Reliving WW3

After taking care of the crowning ceremony I sat under a dying tree while my shadow looked around. Eventually it got bored and returned to normal, shadow pokemon got consumed by the dark, and I just got my darkness to semi-live. Which is handy at times since it can confuse people by springing up and impaling its claws into them. While I sat under the tree those three kids found me eventually while I replaced broken parts of my weapons.

Looking at them I reassembled my Hk417 and with a click of the mag reloaded it. Setting it down on the ground my shadow moved, a large glowing red eye with a cyan blue green iris looked at them as well with curiosity. It tries to cackle a question but I silence it with a death energy ward. Waiting for them to speak to me, me and my shadow watch them calmly just waiting. The one to finally speak was Zamazenta as she looked at my shadow with a disturbed look.

"Uncle Cartson, what exactly is up with your shadow? That's not normal is it?"

"You saw those corrupted legends and pokemon right? Well those are shadow tainted. They came about by a legend that is sealed with the unstable boundaries corrupting them with the essence of shadow energy. During a war a thousand years ago while things were the ancient era, the legends and mortal forces moved to purge these shadows.

In order to contain them in one area I used a larger version of the Soul Boundary on a two region wide scale. I kept the shadow tide of pokemon and legends contained within it. The move is literally of my soul energy, so with so many shadows throwing themselves at it and being devoured. That thing had tried convincing me to join the shadow tide and enjoy myself. However, I used to be a soldier, and a soldier like me can't let themselves be swallowed by dark thoughts. So I didn't exactly listen as I'm used to dark voices and thoughts in my head mentioning murder. So it fell on deaf ears mostly and I just kept the boundary up while occasionally killing in boredom.

My shadow corruption as it didn't have an outlet sorta just merged with me, and altered my mental disorders and shadow. So that's why you see Ink there, its that things successful but also failed shadow corruption of me. Which seems Ink isn't connected to the thing so, it thinks I'm still uncorrupted. Ink say hi."

With the ball suddenly passed to it my shadow's eye widened before screeching at me. Pointing at a weak electrical current shoots from my finger shocking it somehow. This earns me a glare before my shadow returns to normal again, feeling like it's pouting. Shrugging I chuckle at the three's dumbfounded looks, Yumi speaking up as she looks at me like I just spoke of quantum theory to a child.

"Uncle from what dad gave me, shadow turned are dangerous but here you are breaking that logic. Are you really the legend of death and not the legend of trickery?"

"Yeah I'm death, just I'm not sane and not being sane causes fun times. Like this one time I just sex posed my way through a base killing things with my knives. Those criminals were confused as all get out, because there I was striking sex poses basically and killing them. Summer got a laugh out of it though as she was still a Zoroark at the time, she had a heart attack from laughing though."

"... Teach me such trickery uncle."

"No."

Yumi looked wrong at my refusal to her request, that she mockingly acted as if she had just been struck by an arrow. Such a dramatic niece that one is, good thing Mew isn't around or it may be worse. Speaking of Mew, didn't she find Mewtwo during my team Rocket purge? He must be suffering under her pestering to play, as Mew while she can be mature is childish pureness to the extreme, expect when she gets down for murder then pink cute psychic cat become bloody. Ink in my annoyance though at some thoughts hisses at me drawing Zacian to look at my shadow.

"So since that's basically a separate thing… What would you call it as well a pokemon? Plus isn't it technically a legend as well?"

"Abysmal" *Hiiiiiiss*

Me and my shadow eye each other at a clear disagreement of names. But some prodding and the two of us settle on something considering what caused this outcome.

"Fine, Soul Abyss it is. Since Ink is basically made from the souls of shadows my own soul has consumed."

"Waaaait if uncle Ink has been around for a thousand years why isn't he recorded?"

"Because Yumi, I use him to mainly form a rarely used attack, as well a planetary death ray isn't used a lot. Plus as I release my true power, we merge back into one creature. With two minds though."

Ink chuckles at those memories, he liked orbitally bombing the other shadows. I mean can't blame my psychosis, ptsd, murderous intent influenced shadow counter part for it. Beam from space goes boom, things die on mass scale; it's a beautiful sight. Which is funny that Ink counts as both attacks, defenses, and a separate creature attached to me for all eternity. But I think it's time to part with the kids for now so I wave goodbye and vanish in a torrent of death flames.

『Lunar Moon Silence Base』

Reappearing in the ESLAD (Extraterrestrial Space Life and Astronomy Defense) division on the moon. I gather their reports while talking with them a bit as space is cool, and they have a habit of teasing the regional space stations. I mean how much free time between monitoring the dangerous space traveling pokemon, asteroids, tge Rayquaza pack, black holes, supernova's, dark matter, anti matter, wormholes, and everything else do they have to write "FUCK YOU" on the moon surface every year?

