Under the boost of the High Horsepower move, Glastrier's figure instantly blurred into an afterimage.
Zorua stared, dumbfounded, instinctively halting the release of his own move and shifting into a defensive stance.
If he didn't use Protect, he was probably about to get sent flying, right?
But before he could even react, Glastrier's body had already moved.
The snowflakes and hailstones along his path were instantly shredded, forming a vacuum zone over two meters in diameter.
And Glastrier was right in the center of that zone, slamming fiercely into Zorua's small body.
BOOM!
After a loud bang, Glastrier landed with a crash, and the center of the entire plaza collapsed into a deep, bottomless crater due to his charge.
Zorua had already turned into a gray meteor, flying into the sky with a dazed expression, confusedly looking down at the ground.
'What the heck?'
'Why am I flying?'
At the moment of impact, Zorua's Protect shield was instantly shredded, and he was blasted away like a paper doll.
If it weren't for N's powerful connection, that hit alone could've KO'd him dozens of times over.
"Neighhh~"
Glastrier didn't even spare a glance at Zorua or N. His cold eyes glanced toward Axel.
The meaning was obvious.
'Ain't I awesome?'
Axel: "..."
It did look pretty awesome, but the battle style was too primitive, comparable to brute force jailhouse brawling.
With the standard Glastrier had just shown, it wouldn't even be considered talented if this were twenty years ago.
Forget Mewtwo, he wouldn't even beat Little Phoenix.
If commanded properly, he might not even be able to handle Gardevoir.
Seeing Axel smiling and shaking his head, Glastrier got completely hyped.
'See! Just a small move from me and he's already identifying with me as his Pokémon.'
'He's already smiling and shaking his head coolly at the enemy!'
'Once this battle is over, won't he be begging me to join his team, cover all my expenses, and lead me to save the world?'
'Cloud, master, this move... we struck gold!'
"Neighhh~"
The more Glastrier thought about it, the more excited he became. The battle intent in his eyes nearly took physical form.
The wind and snow swirling above the academy immediately pressed downward, gathering around the shattered edges of the arena.
The howling gale felt like the end of the world, almost lifting the ground.
The students in the field instantly scattered, leaving only Iono, Axel, and the soon-to-be-beaten N standing on the massive plaza.
Glastrier's Signature Move, Blizzard.
Although Glastrier wasn't very good at special attacks, he knew exactly how to act cool in an enemy's formation.
What he just did was the equivalent of knocking out the enemy general, now was the best time to mow down the rest!
If this next move lands... wouldn't that totally charm his trainer?
Glastrier could already imagine himself standing there, arms folded, solemnly testing Axel.
And just then...
A crisp voice rang out, "I forfeit."
"Huh?", Glastrier's Blizzard stopped abruptly, and he looked at N in disbelief.
'This guy just put on such a show, and now he's forfeiting?'
'Where's your pride?'
'Where's your spine?'
'You freaking kidding me!'
N looked calmly at Glastrier. "I'm sorry, I don't want any Pokémon to be injured in battle."
"Especially not because of me."
"Pokémon should live for themselves. That's the right granted to them by the heavens."
Glastrier: "..."
'Screw you, sure, living for themselves is great.'
'But when I was starving looking for a trainer, where was your financial aid?'
'Standing around talking nonsense without consequences, huh?'
'If this weren't an arena and you weren't a kid, I'd show you what a hoof-sized fist looks like right now.'
'Choosing a trainer one likes, now that's the right bestowed upon Pokémon by the heavens!'
Glastrier walked forward a few steps and stopped next to N.
A hint of surprise flashed in N's eyes.
He clearly felt this Pokémon didn't like him, so why was it walking up to him?
'Could it be... he's been moved by Father's ideology and wants to join me in creating an ideal Pokémon nation?'
Just as N was getting lost in thought, Glastrier suddenly turned around.
That massive backside stopped right in front of N, and a giant tail swept across him, almost knocking N's bones out of place.
Without any chance to react, N was already lying on the ground.
["Done fighting, I'm out… this lord still has to repair the arena!"]
"Yoho?"
Seeing Glastrier's reaction, Axel couldn't help but laugh.
'This guy isn't just loyal, he is also a horse of principle.'
'Looks like there's going to be another oddball in the legendary team from now on.'
As Axel's lips curved upward, Glastrier squinted quietly.
'Even if I don't act for two thousand years, my showboating technique is still unmatched in the world!'
Just as he was full of emotion and ready to drag Axel backstage to flex on N's face, he suddenly felt a warm sensation on his back.
He turned around and saw that pink Dragonair had somehow climbed onto him.
Glastrier: ⊙(・◇・)?
Dragonair: (^▽^)
After finding a comfy spot on Glastrier's back, Dragonair let out a soft, baby-voiced roar.
'Big horse, big horse, are you also Master's Pokémon?'
'Let me introduce myself, I'm the dragon-type trainer raised by Master.'
'Now we're fused into... White Dragon Horse!'
Glastrier: "???"
'What the hell is a White Dragon Horse? You're not even white!'
Dragonair giggled and conjured up a mirror-like surface of water in front of Glastrier.
'You're the horse, I'm the dragon, we're White Dragon Horse!'
Seeing the over-the-top interaction, Gyarados was completely frozen in place.
Duraludon, on the other hand, reacted swiftly. He immediately charged onto the arena.
Skillfully, he removed Dragonair from Glastrier's back and wrapped her around his own neck.
Then, after giving Glastrier a deep bow, Duraludon rubbed his hands together and hoisted Glastrier onto his own back.
While Glastrier stared blankly, Duraludon gave a very "reasonable" explanation, 'Just now, my little sister riding you was my fault. Now that you're riding me, we're even, alright!'
Glastrier: "..."
'Axel's team... seems kinda complicated, huh...'
'But no worries, as long as you guys take me to save the world, I'll take care of all the posturing!'
Glastrier leapt off the general's back and whispered something into Gyarados's ear.
The next moment, Gyarados's eyes lit up.
The wind and snow howled, growing even fiercer.
Even with Axel's vision, visibility in this environment was less than ten meters.
Iono tugged Axel's sleeve a bit nervously, "Everyone's already left the field. Maybe we should go too?"
"This Glastrier... he seems kind of unstable."
"Even though he's currently under your mind control, who knows when he might turn on you."
Axel: "..."
'For the last time, I'M NOT USING MIND CONTROL!'
If Iono hadn't just bought so many things for Gardevoir and the others today, Axel would've shown her right now why the flower is so red.
He took a deep breath and was just about to patiently explain, the snowstorm suddenly lessened a bit.
And the next second, Glastrier and Gyarados appeared in Axel's line of sight.
Axel instinctively glanced over, and was immediately stunned.
"I... what the hell?"
'No wonder this guy was still only level 70 after all these years since the great depression.'
Axel had assumed it was just harder for legendary Pokémon to level up, and that Glastrier had lacked resources all this time.
'But now it seems...'
'You've been spending your days studying how to act cool, haven't you?'
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