The End of Counterattack

Along with the blossoming of the light of evolution, the bright moon seemed to have fallen in favor of Eevee.

As the white moonlight poured down, Eevee revealed a new appearance between the rays.

When it evolved, it naturally changed in size.

Originally, Eevee's body that looked like a small fox quickly lengthened and grew taller, turning into a robust hunting beast.

Its big fluffy tail and big ears gradually lengthened and rounded out a bit.

The small short legs did the same, becoming strong and powerful.

In contrast to that, its fur quietly shortened and stuck to its body as its body's shape changed.

"Boo~ ee... boo~"

It raised its head and its call changed from soft to mature.

If Eevee's original purr was as if it were a little girl, a cute and gentle voice, now, its voice changed to a handsome, dashing girlish timbre.

The light of evolution dissipated, and its brand new appearance was reflected in Aisha's eyes.

It was a handsome, beautiful Umbreon.

Its short, silky black fur glowed with a deep light under the bright moonlight, and its body was very athletic, slender where it should be slender to mesmerize people, and where it should be strong, it had graceful muscles that would not make people feel bloated, but at the same time contained explosive strength.

It stands on all fours, its head held high and proud.

Against the wind, a pair of large ears wagged slightly, as did its tail.

On its forehead, on its limbs, and on its ears and tail, golden rings glowed with a moonlike shimmer.

Bathed in real moonlight, this glow was a few shades brighter.

"...Heh."

Instructor Ai let out a soft laugh and looked into its eyes.

The eyes were sharp.

Orange eyes with black pupils, after meeting Aisha's sight, all of the sharpness changed to gentleness in an instant.

"Your wish has come true."

Aisha smiled and extended his hand towards Umbreon, saying, "You turned into a handsome child."

"Boo?"

Umbreon cocked its head.

Really handsome?

"Oh really handsome."

"Boo~"

Umbreon showed a smile.

Really really handsome?

"Really, really handsome."

"Boo!"

Umbreon jumped into Instructor Ai's embrace at once.

It was clear that it had already changed into a very handsome Umbreon, but, as soon as it entered between Aisha's embrace, Umbreon still changed back into that little Eevee's appearance.

It very skillfully rubbed against Instructor Ai's chest and relied on the teenager's arms.

"Good~ good."

Aisha also stroked its head as usual.

When he entered his hand, he felt that the touch was not quite the same.

After that, he was startled and smiled helplessly.

The child with the furry little head had grown up and evolved into a handsome appearance.

Although... this handsome child was still fond of pampering as always.

"Mmm~mm."

With a movement of his arm, Aisha hugged Umbreon tightly.

Umbreon also moved closer to his arms.

It remembered that back in Celadon City, Azumarill, who was still Marill, and it used to agonize over the issue of evolution.

The reason for their agony was that once they evolved, they became bigger and heavier, and whether Instructor Ai would no longer be able to hold them.

However, at that time, Instructor Ai was patting his chest with a face of conviction that even if Eevee and Marill really got heavier and how much heavier they became, he would always be able to hold them.

So, they could evolve without worry...

"Boo~"

Umbreon showed a happy smile in Aisha's arms.

Now that it had evolved, Marill had also evolved.

Umbreon and Azumarill were more than a notch heavier compared to Eevee and Marill.

Still, Instructor Ai picked them up as he once said, no matter what they had become.

"Lu!"

Azumarill jumped out from inside the Poké ball and glared at Umbreon with a disgruntled face.

Umbreon, on the other hand, twisted its head and smiled at it.

Now in this form, Umbreon's smile could be described as mockingly drawn out.

Azumarill reddened on the spot - angry on top of it.

"Boo~"

Umbreon laughs.

You take it easy.

I know you're in a hurry, but hold your horses.

It's not like I said I was going to have Instructor Ai all to myself.

"Boo~"

Umbreon arched to the side, vacating an arm position.

Azumarill, on the other hand, didn't hesitate to pounce on it, skillfully occupying half of Aisha's embrace.

Then it looked over at Umbreon.

