Chapter 4: The Wild Mind Pokémon
Night in Nowhere City
Cold mist drifted through the streets of
Nowhere City.
The blue lanterns flickered softly as
Elior and
Mira wandered through the city after meeting
Morrigan.
The city felt strange.
Not dangerous—
But alive.
Then A Sudden Explosion occur
BOOOOM!
A psychic shockwave erupted from deeper within the city.
Windows rattled.
Ghost Pokémon scattered into the sky.
Mira jumped.
"…What was THAT?!"
Another explosion echoed.
Followed by shouting.
"Somebody stop it!"
Elior and Mira rushed toward the noise.
When they arrived, the entire marketplace was in chaos.
Stalls had been flipped over.
Boxes floated through the air.
Psychic energy spiraled wildly across the street.
At the center of the destruction hovered a small Pokémon with glowing silver eyes.
Its crystal-like forehead blazed with psychic power.
Mystveil
Several trainers tried catching it.
But every Poké Ball thrown at Mystveil was blasted away by psychic force.
CRASH!
Another fruit stand exploded.
Mira ducked.
"…That thing's completely out of control!"
But Elior noticed something strange.
Mystveil wasn't attacking people directly.
It looked angry.
Frustrated.
Almost like it was trying to prove itself.
Mystveil suddenly locked eyes with Elior.
Its psychic aura surged.
Then—
It pointed directly at him.
Mira blinked.
"…Uh…"
"…I think it picked you."
"…Then I guess I should answer."
"Go, Riolu!"
Riolu leapt into battle.
The Wild Battle
Mystveil attacked immediately with Psybeam.
Riolu dodged and countered with Quick Attack.
The clash sent shockwaves through the marketplace.
Mystveil was unbelievably fast.
It floated between buildings, launching psychic attacks from every direction.
People gathered around the battle.
Some frightened.
Some amazed.
"…That trainer's actually keeping up with it!"
As the fight continued, Elior realized something.
Mystveil wasn't battling out of hatred.
It was enjoying the fight.
Just like a certain raging Fighting-type Pokémon from old league stories.
"Riolu, Force Palm!"
BOOM!
Riolu landed a direct hit.
Mystveil crashed into the ground.
Dust filled the air.
For a moment—
Everything became silent.
As the dust cleared, Elior stepped forward.
He extended his hand.
"…You're strong."
"…But strength alone isn't enough."
Mystveil stared at him silently.
Its psychic aura flickered.
Suddenly—
Mystveil flew forward and punched Elior directly in the face with psychic force.
Mira shouted.
"ELIOR!"
The crowd gasped.
Elior stumbled backward—
Then started laughing.
"…Okay."
"…Now I definitely like you."
The Psychic Pokémon froze.
Confused.
Most people feared it.
Most people tried controlling it.
But Elior laughed.
For the first time—
Mystveil smiled.
Without warning, Mystveil smacked a Poké Ball out of Elior's hand—
Then tapped the ball itself.
A beam of red light absorbed it instantly.
Shake.
Shake.
Click.
The crowd erupted in surprise.
Mira blinked repeatedly.
"…Did…"
"…Did it just catch ITSELF?!"
Elior picked up the Poké Ball and grinned.
"…Welcome to the team, Mystveil."
From atop a nearby rooftop,
Morrigan watched silently.
The mist swirled around her as she whispered:
"…A wild spirit choosing its own trainer…"
"…Perhaps fate truly is changing."
And the journey continues....