Pokémon: Trainers Start as Bounty Hunters.

Although Quixote wasn't hit, he was covered in dust and dirt from the shards.

"What are you pretending for?"

Tetsuya was fiddling with another piece in his hand, looking quite disdainful.

No one knows when he broke off the stone, but it was indeed remarkably effective—in every sense of the word.

"Damn bastard!"

Quixote's body trembled slightly, but he quickly calmed down, his expression even somewhat strange: "You can only resort to such petty tricks now. I hope you can maintain this state later."

He had barely finished speaking.

The dome of space suddenly split open from the middle, revealing a throne sitting in mid-air.

On the throne, a green-haired boy sat upright.

Although she looks only thirteen or fourteen years old, the look in her eyes makes her seem like she's in her thirties or forties.

"A world that uses Poké Balls to control them and force them to fight... is wrong."

His gaze swept over the spirits who were already in battle stances beside Tetsuya and the others, revealing an expression that seemed to be one of pity for the spirits.

"Brainwashed by Quixote? That guy is capable of anything, and he was just a kid!"

Kiku, the headmaster of Fanba Dojo, adjusted his hat and spoke in a low voice.

He had a daughter, a few years older than the boy on the throne, named Ziyu.

For this reason, he was more furious than others when he saw this scene.

Perhaps it's because they empathize with each other.

"Why waste your breath on them!"

Cattleya stretches out her hands: "Miss Goth, use your mental powers!"

"Gothic!!"

Miss Gothic, radiating purple light, had a cold expression, yet her attacks were extremely violent.

A powerful surge of superpowers rushed toward the throne in mid-air, causing the surrounding space to tremble.

"Foolish fellow."

Ghettoss, who had been lifted up by the three-headed dragon and flown to the same height as the throne, let out a cold laugh.

Suddenly, his scepter lit up with a blinding light, resonating with the intricate patterns engraved on the walls of the entire space.

A transparent wall of light appeared in the path that Miss Gothic would inevitably take in her attack.

"Wow, this energy is really something you don't even need to guess."

Feeling the energy within the wall of light, which clearly carried a sense of "victory," Zhe couldn't help but sigh.

This at least proves that there was nothing wrong with their actions.

Quixote has already obtained the energy of Victini; if he waits any longer, who knows what unexpected things might happen.

But perhaps... it's not too early.

"Rumble~~"

An altar slowly rose from the ground directly beneath the throne.

On the altar, a black bead with a small chip lay quietly in the center.

Tetsuya and Gadriya immediately activated their superpowers to try and interfere, but they were too late.

"Wake up." The boy's voice echoed in the empty space. "Together, let's correct this flawed world."

"Buzz!"

The black bead vibrated in response, and the "victory" energy of the Victini gathered along the patterns to its location.

A vast and oppressive aura slowly descended upon this space, causing everyone's faces to turn pale.

"Hahahaha, that's right, that's the feeling of power!!"

Quixote's face was pale, yet he opened his arms wide, embracing the air as if he were a madman.

Lightning flashed and filled most of the space in an instant, and violent electrical energy filled the space.

Tetsuya and the others had no choice but to retreat to the doorway and stand ready.

"Roar--!!!"

A deafening roar tore through the air, and the jet-black dragon spread its wings, with blue-white electricity leaping around its body.

Chapter 1139 Ideal and Reality

The head, with its iconic thundercloud-like protrusion described in legends, floats backward, and the red pupils appear particularly terrifying in the shadows.

At its tail, a huge, turbine-like structure made up of nested black rings spins at high speed, emitting a teeth-grinding grinding sound.

Visibly, electrons in the air are constantly being extracted, turning into violent electric currents that leap and roar around it.

"Is this... Czechrom?"

Tetsuya and the others looked extremely solemn.

"That's right!!"

Quetzs stood atop the high platform, a fanatical smile twisting his face: "This is the ideal dragon, Zekrom!!"

A new world belonging to us will soon arrive!!

His crimson pupils swept over Quixote and N on the high platform.

There was no approval in the eyes of the ideal dragon, only cold scrutiny.

The electric current around him became even more violent, as if it might indiscriminately attack everything around it at any moment.

"wrong……"

The green-haired boy, or as he could be called by his code name, N, slowly rose from the throne.

He reached out, as if to touch the dragon, his voice filled with confusion.

