Aspiring to become a Pokémon trainer

"The legendary white dragon, Reshiram."

A look of shock lingered in his eyes; Master Fu finally understood the source of his disciple's composure and willingness to come.

"How is that possible? Those are clearly the Three Dragons of the Unova region. Team Plasma should have been monitoring them."

Although their past conversations had been unpleasant, and he believed the other to be a root of filth that must be eradicated, Vladali did indeed meet and clash with the fool Quixote.

The red-haired man's doubts were also the feelings and perplexities of everyone nearby.

Logically speaking, no new legend should emerge in a region that is becoming stable, thus disrupting the order that has been maintained since ancient times.

only--

If someone actively calls for its descent, then the answer is no longer singular.

[Your thoughts are all based on truth and reason, and your actions are all within the bounds of logic. You are not a hero, yet you spontaneously act to protect the Way.]

Therefore, I am willing to uphold this absolute truth and give away my meager strength free of charge.

It is a heartfelt sentiment, and also a message of mutual agreement.

The decaying gray wind was not without effect; the scattered white feathers were proof of the former's injuries. However, compared to the birds beneath it, the white dragon was undoubtedly in much better condition.

Regardless of their different ranks, as the pinnacle of their respective realms, Reshiram and Yveltal both possess the power to easily alter celestial phenomena and orchestrate calamities. However, with their minds devoid of their true selves, they cannot freely wield that authority.

Without the waveguide to shield her from the cold wind, the signs of aging appeared on Nan Yin's face, but were cleverly concealed by her pure white hair.

Unable to resist the erosion of time, she personally experienced the gradual cooling of her body temperature and the numbness of her limbs.

Only in this way can she respond to that surging, burning heart, that fierce fighting spirit. She once vowed to intervene in worldly affairs, to stir up waves like a butterfly, and now she is immersed in it, putting herself into it, to put it into practice, to act!

Looking up at the white dragon's elegant figure and its unrestrained demeanor, Nan Yin dispersed her mental support and slowly descended from the azure sky, lightly touching the ground with her toes.

Even so, I will still accept the debt of gratitude I owe.

Her pale lips parted like the fluttering of delicate butterfly wings. Even amidst the current battle, the girl showed no fear. She thanked the legend with an equal gaze and then gave her further instructions.

"Primal power."

The tone is flat and straightforward, dry and concise, without much fluctuation, yet it carries a strong will.

In the chaos of the battlefield, amidst the shattered mountains and valleys, she alone was a special one; though her figure was small and insignificant, she seemed to hold the scales of victory and defeat in her hands—

giant.

The call of the heart is transmitted in this way, and the breath of the blood surges accordingly, awakening the body's instincts. Reshiram stomps down on the claws and bends down to swing the vortex-shaped tail blade, using potential energy and high temperature to bombard it together.

A deafening thud pierced the sky; unable to withstand the crushing force, Yveltal's physique destined him to be inconvenient when exerting force in a forward direction.

He was struck by the tail and left dizzy and unconscious. Before the mottled bloodstains could seep out, they were completely evaporated by the azure flames.

The situation seems to be tilting in one direction.

However, despite being the one who suffered a crushing defeat, Vladali did not react excessively, nor did he show any disgrace.

He simply looked at the elegant white dragon and the graceful young woman, and expressed his heartfelt feelings.

"...It's really beautiful."

"Everything you have shown shakes my ideal of creating a world. It makes one wonder if that grand ambition is on the right track. Your will, your decisiveness, your determination... Perhaps, at that time, if I had met a trainer like you, I would have been amazed that there is still clarity in the world, and that the world does not need saving."

With his five fingers outstretched, the burly man seemed to want to touch the pure white sun, its flawless purity.

"Actually, I have never proudly believed that what I did was necessarily a righteous act. The denial of Blatano, the resistance of the League, and your indomitable spirit. If I could be certain that I did nothing wrong, then neither you nor the Pokémon of the Poké Ball Factory would suffer any so-called pain."

“I feel very sad about my powerlessness. I cannot persuade people to do good. I can only practice it in my own way.” A few tears flowed from his eyes, which were covered by his glasses. Having truly witnessed the girl’s struggle to realize her ideals and the magnificence that was revealed to the world, Vladali finally affirmed his own self-reflection.

“My ideals are contrary to the current society and detached from the reality. They are built on countless sacrifices, and I have long been unable to stop in order to achieve them.”

This concludes the discussion, bringing the battle to a close and reminding us that the war is far from over.

“I don’t know where you stand, or what you’re thinking. All I know is that you’ve voiced your rejection, and that your vision of the world clashes with my ideal. Since there’s a conflict, let the facts prove which of our expectations truly represents the future that humanity will tread.”

"Sneak Attack by a Hidden Spirit".

As it disappeared into the shadow beneath it, the Dragon God's hammer, arriving with immense force, immediately shattered the soil and landed in empty space.

