Pokémon: My Titles Know No Limits! [373]
Added 2025-06-08 06:36:00 +0000 UTCNo one had expected it.
It was already shocking enough that August owned a Rayquaza. But now—he had a Mew too?
For a moment, the stadium fell silent. Then the entire crowd erupted into thunderous cheers!
Commentator: “An unbelievable surprise! August’s chosen Pokémon is Mew! Iono, what’s your take?”
Caught off guard, Iono blurted out instinctively: “Mew... Mew once ate one of my omelets!”
Most of the audience just thought she was bragging about being close to August and Mew.
But longtime fans—those who’d seen her culinary variety show Iono’s Experimental Gourmet Adventures—froze in shock.
[Mew ate something Iono cooked?!]
[Didn’t Bellibolt pass out after just one bite?]
[Terrifying… Mew really is a mythical Pokémon.]
Meanwhile, upon hearing Iono’s voice over the speakers mention omelets, Mew visibly flinched. She spat several times in disgust, her tiny mouth going pfft pfft pfft.
The look on her face was downright adorable.
[Looks like even Mew couldn’t resist the dark power of Iono’s cooking.]
[I hereby crown Iono the ultimate dark chef.]
Watching her old kitchen disaster go viral again, Iono’s face flushed crimson.
Cynthia, for her part, stared at Mew in quiet surprise. She hadn’t expected August to actually send Mew into battle.
In her mind, Mew was more like family to August than a battler—always sticking to his side like a mischievous younger sibling. She’d never even seen Mew fight before.
But if August was sending her out, there had to be a reason. Especially considering that Psychic-type moves had little effect on her Spiritomb, with its Ghost/Dark typing.
As for August’s reason...
[GardevoirSupremacy]: Mew, it’s time to move that body! If you keep lazing around, you’ll balloon into a Poké-puff! I’m not giving you orders this time—you’re on your own.
[Mew]: Mew!!
Mew protested loudly. She wasn’t a balloon! Just a teensy bit of tummy fluff, that’s all!
But August ignored her protests.
Cynthia made the first move: “Spiritomb, [Shadow Ball]!”
A sphere of swirling ghostly energy gathered in front of Spiritomb and hurtled toward Mew.
Still busy pouting at August, Mew didn’t notice until the last second. She squeaked in surprise, dropping her bag of chips and zipping out of the way.
Boom!
The [Shadow Ball] struck the chip bag head-on, swallowing it in a flash of spectral energy.
“Mew~” she whimpered, wide-eyed, watching her precious snack vanish. Her gaze turned moist and pitiful, lips quivering.
Spiritomb, mid-attack, faltered. A sudden pang of guilt made its energy flicker.
Its next attack never came.
But Cynthia, an experienced battler, wasn’t fooled for a second. “It’s just a fakeout! Stay sharp, Spiritomb—use [Scary Face]!”
Spiritomb’s aura sharpened instantly. Its distorted energy twisted into a grimacing, ghoulish mask.
Mew, however, didn’t flinch.
In fact, once she realized her act had been called out, she puffed up her cheeks—and then playfully stuck out her tongue.
“Blehhh~!”
[Taunt]
A flicker of rage rose in Spiritomb’s core. It instantly launched another [Shadow Ball], this one burning with raw anger.
Whoosh—!
The dark orb tore through the air.
Mew’s body shimmered and vanished on the spot, reappearing across the battlefield with a flick of her tail.
Whoosh—!
Another [Shadow Ball] followed. Another effortless teleport.
The crowd gasped.
Mew’s agility was extraordinary.
Cynthia frowned.
At this rate, Spiritomb’s stamina will wear down.
“Spiritomb, [Shadow Sneak]!”
In an instant, Spiritomb’s shadow stretched out and slithered toward Mew from below.
While Mew scrambled to dodge the ambush—
“Now—use [Night Shade]!”
A dark glint sparked in Spiritomb’s eye, firing a beam of ghostly energy straight at Mew midair.
Mew tried to react as before, teleporting in a blink.
But unlike [Shadow Ball], [Night Shade] was easier to aim and track. The moment she reappeared, the dark light locked onto her.
“Mew!!”
She yelped as the blast hit, flipping in midair before catching herself.
Her head swam, dizzy and spinning. She fluttered clumsily, her flight path wobbling in a figure-eight.
Compared to Rayquaza, Mew wasn’t anywhere near as durable. Cynthia’s Spiritomb could do serious damage to her.
The crowd stirred—some gasping, others leaning forward in anticipation.
Were they about to witness a Mythical Pokémon’s defeat...?
But Mew shook her head vigorously, dispelling the dizziness. She puffed out her cheeks and narrowed her eyes, annoyed.
Then her expression shifted.
Those wide eyes gleamed mischievously. She blinked once, slowly, and smirked.
[Nasty Plot]
Her Special Attack rose sharply.
“Spiritomb, [Dark Pulse]!”
A surge of shadowy energy blasted toward her.
But Mew raised her paw.
Shing—!
A radiant light burst from her fingertip, crashing into the incoming darkness.
The two forces collided midair.
[Dark Pulse] (Dark-type) vs. [Dazzling Gleam] (Fairy-type).
The impact triggered a blinding explosion.
The blast swallowed Spiritomb whole.
When the smoke cleared—
Its keystone lay shattered some distance from where it had stood, and the energy form above it flickered weakly.
Seeing this, Mew crossed her tiny arms proudly—and went in for the finish.
[Dazzling Gleam]
As the light built up around her, Cynthia’s eyes flashed with determination.
“Spiritomb—[Destiny Bond]!”
Black light shot from Spiritomb’s eyes toward—
Wait.
Where was Mew?
The field was empty.
In the next second, [Dazzling Gleam] slammed into Spiritomb, sending it flying.
And as the crowd watched, Mew slowly phased back into visibility—materializing in midair, patting her chest in relief.
“Mew~!”
That was close!
Good thing she’d gone invisible just in time.
She was the World Tree’s guardian, after all. Getting dragged down by a [Destiny Bond] in front of a crowd?
That’d be so humiliating...
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