Looking out one of the windows I sigh seeing this year's message, "Hello Dumbass, I'm Moony." Seriously? Shaking my head I leave in another torrent of death flames. At least the Tenno project is going well.

『Pewter City』

Appearing in Pewter city I stretch my limbs and look around as I didn't bother hiding. I just teleported right over a dead body of a six year old hit by a PokeMart truck. Cracking my knuckles I focused on the kid, mending their body through psychic then flicking my left hand. I materialized the "Life Magnum" for simple name calling. Aiming at the kid I fired into their chest reviving them before the gun of life lit my hand on fire. Looking at the white fire on my hand I chuckle as that's just rude of life. Just skip the pain and start burning me now? Heh, I see how it is life.

Walking by the kid as they get up I head towards a seemingly aged trainer. The trainer is a rock specialist and as I stop before them their wrinkly eyebrows raise. The old trainer then turns around and begins to walk so I follow along. We walk along the sidewalk silently with no words exchanged between us just the sound of the trainers footsteps. Our destination leads us through the Pewter Gym and into the living area of the gym leader's family. Upon entering a still spritely middle aged man looks up at us with a look of surprise.

"Yo child how's your hips holding out? Still amassing a child army?"

"That's not funny! My wife and I only have ten kids with three on the way!"

"Ah I see, so the child army is coming along."

"Don't tease my son too much , Lord Cartson. He's giving me a fun time with so many grandchildren, though he could stop teaching them how rock types dance. Along with how to play Bludgeon Tag."

Chuckling at the comments of my old friend I shake my head no. Teasing this hard-working man of creating children is just too fun to do for the past thirty years. While we talked with each other a gym challenge was initiated and the like fourth oldest? Named Brock handled it pretty well. Just the challenger was Ash and a Pikachu, time for world fuckery. Which happened as soon as we three older people exited the living quarters to see the battle end. Pikachu launched a solid fuckin iron and rock ball into the side of my head parrying an attack as the battle ended.

With the painful mass bashing my fuckin skull in my mind dazes with a psychic field generating. Thing about psychic fields they're dangerous and could potentially forever fuck a mind up. Now imagine what happens when one is caused by someone in charge of death, potential psychic reality of a memory or event. With Ash here, oh that worst case scenario triggered and my memories of WWIII triggered. Causing everyone with a weak enough mind, humans have weaker minds than legends, in a certain radius of me are dragged into the experience.

『Year XX44, June 13th, The Battle for Japan』

Brock, Misty, Ash, Flint, Denma, Pikachu, and Onix who were in the same room as Cartson. Were all dragged into one of the bloodiest memories inside his mind before he had died. The humans were relatively still normal, just dressed as the local JSDF with a mishmash of weapons scavenged. Pikachu had become a normal military attack dog covered in blood with a scorched harness. Onix had become a class five mobile assault fortress titan standing at twelve feet tall, with dents and scorch marks from a nearby fallen mech. Around the group were bodies of Japanese, Russian, Chinese, and American soldiers in various bodily states.

They looked around confused while Flint and Denma, his mother, were a bit quicker on realizing things. Flint and his mother had both served as ACE captain level trainers, and realized they had suddenly been thrown into a war. How they had no clear idea except for thinking of the blow to their friends head. As they collected themselves a bullet suddenly shot a piece of rubble just missing Misty's head. The sound of struggle being heard from somewhere before the body of a Russian soldier is thrown from a window. The sound of impact with it meeting the concrete below causes the teens to shiver.

A figure dressed in black military gear with a silenced hunting rifle slung over their left shoulder, holding a bloody short sword appeared in the window next. The cold glint of their glasses reflecting light when they looked at the group triggered alarm bells in their heads. However, the figure did nothing but step from the window and plummet to the ground below. Their legs release a blood red glow beneath their pants as they stand up.

"Welcome to hell on earth, blame someone else for causing this. Hope you'll all make it out okay because we can't leave till this battle ends. So strap up, load up, and get ready to fight for survival because if you get killed in my mind, you'll die for real. Also as of now I general Dakota Cartson, callsign Void Stalker, of the Criminal Regiment. Herby take you under my command effective immediately."

"Criminal Regiment? Void Stalker?"

Hearing Flint, Cartson chuckles a bit crazily which throws the gym leader off.

"I was a criminal thrown into the expendable regiment of war prisoners for attacking my own country's army. As for my unit, its called Void with twenty of the worst criminals captured from different battlefields forced into being expendable but useful slaves of sorts. So yeah as of now you work for the United States Marines, first criminal regiment under me. Try not to die, you won't be missed for long because this was the fourth bloodiest battle five years before my death."