In this mysterious world brimming with infinite possibilities, Pokémon have three primary modes of evolution. The first is a natural progression that occurs when the time is right.
The second involves the use of naturally formed items as a catalyst for a crucial breakthrough, such as the famous Eevee family; Eevee requires a Thunder Stone to become Jolteon, a Fire Stone for Flareon, and a Water Stone for Vaporeon.
The third method involves specific Pokémon that require unique items to trigger a metamorphosis. These items might be natural or artificial, designed to induce mutations in a Pokémon's ever-changing genes, leading to a new form of evolution never discovered before.
Ralts belonged to the first category natural evolution. As long as her strength and growth reached a predetermined level, the evolution factor deep within her cells would trigger.
However, due to the immense mental power of Psychic-type Pokémon, she could consciously suppress and regulate this process, putting the cellular desire to evolve on hold. But such a pause could not last forever.
The laws of nature were irreversible; just as humans inevitably grow up, age, and die, evolution was proof that a Pokémon was maturing. Forcibly preventing it was essentially a form of cruelty toward the Pokémon's future development.
Ralts finally released her mental suppression over her cellular desires. In that instant, a brilliant white light erupted from her chest, gradually spreading until it enveloped her entire body.
She looked like a pure, warm angel, waiting for her life force to ascend to a higher plane!
Hisoka stood with his arms crossed, watching the scene unfold. A strange sensation spread through his heart an intertwining of excitement and sentimentality. It felt as if he were watching a child he had raised with great care finally taking flight.
The white light grew more dazzling, reaching a peak before suddenly contracting. The Ralts within the shroud of light began to transform rapidly, her body stretching and changing shape...
"Ha-ya!"
With a girlish cry, a pair of snow-white hands reached out from the radiance, instantly dispelling the fading glow. The white light vanished into the air like a scattering of stars. In its place stood a maiden-like Pokémon, roughly half again as tall as the Ralts she had been.
She had shoulder-length, emerald-green hair, and the two red horns that once sat atop her head had moved to the sides, looking like beautiful red hairpins pinned into her vibrant locks.
Her upper body resembled a ballerina's tutu, while her lower half consisted of a pair of slender, emerald legs.
Not Ralts anymore it's Kirlia! Hisoka stared at the familiar yet strange figure with excitement, his fists clenching slightly. This was his first Pokémon, his very first family member in this world...
Lulu... I have always been your Lulu, Hisoka. Ever since the moment you gave me this name, it has been the mark of my life! A voice rang out in Hisoka's mind. It was no longer the high-pitched chirps of a toddler but a hollow, slightly aloof voice of a young girl.
Her large, beautiful red eyes met Hisoka's stunned gaze. She brought her hands together at her waist and performed a standard, graceful bow. "Allow this one to secure this victory for Master. In the many battles to come, this one shall bring you endless glory."
It was often said that evolution could drastically alter a Pokémon's personality and behavior. Initially, Hisoka had been skeptical of such research conclusions, but seeing Kirlia's performance today, he finally believed it. Although their bond remained unchanged, the current Lulu this Kirlia was worlds apart from the Ralts she once was.
Kirlia turned to face the impatient Sneasel. "Now, I shall start with you. This one intends to teach you a lesson for your rudeness!"
"Snea!"
Sneasel shook its right claw dismissively and ran it across its throat in a provocative gesture. As a Dark-type Pokémon, it naturally held the advantage over Psychic-types. Her most powerful Psychic moves would be completely ineffective against it. With that in mind, what was there to fear?
Adhering to the timeless survival theory that the first to strike gains the upper hand, Sneasel immediately lunged forward with a Quick Attack. It closed the distance with lightning speed, its right claw raised in a menacing tear-and-slash posture. However, unnoticed by many, its left hand was secretly becoming shrouded in a nearly invisible black mist.
If not for the help of high-speed cameras, Hisoka would have struggled to track Sneasel's movements with his naked eye. It seemed he still had a long way to go compared to top-tier Trainers; being unable to see a Pokémon's movements was a major disadvantage in actual combat against stronger opponents.
This was Sneasel's Feint Attack, a Dark-type move. It used a diversion to draw the opponent's attention before striking with the hidden left hand. Combined with Sneasel's extreme speed, it was theoretically a guaranteed hit.
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