Pokémon: I have no choice but to do this old thing?

Two weeks later, the morning sun warmly bathed every corner of the lawn in the backyard of the Elf Center.

Zhang Jianying sat on the bench, his face still pale from the aftermath of his injuries, but his eyes had regained their former sparkle.

He held a book titled "Pokémon Energy Coordination and Potential Activation" open in his hand, but his gaze had already passed over the pages, looking at the Bellagio that was on routine patrol not far away.

While flipping through the pages of the book, he quietly began to explore the world of data.

Those cold words resurfaced:

[Special Status: Highly sensitive, post-traumatic stress disorder; Characteristic conflict: The hard head and the fragmented flight skin are not fused properly; Energy blockage prevents normal use of skills]

[WARNING: This target is extremely aggressive]

Each entry felt like a thorn piercing his heart. The hidden dangers brought about by the Dark Star Organization's forced transformation were far more complex than he had imagined.

This kind of modification is not only cruel, but also a challenge to ethics. It treats Pokémon as machines that can be dismantled at will.

Looking at the warning in the data view, Zhang Jianying had already made up his mind. He closed the book, walked over to the baby dragon, and squatted down to be at eye level with it.

"Come on, let's try this."

He spoke softly, guiding the baby dragon to practice the most basic dragon breath control in the gentle energy flow created by the forest, turtle, and grass.

"Feel the flow of energy, don't force it."

Baby Dragon became agitated because he couldn't use his skills due to energy blockage, but he quickly reassured him, "It's okay, we have plenty of time."

Following the instructions in the book, Zhang Jianying guided the baby dragon in a peaceful environment. Therefore, he specifically chose to let the forest tortoises create a grassy area to guide and train the baby dragon.

After being blessed by Celebi, the vibrant Grass-type energy of Torterra, though completely different from the ferocity of Dragon-type, can effectively soothe and guide the plant.

He instructed the baby dragon to begin with the most subtle energy control, not by condensing dragon breath in its mouth, but by trying to make the energy complete a very simple cycle within its body.

This seemingly basic exercise is incredibly difficult for the baby dragon right now, so we have to stop trying it for now to avoid creating a negative association with it...

Meanwhile, in the center of the lawn, Kirlia was conducting her daily required course.

Its eyes were slightly closed, its posture was upright and elegant, and its body was surrounded by a light blue halo like smoke and mist.

Kirlia has fully recovered, and her superpowers are even more refined and profound than before.

It is repeatedly sensing and refining the profound meaning of spiritual breakthrough taught by Mewtwo, striving to perceive that resolute will that compresses vast spiritual power to the extreme and transforms it into "cutting through confusion".

The light that entered Mewtwo's brow was not just the inheritance of a skill, but more like a seed containing Mewtwo's understanding of the essence of Psychic-type power.

Kirullian could sense that whenever she went into deep meditation, the "seed" would glow faintly deep within her consciousness, showing her new possibilities for using her superpowers.

This is not a skill that can be mastered simply by imitation; it requires an unwavering belief in and rigorous practice of one's own will.

However, whenever Kirlia's invisible psychic energy ripples out like waves and sweeps past the Beast Dragon patrolling nearby, its blue figure always freezes abruptly.

fear.

That was the fear that Baby Dragon had deeply ingrained in his bones and imprinted on his soul.

In the laboratory, superpowers meant cold, psychic restraints for Baby Dragon, a scanner that forcibly probed its mind, and mental control that attempted to distort its thoughts.

In Baby Dragon's eyes, superpowers are synonymous with "pain" and "loss of self".

Fragments of memory always flash by unexpectedly:

Fixed to the cold lab table, unable to move; a strange mental force forcibly intruded into my mind, stirring up my thoughts; and the indifferent eyes of those in white coats recording data.

The superpowers that Kirlia released during its training would cause these memories to flood back like a tide, making every scale of it recall that helplessness and pain.

Yet an almost instinctive longing was growing wildly in its heart.

Baby Dragon admires Kirlia's composure in controlling power, its gentleness and strength in protecting its companions, and its seemingly innate elegance that it can never possess.

The baby dragon wanted to get closer, but was afraid of being burned by the warm light. It wanted to imitate it, but was also afraid of the shadow behind that power.

