The weather in April was noticeably warr than in March.
It was another quiet evening.
Johan and the others had already left the Pokémon Sanctuary and arrived at a remote forest in central Unova.
Based on Nurse Joy's description and further research by Porygon-Z, they had finally pinpointed this place.
Beside a softly babbling lake nestled in the grassy clearing of the forest—
Johan, wearing an apron, was barbecuing in the open air.
Sizzling at turned golden over the fire, fat dripping onto the coals with a hiss. As he sprinkled cumin and chili powder, the aroma filled the air.
Evening breezes danced across the lake, stirring the surface and releasing the fragrance of the Aorta Blossoms floating on the water—an aroma that made even Gengar drool.
The sun hadn't fully set, but the moon had already risen eagerly. One side of the sky glowed golden, while the other revealed a slice of the starry cosmos.
Cynthia sat elegantly at a table covered in white cloth, crossing her legs and sipping fruit juice through a straw with a soft smile.
Next to her, Caitlin looked rather awkward, fidgeting with her knees and stealing glances at wtwo—who also wore an apron, its expression that of deep existential regret.
The stronger a psychic user was, the more acutely they could feel the overwhelming presence radiating from wtwo.
It wasn't that Caitlin thought she was completely powerless against it—but she had never felt such a powerful psychic force before, and she wasn't sure what wtwo's intent was.
Even Cynthia's Garchomp had unconsciously tempered its presence after seeing wtwo.
Especially with wtwo currently looking like a ticking ti bomb.
And whose fault was that? Johan's.
All because he wanted wtwo to "experience life," and forced it to wear a cute, pink Jigglypuff-thed apron.
Hence, the expression of eternal despair.
The Genesect also sensed the awkward tension.
But not Johan and his Pokémon, or Cynthia. They actually found it kind of cute.
"See? Doesn't it look nice? All soft and pink," Johan teased.
wtwo: "..."
Caitlin stared at Johan in disbelief.
How does he dare?!
But Johan wasn't reckless—he just knew that while wtwo might get annoyed, it wouldn't actually snap.
wtwo still struggled with its identity. Was it a Pokémon? A human? Sothing in between?
So why not help it experience things?
Even embarrassnt was an emotion worth learning.
"Ka-kaah~~"
Gengar, also wearing an apron, cheerfully patted wtwo's shoulder, grinning ear to ear.
Just like , pal. Let's be good little waiters together. Ka-kaah-ka-kaah~~
He proudly tugged on his custom Gengar apron, feeling fabulous.
wtwo shot him a side-eye. A calm thought echoed in Gengar's mind:
"One hundred Shadow Ball drills tonight."
Gengar: Σ(дlll)
wtwo smirked slightly—but quickly composed itself.
"Yoji~ Yoji~~"
Nearby, Larvitar was swinging on a swing made of Genesect silk.
It burst into laughter at the scene—then promptly fell off.
But it was tough, bounced up, and climbed right back on.
"Alright, food's ready!"
Johan clapped his hands and called the Genesect over.
"Once you eat, you'll be on your way."
Genesect Leader: Σ(дlll)
Wait—what do you an "on our way"? Are you gonna kill us?
"Ahem. I an, once you eat, you'll be hobound," Johan corrected with a cough.
This wasn't their original ho—but like the Pokémon Sanctuary, it had Aorta Blossoms, the flowers they yearned for.
It was far from human civilization. As long as they didn't cause trouble, they could live here for hundreds of years in peace.
"Rember—no stirring up trouble. I'll be watching," Johan said to the Genesect Leader.
"Ka-kaah!"
Gengar made a "watching you" gesture.
The Leader didn't react—but the other four Genesect nodded rapidly behind it.
Genesect Leader: "..."
It looked up at a forty-five-degree angle, eyes misting over.
Why did it feel like Johan was their real leader?
They'd grown up together—it had always been the one in charge!
Is this what they an by "childhood friend loses to the new arrival"?
Still, with a ho secured and Johan's earlier dreamscape still lingering in its mind, the Genesect Leader had no desire to stir trouble again.
"Xiao Bing, you've got my contact info. If anything cos up, get in touch."
"Gene, Gene!"
The Frost Drive Genesect nodded vigorously.
"Dig in!"
Johan brought over the grilled at.
