Ditto doesn't move

Just as Sister Cabbage, who had personally experienced a wild battle against the Emperor, thought, her fighting style against the Emperor was as different as that of a sports champion versus an underground fighting arena champion.

But only the Fiery Beast of that day knew that the Emperor had not used his full strength.

No, you could even say that he didn't use even 30% of his strength.

This is a secret known only to the King of the Dream Beast Team.

Between the moonlit sky of the Claw Mark Hill, between the moonlit sky where only those who achieve final victory among the Heavenly Kings can attempt to challenge and receive the Emperor's teachings, they have seen the true form, which is nearing completion...

Magic skills.

Team Dreammon currently has five Pokémon that have earned the title of Elite Four member, and it is known that each of them has received a prototype of a divine move that was tailor-made and deduced by the Emperor.

So the question arises: did the people who taught them these amazing skills actually master them?

If the Rockets' surveillance system had alerted them, it would probably be making a sound like this right now:

【warn!warn! 】

The True Emperor Descends

[Entered the second stage... peak form!]

Could the Emperor single-handedly take down Team Rocket at this point?

Easy! Absolutely!

So what exactly is the difference between the second form and the first form?

As everyone should know, Ditto can only use one move when fighting in its original form:

[Transformation]

Applications such as near-perfect evasion, minimizing damage after being hit, and piercing fields that instantly kill enemies are merely minor applications of physical deformation that manipulate the body.

It contains no elemental energy whatsoever.

Yes, attribute energy.

This is the most fundamental difference between the first form and the second form.

The divine skills that the Heavenly King learned can essentially be categorized as the development and contemplation of attribute energy.

Ordinary Pokémon can be considered powerful simply by mastering the use of type energy. Even Pokémon like Froakie and Duck have pushed type energy to the point where they can break through walls ten thousand feet high, but they have only mastered one type of type energy.

So, how many types of elemental energies did the Emperor consider and deal with? How many techniques did he explore and research?

It’s so hard to guess.

If it's hard to guess, then there's no need to guess.

The technological gap between the two sides was so vast that there was no need to describe the battle scene; all that was needed was to know that Team Rocket's officers and grunts all fell peacefully.

"Where I stand is the entire Dream Creator Beast Team."

Having transformed back into human form, the Emperor surveyed the arena, then looked up at the airship high in the sky and said:

"Just a heads up, it's not realistic to try and wear me down with sheer numbers."

After all, I still have a huge stockpile of Hibiscus syriacus.

Whether you bought them regularly or exchanged them, they should be enough to wage a war.

"So, would you like to fight me, Sakaki of the Earth?"

"I heard you've got the skills to win a championship. I want to see how you differ from Cynthia."

A projection was shown in front of the airship:

“If it were before, I would definitely do anything to catch you.”

"Codenamed Emperor, an ultimate Pokémon even more powerful than Mew."

"However, the Rainbow Rockets are about to arrive, so I can only wait another hour."

The silent Sakaki didn't explain further; their mutual wisdom was enough to leave it at that.

Xia Ming, the Martial God, chuckled, whistled, and leaned lazily against the ruins, lost in pleasant reverie.

Mao, are you saying goodbye properly now?

Volume Two: The Grand Alliance Chapter 176: Hello, Thank you, and then goodbye

The surroundings are slowly becoming hazy.

Qi San Ling Zhou Qi Shan Mao and Tian Wu Ni walked resolutely through the fog, not knowing how far they had gone or where they were going.

There was no fear in my heart, only a growing sense of tension.

Then, she saw a familiar landscape.

That was the forest of Mela Mela Island, the backyard of the Aina Restaurant, and the sun-drenched mountain path.

A gentle breeze rustled through the trees, creating a soft, whispering sound that awakened a sound in Mao's memory.

"I've been looking forward to going for a walk with my mom for a long time!"

"I'm sorry, Mom hasn't been able to find the time to spend with you."

"There's nothing we can do about it, Mom has to go to the hospital."

"I'm sick, I'm so sorry."

Every time I visit my mother, she apologizes.

He's always apologizing to me.

I can't stand my mom who keeps apologizing; I hate it, but she is sick after all.

"Looking back now, I think I can understand how you felt back then, Mom."

Facing the figure she had longed for day and night emerging from the mist, the little girl spoke with a mixture of unease and determination.

