Pokémon: Starting From Zero as a Legendary Pokémon

Kimia fell silent for a moment before steering the topic back toward Volcanion.

"Sora, you really are incredible."

"To think you'd come up with methods like controlling and dismantling moves like that."

Kimia truly admired Sora.

To her, he almost seemed omnipotent.

"Oh, this?"

Sora modestly replied:

"It's not actually my original idea. I just found inspiration from someone else."

"Someone else?"

"Coordinators."

When training Volcanion, Sora had referenced the techniques used by Pokémon Coordinators.

And he had to admit—Coordinators really did have some impressive skills.

They were completely different from the common anime misconception of "all style, no substance."

Traditional trainers emphasized tactics—

move combinations, combat reactions, battlefield performance.

As for the fine manipulation of individual techniques, they generally paid far less attention to that sort of thing.

To put it bluntly—

Pokémon battles leaned far more toward overwhelming force.

And honestly, that was understandable.

Battle tempos were too fast.

Opportunities vanished in an instant.

Who had time to perform complicated move transformations during combat?

Volcanion itself also lacked talent in that area.

It was the very definition of a brute-force powerhouse.

"Once inspiration exists, the next step is simply relentless practice."

"Thankfully we have Victini."

"Otherwise, with Volcanion's level of control, who knows how long it would've taken to fully master this technique."

"Victini can organize the energy inside its body and analyze the flow patterns."

Sora explained:

"If once isn't enough, then do it ten times."

"If ten times isn't enough, then a hundred."

"Eventually, Volcanion's instincts will naturally tell it how to split a single Steam Eruption into multiple Steam Burst Shots."

As a result, Victini had been absolutely overworked lately.

Sora only needed to move his lips and give instructions.

Victini, meanwhile, had to handle all the complicated stuff—

sorting energy,

reporting energy ratios,

monitoring circulation paths—

busy beyond belief.

Fortunately, the little one was thoroughly enjoying herself.

She had practically become the team's official coach now and was incredibly proud of it.

"Bini-bini!"

At that moment, Victini flew over while wildly gesturing with her hands.

"You're saying Volcanion wants to try that move again?"

"That move?"

Kimia had no idea what they were referring to.

"A move I developed for Volcanion."

Sora said:

"For now, I've named it 'Hydrogen Cloud.'"

In Japanese, hydrogen bombs are also called Suiso Bakudan.

Sora had borrowed the first two characters and added "Cloud" afterward based on the phenomenon created by the attack.

"Hydrogen Cloud? I've never heard of a move like that."

"Well, it's newly developed."

Sora revealed a teasing smile.

"It's a very beautiful move."

A move Sora himself described as "beautiful"—there was no way Kimia could miss seeing that.

"Go tell Volcanion I approve."

Sora explained that because the move was excessively dangerous, Volcanion was strictly forbidden from using it casually.

Permission from Sora was mandatory before activation.

"Bini~~"

After receiving approval, Victini waved goodbye and hurried off to notify Volcanion.

The moment she finished delivering the message, she immediately fled back to Sora's side like she was escaping for her life.

The sight made Kimia chuckle.

At the same time, her curiosity deepened.

Just what kind of move could make even Sora and Victini this nervous?

"Boom!"

At the center of the lake, Volcanion stepped forward heavily.

At the same time, the blue markings across its body began flashing in strange rhythms.

Its pipe-like arms rose above its head.

On the left and right—

fire-type energy and water-type energy continuously converged and collided at the center point.

Then—

a bizarre transformation appeared.

Large quantities of water and fire energy intertwined together, forming layer upon layer of protective membranes.

They tightly wrapped around the indescribable change occurring at the very core, suppressing it with all their might.

"Over ninety percent of the energy is spent constructing the outer shell."

"For stability."

"And for better control."

"It's unavoidable expenditure."

Sora's explanation only left Kimia more confused.

Clearly, massive amounts of energy were being wasted—yet Sora claimed it was necessary.

Didn't that mean the actual destructive power came only from the tiny core at the center?

That level of efficiency…

Kimia didn't even know how to describe it.

Still, she voiced no opinions.

She simply continued waiting silently for Volcanion's next action.

There was no next action.

Because the instant Volcanion completed construction of the move—it was like a bomb whose fuse had burned to its end.

A terrifying radiance completely engulfed the world.

Sound vanished.

Along with everything else that had once existed within Kimia's field of vision.

She could see nothing.

Nothing at all.

Only endless blank whiteness remained—

alongside the violently trembling earth beneath her feet,

and the instinctive terror all living beings felt toward catastrophic destruction.

At that moment, Kimia genuinely felt as though her heart had stopped beating.

"T-this is…"

When the light finally dimmed,

what appeared before Kimia was a flower of destruction so beautiful it defied words—

formed from dust, smoke, steam, and vapor.

At some point, Sora had already risen to his feet.

The boy spread his arms wide.

It looked as though he were embracing that apocalyptic flower—

or perhaps presenting this magnificent canvas, woven by his own hands.

"Thank you for watching…"

Sora turned around.

With the world-destroying bloom behind him, he smiled faintly.

"It's beautiful, isn't it, Kimia?"

The apocalyptic flower became the boy's backdrop, making him resemble a god presiding over the end of the world itself.

Within him, Kimia saw something almost divine.

Something mesmerizing.

She didn't know how much time passed before the drained lakebed slowly refilled with water once more.

This lake was enormous—

over a thousand meters wide.

Yet even so,

it could barely serve as a flowerpot for that devastating blossom.

"Well…"

"Pretty as it is, cleanup afterward is a nightmare."

Sora removed his sunglasses.

The fanaticism from moments ago vanished instantly, replaced by helpless resignation.

"Vee, remember to have Volcanion restore the surrounding environment afterward."

"Ever since this guy learned the move, he keeps wanting to blow something up."

Sora was starting to regret teaching Volcanion the phrase:

"Explosion is art."

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