Before Logan could say anything, Misty leaned in curiously, her eyes fixed on the Poké Ball in his hand. Even as the Gym Leader of Cerulean City, she had never seen such a legendary item before.

“It’s not quite as magical as it sounds,” Logan explained. “The principle behind capturing Pokémon with Poké Balls is simple—you weaken them first. The lower their stamina, the easier it is to hit them with a Poké Ball and prevent them from breaking out. Wild Pokémon live by the law of survival of the fittest. Once they’re defeated and caught, they tend to obey the victor. But that’s just obedience—true partnership takes time and a strong bond.”

Professor Oak walked over with a warm smile, stepping in to expand on Logan’s explanation. As one of the world’s leading experts on Pokémon, his words instantly drew everyone’s attention. Blaine might specialize in genetics, but when it came to behavioral science, Oak was unmatched.

“This Master Ball, manufactured by Silph Co., is made with some of the rarest materials in the world. It’s absurdly sturdy, and due to its complex craftsmanship, very few exist. I saw one just once—at a Silph-sponsored academic conference. Theoretically, if you manage to hit a Pokémon with this ball, no matter how powerful, it can’t break out. But as for legendary Pokémon? We’ve never had a real test case.”

“Even if the ball can hold them,” Oak added, “getting them to obey is another matter entirely. Those legendary Pokémon—many of them don’t just possess power; they are power. Manifestations of nature itself, governed by immense intelligence and free will. Without special means—or a deep, emotional bond—controlling them would be nearly impossible.”

Oak chuckled heartily, clearly enjoying the chance to share his knowledge. It was in his blood—teacher, researcher, and mentor to many of the world’s finest Trainers.

“So you’re saying it’s basically impossible to catch a legendary Pokémon?” Logan frowned, clearly disheartened. In the games he once played, the Master Ball was his go-to solution for capturing the strongest legendaries. But now that he’d seen Mewtwo’s terrifying power in the flesh… who wouldn’t be tempted by the idea of commanding such strength?

From what he’d seen, Logan was convinced: even with his amateur skills, if he returned to his original world with Mewtwo, wiping out an entire fleet like the U.S. Pacific Navy would be trivial. Aircraft carriers—symbols of human military might—would be nothing but floating scrap metal in front of Mewtwo. Conventional weapons would either miss or be rendered useless against its psychic shields.

At first, Blaine’s claim that Mewtwo could end the world seemed like an exaggeration—but now? Logan believed it. Mewtwo might not literally destroy the planet, but erasing human civilization? Absolutely possible. City after city could fall like dominoes.

Among all legendary Pokémon, Mewtwo might not have the raw power of others, but its complexity and versatility made it one of the most dangerous. In terms of overall strength, Mewtwo stood firmly among the elite.

Oak nodded thoughtfully. “I’ve studied the behavioral differences between wild and trained Pokémon. Wild ones act purely on instinct, which gives them power—but also limits their growth. Once a Pokémon is caught and begins working with a Trainer, it shifts. It relies not just on its strength but also the Trainer’s strategy. That’s why trained Pokémon grow stronger—they learn.”

“But there’s a downside. Without their Trainer’s commands, such Pokémon can become lost. They grow dependent. That bond becomes unbreakable.”

Then Oak gave Logan a sly wink. “Legendary Pokémon follow the same behavioral patterns. Sure, you can use special means to catch or control them—or build a bond. But the most reliable way? Beat them. Over and over. Make them yield to your strength.”

That earned a round of laughter. If legendaries were really that easy to defeat, humans wouldn’t have needed to build a peaceful society with Pokémon. The only reason the world moved away from war was because humans had lost to these legends in the past.

Logan felt a twinge of sorrow for humanity. Mewtwo alone was terrifying—but there were others with comparable power. And if a group of legendaries joined forces… they could erase human civilization several times over. No wonder so many ancient civilizations had been wiped from history.

“These aren’t problems for you to worry about just yet,” Blaine interrupted. “Right now, something more pressing needs your attention.”

He looked serious as he pulled out a special Poké Ball. “When I fled the lab, I took this from the Rocket base. This Master Ball contains the genetic solution used in Mewtwo’s incubation. As long as it stays inside, Mewtwo’s genetic structure will continue stabilizing. I can’t say exactly how long it’ll take, but it won’t be forever. Until then, it’ll have strict limits on how long it can fight. If you go past that limit, your own body will collapse from the strain.”

He frowned again. “I originally thought this Master Ball would be enough to contain it—but after seeing how Mewtwo shredded Silph Steel, I’ll create backup solutions. I’ll prepare more genetic fluid and infuse it into some Ultra Balls, just in case this one breaks.”

Logan nodded with gratitude. Blaine might have been led astray by ambition before, but at heart, he was still a true scientist—thorough, responsible, and forward-thinking.