"I thought you would rush up and hug me while crying, you little crybaby."

The visitor said with a slightly relaxed tone.

"I'm sorry to have worried you."

As she tried to lift her face and show her smile, Mao couldn't help but feel a stinging sensation in her nose and her eyes redden slightly.

The gentle woman smiled with satisfaction:

"You've grown into a beautiful young woman, Mao."

"And Sweet Bamboo is the same, it has evolved remarkably."

"Sweet!" The Pokémon, as excited as a young girl, couldn't contain itself and hugged it.

While comforting her young Pokémon, who couldn't control its emotions, and facing her hesitant daughter, Mallow's mother didn't blame her. Instead, as if she had finally let go of a long-held worry, she said:

“Listen to me, Mao.”

"There's something I've always wanted to tell you, Mom. I shouldn't have said 'I'm sorry' back then; I should have said 'thank you' instead."

"Thank you, Mao."

"Thank you for being my child. Thank you for bringing so much joy to me, Dad, and my brother. Thank you for always supporting Aina Restaurant. Thank you... for becoming such a kind and upright child."

I'm the one who should be saying thank you.

The little girl remained silent, then stepped forward and gently hugged her mother.

Master Zhihui Xing once told me that people often hear worried, helpless sighs coming from the fog.

I'm sorry, Mom. I had already decided to bring joy to everyone, but I still made you worry.

No, that's not right. You can't say sorry here; you should say thank you.

"Thank you, Mom."

Feeling the warmth of the embrace, yet surprisingly stubborn, the little girl firmly stated:

"However, I will not apologize; someone has already taught me that."

“I shouldn’t feel guilty for saying those things at the last moment. What I should really feel guilty about is… not finishing what I wanted to say.”

“I hate my mom who keeps apologizing. I hate saying sorry.”

"I want my mother to not have to sigh when she is sick, I want her to not feel so guilty, I want her to not worry so much."

"Mao is also very hardworking, and Mao has always been working hard."

"Dad and brother also want Mom to not be discouraged when she's sick, but to be able to recover happily and without worries, and then, then, let's go for a walk together as a family..."

A damp sensation came from my shoulder.

The gentle woman paused for a moment, then said, as if repeating a thought or sighing:

“You’ve grown up, Mao.”

Just as Mao was able to understand her mother's feelings back then, how could Mao's mother not understand her daughter's feelings now?

When the peaceful days are suddenly disrupted by distress and separation, how can one person feel guilty alone?

Stubbornly pulling away from the warm embrace, wiping away her tears that she could no longer hold back, the little girl, with a stubborn yet determined expression, bowed deeply along with her Pokémon.

"So, I want to thank you."

"Thank you for always being such a cheerful and gentle mother."

"Thank you for preparing delicious meals for me every day."

"Thank you. I really enjoy taking walks with my mom."

"Thank you for enduring the pain of illness and still worrying about us."

"Thank you for helping me tame Sweet Bamboo so that I wouldn't be lonely."

"Thank you, thank you for giving me life."

"Mao..."

Then, the scene that had always been etched in my memory stirred within me.

Thinking back to my gentle mother, who has finally completed the last leg of her life's journey.

I recall her gently placing her hand on her head, as she always had, and gently rubbing her hair, but ultimately letting it fall across her cheek as if she had lost all strength.

I recall that long sigh that I never managed to let out until the very end.

Mao bowed deeply for the second time, together with Sweetie:

"And then, what I want to tell you is..."

"Now, I can manage on my own."

"So please stop worrying and just focus on the life I'm about to live!!!"

The mother, who had lingered in the fog for a long time, unwilling to cross the boundary between the living and the dead, remained silent.

what……

Is it okay for one person now?

That little, soft child, who was once as fragile as porcelain and so afraid of being hurt, has now become so strong.

She even has the capacity to take care of her own mother.

I am so happy.

"But you don't need to say goodbye, Mao."

The fog is dissipating, and the scattered lights are fading from Mother's body.

"Mao, I will always be by your side."

She reached out and embraced her child and Pokémon, as if reluctant to part with a traveler on a long journey, yet also filled with the expectations and blessings of any parent.

…………

"Fin fin~"

Despite being a gloomy island god who usually prefers staying at home, he started dancing joyfully in the sky above his palace.

As for the embarrassing incident of being captured by humans, which made the island god lose face, he no longer cares about it at all.