"Not good! Someone has stormed Mount Coronet's League Headquarters!"
"A trainer showed up at the gates with a fifty-meter Claydol and immobilized the entire patrol squad!"
"That thing is terrifying! Is he here to start a war?!"
"Notify the Elite Four and Champion Cynthia immediately! Who's currently at headquarters? Get them out here!"
The alarm sirens wailed across Mount Coronet.
The entire Sinnoh Pokémon League Headquarters erupted into chaos.
Just days earlier, the Lily of the Valley Conference finals had concluded, and Cynthia had personally attended to present the trophy.
And now—
With the Champion absent—
An intruder had chosen the perfect timing.
Currently, only one Elite Four member remained at headquarters:
Flint.
"Quick! Call Elite Four Flint!"
Moments later, dozens—no, hundreds—of League trainers poured out of the headquarters, surrounding Aiden and the towering Claydol.
"Who are you?! What are you doing here?!"
"Don't get arrogant! This is the Sinnoh League! We have no shortage of strong trainers!"
"Champion Cynthia and the Elite Four have been notified! Don't even think about acting recklessly!"
The noise grated on Aiden's nerves.
In Hoenn, he had long been treated with respect.
Here in Sinnoh, unknown and unrecognized, petty obstruction had spiraled into this farce.
Perhaps…
He truly did need to become Champion soon.
Recognition solved many inconveniences.
"Claydol. Psychic."
Blue light flared.
Hundreds of trainers were instantly suspended midair, bound by invisible force.
Before panic could escalate further—
A furious voice thundered from the entrance.
"Pathetic!"
A man with blazing red hair stepped forward, eyes burning.
"You let one brat flip headquarters upside down? Disgraceful."
Elite Four Flint.
He hurled a Poké Ball.
A powerful Flareon emerged in a burst of fire.
Ding! Flareon's current stats:
Pokémon: Flareon
Level: 71
Ability: Flash Fire
Type: Fire
Aptitude: Gold
Moves: Swift, Baton Pass, Baby-Doll Eyes, Fire Fang, Fire Spin, Smog, Flare Blitz…
Level 71.
Champion-tier strength.
As expected of Sinnoh's second-ranked Elite Four member.
But against Aiden—
Still insufficient.
"Claydol. Psychic."
The colossal Claydol unleashed overwhelming psychic force.
"Flareon! Crunch!"
Flareon dashed forward, jaws coated in dark energy, biting into Claydol's body.
The super-effective hit caused a tremor—
And broke the psychic hold on the surrounding trainers.
"Bastard!"
"With Elite Four Flint here, you're finished!"
"You dare attack Sinnoh League alone?!"
Their confidence returned instantly.
Aiden merely narrowed his eyes.
Purple light flooded his pupils.
The next moment—
A psychic wave far greater than Claydol's exploded outward.
It swept across the entire League grounds.
Elite Four Flint.
Veteran trainers.
Prospective Gym Leaders.
All felt an overwhelming pressure descend—
Like standing before a legendary Pokémon.
Flint staggered back.
He released another Poké Ball.
His ace.
Infernape — Level 75.
Only by standing behind his ace did Flint regain enough composure to breathe.
"S-So that's it… you're a psychic…"
Everyone else?
Collapsed unconscious.
Like conqueror's haki crushing lesser combatants.
Flint remained standing—
Only because Aiden allowed it.
Otherwise, no ordinary human could withstand power comparable to a legendary.
"Infernape! Fire Punch!"
"Flareon! Fire Spin!"
The two Fire-types charged under suffocating pressure.
Even Champion-tier Pokémon struggled to move beneath Aiden's psychic dominance.
Infernape, Flint's ace, battle-hardened against countless foes—
Could barely advance.
Claydol responded.
Hyper Beam.
The blast detonated.
Both Pokémon were hurled backward violently.
Flint's expression darkened.
He was Elite Four.
Yet he was being overwhelmed this decisively?
Even Lucian, Sinnoh's psychic specialist, had never pressured him like this.
Was only Cynthia capable of standing against this man?
But then—
Something changed.
The psychic pressure vanished.
Infernape and Flareon rose shakily—
The oppressive weight gone.
They looked at Flint in confusion.
Flint's gaze snapped toward Aiden.
Another Poké Ball in his hand.
Why withdraw the pressure?
Mockery?
A test?
Then—
A familiar voice rang across the battlefield.
"Bronzong — Hyper Beam!"
A golden beam tore through the air toward Claydol.
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