Blaine spoke anxiously, but instead of blaming Logan, his tone was full of concern.

“If we can’t get out of here within five minutes, his body won’t be able to hold on. We’ll lose Mewtwo—our strongest combat power…”

Blaine looked around, his tone far more relaxed than when he was in the underground lab. “…But it’s fine. We’re out of the research facility’s layout now. Here, the Rocket members aren’t nearly as threatening.”

They were now on an uninhabited island located in the southern seas of the Kanto region, roughly ten square kilometers in size. The island lacked rich resources—aside from some vegetation at its center, most of it was barren rock.

The weak food chain here meant that not only were wild Pokémon rare, but even ordinary animals were few and far between. All supplies had to be flown in by Rocket aircraft. Its isolation and surrounding ocean made escape nearly impossible, which is why Team Rocket had chosen it as the location for their secret facility.

“Don’t worry, Blaine! We have to believe in Logan.”

Professor Oak gave Blaine a firm pat on the back, somehow easing the tension in the Cinnabar Gym Leader’s heart. Glancing at the older man—at least ten years his senior—Blaine couldn’t help but admire him. No wonder Oak was a globally respected authority on Pokémon. His calm and composure alone were awe-inspiring. Blaine even doubted whether this seemingly harmless old man was as gentle as he appeared.

After all, he knew the professor’s past—

A time when even a powerful Ghost-type specialist had fallen to Oak’s hands.

“Oak, listen up! There aren’t many exits to the lab. I had my Charizard and Magmar seal off this one with nearby rocks. Those Rocket goons will probably regroup and exit from the other side. The terrain here is open though, and even if there are over a hundred of them, they’re not a serious threat. But my Pokémon are exhausted—we need to prioritize escaping!”

Blaine warned the professor, and no sooner had he spoken than a camouflaged boulder not far ahead began to shift. The synchronized footsteps of Rocket agents echoed as over a hundred well-trained members emerged and immediately spotted Blaine and Oak atop a small rocky hill. Without hesitation, they hurled Poké Balls, and one of them—clearly the team leader—shouted:

“When will our reinforcements arrive?! Alert the BOSS! Tell him Mewtwo has escaped!”

As the storm of more than a hundred Pokémon began charging up their attacks, Blaine climbed onto his Rapidash, and Oak mounted Charizard. Both were prepared to flee or fight at any moment.

“Wait, Blaine—do you hear that sound?!”

Professor Oak’s ears twitched. Frowning, he asked. A strange wind howled from beneath them—sharp, almost like blades scraping against stone.

“That’s…”

Blaine also heard it. He knelt to the ground, listening closely, then his face changed.

“Don’t move, Oak! This must be Mewtwo’s ability!”

As soon as Blaine spoke, a thunderous boom erupted. A terrifying tornado burst from underground, spinning like a high-speed blade that sliced the rocky terrain into powder. The shrieking wind roared toward the sky—and right at its center stood Blaine and Oak. The tornado’s diameter reached nearly twenty meters, surrounding them like a shield.

The wild winds swept up what few trees and boulders were nearby, flinging them skyward only to crash them back to the earth. Rocket agents turned pale, shielding their faces from the flying debris and crouching to avoid being blown away. Even stray rocks and broken branches struck Pokémon and trainers alike, causing chaos.

“That tornado was created by Mewtwo! All Pokémon, attack with your strongest moves!”

The Rocket commander shouted above the deafening winds. Though his voice was nearly drowned out, it reached the others. Soon, a barrage of lightning, flames, and water jets soared into the tornado, accompanied by flying-type Pokémon sending blades of wind into the mix. It was chaotic—violent yet majestic, like a full-scale battlefield.

“What?!”

“No way!!”

Gasps of disbelief rang out. The moment the attacks struck the tornado, they either veered off-course or were reflected entirely. Fire, electricity, and water were flung back into the Rocket ranks, as though refracted like sunlight on glass.

“Hmph! That’s no ordinary tornado. This is Mewtwo’s Illusion Technique—a supernatural phenomenon! The outer layer’s vectors have been altered by psychic power. Without immense strength, it can’t be broken, and all attacks are reflected. Try entering from the center, and the spinning winds will rip you apart! Only Mewtwo can do this—an all-in-one ultimate move!”

Logan snorted coldly. From underground, Mewtwo had triggered the illusionary tornado by destroying structural rocks, then rose with Logan to reunite with Blaine and Oak. Now, under the tornado’s protection, the group slowly ascended into the air via Mewtwo’s psychic power.

