Aspiring to become a Pokémon trainer

Then, the radiance of evolution shone brightly, and upon closer inspection, the dragon god standing on two legs had already touched the entire sky.

"How is this possible?"

It was the unbelievable murmur of a young man.

"It is my honor to introduce to you my masterpiece, a new type of combining device that is a replica of the 'Gene Wedge'."

Adjusting his glasses, Akromma smiled with his hands behind his back, brimming with self-satisfaction.

"This is the legendary new form of Kyurem, born from absorbing the power of the dragon—"

The crimson lens reflected the drooping wings of the giant dragon, its body trembling with excitement, almost to the point of madness.

"With this power, with Dark Kyurem, I can rule Unova. What need do I have for a monster like you!"

Chapter 197 Reconciliation and Jokes?

"Roar!"

With a deafening roar, fierce arcs of electricity burst forth, and a bone-chilling cold froze the air.

Step by step, the towering dragon slowly opened its crimson eyes, ignited its powerful magnetic engine, and exhaled frost and snow covering the ground, creating an overwhelming sense of oppression.

The strands of hair under the brim of his hat trembled in the wind. Gazing at the approaching ice dragon with its fierce glint in its eyes, N remained unmoved. He opened his arms, looking at Dark Kyurem with clear eyes and at Ghetsis with unwavering gaze.

"Zekhrom... I can still hear your voice, you can still be separated, while it's still not too late..."

The raging dragon seemed to hear the young man's call; a struggle flickered in its eyes, but it unexpectedly calmed down.

"Damn it."

Gritting his teeth and his voice hoarse, a surge of anger immediately rose within Quigish. N's talent for bewitching Pokémon was the last thing he wanted to see at that moment.

Fortunately, Akromar calmly gave a negative answer, "It's useless. Even I can't completely darken Kyurem's power under forced fusion, let alone talk about so-called autonomous consciousness."

"However, a few minutes is more than enough."

Heeding his subordinate's confident pronouncements, Quixote gripped his glasses, refracting the arc of light, no longer concealing his murderous intent.

In the end, the very pawn he had trained openly rebelled, becoming the biggest obstacle on his path to dominating the Union.

"Tear him apart, Kyurem!"

Click, click.

As the ice pillars fell, lightning streaked across the sky. On the ice dragon's jaws, scorching ball-shaped lightning gradually gathered, the light nearly annihilating everything.

However, N simply raised his eyelids, stood under the constantly flashing lightning, and calmly stated his own words.

"Pokémon are not tools of humans."

"It encounters humans, helps them, and in turn, gives rise to new emotions..."

“We shouldn’t separate. There are many more ways for us to get along than simply denying or affirming each other.”

Quixote's face turned pale and then red, as if venting his anger. He suddenly stretched out his scepter and pointed it directly at the other person.

"Shut up, you monster!"

With the man's roar, lightning suddenly crashed down between the ice dragon's jaws.

N closed his eyes, awaiting his destiny, and smiled with relief.

Even if failure is inevitable, at least I fought for it, and I stood up for it.

That is proof that I have been here, that is the future where ideals never fade.

bang——

In an instant, azure flames poured down from the sky, colliding and attacking the intersecting lightning, before dissipating and exploding.

boom.

Black smoke billowed from the center of the explosion, and powerful air currents swept outwards in all directions.

Quixote concealed himself with his cloak, then looked toward the cave entrance, his expression suddenly tightening.

The baseball cap was blown away by the cold wind. The green-haired youth also turned his head to the side, slowly raising his gaze. Then, his eyes widened, and he murmured incredulously.

“Reshiram…”

For the first time, sunlight shone into the dark, sunless cave of giants, a place perpetually covered in snow during the harsh winter.

Clean, pure white, warm.

A pair of white feathers covered the dark clouds, and a pair of blue eyes reflected the sky. On the neck of the real dragon sat a slender and pure figure. The light poured down, but only cast a shadow on the white-haired girl.

Her face was obscured, only soft lines and slightly upturned pink lips were visible.

With its wings tucked in and its soft fur ruffled, Reshiram bent down, yielding its place with gentle grace, revealing its heroic nature.

Harmonious and beautiful.

"Thank you for your hard work, N."

Nan Yin picked up the baseball cap that had fallen to the ground, dusted it off lightly, and handed it back to the young man.

"The world is not black and white. Your background does not determine your final achievements. What is truly important is to balance the gap between ideals and reality and to make the most of every moment."

N slowly opened his eyes, and his dim pupils regained their light.

"Another unexpected turn of events. Why does it always happen like this? First you were the Sinnoh champion, and now you're just a pawn!"

Clenching his teeth, veins bulging, and looking at the white-haired girl who, despite her youth, possessed an extraordinary air, the resentment in Quixote's eyes deepened.

Akroma pressed her trembling hand and adjusted her glasses, her smile concealing a mix of helplessness and understanding.

I should have thought of that sooner...

Gaining Reshiram's approval, the true hero of the Unova, is the variable that joins the battle: Fairy King Nan Yin.

However, this time, I will avenge myself!

A black-dyed ice dragon stood behind Kuiqisi, facing off against the pure and elegant white dragon in front of Nanyin.

An intense sense of oppression swept in like a cold wind, fluttering the girl's skirt.

Despite all the planning, timing was perfect. Even without the Gene Wedge, Akromar still managed to create the Fusion Machine, and N seized this opportunity to launch his challenge.

