Aspiring to become a Pokémon trainer

Once the electric lightning dissipated and the cold wind subsided, Nanyin landed safely back on the ground, displaying a carefree and composed demeanor.

"How is that possible!"

He was already preparing for an opportunity to control the ice dragon with his equipment, but when his trump cards failed to harm his opponent, Quixote fell into shock, indignation, and even madness.

"Freeze Volt!"

Ignoring everything else, he roared out the command, unwilling to accept that his schemes had been completely ineffective, as if they were nothing more than an ugly child's game.

Looking back at Quixote, who was clutching his scepter and nearly losing his mind, a hint of disappointment flashed in Akromar's eyes.

The cold wave and thunderclouds mingled, and the sky trembled under this immense power. But faced with this ultimate move, Nan Yin simply uttered that name softly.

"Rahiram".

"Waaah!"

Pure white feathers pierced through the rock layers, revealing the vast and boundless sky. Responding to the girl's trust, it lowered its wings, wrapped them in blue flames, and protected them both.

"Ibrahimovic."

Standing on the real earth, the pink and white beast roared out a thunderous sound that pierced the clouds.

It shattered countless bolts of lightning, broke through the wrath of the gods, momentarily halted the consciousness of the ice dragon, and opened up the first space for the cooperation of its companions.

“A strange encounter.”

Leaping into the air, the little devil sped across the collapsed rocks, and without any specific command, its flaming vines slashed down from above, striking the dragon squarely on the forehead.

"If your only reliance is the so-called Dark Kyurem, then I will—"

Spread your five fingers out in front of you, and the aura of a fairy will burst forth and bless you.

"Defeat it fair and square!"

The distant wind and snow are biting and piercing, but the nearby land is warm and pleasant.

Gazing at the white-haired girl who stood at the forefront, commanding the situation with a single palm strike, seeing her composure and her swiftness like the wind, both N and the late-arriving Korni couldn't help but freeze in their tracks.

“Machiana”.

A gentle voice rose again.

Even though this cave has never seen sunlight for a thousand years, and is desolate and lacking in life, when the girl's will is so strong, all kinds of flowers and plants break through the rock layers and bloom in full glory.

Flower cannons, ingenious puppets, and the exchange of trust without question.

Unable to break free from the shackles of living beings, Kyurem staggered several steps, nearly collapsing to his knees, his body out of control and his consciousness fading.

The time has come.

"Tianxi".

Looking back at the pink diamond princess beside her, Nan Yin's gaze was gentle as water, full of tenderness. Without saying a word, a pure white veil was already draped over Tianxi's forehead.

Raise your hands in unison and shout in unison, and the dazzling pink light will illuminate the world, giving it a touch of warmth.

"The power of the moon".

Like a final note, crossing the legendary chasm, the frigid, clear skies and thunderous roar that cleaved through the clouds could not suppress the moonlight's warmth. Waves of air rose and explosions erupted one after another.

Just then, a small figure appeared in the arena. It was moved by the girl's determination to win, it was impressed by her steadfastness and kindness, and it was willing to offer its blessing for victory.

With its orange-red, fluffy, pointed ears and pale yellow fur with its eyes closed, the little beast was none other than Victini, the mythical beast that brought victory.

Thus, the offensive came to an end.

"Roar!"

The excessively warm light did not sting the eyelids of the crowd; only that mournful cry proclaimed the inevitable outcome.

His body was charred, his ice wings were broken, and Dark Kyurem lowered his head, his body trembling, barely able to breathe.

"How is that possible! That's the most powerful dragon in the Unicron Empire. How could it be defeated by you? How could I be defeated by you!"

With his scepter shattered, Quixote knelt down in a daze.

"Scorpion King".

Without being moved, since the other party had already taken drastic measures, Nan Yin would no longer show mercy.

The dark blue scorpion beast chuckled, bent down, and threw a punch that struck the blond man squarely in the abdomen.

