Just like some of the so-called first-tier Legendary Pokémon, Lunala and Solgaleo both exist as multiple individual beings.
While they might not have a clearly defined species or tribe like Lugia or Rayquaza, there's no doubt there's more than just one of each.
Lillie's little Cosmog alone is proof of that.
Judging from the "dream transmission" incident, it's clear that Cosmog's parents didn't die tragically—they simply entrusted their child to humans.
But Necrozma, whose divine rank surpasses theirs, is an entirely different case.
As the legendary "Radiant One," she has no kin.
At least, to this day, not a single second Necrozma has ever been found.
And honestly… this world probably couldn't sustain more than one Necrozma anyway.
To escape the agony of losing her light, Necrozma must ceaselessly pursue and devour light itself.
For instance, the light of the alternate dimension Ultra Megalopolis was completely stolen by Necrozma.
And that wasn't even the end—after swallowing the entire other world's light, she still wasn't satisfied. She immediately turned her gaze toward Alola, planning to invade and devour its light as well.
If the anime hadn't pulled a full-on deus ex machina, Necrozma's problem might never have been truly resolved.
As for the game's version of Necrozma…
That thing basically got beaten up by the protagonist, and then—nothing. No follow-up, no closure.
Classic Game Freak—set up a grand lore pit and never fill it in, treating the Legendary as just another glorified plot device.
At best, we can assume the Sun and Moon protagonist beat her down so thoroughly that she had no choice but to kneel, giving up on consuming Cosmog or absorbing Alola's light.
After all, Pokémon protagonists are always absurdly overpowered. Subduing a Necrozma? Totally reasonable.
Anyway, if there were a second—or heaven forbid, a third—Necrozma, the Pokémon world would probably skip straight past Dark Souls and head right into the Abyss Era.
Hmm… unless Arceus personally descended to slap some sense into that lawless beast.
But despite how dangerous Necrozma was…
When the gravely wounded Lunala collapsed before her, she still felt something unnecessary stir within her chest.
It wasn't love, of course—more like an inexplicable sense of safety?
Facing Necrozma as an enemy was a nightmare.
This was a predator who never let go—once she locked onto you, you had to be ready for a sudden space rift to open beside you and get obliterated in an instant.
But if Necrozma were your teammate…
Wow. Those hands would feel so warm.
As her thoughts wandered, the world's number one Necrozma fangirl, Lunala, began to spiral into her own dark and twisted fantasies.
For a few seconds, she even thought… maybe serving as Necrozma's portable battery wouldn't be so bad.
Yeah… the feeling of being completely drained of power wasn't as awful as she imagined—and it's not like her life would truly be in danger.
The more she thought about having Necrozma as an ally, the more she felt that "temporarily" obeying this human didn't seem so unacceptable anymore.
After all, her pride was already shattered the moment she fell under control—no point trying to patch it back up now.
"What's wrong with you? Did you hit your head or something?"
"Some birds do lose the ability to fly for a while after crashing, but you're not a bird, so what's going on?"
Seeing Lunala suddenly go unresponsive, Haru looked a bit concerned.
He was starting to wonder if his big girl—his "Necrozma"—had gone a bit overboard and broken poor Lunala in the process.
Sigh, in the end, it seems Necrozma's "blast impulse" was just too strong to contain.
Honestly, she could've just fought Lunala normally—but no, she had to blast her right when her opponent was on the verge of defeat.
If Lunala really ended up turning into a complete idiot because of that, would he have to take responsibility for her?
Getting caught by Team Rocket was already dumb enough—if she got any dumber, she'd be a certified case of "needs constant supervision."
Perhaps afraid Haru would get the wrong idea, Necrozma hurriedly defended herself:
"Impossible! I didn't even use that much power against her."
"And I've met this Lunala before—she's not that fragile."
"Back then, I tossed out six moves in a single second, and she still held up just fine."
"I even imprisoned her for a long time to borrow her power, but she eventually managed to escape."
As she said this, the grand "Miss Necrozma" clicked her tongue, sounding oddly nostalgic.
Back then, her mind was filled only with the desire to boil every being down into pure light—who could've guessed she'd one day shift from chasing light to chasing protein?
Such was the absurdity of life—even a first-tier god like her couldn't predict it.
"Whatever. Whether she's gone dumb or not, I'll leave her in your care for now. Make sure she doesn't do anything stupid."
Seeing Lunala still staring blankly into space, Haru sighed and gestured toward his towering companion, signaling her to keep watch.
Then, without hurrying, he walked over to the unconscious man who had been his opponent moments ago.
