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The thick canopy of leaves almost completely blocked the moonlight in this unexplored corner of the true Pokémon world. Here, far from controlled ecosystems and peaceful utopias, nature remained a cruel and bloodthirsty judge.
Among the weeds and twisted roots, a small figure ran stumbling, breath ragged and terror throbbing in its small chest.
It was a Ralts. But unlike the rest of its species, which sported a characteristic green color in the "hair" that covered its eyes, this little one possessed a pale, bright, and beautiful blue hue. A genetic anomaly. A Shiny creature. And in the wild, being different often meant being easy prey.
A metallic, dull, and terrifying roar made the earth tremble behind them.
Entire trees were uprooted and hurled into the air as an armored beast burst into the clearing. It was a massive Aggron, covered in natural steel plates, with bloodshot eyes and drooling jaws. It had been hunting the small anomaly for hours.
Desperate and on the verge of exhaustion, Ralts concentrated her dwindling psychic energy.
¡Flip!
Its small body vanished in a flash of light, teleporting itself barely twenty meters away, appearing on a moss-covered rock. But the armored beast was no fool. Its predatory instincts tracked the distortion of space. The Aggron spun around on its heavy legs, fixed its gaze on the rock, and charged with the force of a runaway freight train.
The little Ralts tried to use teleportation again, but her mind wouldn't respond. She had run out of energy. She fell to her knees on the moss, trembling, and looked up at the enormous metallic jaws that were opening to swallow her whole.
She closed her eyes, awaiting the final pain.
¡BOOOOOOM!
A sphere of intense violet fire ripped through the darkness of the forest, whistling through the air at terrifying speed. The fiery projectile struck directly into the armored side of the Aggron.
The force of the explosion was so devastating that the 300-kilogram beast was lifted from the ground, hurled through the air like a charred rag doll, and slammed against a crag dozens of meters away. The steel monster, groaning in pain, struggled to its feet and fled in terror into the darkness, overwhelmed by the force of the attack.
Ralts slowly opened her eyes. The warmth of the violet flames still lingered in the cold night.
She turned her small head toward the source of the attack. From the shadows of the trees, the slow, heavy footsteps of a human crushed the dry leaves.
He was a fifteen-year-old boy. He wore dark, somewhat disheveled clothes. The first thing the little creature noticed was the hard, pale scar that crossed his right eye, giving him an intimidating and dangerous appearance.
However, as a Pokémon of the Empathy species, the Ralts didn't judge with its eyes. It judged with its heart. The red horns on its head vibrated, instinctively connecting with the emotional signature of its savior.
He prepared himself to feel the heat of pride, the adrenaline of battle, or the fury of a greater predator.
But what hit her almost made her cry.
It was a tsunami of pain. A melancholy so deep, dark, and suffocating that it threatened to devour the young man's very soul. Little Ralts felt the echo of a recently broken heart. She felt the agony of an impossible decision.
Kaiju stopped a couple of meters away from her. His face, illuminated by the moonlight filtering through the branches, showed no expression. His brown eyes, which once shone with the excitement of a martial arts fanatic and the arrogance of a god, were now dull, empty, bearing the weight of the universe.
He looked at the small blue Ralts trembling on the rock. He looked at it and saw in it the same thing he felt in his own chest.
"You're alone..." Kaiju's voice was a hoarse, broken whisper, barely audible over the forest wind. "You're different from the others... and they wanted to hunt you for that, didn't they?"
The Ralts, sensing the tears welling in the boy's eyes through their empathic connection, didn't run away. She stood with difficulty, took a hesitant step, and with a small, soft whimper of comfort, reached out her little arms to him.
Kaiju fell to his knees before the small creature. He no longer cared about his divinity, his Ki, or his Celestial Eyes.
Ralts hugged the young man's neck as best she could, transmitting small waves of warmth and psychic calm, desperately trying to bandage the invisible wounds of his bleeding soul.
Kaiju closed his eye, burying his face in his eyes, and for the first time in years, he wept silently in the vastness of a foreign forest, embracing the small blue fairy who, from that moment on, would become his only anchor to sanity.
...
Several months have passed.
The wind blew gently across the high plains of the dimensional world, swaying the green grass like an emerald ocean. The weather was perfect, the sky a clear blue, and in the distance, the songs of exotic birds could be heard. It was absolute paradise.
However, for Kaiju, the silence was deafening.
He walked slowly along a dirt path, his hands in his pockets. Every time he did something stupid, illogical, or inefficient, his brain waited for a response. He expected to hear that melodious voice, soft but inflectless, reciting a "Mental note..." to judge his actions. He expected to see out of the corner of his eye a flash of purple armor and an amethyst gaze reproaching his methods.
But there was no one there. Only the emptiness of an absence he himself had caused.