The ambitious man's eyes bulged, his waist and abdomen caved in, and he fell backward in a sorry state, his red lens shattering into several pieces that scattered in the corners of the cave.

"How could you lay a hand on me? I've been working to liberate the Pokémon of Unova all along! You can't judge me!"

"Forcibly capturing other people's Pokémon, ignoring living beings and pursuing ambition to advance research, disregarding the millions of people in Odd Dragon City—do you need to defend yourself?"

Realizing he had spoken out of turn, his sanctimonious demeanor vanished. Quixote pretended to be dead in the snow like an ostrich, but the naturally restless Scorpio let him have his way and added another pincer strike.

The perpetrator did not kill the girl; the force was merely enough to render her unconscious. The criminal law will then take over the subsequent sentencing in place of the girl.

Upon seeing this, Acromor's nonchalant demeanor vanished, and he forced a smile, saying, "Master Nanyin, as a Pokémon Professor, I am entitled to a certain reduction in my sentence."

"I believe you are a hero who pursues justice. Procedural justice and substantive justice are both indispensable. Before the arrest is formally approved, please allow me to..."

She intended to stall for time and then consider a way to escape, but Nan Yin simply interrupted her calmly.

“Akroma, you are suspected of multiple serious illegal and criminal acts and will be transferred to Shuanglong City headquarters for processing soon.”

“Give me a chance, and I want to continue being a good person so that my invention can be used by the United Federation.”

Ignoring the former's explanation, the girl wiped the dust off her pet's body and spoke again casually.

“Akromar, you are a wise man. These words mean nothing to me. I cannot decide what is good and evil. The people’s eyes and hands will make the final judgment for you.”

The peaceful voice faded away, and the harmonious footsteps receded into the distance. At this moment, the pure white dragon had already arrived in front of Dark Kyurem.

The three dragons of the Unity Path, separated by a thousand years, meet again here, with a clear victory or defeat, and in completely different forms.

N looked up blankly at Nan Yin, his words rekindling his surprise.

"I can feel it! Zekrom's consciousness has returned!"

Nan Yin nodded slightly, raised her eyes, and gazed at the sky above her forehead.

After the collision, the heavy snow stopped falling, the distant mountains stretched endlessly, and for a moment the world was reduced to only two colors: black and white.

With eyes closed, I cast a waveguide; in that clear vision, a nearby point of light echoed the bowed ice dragon.

Looking towards the source of the light, a cone-shaped, needle-like object floated up from her pocket, hovering in front of her, emitting a faint glow.

That is the treasure passed down through generations in the land of dragons—the Wedge of Genes.

Chapter 199 The True Colors Revealed

The balance of Yin and Yang, which has existed for thousands of years without being broken, has finally come to an end.

Three dragons gather, their ideologies clashing. But just by looking at the white dragon raising its snowy neck, one can clearly discern the victor.

"The Wedge of Genes..."

Murmured to herself, Akromah could hardly believe what she was seeing.

The intelligence turned out to be false; the Gene Wedge was actually in the hands of Heavenly King Nan Yin.

Gripping the cone-shaped wedge with two fingers, and staring at the drooping ice dragon, Nan Yin turned to ask N a question.

"Can you still feel Zekrom?"

I will try my best.

Propelled himself forward, brushing aside the biting wind, the green-haired youth stepped into the sparse snowflakes and met Dark Kyurem's gaze once more.

One glance, and the world turned upside down; they re-entered each other's hearts.

Intertwined lightning, shrouded in black mist, the dragon symbolizing ideals frozen in solid ice, mired in a deep daze.

Gazing at his former companion, N clenched his fists and resolutely began his ascent to the summit. Along the way, thunder roared and scorch marks were left in his wake.

A surge of intense mental anguish overwhelmed the young man. He clenched his teeth, beads of sweat rolling down his face. Every step felt like a martyrdom, every step bringing him closer to the black dragon's husk.

