As the Genesects bombarded their own leader.
Amidst the dust stirred by the enormous commotion, Natsuhiko and Reshiram landed, holding onto his hat.
"Nimi!"
Victini showed a bit of fear and timidity, facing the enraged Kyurem, it sensed boundless fury.
Through the dust.
Natsuhiko gazed into the distant sky, seeing a massive flying ship slowly departing amidst the thick clouds, only faint shadows visible.
The Plasma Team had retreated.
And without any hesitation.
Needless to say, they must have gotten what they wanted.
[Is it them?]
Following Natsuhiko's gaze through the clouds, Reshiram saw the departing [Plasma Destroyer].
Natsuhiko nodded.
Just then, Reshiram took a deep breath, hot flames erupted from its tail.
Two terrifying flames quickly crossed the vast distance, converging in arcs towards the Plasma Team's ship.
Interlaced Flames!
Boom!!!
The entire region's white clouds were driven away by the flames, the immense destructive power generated by the flames colliding, bursting out terrifying scorching heat.
The [Plasma Destroyer] emitted unbearable sounds.
Violently shaking in the air, black smoke billowed from its tail, yet it continued to fly shakily.
The flames melted the frozen propellers, even accelerating a bit.
Inside the ship, Ghetsis, gripping the handrail, stared incredulously at the screen showing the scene.
Reshiram had awakened!
Not only that
The White Dragon Reshiram he longed for was actually standing alongside a young man, seemingly with an unusual relationship.
"The new Hero of Truth, Mr. Natsuhiko."
Colress reacted the fastest, swiftly logging onto the network.
Easily spotting the photo of Natsuhiko riding Reshiram, hovering above the "Earth Sword" from the flood of comments.
From all angles.
"Hero... of Truth."
Ghetsis uttered these words through clenched teeth, staring viciously at Colress.
Colress appeared more composed, calmly stating:
"Recognized by the hero, Reshiram's will shall be more determined, and much harder to control."
Before Ghetsis could speak, Colress, adjusting his glasses, calmly added: "This is a challenge for me, and I've never feared a challenge."
Satisfied with the answer, Ghetsis finally exhaled.
"The good news is, Reshiram has awakened, and once the instruments are researched, finding it will become much simpler than before."
Indeed.
It's one of the few pieces of good news amidst a slew of setbacks.
"Colress, don't let me down," Ghetsis said solemnly.
"Of course." Colress placed his right hand on his chest, smiling faintly and bowing slightly.
His lowered eyes shone with an unusual gleam.
Mr. Natsuhiko, the promising force among Alliance researchers, rumored to be the one most likely to break the record for the youngest doctor.
And he, Colress, considering himself also a genius, yet suppressed due to his unrecognized ideology.
"Mr. Natsuhiko, it seems there's no chance to sit down and chat properly. Next time, I wonder if it'll be me successfully snatching Reshiram, or you holding steadfast to that truth," Colress thought.
A genius researcher belonging to the black and white sides, Colress considered this a declaration of war from Natsuhiko.
He accepted the challenge.
Next time, a proper duel.
Natsuhiko: Don't be so self-centered and presumptuous, hey!
Reshiram's "Interlaced Flames" couldn't destroy the Plasma Team's ship, one of their most important fortresses, equipped with numerous Energy Barriers, otherwise they wouldn't dare provoke Kyurem lightly.
Sigh——
Reshiram exhaled two pale breaths from its nose.
About to launch another attack, it was stopped by Natsuhiko.
"They won't escape, let's deal with this guy first," Natsuhiko said softly.
Bam bam——
Accompanied by heavy footsteps, the red-eyed Kyurem emerged from the lingering, bone-chilling mist, appearing in Natsuhiko and Reshiram's line of sight.
[Kyurem!]
Reshiram called out the name of this creature disliked by it and its brother Zekrom.
Though angry, Kyurem hadn't lost its reason.
Its gaze swept over Reshiram, finally landing on Natsuhiko.
This aura felt familiar.
Having the presence of Rayquaza, now with Reshiram, and even a sense of Kyurem.
[Who are you?!]
A stern voice echoed in Natsuhiko's mind, differing from Reshiram's gentle tone, full of seriousness and a palpable, suppressed anger.
Why do they all like using ancient speech?
It's very troublesome to translate, you know.
Boom!!
An extreme cold current erupted from Kyurem, spreading madly in all directions.
Reshiram stepped before Natsuhiko, conjuring a heatwave to resist it.
Natsuhiko gratefully patted Reshiram, appearing again in Kyurem's line of sight, adjusting his hat, and communicated through telepathy:
"Just a passing Trainer."
Trainer?
That easily broken thing?
[His truth is my direction.]
Reshiram timely addressed Kyurem, demonstrating Natsuhiko's significance to it.
[Laughable.]
Kyurem couldn't help but sneer aloud.
The fury in its eyes no longer restrained, its angry roar shattered the icy debris.