The battle was already decided.
Ash's Charizard had exhausted every last bit of strength, but sheer determination couldn't bridge the overwhelming gap.
The flame on its tail flickered weakly.
It had reached its limit.
The cloned Charizard drove its fist hard into Charizard's chest.
The impact sent Charizard crashing from the air to the ground.
Silence fell over the battlefield.
Mewtwo's voice cut through it coldly.
"Do you see? This is the power of cloned Pokémon."
No one could answer.
Three battles.
Three defeats.
Their confidence had been crushed.
Then—
"Would you like to try again? With my Venusaur?"
Sam's voice shattered the stillness.
Ash's eyes lit up.
"That's right! Sam, you've got a Venusaur too! Show him!"
Misty and Brock nodded eagerly. After being belittled again and again, they needed this.
Amid everyone's anticipation, Sam stepped forward.
Mewtwo's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Finally… someone who interests me. It has been a long time, hasn't it? Your name is Sam."
"Yes," Sam replied calmly. "And besides me… there's someone else who's been wanting to see you."
A faint, dangerous smile crossed Mewtwo's face.
"The result will be the same. Your Venusaur cannot surpass mine."
Sam didn't argue.
He simply threw the Poké Ball.
"Go. Venusaur!"
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A Different Presence
The moment Sam's Venusaur appeared, the difference was obvious.
Powerful limbs.
A vibrant, fully bloomed flower.
Calm, steady eyes.
This was not merely strength.
This was experience.
Brock couldn't help but murmur, "That's perfect training…"
Even Nurse Joy nodded. "Few Trainers raise a Venusaur to this level."
Across the field stood the clone.
Strong.
Genetically optimized.
But fixed.
Its ceiling had been determined the moment it was born.
Sam didn't say that aloud.
He only focused on one thing—
Winning.
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Vine Whip vs. Vine Whip
"Venusaur, Vine Whip!"
Mewtwo responded immediately. "Vine Whip."
The two Pokémon lashed out at the same time.
The vines collided—
And the struggle began.
Pure strength.
Pure endurance.
Neither Trainer gave additional commands.
Sam trusted his Venusaur completely.
Five minutes passed.
Then—
The clone began to slide backward.
Its footing weakened.
Gasps spread through the crowd.
Sam's Venusaur was winning.
Cheers erupted from the Trainers who had lost earlier.
At last—
With a powerful heave, Sam's Venusaur lifted the clone high and hurled it toward the wall.
Before it could crash—
Psychic energy caught it midair.
Mewtwo had intervened.
The clone floated gently back to its side.
Mewtwo's expression hardened.
"You have won this round," it said coldly. "But that proves nothing. With sufficient genetic material, I can create even stronger Pokémon. Cloning is the future."
The others wanted to argue.
Sam raised a hand, stopping them.
He stepped forward.
"Is that really what you want, Mewtwo?"
Mewtwo's eyes flashed.
"To rule the world?"
Sam held its gaze.
"Or are you just trying to prove that a clone can surpass the original?"
Silence.
Then—
"You are a clone yourself."
The words landed like a blade.
Ash stared. "What? Mewtwo is a clone?"
The air exploded.
Dark clouds formed overhead.
Lightning cracked across the battlefield.
Mewtwo rose into the air, psychic energy surging violently around it.
"Do you understand what you are saying… human?"
Sam did not flinch.
He took out the amethyst.
Its surface glowed faintly.
"Am I wrong?" Sam said quietly. "You want to prove you're stronger than Mew."
Lightning struck nearby.
"But that comparison is meaningless."
Sam's voice remained steady.
"The moment you were born, you became your own existence."
"You aren't Mew."
"You aren't its shadow."
"You aren't a replacement."
"You're Mewtwo."
The storm hesitated.
Sam tightened his grip on the crystal.
"You don't need to defeat Mew to prove your worth."
"You were never 'second' to begin with."
The battlefield fell into tense silence.
And for the first time—
Mewtwo did not immediately respond.
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