"Lu?"

You evolved?

"?"

A big question mark appeared above Umbreon's head.

Hoping that you didn't see it just now, and were focused on competing for favor?

It's worthy of you!

Muscle fool who's full of nothing but strength and Instructor Ai...

"Lu~"

Azumarill smiled in embarrassment.

It's not as powerful as you said.

"Boo!"

Umbreon's expression tensed a bit.

I'm not praising you!

"..."

Instructor Ai had a smirk on his face.

As expected, natural grams are arrogant, and naive grams are dark...

However, holding the two children who had completed their evolution, Aisha was also in a trance.

He recalled when he was at the Pokémon Center in Viridian City, when he had just taken in Eevee, these two children also occupied his embrace like this, one on the left and one on the right.

"Heh, growing up."

Aisha was filled with emotion and a sense of accomplishment.

The feeling of raising a group of children like this was really too marvelous.

"Lu!"

Azumarill stroked Umbreon's head with a curious face, then, with a slightly regretful expression.

It's hard, the fur is short, so I can't rua anymore.

"...Boo."

An 'ikari maaku' mark popped out above Umbreon's head.

You...

It backhandedly grabbed Azumarill's face with its forelimbs and yanked it towards the sides, pulling its large, watery face plate as if it were a muppet.

Azumarill's face took on quite a few odd shapes all at once.

"Lu!"

Azumarill struggled and jumped out of Instructor Ai's arms.

Umbreon followed suit.

The two children circled around Instructor Ai above Rayquaza's head, before running down the back of Rayquaza's head towards the back.

Rayquaza: "?"

It felt a little itch on the top of its neck, and the two itchy sensations gradually ran over to its torso.

Odd.

Rayquaza then proceeded to happily watch Second Generation Mewtwo and Mew fight in the distance.

After the second chase, the battle between these two had entered its final white-hot phase.

At the two ends of the star track map, Second Generation Mewtwo and Mew each stood positioned at the end of the blue and pink light path.

Mew raised its hand, and pink psychic power gathered in front of it like waves, transforming into extreme destructive power.

Psychic!

Second Generation Mewtwo, on the other hand, clenched its fist, and intense psychic power fluctuations were as fierce as a storm attached to its casserole-sized right fist in the form of a spiral.

Psystrike!

"Mew~"

Mew let out a soft cry, and the distorted space in front of it immediately shone with a bright light.

A buzzing sound resounded through the sky, and a shining curtain of light roared out, carrying a terrifying destructive force toward Second Generation Mewtwo.

As the dragnet covered the sky, Second Generation Mewtwo no longer had any room to dodge.

Second Generation Mewtwo could no longer choose to dodge.

It knew that this was Mew's last strike.

Its aim was to defeat Mew and compete with him.

How could it possibly run away?

"Mew-!!!"

Shouting Mew's name, Second Generation Mewtwo charged up like a rocket without hesitation.

It met Psychic, who was smashing down towards its face, like a flat boat that had rushed into a tsunami, appearing small and insignificant.

However... above its fist was a power that one would not dare to ignore.

In its fight with Mew, Second Generation Mewtwo was constantly searching for a fighting style that suited it.

Aisha's words and behavior were also seen and remembered in its eyes.

It was only now that he realized that the power inherited from that teenager was its strongest weapon.

The psychic power was an aid, and so were the moves.

They were all props that assisted one in using that power.

The power above one's fist was one's fundamental!

"Ah-!!!"

Raising its head high and roaring out an impassioned battle cry, facing Mew's Psychic, Second Generation Mewtwo, whose body felt as if it had suffered the pain of death by a thousand cuts, didn't have the slightest intention of retreating in its heart.

On the contrary, it was excited to the extreme.

The destructive factor in its body was jumping with excitement, and Second Generation Mewtwo felt that its blood was burning.

It was hot all over its body!

The light of Psystrike trailed above its fist as it charged between Psychic as vast as the ocean.

Charge, charge, charge!

Finally, it arrived in front of Mew against a pressure as heavy as the ocean.