However, without the slightest panic, even though she heard all the ideas the other party had said, Nan Yin remained silent and did not respond to the previous statement.

When their respective pursuits inevitably lead to conflict, struggle becomes an unavoidable contradiction. Since reconciliation is impossible, she naturally won't try to resolve it with words. Instead, she will do everything in her power to step forward with the same steps she always has, to protect that warm little home.

Sharing similarities with that red-haired man, Nan Yin also firmly believed that she was on a definite path.

In that instant, the girl's eyes shimmered with a faint violet light, 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 have become nearly identical.

In this process, the accumulation of shared values ​​has also given rise to an unprecedented and powerful strategy.

"Intertwined flames!"

The keen senses discern the subtle differences in movement. When the gray-black bird sheds the protection of the shadows, it cuts down the Y-shaped sword feathers from the high heavens where ideals reside. The blazing flames are also the foundation of the earth where life is born, pouring out to the extreme from its pure white jaws.

At the point where the sharp edges and the flames collided, a vast shockwave rippled outwards, completely driving the clouds away from this ancient, dense forest.

No longer are they pale blue flames; instead, violet-purple flames mingle and converge into intertwined waves of fire, where the great sun of the world bursts forth with the radiance of new life.

"howl!"

The excessive light, even after being wiped away, stung everyone's eyelids; only that mournful cry proclaimed the outcome of the battle.

With his body charred and his feathers completely blackened, Yveltal was on the verge of death. However, when his life was truly in danger, the controlled bird seemed to break free from its restraints and return to its natural freedom.

It knows that it will soon enter the cycle of reincarnation again, transforming into a black cocoon at the bottom of a deep lake, waiting to awaken soon, waiting for the folly or ignorance of the world.

His dark pupils turned into a clear, bright blue, and the god of death uttered that familiar name, as calmly and undisturbed as ever.

[Zergius.]

It landed heavily on the ground, its wings drooping, yet even though it was covered in wounds, Yveltal showed no resentment whatsoever.

It merely nodded slightly to the white-haired girl, then cast its gaze upon the towering spirit deer—a willing acknowledgment and a parting gift.

[Fallen leaves return to their roots, branches laden with fruit; I only hope that when I open my eyes again, we will meet again, not in an opposing force field.]

As the long-held sentiments faded, the wounded bird also hid in the shadows beneath it, returning to the rivers and lakes where it once slept.

[Yveltal, I feel the same way.]

Raising its slender neck, a crystalline radiance bursts forth from its curved corners, scattering as raindrops to nourish the ravaged earth. Petrified creatures are restored one by one, and the somber grayness is covered by the azure hue.

The breath of all things is silent yet tangible; they adorn the world in their own ways, transforming into every blade of grass, every tree, every flower, and every fruit.

The scent of death gradually faded from sight and hearing, and everything seemed to return to nature, to the peaceful times of the past.

"...It's over. The world has been polluted by short-sighted humanity, and the remaining hope is still being fought over in a vile manner..."

Exhausted, Vladali collapsed to his knees amidst the dense bushes, falling into a long silence. This was not only due to physical and mental exhaustion, but more importantly, because of the significance of defeat.

—The death that extinguished life, the ideal that was always pursued, could not overcome the reality that the person had finally settled down. He lost, undoubtedly lost to that girl and Reshiram, lost to the other side's ideals.

"In this way, Carlos will no longer need to face the purge by the ultimate weapon, and the world you seek will be safe."

He wanted to sigh with regret, and felt a little unwilling, but the warm sunlight shone through the newly sprouted green leaves onto his broad shoulders, making his body feel unexpectedly light, as if a ladle of sweet spring water had been poured into parched soil.

Yes, with such a firm will and such considerate care, if people like her still exist, the world will never fall into complete darkness, and there will still be a glimmer of light.

Perhaps, what I cannot do, others can.

The man glanced sideways at the girl who was bending down to hug the pink and white little beast, smiled with relief, and stopped supporting her, letting his body pull him down and fall onto the soft grass.

"Congratulations, Nan Yin."

"No need, I'm just trying to protect them, to protect myself."

Without accepting the other party's blessing, Nan Yin extended her fingertips and lightly touched the elegant white dragon. As the touch faded, the enormous figure turned into wisps of light, rebuilding an exquisite necklace on her chest.

As mentioned in the introduction, the girl never considered herself a person of great merit. She was just an ordinary person with no grand ideals or noble morals. All she wanted was to spend the rest of her life with it and with it.

Stroking Eevee's soft fur and cleaning the grass that had gotten into their hands, she offered concern to her friends, peace of mind to her teachers, and wisdom to those who came before her.

“Vladali, I think you’ve got the most fundamental point wrong.”

Staring directly at the kneeling man, the girl took a step forward.