A small, soft, three-fingered hand intertwined with his, abruptly pulling him from the abyss of his thoughts.
Kaiju lowered his gaze. Walking beside him, with graceful and light steps, was Lala.
The little blue fairy had evolved. No longer the fragile Ralts trembling in terror in the darkness of the forest; now she was a beautiful and elegant Shiny Kirlia, with her characteristic pale blue "hair" and small reddish horns that sensed the emotions of her surroundings.
Lala squeezed his hand, sending a warm and comforting psychic wave straight into Kaiju's brain. It was a mental hug, a gentle, empathetic whisper that said, "I'm here. Don't give up."
Kaiju's stern expression softened. A small, almost imperceptible smile appeared on his lips as he returned the Kirlia's squeeze.
"I'm fine, Lala. I promise," murmured Kaiju, his voice still tinged with a slight, melancholic hoarseness. "I was just distracted for a moment. We have work to do."
Lala nodded enthusiastically, letting out a cheerful sound and doing a little spin on her feet, like a ballet dancer, to cheer him up.
Kaiju pulled his other hand from his pocket, revealing a small sphere of red and white metal. A perfect Poké Ball, transmuted with titanium and space magic.
The fifteen-year-old sighed, staring at the sphere. He was the Creator of this entire ecosystem. He could simply close his eyes, use the color Cyan or White, and force any creature to prostrate itself before him. He could clone an entire army if he wished. But that wouldn't fill the emptiness of his days, nor would it calm the hyperactivity of his mind. He needed a purpose, a simple, earthly goal that didn't require divine powers or life-or-death decisions.
"A Pokémon trainer can't call themselves a trainer if they only have one partner, right, Lala?" Kaiju said, tossing the Poké Ball into the air and catching it with ease. "An official team consists of six. You're my number one. We're five short. And we're going to get them the old-fashioned way."
Lala nodded, her eyes hidden beneath her blue bangs shining with determination. She placed her hands on her chest, ready to use her psychic powers should any wild Pokémon decide to become hostile.
The duo continued on their way, leaving the plains behind to enter a more rugged area, a canyon of reddish rocks where the heat accumulated and the ground was full of craters.
Kaiju closed his only healthy eye, not to use magic, but to extend his sense of Ki, just as Muten Roshi had taught him.
Behind... no, a small Geodude. To the left... a sleeping Onyx.
Suddenly, a wild, dense, and extremely aggressive energy signature appeared on his mental radar. It was nearby, hidden in a cave high on the canyon wall.
Kaiju opened his eye, his gaze sharpening. "Lala, stay back. I think I've found our first candidate for the number two spot."
The Kirlia obediently retreated, sitting on a rock and swinging her legs, observing her master with complete trust.
Kaiju walked until he was standing right below the cave entrance. "Hey, you! Get out of there! I know you're looking for a fight!" he shouted, channeling some Ki into his voice so it echoed off the canyon walls.
A hoarse, harsh roar was his only response.
From the darkness of the cave leaped a small but imposing creature. It was a dark blue, bipedal reptile with an enormous jaw full of sharp teeth and an appendage on its head that resembled a shark's fin. A Gible. And judging by the density of its aura, it wasn't just any Gible; it was the alpha male of the area, a born fighter.
The Gible landed on the ground, raising a cloud of dust, and glared at Kaiju with defiant eyes. It opened its jaws and unleashed a blast of fire, a Dragon Breath that shot straight toward the teenager's face.
Kaiju didn't flinch. Instead of using telekinesis, he simply took a swift sidestep, using martial arts footwork to dodge the attack. Fire scorched the rock behind him.
"Not bad for a land lizard," Kaiju grinned, taking off his jacket and tossing it aside, revealing only a black tank top that showed off the defined muscles of his arms. "But you're going to have to be faster if you want to make me sweat."
The Gible roared, enraged by the taunt, and charged at full speed using Take Down.
Kaiju lowered its center of gravity, planted its feet on the dusty ground, and, as the small land shark was about to crash into its stomach, it dodged by pivoting on one heel, delivering a soft but precise karate chop to the back of the neck with the back of its hand.
The Gible rolled on the ground, stunned, but got up almost immediately, shaking his head more in anger than pain.
From her rock, Lala clapped silently, sending bursts of psychic breath into Kaiju's mind.
For a fleeting moment, amidst the dust and noise of the battle against the savage monster, the heavy oppression in Kaiju's chest seemed to loosen. Catching fictional creatures with his bare hands was an absurd form of therapy, yes. But as the Gible leaped toward him again, jaws wide open, Kaiju managed his first genuine, unmelancholy smile in many, many months.
...
Only two days had passed since the capture of the Gible, but for Kaiju, time was a resource that could be molded.