Mew was still so cloudy and relaxed.

Before, Second Generation Mewtwo would have been furious when it saw such an expression.

Now, it won't be.

Because, nowadays, all it wanted to do was punch this guy in the face!

"AH-!!!"

Hissing, Second Generation Mewtwo's fist swung out, completely shattering Mew's Psychic.

And, landed on its face.

"Mew!"

Mew yelped in pain and flew backward.

Second Generation Mewtwo also panted heavily as if it was exhausted.

Finally, its psychic power was exhausted, and it no longer had the strength to float in the sky, and its entire body fell down towards the sea below.

"Ha..."

As a sense of weightlessness swept through its body, Second Generation Mewtwo braced itself to keep its eyelids from falling.

It struggled to turn its head and looked towards the long green dragon in the distance.

It should be the top of the dragon's head to be precise.

At the last moment of closing its eyes, it saw the teenager who had stood on top of Rayquaza's dragon's head, showing an approving smile towards it.

"Ha, ha..."

An ugly smile appeared on Second Generation Mewtwo's exhausted face.

Then, darkness completely obscured its vision.

It crashed into the sea.

"Tough job, you did great."

Vaguely, it heard such a voice.

However, it really was exhausted.

...

'The force of the fight is exhausted, and this child is too stubborn.'

Mew floated to Aisha's side, looking at Second Generation Mewtwo, who was paralyzed on the ground, motionless as if dead, and spat out with a great headache, saying, 'I don't even know where this brat's malice towards me comes from, clearly it's not like this towards you at all, and when it caught me, it beat me to death, those who don't know still think that I've done something to it. Those who don't know still think I did something to it.'

"Who knows."

Aisha, who sat cross-legged by Second Generation Mewtwo's side and carefully treated its wounds with an injury medicine, did not raise his head.

He responded to Mew's complaint by saying, "Perhaps, you're too crumbly."

"A child's senses for the people around it are very sharp, who is a good person and who is a bad person, they can tell at a glance."

"Right?" Aisha looked at Ralts next to him and said, "Do you think this guy is a good guy?"

"Ru..."

At those words, Ralts' small hand touched its chin and gazed at Mew with a scrutinizing look.

With an expectant face, Mew revealed a smile that it thought was cute.

As it turned out, Mew's face value was high, and its smile was indeed adorable.

However...

"Ru~"

Ralts shook its head with a shrug.

'Hey, kid, what do you mean by that?' Mew was very exasperated.

"It says that you're good looking, however, your heart is black, like the bad women told in dramas and novels." Instructor Ai synchronized the translation of Ralts words.

"Huh?"

Then, he raised his head with a blank expression.

"Where did you learn these things from?"

"Ru~"

Ralts pointed at Rotom phone.

Rotom phone, with an embarrassed face, tried to defend, saying, "That, that's the early learning material given by Miss Green, I really don't know anything about it."

It's voice carried a heartfelt emptiness within it.

"..." Instructor Ai took a deep breath and suppressed his blood pressure.

"Not bad."

He glanced at Mew and said, "Being able to tell when you're a bad girl is not a bad lesson to learn this early in life."

"Ru~"

Ralts crossed its arms with a proud expression of having been praised.

'Tsk.'

Mew smacked its lips, not ready to argue with him about it.

It was the truth, after all.

It then looked to Second Generation Mewtwo.

'What are you going to do with this pup?'

"Ask it what it thinks of itself when it wakes up." Aisha knotted the last section of the bandage and clapped her hands together.

'What if its answers don't match your thoughts?'

"My thoughts?"

Aisha looked at it with a strange look on his face and said, "Who am I to impose my thoughts on it?"

"It's not a copy or a substitute of anyone, it also has its own independent personality and the right to choose the path it wants to take in the future, I respect its choice, of course... if it chooses the wrong path, I'm responsible for pulling it back to the right path, and teaching it a lesson in the process, and by the same token, if it chooses the right path."

Looking at Second Generation Mewtwo's face, Aisha's words were strong and full of trust.

"I'll always be supportive."