In the final step, the lightning descending from the sky transformed into falling ice crystals, freezing it in place.

His lips were bloodless, his hat brim was covered in frost, and he raised his gray eyes. N lowered his knees and knelt on the steps, the flesh of his knees frozen and stuck together.

[Give up on your ideals; they are as insignificant as your own weakness.]

A seductive whisper came from behind my ear.

Yes, even without me, there will still be others who change this world, like Touko, like Nan Yin...

His legs gradually lost sensation, his hands gradually became dull and numb, and fear, timidity, and despair, along with endless negative emotions, turned into tears that flowed down the young man's cheeks and froze instantly.

However, at that moment, a white-haired figure stood behind him and gently patted his shoulder with his palm.

"Back to God."

His concise words, devoid of emotional fluctuation, were precisely what pulled N out of the abyss.

He saw the girl, whose name was Nanyin, extend one hand, spread her five fingers, and in an instant, the azure flame melted the frost and scorched the dark clouds red.

Looking at the frozen black dragon, then at the ice dragon hidden in the shadows, and then back at the gentle white dragon, Nan Yin began to speak, word by word.

"Truth is the root of all things and the foundation upon which ideals are built. Without it, people are like rootless duckweed. Ideals are where hope lies and what the heart entrusts. Without them, people lose the motivation to move forward."

"The world is not black and white, nor is there any need to distinguish between superior and inferior. I am not a hero, but an ordinary person, yet I am able to prove the thoughts and concerns of the world. Therefore, the thousand-year-old ideological conflict comes to an end!"

The world of his mind shattered, and Dark Kyurem suddenly raised his head, opening his terrifying jaws. Frost and lightning immediately gathered, as if to devour the slender girl before him.

"Roar!"

However, Nan Yin remained unmoved. She calmly presented the Gene Wedge in her palm, and a spherical barrier unfolded around the girl with a whoosh. The barrier was transparent and wrapped with gene-shaped chains.

The chains glowed, absorbing the surging lightning and melting the frigid frost, then radiating an even more dazzling light.

Reshiram seemed to sense something, and flapped his wings to spew out azure flames, bathing the barrier in them.

"Dark Kyurem—"

Standing behind the undulating barrier, lightning and firelight swirled around Nan Yin, her silver-white hair fluttering with the air currents, revealing her clear, bright eyes.

"Unfreeze."

In an instant, intertwined flames and lightning formed a spiraling pillar of light that covered the frost and suddenly engulfed the distant ice dragon.

With a hissing roar, bathed in white light, Dark Kyurem split into two bodies as if its soul had been separated.

A violent explosion rang out.

boom!

As the dust settled and the heavy snow stopped, we looked up again and saw the sun breaking through the clouds, the sky clear and bright!

sough--

The pristine white dragon folded its wings, lowered its snowy neck, and seemed slightly stunned.

As the sky brightened, Reshiram's deep blue vertical pupils gazed down at his hero with increasing depth and tenderness.

[You did it, Nan Yin. There is no longer any debt of gratitude or indebtedness between us, so...]

[Would you still like to become my trainer?]

It is not a legend that bestows mercy upon the world, but rather an equal choice between Pokémon and trainers.

"of course."

Standing on tiptoe, Nan Yin cupped Bai Long's slender neck and gently leaned her face against it, whispering softly.

"The moment you chose me, I took on that responsibility."

There's no need to worry. We are one, and the deepest feelings reside in each other's hearts.

At the same moment, Akromma looked at the sky where the thick smoke had dissipated and said absentmindedly:

"My masterpiece... has been deactivated."

High in the sky, Kyurem, panting heavily, stared directly at the black dragon that had escaped.

Czechrom, however, stared at the former, his eyes not filled with anger, but with calm.

[Go back, Kyurem. I will not clash with Reshiram again.]

Having said all he needed to say, Black Dragon glanced at Nan Yin, then fixed his gaze on the weary yet enlightened young man who was smiling, and said softly.