Damian honestly feels like he's giving Cyrus way more respect than he deserves.
Cyrus is just the boss of a single regional evil organization.
And what kind of opponents has Damian lined up for him?
Dawn, protagonist of the Diamond & Pearl line.
Hilda and Rosa, protagonists of Black/White and Black2/White2.
Kieran, rival of Juliana, the protagonist of Scarlet & Violet.
And Drayton, Champion of the Blueberry Academy League.
This lineup is flat‑out stacked.
Forget Cyrus—even N's never enjoyed treatment like this.
Cyrus should be proud.
Yeah, lose with honor.
But obviously, Cyrus doesn't see it that way.
"Damn it! What the hell is with these kids?!"
Cyrus's face has gone completely dark.
He watches as Hydreigon's Dragon Pulse and Incineroar's Fire Blast keep forcing his Weavile to give ground—until Emboar lands a blazing Fire Punch that takes Weavile out.
This is not how it's supposed to go.
Cyrus's cheek twitches over and over.
He can't control his emotions anymore.
Being cornered by a bunch of sixteen‑, seventeen‑year‑old brats—ganged up on until he's got nowhere to run—is something a proud, arrogant man like Cyrus simply can't accept.
How is he supposed to accept it?
And these kids aren't normal.
Their Pokémon may not be as strong as his, but they're not far off, and they're absolutely leagues ahead of Mars's crew.
And how old are they again?
Plus their teamwork is insanely tight.
The longer the fight goes, the worse it gets for Cyrus.
By now, he's only got a battered Crobat and Honchkrow left.
"Heh‑heh~ so what if you're Team Galactic's boss? You're still going down to us."
Rosa lifts her pale chin with plenty of pride and can't help humming to herself.
Hell yeah.
They really did beat Cyrus together.
He's the big bad boss of Team Galactic.
A Champion‑tier Trainer.
But hearing Rosa's looming victory declaration only makes Cyrus's face even darker.
"What are you so pleased about?"
Cyrus shoots Rosa a cold glance.
"Hah? You lost and you're still putting on airs? Your mouth's tougher than mine."
Rosa taps her own lips and gives Cyrus a mock‑surprised look.
Her sing‑song tone says it all.
She's doing it on purpose to needle him.
Drayton and the others look a bit awkward, but none of them jump in.
Yeah.
Even though they haven't known each other that long, it's obvious enough that, of the five of them, Rosa's got the sharpest tongue.
And she's supposedly "socially anxious" on top of that.
"I underestimated you. But if I decide to leave, none of you can stop me."
Cyrus once again grinds his emotions back under control; his voice returns to its icy calm.
He has to admit it now—he really did lose to these brats.
But—
So what?
He's not completely finished.
As long as his dream comes true, this isn't over.
"Wait, how are you talking about running away like it's some righteous moral act?"
Rosa stares at him, pretending to be amazed.
Cyrus's face goes even blacker.
"And what, you're just going to abandon all your subordinates here? Some leader you are. All you ever think about is yourself. That's pretty damn selfish."
"You're supposedly Champion‑tier, but you got beaten by a bunch of sixteen‑year‑olds. As a Trainer, you've got no strength. As Team Galactic's boss, you've got no spine. The moment you lose, your only thought is to turn tail and run."
"Huh? Put that together and… you're just a total failure, aren't you?"
Rosa tilts her head, looking utterly adorable.
Her words, though, are knives to the heart.
Dawn, Drayton, and Kieran all turn to stare at Rosa, rattled.
Damn.
Her mouth is lethal.
Hilda just curls her lip.
She's used to this.
Cyrus's expression has hit rock bottom.
His eyes are ice‑cold as he locks onto Rosa.
Rosa, of course, doesn't care.
Please.
Her skin's thick.
"Maybe you should go home and raise Tauros or something. You are not cut out for running an evil organization. You…"
"Shut up!"
Cyrus finally snaps.
"Why are you yelling at me?"
Rosa plants her fists on her hips and yells back, even louder.
"I'm talking to you calmly and you're shouting in my face? Ever heard of basic manners?"
"You—"
Cyrus's fists clench so hard they creak.
Even he just wants to beat this girl bloody right now.
Reason tells him he can't.
If he charges at her in a rage, he'll only give them an opening.
Right.
Stay cold.
This is exactly what she wants—to provoke him with words so he does something stupid.
And she's not wrong.
Rosa's quick on the uptake; she's baiting Cyrus on purpose.
Because his remaining Pokémon are Crobat and Honchkrow.
Both can fly.
Crobat in particular is insanely fast.
If Cyrus decides to bolt, they'll have a hard time stopping him.
But Rosa's trash‑talk offensive doesn't quite land the way she hoped.
Cyrus may be insane, convinced he's above everyone else down to the bone, but his emotional control really is rock‑solid.
