Colonel Rawat slept like a man who had been awake for two days straight.
He didn't dream.
He didn't snore.
He simply dropped into darkness the moment his head touched the pillow.
So when his phone rang—shrill, insistent, merciless—he clawed toward the bedside table thinking it must be a dream.
It wasn't.
He squinted at the screen.
6:02 AM.
He groaned.
"Who—?"
He picked up the call.
"Colonel Rawat speaking…"
A panicked voice shot through the speaker:
"Sir! Multiple chemical factories across the country have been destroyed overnight."
Rawat sat up instantly.
Sleep vanished like smoke.
"Casualties?" he demanded.
"None, sir. Every facility was hit after workers left. Night security was found unconscious but unharmed."
Rawat frowned deeply.
"Sabotage?"
"Sir… we think it's a Pokémon."
Rawat froze.
"…Repeat that."
"CCTV caught only one thing—a blue blur. Moves too fast for cameras. Every hit was a precise structural strike. Sir, it looks more like a targeted demolition than an attack."
Rawat's heart slammed once against his ribs.
He swung his legs out of bed.
"Send me the full reports. Now."
"Already on the way, sir!"
The call ended.
Rawat stood up, washed his face, and opened his laptop.
The reports were waiting.
He clicked the first file.
And stared.
Hard.
Chemical Plant #1 – Maharashtra
Flattened. Not burned—cleanly destroyed, like something punched through support beams faster than metal could bend.
No bodies.
Just rubble.
A blurred streak of blue caught in three frames.
Chemical Plant #2 – Gujarat
Identical pattern.
Main storage tanks ruptured at specific weak points.
Guards unconscious—not injured.
Another hint of blue in the security footage.
Chemical Plant #3 – Tamil Nadu
Rubble.
Unconscious staff.
Blue blur.
Rawat's eyebrows knotted.
"This is not random."
He opened the global intelligence feed.
And his stomach tightened.
China had similar incidents last week—three pharmaceutical factories destroyed.No casualties.
Classified.
USA—two pesticide plants obliterated.The government tried to suppress it.
Failed.
Europe—at least nine reports circulating through social media.
All matched the same pattern:
• Only chemical or hazardous-material facilities targeted• No civilian deaths• Properties destroyed beyond repair• Security disabled with surgical precision• Culprit described as—
A blue blur.
Rawat leaned back in his chair.
Eyes wide.
Face pale.
"What kind of Pokémon… moves like this?"
He checked the time.
7:30 AM.
Aakash's livestream was already running.
Rawat didn't hesitate.
He grabbed his satellite phone and dialed immediately.
The line rang once.
Twice.
Then—
The call connected.
Rawat didn't waste a second.
"Aakash," he said, voice tight, urgent, almost trembling.
"We have a problem."
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Aakash's POV
I woke up at 6 AM.
Surprisingly fresh.
We had a lot to do today.
I washed up, stretched, and joined the team outside. Most of them were already awake—packing tents, preparing breakfast, checking Pokédex data.
We did a short morning training session.
• Mankey practiced Vital Throw transitions• Pidgeotto used Steel Wing against tree stumps• Rhyhorn did simple pressure-walks• Growlithe practiced Focus Energy
Breakfast was quick—berries, field rations, and what little milk Tanisha's group still had stored.
I started the livestream.
"Good morning everyone! Our last full day in Aarey, so let's make it count—"
We were walking toward the lakeside camp when—
BRRRRRRBRRRRRR
My satellite phone buzzed loudly.
Chat instantly exploded:
[WHO CALLS AT 7:30 A.M.??][COLONEL RAWAT ?][SOMETHING IS WRONG I CAN FEEL IT]
Rawat never called during stream hours unless something was truly serious.
I stepped aside behind a rock and accepted the call.
"Sir?"
His voice came instantly—tight, clipped, panicked.
"Aakash, we've got a problem."
I frowned.
"Colonel, breathe. Explain properly."
Rawat inhaled sharply.
Then the words came in a rush:
"Multiple chemical factories across India were destroyed last night. No civilians hurt. Security knocked unconscious, but alive. CCTV shows only a blue blur."
