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"Alright, little guy. You're Cobra," I said, crouching down as the purple Poipole hovered closer.
I shared the story with the squad—the tale of the Poison Dragon Slayer from Fairy Tail. How he lived as a villain but died a hero's death inside the Ravines of Time to stop the Black Dragon King. Cobra the Poipole didn't just listen; he seemed to absorb the intent. He looked at Jerry, his new "Kin," and buzzed with a fierce, newfound loyalty.
"Wait, how do they know about Fairy Tail?" May asked, tilted her head. "That's not a thing in Hoenn."
I tapped the Obsidian Key. "The Key doesn't just hold light, May. It holds 'Vigor'—and apparently, some of the memories and stories from wherever I—or it—came from. When Eli and I link minds, it's like a broadcast. The team doesn't just hear the story; they feel it."
🎸 THE SIEGE OF MEGALO TOWER
Raven was back in her Poké Ball, completely drained from the Mega Evolution. With the city-sized Megalo Tower looming and the Ultra-Megalopolis scientists preparing their containment rigs for the drifting Necrozma, we couldn't go in quiet.
"Lens! Kill the ambient noise," I commanded. "Switch the stream audio to the Pacific Rim Main Theme! Max volume!"
[The Intro: Heavy, Industrial Guitar Riffs] The jungle floor began to vibrate. The Buzzwole swarm, hearing that rhythmic, mechanical thrum, went into a frenzy. Their muscles rippled in sync with the beat. They weren't just angry; they were hyped.
"Titans! Formation Alpha!"
The Lead: May and I stood atop the largest Buzzwole, who was currently doing "Alternating Bicep Curls" with a fallen tree trunk.
The Squad: Kage, Blaze, and Genji flanked us, their tactical gear glowing under the violet sky. Jerry rode on the lead Buzzwole's shoulder, looking every bit the "Noble" commander.
The New Recruit: Cobra circled above us, his needle-head glowing with a toxic purple light, ready to rain down "Dragon Slayer" venom on the tower's defenses.
[The Drop: DA-DA-DA-DA-DUM!] "WE PULL UP LIKE A SQUAD!" I roared into the mic.
The Buzzwole didn't just run; they marched. Each step was a pose, each pose was a shockwave. The tower's automated guard-drones turned toward us, but they weren't prepared for the sheer "Vigor" of a synchronized Lucha-Muscular-Indifferent-Ninja-Dragon-Slayer assault.
[Chat Log: 200M VIEWERS - THE HYPE IS UNREAL]
GymBro_Chuck: PACIFIC RIM?! THE BUZZWOLES ARE LITERALLY PUNCHING THE AIR IN TIME TO THE MUSIC!
IceCreamQueen_C: Look at Cobra! He's charging up his ink!
Master_Oak: The psychological impact of the music on Ultra Beasts is a breakthrough! They're hitting a 'Flow State' of pure power!
We hit the base of the tower like a physical tsunami of chrome and muscle. The scientists at the top, watching the sensors, probably thought a war had started. They weren't wrong.
"Eli! Reflect! Blaze, Brave Bird the gate!" I yelled. "Cobra, show them why they call you the Slayer!"