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The moment you hold the advantage, you have to press it.
Hesitation only gives the enemy space to breathe, and against a Legendary Pokémon, that's fatal.
Sam, stood tall, eyes locked on the battlefield.
His chest tightened with focus, but his voice carried calm authority.
"Reshiram, Blue Flare!"
"Roar!!"
Reshiram's cry split the air.
Crimson flames surged from its body, cloaking it like blazing armor.
The heat warped the air around them, a storm of fire gathering in its maw before it unleashed a torrent of destructive light.
Across the field, N's expression wavered.
He knew Zekrom's energy was running thin, its body already trembling as sparks from its tail flickered and dimmed.
If this continued, even Zekrom's overclocked state wouldn't hold.
"Zekrom, Protect!" N shouted, desperation in his voice.
Zekrom roared, forcing the last of its strength into a shimmering black shield that wrapped around its massive frame.
Boom!!
Reshiram crashed into it like a comet, flames erupting in a blazing explosion.
The shield held, but only barely, before the sheer force blasted Zekrom backward.
"Zekrom!!" N's eyes widened as his partner slammed into the ground, throwing up clouds of dust and rubble.
The dragon's once bright, turbine-like tail sputtered and went dark.
Overclock mode had collapsed.
The truth was plain to anyone watching: N was at a crushing disadvantage.
Sam's eyes softened, though his determination never wavered.
"It's over. Reshiram, Blue Flare, once more."
Reshiram's tail whirled, gathering fire in a storm of roaring heat.
Another wave of crimson light built in its throat, flames lashing outward as it prepared to finish the battle.
But before the attack could land,
Thud, thud, thud!
Three figures emerged from the shadows, rushing onto the battlefield.
They moved with purpose, their black cloaks rippling as they threw Poké Balls into the air.
"Stop him!" one of them barked.
Scarlet beams shot across the field, forming into three identical Pokémon.
Their bodies were sleek, covered in purple armor like futuristic insects.
A metallic cannon sat on each of their backs, humming with ominous energy.
The air itself seemed to tighten under their presence.
"Genesect…" Sam muttered, his brow furrowing.
[Pokémon: Genesect]
[Type: Bug/Steel]
[Ability: Download]
[Level: 70 – Lower-tier 3 Legendary]
Ancient Pokémon revived and warped into weapons by Team Plasma.
Each bore a gleaming turret on its back, charged with energy that made the battlefield feel like the heart of a storm.
The Dark Triad, the loyal bodyguards of Ghetsis, had entered the fray.
"Genesect, Techno Blast!" one of them ordered coldly, pointing directly at Sam.
Sam's eyes narrowed.
Their target wasn't Reshiram. It was him.
A low mechanical hum filled the air as all three Genesect powered up.
Their cannons glowed white-hot, arcs of light gathering at their cores.
"Buzz… Buzz…"
The sound built into a deafening whine.
Bang!
Three blazing beams of energy lanced out, cutting through the battlefield in perfect sync, headed straight for Sam.
The Dark Triad moved swiftly, their cloaks cutting through the dust as they flanked N on both sides.
Before Reshiram could release its flames, the three bodyguards pulled him away, retreating into the shadows with practiced precision.
The timing was cruel.
Reshiram's flames were already burning across the sky, ready to strike the weakened Zekrom.
But the dragon paused, turning instantly when its partner was threatened.
"Roar!!" Reshiram abandoned its attack, rushing back toward Sam.
Yet even with Reshiram's incredible speed, the beams of light from Genesect's cannons were faster.
The three white blasts streaked toward Sam like falling stars, too quick for a normal defense.
But Sam didn't flinch.
His expression remained calm, his hand flicking out a Poké Ball in one smooth motion.
"Go."
The capsule burst open, flooding the battlefield with radiant light.
"Roarrr!!"
A massive figure took shape, a Dragonite, taller and broader than most of its kind, towering with a majesty that rivaled even Reshiram.
This was no ordinary Dragonite; this was the powerhouse Sam had tamed through grit and courage.
The giant dragon stepped forward, wings beating once as its aura surged.
"Draco," Sam commanded quietly, "Protect."
"Rooaaar!!"
Dragonite planted its feet before Sam, a shield of swirling dragon energy erupting around it.
Boom!! Boom!! Boom!!
The three beams smashed against the barrier one after another, each strike exploding into fire and smoke.
The ground quaked under the assault, and for a moment, the battlefield vanished into a cloud of dust.
When the haze cleared, the sight froze everyone in place.
Dragonite stood tall and unyielding, its shield still shimmering faintly.
Reshiram had joined it, wings outstretched, standing guard at Sam's side.
And behind them, Sam himself, calm as ever, his hands clasped behind his back.
Not a scratch touched him.
Only his eyes shone faintly, like embers hidden beneath the calm surface.
N and Zekrom were already gone, dragged away by the Dark Triad's retreat.
Zekrom's labored breathing echoed faintly as its silhouette faded into the distance.
From the ridge, Cynthia urged her Garchomp forward.
She leapt down the moment she reached him, worry flooding her usually composed features.
"Sam! Are you hurt?"
Her hands moved over his arms and shoulders, searching for wounds, her touch gentle yet trembling.
Sam gave a small smile and patted her hand reassuringly.
"I'm fine."
Cynthia's golden eyes softened, relief washing over her expression.
She lingered close a moment longer, unwilling to step away until she was certain.
"Reshiram," Sam called, turning his gaze back toward the battlefield.
"Can you still sense Zekrom's presence?"
The white dragon shook its head, voice deep and regretful.
"He's hidden his aura. I can't track him."
Sam exhaled softly.
"A pity."
His eyes narrowed.
"And Genesect… Team Plasma still has quite the foundation."
Memories stirred in his mind, fragments of knowledge from his previous life.
If the world ranked the most dangerous villain groups, Team Rocket would always claim first place.
But right behind them, without question, stood Team Plasma.
N had once earned Zekrom's acknowledgment.
Ghetsis, ruthless and cunning, had bound himself to Kyurem's might.
And behind them stood Colress, a scientist whose brilliance skirted the edge of madness.
He was the one who had revived Genesect from fossils, reforging them into mechanical weapons of war.
In the games, Team Plasma had even dared to challenge the Unova League itself.
Though their plan had failed, the chaos they caused had shaken the entire region.
The power they wielded was no illusion.
Sam's gaze sharpened, a faint gleam flashing in his eyes.
"We'll cross paths again," he murmured.
"And next time… they won't escape so easily."
The air was still heavy with smoke, but within Sam's calm words lay a promise, unshakable, dangerous, and certain.