like an engine preparing for launch, crackling with lightning.
Bolts fell like spears — crossing, weaving, forming a lattice of destruction.
Electricity swallowed the world.
Air pressure dropped.
Eardrums rang.
Breathing tightened, hearts raced.
Cynthia's breath caught — she summoned a Poké Ball, ready to defend.
But Logan's Dragonair slid forward first — its long body shielding the three girls.
Logan stood at its crown like a mountain, long coat snapping in the storm.
Just seeing his back eased Cynthia's panic.
That figure — tall, steady, unyielding — inspired safety just by existing.
Then lightning struck.
BOOOOOOOOOM—!!!
Sand melted into glass under the heat.
Electric arcs danced wildly across the beach, turning it into a sea of crackling blue-white light.
Yet around Logan — within a radius of several meters — not a single spark touched them.
A shimmering barrier surrounded them like a second skin.
"Protect."
From the white flash beside Logan appeared —
Mewtwo.
Cold smile, arms raised — without waiting for a command — it sliced the storm with a blade of psychic energy.
Psycho Cut.
Zekrom reacted instantly — lightning condensed into a shield, colliding mid-air with the psychic strike.
Sparks and mental force ground against each other like screaming steel — then canceled out.
Lance's face twisted.
He had counted on Mewtwo being an ally in his human purge — never an enemy.
He believed power alone secured destiny.
But now, seeing Mewtwo stand beside Logan — not him —
and realizing the boy he once looked down on had grown into a frightening anomaly—
fear crept into his certainty.
He compared their strengths.
And for the first time—
Lance could not guarantee victory.
He had Zekrom — a god of ideals.
Yet Logan had Mewtwo — fully awakened, unbound by limiters, partnered through soul-link.
Lance finally understood —
He underestimated Logan.
He underestimated Mewtwo.
And now, the battlefield was no longer tilted in his favor.
His bold claims to the other Elites — that Logan was nothing — were shattering like glass.
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