I stiffened.
"And… this wasn't just here," he continued. "Similar cases in the U.S., China, Europe… all in the past week. All suppressed, but intel reached us."
I quietly said:
"Send me the reports."
There was a pause.
"…Already sent."
My phone vibrated with incoming files.
I opened the first one.
A destroyed chemical plant.
No bodies.
Just… precision destruction.
A second factory.
Same blue streak.
A third.
Then global reports.
My eyes narrowed.
"…Sigh."
"Why are you sighing!?" Rawat demanded.
"This could've been prevented."
"What? How?"
"If people simply followed environmental guidelines."
Rawat was confused. "Aakash, what are you talking about?"
I exhaled.
"I'll explain on stream."
I ended the call.
I turned to the team.
"Everyone take five minutes. I need to address something important."
They nodded.
I walked a few steps away, sat on a rock, took out a small notebook.
The drone focused on me.
I looked directly into the camera.
"Hello everyone."
Chat quieted.
"This is our last day in Aarey Forest. I wanted to keep things light. But an urgent matter has come to me."
I flipped the notebook open.
"Last night—and in the past week—multiple chemical factories have been destroyed. Not only in India. Globally."
Chat:
[WHAT???][WHO DID IT??][POKÉMON ATTACK?][IS THIS WAR??]
I raised a hand.
"No panic."
I continued:
"The Indian Government has asked the Pokémon Department to investigate.So, as the acting head—I am issuing a formal complaint."
"To: Ministry of Environment, Forest and Climate ChangeTo: Central Pollution Control BoardI request immediate action against all chemical factories caught dumping untreated waste into natural water sources."
Chat froze.
Confused.
[WHAT DOES POLLUTION HAVE TO DO WITH THIS][WHY IS HE talking about rivers??][AAKASH EXPLAIN]
I nodded.
"You're confused because you don't see the pattern yet."
I set the notebook aside.
"As for the Pokémon responsible, I have a very strong idea."
Chat exploded:
[SHOW US][NAME IT][IS IT DANGEROUS??]
I held up a hand.
"I will do nothing against it."
Instant outrage.
[WHAT???][IT DESTROYED BUILDINGS][WHY NO ACTION???][AAKASH HAVE YOU LOST IT]
I kept my voice firm.
"Listen carefully."
"If this Pokémon had malicious intent, there would NOT be zero human casualties across the world."
Silence in chat.
Eyes widening.
"The facilities destroyed were chemical factories.Factories with active records of dumping untreated waste into rivers and lakes.Factories that have caused ecosystems to collapse.Pokémon deaths.Mutation.Sickness."
I paused.
Then spoke:
"Nature warned them. They ignored it."
Chat slowly shifted.
[Wait…][So the Pokémon was… protecting ecosystems?][Like… a guardian?][Oh shit]
[Who gave it right execute judgement?]
I wasn't done.
"To all military personnel stationed near the destroyed factories—I request you go to the nearest water source and test it. Immediately. Send results to Colonel Rawat."
I closed the notebook.
"Stream will not stay on this topic. I'm here to train. Not debate."
Chat exploded again, but I didn't linger.
I got up, returned to my Pokémon.
But inside?
I was thinking hard.
Not about the destruction.
Not at all.
I knew it wasn't malicious.
I was thinking because—
It appeared already.
Much earlier than expected.
And if it was here…
The other two couldn't be far behind.
This was good news and terrible news at the same time.
Because if governments or militaries got too aggressive—
If they escalated—
If they crossed certain lines—
This blue guardian wouldn't be the only one acting.
And far away, in Africa…
Warlord-controlled villages—places where humans had slaughtered nearly every Pokémon—
Went up in flames.
A red flash.
Screams.
Fire.
Then silence.
Across borders in Pakistan…
Two terrorist camps which killed, caged, experimented and tried to weaponize pokemon were struck by thunder.
Not lightning from the sky.
Thunder that moved.
Thunder that chased.
Thunder that hunted.
Only scorched earth remained.
The Legendary beasts were prowling on Earth.