“When Mewtwo was nearly complete, I imagined this move… I never thought it could actually pull it off.”

Blaine muttered to himself, before snapping out of it. “Logan, we’ve got less than three minutes—let’s go!”

“No, there’s one last thing I must do, Blaine.”

Logan’s voice was low. The tornado slowly dissipated as he hovered in midair, staring down at the Rocket members who now glared skyward and barked desperate orders. The remaining Pokémon gathered energy for another desperate attack.

“Logan! Dodge or flee—don’t engage them head-on!”

Blaine knew Logan had no battle experience. He feared Logan would push Mewtwo into a draining clash. Even if Mewtwo could win, conserving energy was key to surviving the unknown trials ahead. Any true trainer would know that.

“There’s no need. Mewtwo—trigger the timed bombs beneath them: Future Sight!”

Logan thrust his hand downward. Mewtwo’s finger mirrored the motion with a slow spiral. The island trembled violently. The Pokémon standing at the center suddenly lost their balance. One by one, they toppled. Then came a chain reaction from beneath the island—a cataclysm of sequential Future Sight detonations.

The ground split. A massive sinkhole opened at the heart of the island.

“Earlier, I had Mewtwo plant Future Sight into all key points of the facility. Other Pokémon may not be able to do this, but Mewtwo can trigger them all at the same time—down to the second. Now… Mewtwo, no holding back! Use one final Aura Sphere and blow this cursed place sky-high!”

Logan’s expression twisted with fury as he gave the command. Mewtwo’s previously calm demeanor vanished. Its body radiated with purple psychic energy so intense it distorted the air. Between its hands, a deep violet sphere of concentrated energy spun rapidly.

With a powerful shout, Mewtwo hurled the ball downward. As it fell, it seemed to absorb ambient energy and rapidly expanded—reaching several meters in diameter.

This was Mewtwo’s ultimate strike. In normal battle, it would be hard to land—but here, with enemies trapped and cornered, it was perfect. The sphere fell into the giant sinkhole—directly into the sea.

The next moment, the ocean responded. From the point of impact, a massive vortex formed. It expanded, swallowing the island from the center outward. The entire ten-kilometer landmass was consumed.

“Help! Somebody save me!!”

“Aaahhh! I’m trapped under rocks—I can’t move!”

“We surrender! Please—have mercy!”

“Pidgeot, come get me! Fly me out of here!”

…

Screams of agony echoed from humans and Pokémon alike, but within the vortex, all were equally powerless. Nature’s force was overwhelming. Even water-type Pokémon couldn’t resist the pull, and flying-types attempting rescues were dragged down the moment they approached the sea’s surface.

The entire island—once a hub of cruelty and secrets—was wiped from the map under Mewtwo’s wrath. Only a few scattered bubbles and scraps floated where it once stood.

“Ah…”

Professor Oak sighed. He didn’t scold Logan, nor pity the annihilated Rocket members and their Pokémon. His sigh was that of an old man who had seen too much—tired, but understanding.

Every great trainer must face moments like this. A trainer may not be evil—but to protect their own life, and the lives of their partners, sometimes cruelty is necessary. Behind every elite trainer is a heart unwavering in its ideals.

In that moment, as Logan watched the island vanish beneath the waves, his mind felt clearer than ever. The suffocating hatred, the rage buried deep within this body—all of it faded. He knew that the wrath wasn’t his alone. It was the last lingering pain of the former Logan—the boy who had been tormented in that lab. And now, he had granted that boy’s final wish: to destroy the place that broke him.

He glanced at the flying Pokémon still circling overhead but didn’t order Mewtwo to finish them off. Pokémon aren’t inherently good or evil. They simply follow their trainer’s will. Now that their trainers were gone, they were just wild Pokémon again—innocent, directionless.

But Logan’s vision began to darken. He knew—if he didn’t act soon, he’d die too. Mewtwo’s cells had spread to his shoulder, inching dangerously toward his brain. This time… he wasn’t sure there’d be another miracle.

“Blaine… where are we headed? I… can’t hold on much longer…”

He clenched his teeth against the wave of dizziness, like crashing into a sugar low, and asked.

“Northwest. There’s a small reef five nautical miles away. Someone’s waiting for us there!”

Blaine had also noticed Logan’s deteriorating state and quickly answered.

“Mewtwo—northwest direction. Teleport!”

Logan rasped out the final command.

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