Truth be told, with Necrozma's power, a single casual move could've reduced that man to Rocket paste.
But since Necrozma had no interest in killing, and Haru still needed the guy alive for interrogation, he had barely scraped through with his life.
Haru cast a glance at the poor fool, then promptly snatched the Master Ball containing Latios from his hand.
Though Latias wasn't currently by his side, this Latios was clearly her older brother.
Judging by his performance earlier, he was pure "immature pseudo-legendary"—he couldn't even scratch Necrozma if she just stood there.
No wonder he and his sister Latias had once been driven to desperation by those twin thieves and their Espeon and Ariados.
After searching the man's body for a bit, Haru eventually found what he expected—a gemstone known as the Soul Dew in his pocket.
Though called a "dew," the energy it radiated was unmistakably Psychic-type, not water-based at all.
Only Latios and Latias could truly harness its power. In human hands, it was nothing more than an old trigger for the ancient defense system of Alto Mare.
And if the one activating it happened to be evil, the Soul Dew would simply vanish—and drag both the villain and the entire city of Altomare straight to hell with it.
Back before Gen VII, this thing was downright broken.
If Latios or Latias held it, their Special Attack and Special Defense stats were multiplied by 1.5—completely free of charge.
To put that in perspective, Choice Specs also boost Sp. Atk by 50%, but at the cost of being locked into one move.
The Soul Dew gave you the same buff to both Sp. Atk and Sp. Def—no drawback at all. That's how insane it was.
Unfortunately, later on, Game Freak nerfed it into the ground.
The original 1.5× boosts became a measly 20% power-up for Psychic and Dragon moves—not even as good as a Life Orb.
It became the weakest "Legendary-exclusive" item ever, even outclassed by the "trio of discount dragons" from Unova—whose orbs at least let them enter their Origin Forms.
As for the man's true identity...
Just as Haru suspected, that face wasn't real—it was some kind of synthetic "human-skin mask."
And beneath it was none other than Crispin of Blueberry Academy.
The moment Haru saw his real face, he had an odd feeling—something familiar he couldn't place.
At first glance, it looked like just some random guy. But the more he studied it, the more a strange sense of déjà vu crept up.
It took him a while to realize—
Right. The man's facial contours were similar to his own.
Not identical—his features differed in the details—but close enough to trigger recognition.
That was why the face seemed familiar, yet he couldn't remember where he'd seen it before.
Then he'd noticed the man's Pokémon—Appletun's final evolution, Hydrapple—and things started to click.
After all, Hydrapple wasn't a common Pokémon.
Its base form, Applin, had three possible evolutionary branches—Appletun, Flapple, and Dipplin.
And of those three, only Dipplin could evolve further into Hydrapple. The other two remained stuck at their first evolution stage.
In the games, this evolution path was entirely controllable.
Give Applin a Sweet Apple, it becomes Appletun; a Tart Apple, Flapple; a Syrupy Apple, Dipplin.
But reality worked differently.
In truth, whether an Applin could evolve into Hydrapple was determined the moment it was born.
It was a matter of innate talent, or perhaps destiny.
And since you couldn't tell what an Applin would become while it was still small, raising one was basically a gamble.
If you bet wrong, you were out of luck—no do-overs.
Hydrapple itself wasn't even pseudo-legendary—just on par with a starter Pokémon.
And compared to some of the stronger starters—like the overbuffed Charizard, or the invincible Rillaboom and Incineroar—it often fell short.
Add to that its rather unappealing design—basically a giant apple stuffed with worms—and it's no wonder few trainers ever raised one seriously.
Those who did were as rare as Kricketune stans.
Unfortunately, Blueberry Academy's Champion, Crispin, happened to be one of those few.
Even with a Dragonite and an Incineroar on his team, his ace was still Hydrapple.
So the moment Haru saw that Pokémon, he immediately guessed the man's identity—and sure enough, he was right.
Though how the purple-haired garlic-head ended up joining Team Rocket, and how they turned him into this, was anyone's guess.
But this was far from the first time Kieran had fallen into Haru's hands—it was, in fact, yet again.
At this point, it was practically fate.
Haru shot a glance at the unconscious Kieran, then turned toward Sabrina.
"By the way, why did he suddenly attack you?"
"I figured he'd be more interested in coming after me, honestly."
Back in Kitakami, Haru had interacted with Kieran for a time.
But even then, Kieran had already fallen under the influence of Pecharunt, becoming increasingly unstable.
He'd tried to pick fights with Haru several times, but every time, it was Kieran who ended up on the ground. Haru used him like a training dummy.