“But… why did Team Rocket even have a Master Ball?”

Logan examined the one in his hand. All Poké Balls were crafted with special materials. Up close, they were partly transparent, letting Trainers see the Pokémon inside. From afar, the casing hid the contents, keeping opponents guessing.

Inside the ball, Mewtwo sat in its genetic solution, seemingly asleep. But when Logan’s gaze met its own, Mewtwo opened one eye and gave him a faint, knowing smile.

“You’re sharp, Logan,” Blaine said. “The Pokémon League has long suspected a link between Team Rocket and Silph Co. Rocket started as a small crime syndicate, just doing dirty work for Silph in the shadows. Silph, being the largest manufacturing giant in Kanto, was too powerful—even within the League itself. So the League turned a blind eye.”

He shook his head in frustration. “But Rocket grew too fast. Now, even the League can’t handle them. Silph has likely lost all control. Whoever leads Team Rocket now… they’ve hidden in the shadows for decades without slipping up once.”

“Logan, be careful. You’ve stolen their most valuable asset. They will come after you. I can tell you want to be a real Trainer—and that means traveling, battling, making yourself visible. Rocket will strike when you least expect it.”

Professor Oak gripped Logan’s shoulder—surprisingly strong for a man his age. “Don’t rely too much on Mewtwo. That power will overshadow your own growth. But when you’re truly in danger—use it. No hesitation. Your life comes first.”

His words were heavy but full of warmth. Logan nodded firmly. “I understand, Professor. I’ll be careful.”

Oak smiled. “I knew you were different the moment I met you. More mature than most kids your age. I believe you’ll find the right balance.”

Throughout all this, Misty had remained quiet. But whenever Team Rocket came up, her face darkened. She tried to speak a few times, but always hesitated.

Oak and Blaine hadn’t noticed—but Logan, being a teenage boy, was far more attentive to the pretty girl next to him. He leaned in. “You okay, Misty? Are you feeling sick?”

She snapped out of it and quickly smiled. “No, no! I just remembered something unpleasant. But hey—if you’re aiming to be a Trainer, we’ll definitely meet again. When you come challenge my Gym in Cerulean, don’t expect me to go easy on you!”

She winked playfully, lifting the mood.

Oak and Blaine laughed. “Watch out, Logan! Misty placed high in the last Kanto League. After relentless training, she beat all her challengers and inherited the Cerulean Gym.”

“I think I’d prefer she go easy on me,” Logan chuckled, playfully pretending to be scared.

He knew Gym Leaders were more than just Trainers—they were the backbone of their cities. Like military commanders, they defended their homes against threats. Blaine, though not the strongest, could hold off hundreds of Rocket agents alone. If he hadn’t been protecting Logan and Oak, he might’ve wiped them all out by himself.

“Blaine, what’s your next move?”

As the conversation drew to a close and everyone began recovering, the moment of parting arrived.

“I’m returning to Cinnabar Island,” Blaine said. “Sometimes, the most dangerous place is the safest. I have a secret lab beneath the Gym. I’ll lay low there for now… The lab’s public operations will have to shut down.”

“Rocket’s plan is in ruins. Mewtwo destroyed all their data. They won’t give up—they spent twenty years on this. But even with more Mew DNA, they can’t recreate Mewtwo. That kind of success was a miracle. Still, they’ll try, blindly. Their leader must be furious.”

“And you, Professor Oak? What will you do?”

“I’m going back to Pallet Town,” Oak replied without hesitation.

“That’s too risky! They’ll find you there!” Blaine said, alarmed.

“I don’t care,” Oak said, eyes blazing. “Pallet is my dream—my life’s work. I won’t abandon it. I’ll return and rally the Trainers and League members. Rocket might hide for now, but we’ll push back hard.”

Blaine fell silent. He could never see through this old man. Oak always had more strength than he let on.

“And you, Logan? Want to come to Pallet with me? You’re from Viridian, right? Pallet is part of that region—it’s your hometown too.”

Logan hesitated briefly, then nodded. “Sure. I’ll go with you, Professor. Honestly… I don’t have anywhere else.”

He smiled bitterly. In this world, he had no family or friends. No one except the Mewtwo in his hand… and these two old men. Misty was still just an acquaintance.

“Then treat Pallet like your home, and treat me like family,” Oak said kindly. “Misty, could you get us there? Your Water Pokémon should handle it easily.”

“Of course!” Misty gave a confident salute. “Leave it to me!”

Logan noticed her small chest puffing with pride and almost laughed—but wisely said nothing.

“Then I’ll take my leave,” Blaine said. “Logan—next time we meet, I hope you’ve become a true Trainer.”

He gave a thumbs up, leapt onto his Charizard, and vanished into the southwest sky with a roar.

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