"I can feel your anger? Why? We're not..."

"Roar--!!!"

Czech Röhm suddenly shook his head, and a thick, blue-white column of electricity crashed down, making the entire enclosed space seem as if a thunderstorm had struck.

"Back off!!"

Cynthia issued a warning.

Fortunately, their location was far from the center of the hall and close to where they came from, so they quickly hid in the passageway.

The sky was filled with the smell of burning from the lightning strikes, and the once magnificent hall was reduced to a mess in just a few seconds.

"Clearly, it is not under control, and its power is not very strong, perhaps because it has just awakened."

Zhe was also calmly analyzing the situation.

"Yes, but even so, its casual attack is stronger than the full power of most Champion-level Pokémon."

"Moreover, that lightning seemed to have other special effects?"

If I had to describe it, it would probably be a feeling of 'destruction'.

"No matter what, we can't let Team Plasma succeed."

Boss Ju lowered the brim of his hat and said in a deep voice, "Gentlemen, prepare for battle!"

at the same time.

"why?"

N looked at Quigish, his eyes filled with clear doubt: "Shouldn't it work with us for the ideal world?"

"Of course it should."

Quixote's voice sounded somewhat distorted amidst the booming thunder, yet it carried an undeniable fervor.

He opened his arms as if to embrace the lightning: "But it has only just awakened, and its power and will have not yet been united with ours."

Now is the time to unleash your potential!

Go! Tell it! You are the 'King' of this world! You will create a world of ideals!!

"I...will give it a try."

N looked up at Czechoslovakia.

He could sense the other person's powerful aura and agitated emotions—perhaps because he had been forcibly awakened.

Her pale green hair swayed and danced amidst the surging electrical currents.

N closed his eyes and tried to communicate his inner ideals with Czechoslovakia.

In his imagination, it was a pure world where humans did not exploit Pokémon, and all Pokémon could obtain their own freedom.

"Pokémon being in human hands is a misfortune..."

This is what N was thinking, or rather, this is what Quixote had always been telling him.

Czechrom's black body, which was releasing lightning energy, twitched slightly, and its crimson eyes turned towards the human boy who was trying to communicate with it.

Known as the Dragon of Ideals, it doesn't care whether the so-called "ideal" is reasonable or whether it is actually needed by the world.

It only cares about one thing: how profound and powerful is the will and intention of an idealist to realize their ideal?

The friction sound of the turbine-shaped tail suddenly intensified, and the electric snakes leaping in the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

So, is your ideal heavy enough?

A cold, aloof voice, incongruous with her appearance, resonated in N's heart, followed by countless fragments of images.

He saw a wounded, abandoned dog lying beside a garbage dump, whimpering at an empty tin can.

There's also the Infernape that gets mercilessly scolded and whipped by its trainer, yet still tries its best to please them.

They also saw the small, oppressive, and dark space inside the Poké Ball, isolated from the outside world, and the indifferent or fanatical faces of the humans outside the ball.

Yes, N has always been able to hear these sounds.

His father told him that it was precisely because Pokémon were a misfortune in the hands of humans that they should be allowed to return to nature.

All this suffering will disappear once the ideal world arrives.

"I see......"

Czechrom's words echoed in his mind.

N's eyes were tightly closed, his body trembling slightly. Those painful fragments of images crashed against his heart like a tidal wave, making him feel their pain as if it were his own.

"Now! N, communicate with your heart! Let it see your weight!"

Quixote shouted excitedly from the high platform, his eyes flashing with fervor and eagerness.

He doesn't care about the process, only the result.

He also firmly believed that everything he had been instilling in the tool N was enough to gain Czechoslovakia's approval for his "ideal".

after all.......

"I've been preparing for this for a full twenty years!!"

Quixote laughed wildly: "My plan is absolutely flawless!"

"It's so noisy—"

"boom"

A flash of lightning sent the former flying and embedding him into the rock wall.

Czechrom stared at N, whose body was trembling violently, his eyes filled with scrutiny and assessment.

It is measuring whether the weight of that "ideal" in the human heart is enough to sway it, enough to make it recognize the boy in front of it as a "hero".

N's voice was filled with unwavering conviction, born from a long-held belief: "I want to create a world... a world where Pokémon are no longer bound by humans and can live freely!"

He opened his eyes, his pale green pupils reflecting the black body of Zekrom.