By the time Haru left Kitakami, most of the villagers affected by Pecharunt's energy had recovered—so naturally, Haru assumed Kieran had, too.
Apparently not.
In fact, he might've been better off still being controlled.
At least then he could claim, "It wasn't my fault—Pecharunt made me do it."
Now? No excuses.
Sigh. Maybe he should've let Ogerpon fight him instead—it would've been fun to see Kieran's face when that happened.
Haru actually felt a twinge of regret. He'd missed a golden opportunity.
As for Sabrina, she quickly replied, still rattled from earlier:
"I don't know, but he kept saying something about replacing me—becoming the next me or something like that."
"And… he has Psychic powers similar to mine."
"I think Team Rocket did some sort of strange experiment on him. That's probably why his personality twisted like that, and why he gained those powers."
Sabrina hadn't really wanted to answer—but after witnessing the sheer force Haru had just displayed, she couldn't help but feel… intimidated.
Her body was still weak, and if Haru got itchy for a fight again, she feared he might just "beat" her into a Ghost-type with his thorned staff.
She definitely couldn't handle that.
"Tch, I see."
"In any case, we can't let Team Rocket keep running wild. If they pull another stunt like this, it's not going to be fun anymore."
He waved a hand dismissively at her.
"Since you cooperated just now, I'll let you go. But next time we cross paths... you know what'll happen, right?"
At that, Sabrina instinctively squeezed her thighs together, an unreadable expression flickering across her face.
She didn't dare linger. Though still drained, she mustered the strength to summon her remaining Pokémon, asking them to carry her away from the battlefield.
As she left, though, her mind wandered back to that moment under the sea—when Haru had tapped her twice on the head with his "wooden fish staff."
Was that… a signal? Was he telling her to visit him at 2 a.m.? And if so, what exactly did he want from her then?
Surely not… that, right?
Her thoughts tangled into a mess as she cast one last, complicated glance at Haru before vanishing from his sight.
Meanwhile, Haru noticed a familiar figure approaching fast.
Mew. Just as he expected, the radiant deity's presence had lured her here.
"Master! Are you alright, nya? Did Necrozma hurt you?"
For once, Mew had shed her usual lazy demeanor, scanning Haru anxiously for any sign of injury.
"I would never hurt Master!"
Necrozma, who had been poking at the dazed Lunala, snapped her head up indignantly.
Then she turned to Haru and said,
"Oh, right, Master—I need to tell you something."
"This one here said she wants to come with us."
Necrozma gestured at the still-stunned Lunala lying on the ground.
"...Huh?"
"She wants to come with us? You didn't force her, did you?" Haru frowned.
"Of course not! I'd rather she just crawled back to Ultra Space."
"I used to chase light—but these days, I only chase good light."
"Maybe she's just drawn to you, Master. Perhaps she's… fallen for you?"
"Oh, please! I'm not some succubus."
Haru barked a laugh, shaking his head at Necrozma's ridiculous theory.
"..."
Meanwhile, off to the side, the second Mew propped her chin in her paws and suddenly felt… uneasy.
Was the number of Psychic-type Legendary Pokémon in this house getting out of hand?
Two Lugia, Mewtwo, Necrozma, Lunala…
Counting her, Haru now had five Psychic-type Legendary Pokémon at his side.
And if you added Mew—his most trusted Mythical Pokémon—that made six Psychic-types in total.
Though, in truth, the only ones Haru had actually captured were Necrozma and Mew.
The others, including herself, weren't technically his Pokémon.
Sure, he could occasionally use their help, and their relationship was close enough for them to pull off a Mega Evolution together—but she would never admit that Haru was her Trainer!
Still, setting her pride aside for a moment…
The fact that there were more and more Psychic Pokémon around Haru was not a good sign for Mewtwo.
Because that meant her edge as a pure Psychic-type Pokémon was getting smaller and smaller.
Those dual-type Pokémon had innate advantages that she didn't.
Sure, she could Mega Evolve to make herself stronger—
But the problem was, Necrozma could transform, too!
And its transformations were absolutely ridiculous, completely changing its type and unleashing absurd offensive power.
No way. If this kept up, she—the once peerless "daughter"—would soon fade into the background.
Should she go humbly ask "Father" for help? Maybe beg him to make her stronger?
Or… should she actually go to that annoying woman and learn from her?
Having only recently acquired new power, Mewtwo found herself torn once again.
After mulling it over, she finally made up her mind—
Late that night, she decided to secretly pay Haru a visit.