No need for further words or contemplation, this is a life-or-death struggle.

"Dark Kyurem, Intertwined Lightning!"

Raising his scepter high, the blond man shouted without the slightest hesitation.

With its massive jaws bulging and engines ignited, dazzling lightning surged through its tubular connections into its body, the frost dragon seemingly entering overclocking mode.

The sudden burst of lightning illuminated the entire cave, turning it into daylight in an instant.

[Step back, Nan Yin, come behind me.]

A hint of apprehension flashed in the white dragon's eyes. It lowered its wings and swatted away the escaping electric snakes, intending to protect Nan Yin behind it.

However, the white-haired girl spread her five fingers out in front of her, standing alongside it amidst the raging lightning.

"Don't worry, I'm not a weak trainer either."

Perhaps Reshiram's power alone is not enough to rival Kyurem, who has combined the power of two dragons, but the trainer of the masterpiece, Nanon, is no ordinary person.

Telekinesis, waveguides, and a shared fighting spirit, along with mutual trust.

"Just like back then, can I trust you again, Rashiram?"

There might have been a moment of hesitation, but in an instant, Bai Long's gaze softened, and his look even carried a deeper affection.

[Of course, the heroes I acknowledge.]

"Then, use Interlaced Flames on Kyurem!"

In that instant, the girl's eyes shimmered with a violet glow, while the dragon god's azure pupils were also tinged with a similar color, a resonance of their thoughts.

Even though the difference in size was as vast as the difference between a firefly and the moon, both she and He restrained themselves excessively, suppressing their discomfort and trying their best to accept each other.

At this moment, their souls are approaching a similar shape.

It was not a pale blue flame, but rather a violet-purple heatwave interspersed among it, converging into interwoven waves of flame, where the great sun of the otherworldly realms radiated a newborn flare.

boom--

Flames and lightning illuminated the cave, colliding endlessly in one spot. The combined power of the two dragons could not match the convergence of their hearts. With only the white dragon's body, Nan Yin forcefully took the initiative.

The terrifying clash caused a large amount of rubble to fall from above, threatening to trigger a collapse and earthquake.

"Reshiram, lure the ice dragon outside."

It was an immediate judgment; her friends and a group of trainers were waiting outside the cave, ready for the right moment.

"Waaah!"

The wings danced and fluttered in the narrow space. The white dragon did not engage in a direct confrontation, but instead turned around and spewed flames at the dark Kyurem to provoke it and draw it out to fight in the sky.

"Roar!"

Clearly, the irrational Dark Kyurem immediately reverted to his true nature, floating up and leaning forward to chase after Reshiram, who was feigning to escape.

Immediately, only Nan Yin, with a slight smile on her lips, Kui Qi Si, with a livid face, and Akro Ma, who was silently holding his forehead, remained in the dim cave.

"Looks like we're lucky; it's time for our battle to begin."

The pinkish-white beast leaped down from the neck and shoulder, bared its tiger teeth, and let out a loud roar. The princess, who was drilling into rocks, stacked up rock peaks, trapping the two of them inside, with nowhere to escape.

Immediately afterwards, the mechanical puppets spurred the growth of vegetation, confining the space, while the Scorpion King scattered poisonous saplings, which then returned to the cliff face.

"Mr. Quixote, are you ready to fight against a nobody like me?"

Raising his rattan staff, he opened his lips along with the girl, and the little devil, just like her, puffed out his chest and displayed a flamboyant, maniacal laugh.

"Ha, Your Excellency Nanyin, is reconciliation possible?"

He immediately lost his composure, looked around at the oppressive surroundings, and then saw the vines under his feet. Realizing that escape was completely hopeless, cold sweat was already streaming down Quixote's forehead.

Trying his best to maintain a gentlemanly demeanor, he forced a smile.

"I believe you wouldn't reject the universal rules of Pokémon battles, nor would you tarnish the hands of an Elite Four member, would you?"

Upon hearing this, Nan Yin simply smiled wryly.

"Firstly, you made the first move, and secondly, I like the rules of the 9th Quartz Conference."

Quixote's smile froze, and he looked at Akromma questioningly.

what is that?

"In a no-holds-barred format, trainers attack each other, and ultimately [Fighter] Crimson wins the championship."

Akroma let out a bitter laugh, already aware of the inevitable defeat, while the white-haired girl raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Finally, at this very moment, you must be joking, right?"

Chapter 198 Victini and Disintegration

"Since you're unwilling, then what's the point of saying anything more!" His gaze immediately turned ruthless as Quixote raised his scepter, pointing it directly at the girl in front of him.

Clearly, the words just now were a tactic to buy time. Accompanied by a violent tremor, the ice dragon with black feathers crashed through the rock wall and returned.

As the terrifying giant jaws plunged into the cave, gathering lightning and icy light, smugness seemed to return to the blond man's face.

"Dark Kyurem, finish her off!"

Upon hearing this, Nan Yin raised her eyebrows slightly and smiled gently.

Ha, they actually want to take action against the trainers first?

That suits me perfectly.

Looking directly at the scorching air and the sudden crackling of lightning, she lightly touched the ground and used the momentum to leap up.

Invisible mental power transformed into wings, the waveguide of the mind discerned the direction, and the towering lightning illuminated the cave as if it were daytime, yet they could not touch the girl at all.

As they approached, her graceful figure seemed to foresee the future, dodging the attack by the slightest margin, then dodging and weaving, leaping and dancing with perfect precision, just like a dancer.