Deep within its pocket dimension, far from the peaceful plains where herbivorous Pokémon rested, Kaiju had transmuted an entire valley. It had transformed it into a training ground that would make even Master Roshi tremble. There were waterfalls of crushing water, pillars of molten volcanic rock, and areas where gravity was artificially augmented by Ki seals.
Kaiju, dressed only in his black training pants and with his bare torso covered in sweat, stood in the center of the valley, with his arms crossed.
Facing him, lined up like a military squad about to march to war, was his entire team. Six distinct energy signatures, wild and brimming with potential.
To his right floated Lala, the Shiny Kirlia, his first companion and emotional anchor. Beside her, puffing smoke from his nostrils and thumping his flaming tail against the ground, was Char, a Charmander with a scar on his snout that proved he was no novice. Then there was Tiburoncin, the aggressive Gible who kept growling and snapping at the air.
Completing the heavy defense line were Tery, a Larvitar munching on a rock with boredom, and Tank, a small but incredibly dense Aron whose blue eyes gleamed behind his steel armor. Finally, bringing up the rear was Pincers, a grumpy Krabby snapping his enormous pincers together with a menacing sound.
"Listen carefully, all of you," Kaiju's voice echoed through the valley, imbued with a light touch of his Ki to command absolute respect. "In one year, I will return to my original world to attend a boring, ordinary high school. I will be an ordinary human. But you won't."
Kaiju strolled past them, its single eye scrutinizing them sternly.
"If you're going to be my team, if you're going to be the six monsters who have my back in this universe or any other, you're no good to me in your base forms. I don't want adorable pets. I want alpha predators. I want kings."
Kaiju's white aura suddenly erupted, enveloping him in a whirlwind of pure energy that made Char and Tiburoncin take a couple of steps back.
"So we're going to put you through the same hell I went through. We won't stop training until each of you reaches your final evolutionary stage. Your bodies will break and your spirits will scream, but I will heal you and force you to rise again. Understood?"
A chorus of roars, squeals, and affirmative growls filled the valley. There was no fear; there was pure instinct and devotion to their creator.
"Alright. Tery, Tank, your defense is formidable, but your destructive power is pathetic," Kaiju began, pointing at the two Rock/Steel-type Pokémon. "So you two will be breaking mountains... literally. I'll be throwing five-ton boulders at you. If you don't pulverize them before they hit you, they'll crush you."
Tery and Tanque collided with each other with a deafening metallic sound, accepting the challenge with sparks in their eyes.
"Lala," Kaiju said, looking at the Kirlia, his voice softening only slightly. "You are my right hand. Your power isn't physical, it's mental. We're going to force your brain. Try using Teleportation continuously while I saturate the entire area with my maximum killing intent. If you can concentrate and escape under the pressure of pure fear, you'll evolve faster than you think."
Kirlia nodded firmly, closing her eyes and immediately beginning to sweat profusely at the suffocating, dark, and heavy aura that Kaiju began to emit from its core.
"Claws, your job is to use Guillotine and Hammer against the pressurized waterfalls until you can cut through the water itself with sheer brute force," Kaiju ordered, pointing to the raging torrent at the bottom of the valley that looked capable of cleaving metal. The Krabby snapped its claws and marched sideways toward the waterfall without hesitation.
"And as for you two..." Kaiju lowered his gaze to Char and Tiburoncin, who were staring at each other with obvious rivalry. "Your training is survival. Char, Tiburoncin... you're going to fight each other while I fire Ki spheres at you. Whoever stops moving gets burned."
Hell in the pocket dimension had begun.
The roars, the bursts of fire, the sound of rocks turning to dust, and the echo of psychic powers filled the air. Kaiju watched his team struggle against the limits of their own bodies and natures. He remained at the center of the chaos, channeling energy, dodging stray attacks, and guiding their growth with the precision of a martial arts master.
He hurled gigantic rocks at Larvitar and Aron, forcing them to use Stone Edge and Iron Tail until their limbs bled, instantly healing them with the passive light from his eyes so they could continue. He fired Ki blasts to push Charmander and Gible to their cardiovascular limits.
That brutal training was also his own salvation. Keeping his mind occupied with the evolution of his creatures prevented him from thinking about the void Tohka had left in his soul.
The alpha of a Charizard, a Garchomp, a Tyranitar, an Aggron, a Kingler, and a Gardevoir would enter. An assault squad capable of leveling entire cities, hidden in small spheres in the pockets of his school pants.
What Kaiju didn't know, lost in his ignorance of the true nature of the DxD world, was that this absurdly destructive arsenal wouldn't be a mere collector's whim. It was going to be exactly what he would need to survive the Demons, Fallen Angels, and Gods that lurked in the halls of his new school.