Therefore, while Kirlia is meditating, Baby Dragon will hide in the shadow of the Forest Turtle and quietly observe its movements and postures.

Baby Dragon's tentative actions were witnessed by Kirlia, who had just finished meditating.

Kirlia did not speak, but simply suppressed the psychic energy fluctuations around her to the gentlest state.

It keenly sensed that the baby dragon's behavior was a signal, proving that beneath the ice of fear, there was a tiny spark of hope.

Kirullian understood that what she needed to do was not to force her way in, but to create an environment where the spark could burn safely.

It continued to meditate with its eyes closed.

Thus, Baby Dragon became a sentinel full of contradictions.

Nowadays, its patrol routes always unconsciously revolve around Kirlia, maintaining a delicate distance that is both eager to get close and ready to escape at any moment.

Baby Dragon will start from the edge of the lawn where the Forest Turtle is, and circle inwards, sometimes getting as close as five meters to Kirlia. If it senses an increase in psychic energy, it will immediately retreat to a safer distance.

This distance was a safe zone it found after several attempts, a distance that allowed it to see Kirlia's every move without causing excessive physical discomfort from its superpowers.

Baby Dragon often secretly observes Kirlia's every move.

When Kirlia finishes her meditation, a condensed, almost tangible light lingers around her fingertips. Baby dragons are mesmerized by this sight and unconsciously raise their little claws, wanting to imitate her.

However, when Kirlia entered deep meditation, the superpower fluctuations she unconsciously emitted increased slightly.

The baby dragon would feel a chill run down its spine, like a startled bud, and would suddenly jump back, quickly hiding in the shadow cast by the forest tortoise's massive body, revealing only a pair of eyes filled with terror and resentment.

Kirlia once tried to communicate with it telepathically, and a gentle thought just touched its mind: "Take a rest if you're tired."

"Aww!"

"Get out of here and stay away from my brain!"

The baby dragon reacted as if its tail had been stepped on; its delicate scales instantly bristled, and it let out a sharp, terrified roar, even making a lunge-like bite at the air. It gasped for breath, as if it had just survived a life-or-death struggle.

Kirlian's eyes dimmed, not because she was hurt.

It clearly sensed that behind the baby dragon's roar lay painful memories.

As the first companion to feel this pain, it understood that it had a responsibility to guide this new member, and at the very least, to prevent it from harming its companion out of fear, or harming itself again.

This sense of responsibility transcends its own emotions.

Kirlian knew that Baby Dragon's reaction wasn't directed at it, but rather an instinctive resistance to foreign consciousness.

This understanding made Kirlia more patient, and it began to try to express its care in more indirect ways—a look, a gesture, or simply a gentle smile when the baby dragon looked over…

Even now, a flock of noisy birds, oblivious to the danger, flew in, their chattering potentially disturbing Kirullian's deep meditation.

Baby Dragon's fear of superpowers was overshadowed by another, stronger emotion: its belief in protecting its family.

It shot out like a blue lightning bolt, no longer a bluff, but genuine anger.

The baby dragon scared them all away with a deep roar containing its dragon breath.

After completing all this, Baby Dragon quickly ran back to the Forest Turtle, its heart pounding with the fear of being near the source of the superpower and the excitement of successfully protecting its family.

In the baby dragon's simple yet persistent understanding, this small courtyard and these companions who were willing to accept it were the first "place of belonging" it had found in its dark life.

Anything that might threaten this "place of belonging" must be expelled. This strong belief is even able to temporarily suppress its instinctive fear of superpowers.

During a training break, Kirullian tried again.

This time, Kirlia didn't use any superpowers. She simply used her little hand to gently roll up the plumpest orange fruit and let it slowly and harmlessly roll to Baby Dragon's feet.

Baby Dragon stared intently at the fruit that had been touched by the superpower source, letting out a hesitant "woo-woo" sound.

Desire and fear battled in his eyes.

Ultimately, hunger and a sliver of trust in goodwill prevailed.

Baby Dragon snatched the fruit from its mouth, quickly turned its back to block everyone's view, and then began to eat it in small, rapid bites, as if it were hiding a huge secret...