Pharaoh of the Pyramid. Head of the Battle Frontier. The wielder of the Three Regis.
Jindai slowly regained consciousness, only to be greeted by a grinning, ghostly face right in front of him: “Gengaa~!”
“Aaaaahhh!!” Jindai almost fainted again on the spot.
“Alright, cut it out.” Lu Ye bent down and picked up the eyeball that had rolled onto the floor, handing it back to the Gengar pulling faces.
His mood turned a little complicated.
After spending so much ti with Gengar, this level of scare barely made a ripple anymore…
“Gengaa! (￣▽￣)／” Gengar popped the eyeball back in and gave Jindai a fresh greeting.
“So it was Gengar…”
Jindai let out a breath of relief, scratching his head as his mory gradually returned. Then he suddenly tensed up.
“What about the King of Portlandis?!”
“Right here.” Lu Ye held out a roughly carved stone orb toward him. “Successfully sealed.”
Jindai’s eyes widened. “But the inscription on that slab was written in an ancient language…”
Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a familiar figure—the renowned mythologist, Cynthia.
A realization dawned on him.
“It wasn’t ,” Cynthia shook her head. “I haven’t gotten that far in ancient linguistics yet.”
“Then it was…”
Jindai let out a small “Oh!” and said, “Gym Leader Brock? The one with experience working in museums?”
“It was Mr. Lu!” Ash corrected loudly. “You almost died, Mr. Jindai!”
Jindai froze for a mont, then turned to look at the composed and refined young man before him.
So young, and already this deep into the obscure field of ancient language…
He nodded solemnly, stood up, and gave Lu Ye a respectful bow. “Mr. Lu, I will never forget that you saved my life.”
“No big deal.” Lu Ye scratched his cheek.
If it weren’t for ancient language, I might’ve taken you out just now...
Cynthia furrowed her brow and asked seriously, “What exactly happened, Mr. Jindai?”
Jindai returned the Three Regis to their Poké Balls and sighed.
“It was my negligence. I thought that king wanted to possess Ash. I didn’t expect… my own mind would be the weak point.”
“You shouldn’t bla yourself, Mr. Jindai,” Brock said firmly. “You’re already one of the most outstanding archaeologists alive.”
Jindai shook his head and gave a bitter smile. “That’s exactly why I still need more training.”
“Still,” Jindai added, “this trip to the ruins wasn’t entirely fruitless.”
“At the very least, I uncovered the truth behind the fall of the Portlandis Empire, and…”
He paused, glancing around at the chaotic interior of the Battle Pyramid, then coughed lightly. “Let
get you all out of here first!”
Brock looked toward the dark mist and asked, “What about all that lingering resentnt?”
“I’ll have Dusknoir devour it…”
“Gengaa~（??﹃??）”
Jindai looked at Gengar and mused, “If your Gengar would like to devour it, Mr. Lu…”
“Gengaa! ψ(｀????)ψ” (Bon appétit!)
Lu Ye watched his Gengar happily floating in the air, gorging on the black mist, looking slightly concerned.
“Seriously, is that even safe to eat?”
“For Ghost-types, these spirits are the best supplents.”
Jindai folded his arms, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. “Especially for curse-type moves—their effects can improve drastically.”
Lu Ye blinked. “Including Perish Song?”
“Perish Song, Curse, Destiny Bond… all of them.”
Lu Ye held his breath, a familiar sense of dread tightening in his chest.
Unbelievable.
You really managed to screw
over even now!
Lu Ye muttered, “Do you happen to have distant relatives nad Reiji and Shinji?”
Jindai: “Huh? What makes you say that?”
“No reason.” Lu Ye coughed. You guys just look too alike…
I’ll rember this grudge, you hear !
“Gengaa~! (*⊙~⊙)” Gengar grabbed the mist like cotton candy, stuffing it whole into its mouth.
Apparently not satisfied, Gengar summoned its “Dusknoir” form behind it.
A three-ter-tall mini version of “Susanoo” stretched out its thick arms, scooped up the surrounding black mist, rolled it into a big ball of "cotton candy
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