Chapter 11: Uro

The cursed Pikachu lay motionless in the dark cave, its tiny lungs panting after the intense battle with Yorozu. The creature had survived, but barely. The air around it felt heavy and charged with residual cursed energy, a reminder of the brutal confrontation. The electric sparks that always surrounded it had diminished considerably. Its body, exhausted to the point of collapse, needed rest to recover from its injuries and fatigue.

However, what the Pikachu didn't know was that its victory over Yorozu had drawn the attention of a far more dangerous figure: Takako Uro, a special-grade sorceress with a mastery over sky manipulation that made her one of the most formidable of her kind.

Miles away, flying over a nearby mountain, Takako Uro had sensed the disturbance in the flow of cursed energy. An explosion of that magnitude couldn't go unnoticed by someone of her level. Although she didn't know exactly what or who had caused it, her interest was piqued. As a sorceress designated to control and eliminate dangerous threats, her instinct told her to investigate what had happened.

With her unique ability to control the sky as if it were a tangible surface, Takako floated in the air, observing the horizon from above. Her long hair, a soft light pink hue, floated around her as if she were suspended underwater. The black bracelets on her wrists glowed faintly in the sunlight, while her body, naked but covered by the distortion of the air, gave her an ethereal and strange appearance.

As she took in the scenery, the cursed energy of the cave continued to draw her attention. "Something powerful was here," she muttered to herself. With a single wave of her hand, she made the wind push her in the direction of the source. Within a few minutes, she would be standing above the cave where Pikachu rested, vulnerable.

Inside the cave, Pikachu couldn't move. Her body trembled slightly, but every attempt to get up was futile. Her energy was at its limit, and all she could do was wait for her body to recover, but she didn't know how much time she would have before the next danger came knocking at her door. The wounds from her last battle continued to sting, and her mind could barely stay alert.

However, the rest she so desperately needed wouldn't come so easily.

Uro descended gently, landing in front of the cave entrance. Her technique caused the atmosphere around her to distort, creating waves that altered space to her will. She slowly approached, her dark pink eyes scanning the area. She couldn't exactly see her target, but the presence of such dense and chaotic cursed energy left no room for doubt: the cause of the explosion was within.

"What kind of creature are you?" she whispered, with a mix of curiosity and contempt.

Without hesitation, she raised her hand, moving it subtly but precisely. The air inside the cave began to tremble. With her Sky Manipulation technique, Takako transformed space into an extension of her own will, bending the wind and sky to her whim. The atmosphere stretched like an invisible fabric, breaking the air around her. Suddenly, a rumble shook the entrance to the cave.

Pikachu, sensing the impending danger, tried to get up, but his body refused to obey him. He didn't have enough strength to defend himself. The creature knew that if it didn't react soon, it wouldn't survive the next attack.

Takako unleashed her Usurabi technique. The sky's cloak shattered like glass, and a powerful shockwave surged into the cave. The air itself seemed to implode, creating a vacuum that threatened to crush everything in its path. The sound was deafening, and the cave walls began to shake.

Pikachu, in a last act of survival, channeled the few electrical sparks he had left. He barely managed to raise a small barrier, but it wasn't enough. The impact of the attack launched him against the cave wall, shattering the stone behind him and leaving him even weaker.

Takako stepped forward, her gaze unwavering. The creature was still alive, but just barely. With a wave of her hand, she raised the atmosphere again like a cloak, ready to launch another attack that would end the battle before it even began.

"What a disappointment," she muttered as she prepared for the final blow. "I was expecting something more challenging."

But just as he was about to attack, a dark, ominous energy began to emanate from Pikachu's body. Despite being on the verge of death, the cursed creature still had one trick up its sleeve, a final reserve of power that only activated in the most desperate moments. Pikachu's eyes glowed with renewed intensity. His fury rose. The air around him began to distort, not from Takako's technique, but from his own energy. The battle was not over yet.

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