Whoosh—
Suddenly, the cute pink apron fluttered to the ground.
wtwo, having fulfilled its "mission," vanished instantly.
"Shy little thing," Cynthia chuckled, taking a bite of lamb skewer.
"It's fine," Johan waved.
It wasn't just embarrassnt.
wtwo still didn't quite know how to interact with others—whether Pokémon or human.
And the missing plate of grilled at on the table was proof enough.
"Seems lonely," Cynthia comnted.
That's also why she didn't fear wtwo losing control.
Lonely beings often looked aloof or annoyed—but inside...
Johan stirred his juice quietly and said, "It's lost a lot of companions."
He looked up at the sky in the direction wtwo flew off.
"But I'll help it find more."
Caitlin, seeing it fly off, asked, "Will it lose companions again?"
"It's strong..."
"No one has smooth sailing forever," Johan replied.
Cynthia and Caitlin exchanged looks—then nodded.
True.
"Anyway." Caitlin changed the heavy topic. "This is the first ti I've seen—or even heard—of it."
The na wtwo, plus its appearance, made it hard not to think of w.
"Its origin..."
Johan didn't finish the sentence. He changed the subject.
"No need to talk about that. Co on—eat up! I put a lot of love into this BBQ!"
—
anwhile—Unova, Nacrene City.
A city transford from hundred-year-old warehouses—now full of historic charm and modern flair.
Its pride: the Nacrene Museum.
Visitors seeking Unova's history always stopped there.
But today—
Even though it was nearly closing ti, the museum was packed.
Until—
BOOM!!!
A massive explosion rocked the museum, shaking all of Nacrene City.
Officer Jenny, long prepared, led her squad into action.
Lenora, Gym Leader and historian, stepped from a hidden chamber.
Inside the museum—
Masked, uniford individuals ransacked the exhibits.
They summoned their Pokémon but didn't attack—waiting.
Team Plasma.
"Damn it! It's not here!"
"No teorite!"
"We've been duped!"
Their goal: a mysterious teorite said to influence or control Pokémon.
But Officer Jenny had already hidden it in advance—having received intel about the heist.
"Don't panic!" barked a Team Plasma commander.
They finally noticed Jenny and Lenora—but didn't look worried.
Instead, the commander smirked.
"They must know where it is."
"Surrender now!" Jenny shouted, her Arcanine poised.
"No—you surrender!" Plasma's commander sneered.
Footsteps echoed.
Jenny and Lenora's faces changed.
They'd been baited.
More Plasma grunts outside.
So many...
For just a teorite?
Or...
Was it all a diversion?
Jenny and Lenora alerted the Unova League imdiately.
Hearing the news, League mbers mobilized across Unova.
Team Plasma wouldn't escape.
—
"Team Plasma's attacking Nacrene? For a teorite?"
Johan and the group, having just "released" the Genesect, also got word.
Do I have the right to "release" now? Johan mused.
"What teorite?" Cynthia asked.
"One that can influence a Pokémon's heart."
Johan rembered it—Team Plasma and Team Rocket once fought over it in the original story.
Sure, it was useful—but...
"Is this really worth all the noise?"
Others might not know—but Johan did.
The teorite wasn't that important to Colress's research.
Unless—
They already had Kyurem.
That would explain it.
But... to bait the League just to ambush them?
That's bold—even for Colress.
If Giovanni were the leader, sure. But Ghetsis?
A man too cowardly to even show his face—pushing his foster son N to the front.
He was a scher—not a warlord.
"It's far..."
Caitlin checked her phone. "Do we go?"
Even if they rushed, they'd probably be late.
Unless—
wtwo could be the key.
Should they call the Genesect back?
They might still make it.
Johan sighed—traveling like that again...
Then—
A thought struck him.
What if the teorite wasn't even the real target?
What if it was all a distraction?
What did Team Plasma really want?
Zekrom and Reshiram.
But those dragons couldn't be captured so easily.
Unless—
Johan suddenly looked north.
Opelucid City. The DNA Splicers.
Decoy tactics?
It all fit.
Maybe Nacrene was a smokescreen.
Their real target—
The DNA Splicers.
—
At the sa ti, in the shadows of night—
A massive battleship approached Opelucid.
Inside the control room, Colress pushed his glasses up.
The excitent in his eyes—barely contained.
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