If it were Ghetsis in his place, being humiliated like this, Ghetsis would've already gone full clown, face‑twisting and charging Rosa for a slugfest.
But—
Right then, the ground behind Cyrus suddenly bulges.
A burly mole‑dragon erupts from below, driving straight for Cyrus's back.
Hilda's Excadrill.
Rosa's job is to hog all the aggro.
Hilda quietly had Excadrill Dig and go straight for Cyrus.
After that run‑in at Team Galactic's Eterna Building, Rosa and the others learned something.
You don't need to reason with evil‑org people.
If they're willing to go down with some dignity, great—fight them head‑on.
If they won't, then help them out and take them down yourselves.
But—
Honchkrow streaks in out of nowhere.
A brutal Sucker Punch slams into Excadrill and sends it flying.
"He was ready for it."
Hilda frowns.
"Heh. I figured as much."
Cyrus lets out a derisive laugh.
Especially that bun‑haired girl—she practically screams "schemer."
Cyrus has always thought League‑side Trainers were a bit dim, not ones for real plotting.
But you still have to keep your guard up.
Especially right now.
"Let's leave it at that for today. Once I've created the new world, you'll all regret what you did here."
Cyrus's voice is freezing as he looks at Rosa.
Her in particular.
There's no place for someone like that in his new world.
Crobat swoops down.
Cyrus grabs onto its leg; Crobat hauls him into the sky.
"Don't let him get away!"
Rosa and the others obviously have no intention of letting Cyrus slip out.
This is their first group boss fight.
If the boss escapes, where's their dignity?
"Drayton, Kieran, have your Dragonite use Extreme Speed to chase them!"
"Don't worry. He's not getting far!"
"My Togekiss can use Extreme Speed too!"
Dawn, Drayton, and Kieran all send out their Pokémon.
Run?
Not a chance.
Crobat might be insanely fast, but with Togekiss and Dragonite spamming Extreme Speed, catching up isn't impossible.
Or, if they wanted to be ruthless—they could just aim the Extreme Speeds at Cyrus himself.
No way he tanks those and stays on Crobat.
But—
Midair, Crobat suddenly feels a crushing weight slam down on it from above.
It's overwhelming.
It can't resist.
Its body's yanked toward the ground and smashes into it.
Psychic‑type Gravity.
Cyrus hits hard too, clutching his skinned knee as pain twists his face.
"Huh?"
Rosa and the others freeze.
"What just happened?"
Cyrus grits his teeth and looks at Crobat.
Its body's pinned to the ground like it's nailed there; it can't move an inch.
What the hell is this?
"Gravity. Mewtwo's Gravity."
Damian strolls over, his amused voice drifting into Cyrus's ears.
Shadow Mewtwo follows at Damian's back, ghost‑purple flames flickering in its eyes.
"Gravity can't just hit a single Crobat."
Cyrus's tone is low and ugly.
"Nothing impossible about it. You're just narrow‑minded. Mewtwo's precision control over Psychic is something you can't even imagine."
Damian tosses a casual barb.
Psychic‑type Gravity is a field status effect.
It creates a high‑gravity zone; moves like Bounce, Jump Kick, Fly, and the like can't be used.
Every Pokémon becomes a "grounded Pokémon."
Normally Gravity's wide‑area; precision application is extremely hard.
But for Shadow Mewtwo—whose Psychic control is off the charts—this isn't anything special.
"You've already lost, Cyrus."
Damian adds it lightly.
"Impossible."
Cyrus's expression shifts again.
He refuses to accept it.
His dream hasn't come true yet.
He's going to turn this broken world into an ultimate world without "souls," and he'll be that world's god.
"I haven't lost. My new world will exist."
He's already got the Lake Guardians.
Once the Red Chain that siphons their power is completed, he can go to Mount Coronet's Spear Pillar, summon Dialga and Palkia, and use the Red Chain to control them.
Then he can have Dialga and Palkia create his new world.
Everything was supposed to be perfect.
So how did it turn into this?
"Tsk. Still daydreaming?"
Damian clicks his tongue.
"You're pathetic. And ugly. Cyrus."
"It's all because of you!"
Cyrus finally breaks.
If that damn Sird hadn't betrayed him, how would he have been lured up here to Michina's great mountain in the first place?
"Damian! And Sird! You both deserve to die!!"
"Useless idiot. This is on you being stupid."
Damian snorts.
"Think for half a second. Sird's in Kanto. Even if I really did get this intel, how would she know?"
At the end of the day, it's Cyrus's own arrogance and self‑delusion.
He was dead‑sure Sird wouldn't betray him—and couldn't resist the lure of the Jewel of Life.
"And on top of that, you couldn't even beat a handful of fresh‑out‑of‑the‑gate rookies like Rosa and the others."
Damian looks at Cyrus, almost pitying.
"You're not cut out to be an evil‑org boss. Be good and go sit in a cell for the rest of your life."
"That suits you a lot better."
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