"This world is never black and white. Some people are kind-hearted, dedicate themselves to society, work quietly and diligently, seeking peace of mind. Such good people mostly hide among the crowd. Why is it so jarring to hear the voices of those who wantonly vent their emotions, indulge in desires, and are lazy without realizing it?"

Without leaving the former any room for thought, nor wasting time waiting for a reply, Nan Yin expressed her own thoughts.

"Because they are rare and uncommon, they are clumsy and hurtful, while good words are repetitive and bland, like a gentle breeze that brushes away from the face."

Just as the words describe, in the past years, Nanyin has buried herself in her achievements and worked tirelessly.

She would complain about the day's rush, be annoyed by others' questioning and nitpicking, and immerse herself in her own virtual space to let go of her pent-up emotions.

Similarly, she would silently condemn those immoral acts, and praise and admire the unattainable good deeds.

She had never experienced the coldness of human relationships or harsh words, but this was always the case in a normal person's life, and she had anticipated it and made up her mind.

She believes that she will make the right choice when faced with matters of principle.

This is the self-defined ordinary person, and this is the foundation of the virtuous.

"Human beings grow by struggling against their own evils, and I never believe that greed is the majority of humanity. Chance encounters cannot represent the majority. The necessity lies in the fact that it is precisely because of their greed and lack of ambition that they are ostracized by society, lose their ability to survive in the process of selection, and need Vladali, and need the charity and mercy of the capable."

The sole of Zhongbang's boots landed in the former's eyes, followed by a gaze that lingered on his face and a close look in his eyes.

She wasn't pitying the former or trying to explain; she was also using this opportunity to affirm her journey and the steps she had taken.

"Such people cannot be destroyed by a catastrophe or a cleansing by the ultimate weapon. Outstanding humans will grow and be tempered in the struggle against them, and then become stronger."

"The vile qualities you despise can never be completely eliminated. If humans allow them to gain the upper hand, then no matter how the game is reshuffled, it will not prevent this race from losing its competitiveness for survival and turning into beasts that indulge their desires."

Using her mental power, she lifted the burly man and stared directly into his majestic eyes.

"If people still pursue positive and progressive moral qualities, then Team Flare's goal, the purge you desire, will only forcefully reverse the development of society and hinder each other's progress."

The difference between tall and short still exists, but the distance between the girl and the lion has been reduced to nothing, a clear difference in their circumstances.

"Whether he is a descendant of royalty, the leader of Team Flare, or just Vladari, he can only represent himself, he is just an individual. He cannot stand in a high position as a symbol of the group and decide the coming and going of lives."

It's not just about talking to oneself; Nanyin also aims to use this to tell the fundamental truth of the world and completely dissolve the potential hidden danger of the Flame Team in both body and mind.

"I think, Vladali, you who chased the new world, misjudged the most important point—"

"Whose hands does humanity's future truly lie in?"

To put an end to all the explanations and to put a checkmark on the life lived, she turned and left, offering them a smile and a gentle touch, letting the autumn wind ruffle her hair, spreading a warm ray of sunshine into each other's hearts.

Chapter Ninety-Six: The Appearance and Authenticity of Zygarde

"..."

Stunned for a moment, without losing his mind or becoming enraged, Vladali simply watched the girl bending down to hug the small beast and murmured softly.

“I really was completely wrong. The future does not lie with the wicked, and not all people are foolish, but I only took a fancy to the noisy and conspicuous dead tree and ignored the truly magnificent forest.”

He clenched his fists, then loosened them, and a relieved smile appeared on his lips.

"Fortunately, no mistake has been made yet; fortunately, there are still reasonable people like you in this old world."

From a light laugh to a loud laugh, from utter silence to a resounding proclamation.

"I will shut down the ultimate weapon and allow exiles and arrests to take their place. Carlos's future belongs to those who are just beginning to rise—"

"you."

With his hands raised to his chest, Vladali did not resist, allowing Follie to carefully fasten the handcuffs, abandoning his former freedom.

Undoubtedly, he is the leader of Team Flare, but fundamentally, he is not an absolute villain. In his youth, this former nobleman also stooped down to lend a helping hand to those in need.

Unfortunately, people are different, and not everyone will cherish what they receive as a great favor.

The unreasonable demands and the baseless condemnations gradually shattered a young man's beautiful vision of the world and dragged his ideals to the bottom of the abyss.

The grand plan to cleanse the earth was thus forged. Of course, this was never a reason to escape punishment. No matter how lofty one's aspirations, if the actual implementation violates morality and harms the innocent, it can no longer be called a utopian dream, and the fate of being imprisoned is inevitable.

"Nanyin, you really did it."

Turning his kind eyes to the side, Grandpa Fu praised softly.

He knew his disciple's temperament well, and was gratified and satisfied by his growth on the journey and the maturity he displayed today.