With Giratina emerging from the Reverse World and the black Mega Rayquaza taking position, three colossal dragons surrounded Dialga from different angles.
Their gazes locked onto it.
The pressure was suffocating.
Dialga nearly cracked on the spot.
"Wait—what is going on?"
"Where did all these Legendaries come from?"
"And why are they all staring at me?!"
"I just like a little gossip! Is that worth getting jumped by half the pantheon?!"
Giratina roared immediately.
"You blabbermouth! If you leak my plans, I'm finished! If I don't beat you up, who will?!"
Dialga, of course, knew exactly what plan that referred to.
Giratina had spent ages in the Reverse World shouting about taking revenge on Arceus.
Dialga had heard it all.
Every dramatic declaration.
Every brooding monologue.
Which was precisely why Giratina always attacked first.
It feared Dialga might one day rewind time and casually mention it to Arceus.
As for Palkia?
Its "secret" was less destructive, more embarrassing.
It loved showing off its spatial authority in other dimensions, basking in awe and praise—
Yet acted dignified and aloof in the main world.
A bit… two-faced.
Given all that, Dialga knowing too much and getting beaten up frequently wasn't surprising.
But Rayquaza?
Two of them?
Dialga had never even met these two.
Why were they here to beat it too?
It felt personally attacked.
Aiden suddenly appeared at the very center of the five dragons, as if he were the true sovereign of the battlefield.
"Dialga."
"I want to capture you."
"You can choose one—Mega Rayquaza, the black Mega Rayquaza, or Giratina."
"If you win, you leave."
"If you lose… become my Pokémon."
—
Below, at Mt. Coronet, the gathered Champions and Elite trainers watched in stunned silence.
They had already been shaken by Rayquaza's dominance.
But when Giratina appeared—and obediently followed Aiden's command—
A terrifying possibility formed in their minds.
Did he… just come back from the Reverse World?
And capture Giratina?
The thought sent chills through everyone present.
Giratina was Sinnoh's most violent ancient deity aside from Arceus.
If Aiden had truly subdued it…
Then what exactly was his limit?
Lorelei's gaze toward Aiden grew even more curious.
This man was far more interesting than rumors suggested.
—
In the sky, Dialga stared at Aiden.
Something about him felt… familiar.
"Wait. Give me three minutes."
"I need to check something."
Aiden smiled faintly.
He understood instantly.
Dialga was about to use its time authority to review future timelines involving him.
He didn't mind.
If Dialga saw how things ended for itself—
The battle might end without bloodshed.
Palkia hovered nearby, arms crossed in spatial distortion, clearly entertained.
Seeing Dialga look uneasy was deeply satisfying.
Moments later—
Time rippled.
Dialga returned from its temporal inspection.
But now—
The way it looked at Aiden had changed completely.
There was no anger.
No pride.
Only something dangerously close to admiration.
"Um…"
"I just want to ask…"
"Do you still need Legendaries?"
"Like… are you short on any?"
The battlefield went dead silent.
Even Palkia and Giratina were stunned.
What did this idiot just see?
Why did it look like it was volunteering?
Aiden blinked once.
Then coughed lightly.
"Well… since you're offering…"
"It would be rude to refuse, wouldn't it?"
He took out a Master Ball.
Dialga didn't resist.
It leaned forward—
And lightly tapped the ball.
A flash of light.
The Temporal Pokémon was drawn inside.
Click.
Captured.
"Ding! Congratulations, Host, for capturing Dialga!"
Above Mt. Coronet—
The god of time had just willingly signed a lifetime contract.
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