Fula City
A city where people live in harmony with the wind, a place known for its annual Wind Festival.
According to ancient legends passed down through generations, the Legendary Pokémon Lugia is said to descend on the final day of the Wind Festival, bringing with it the Blessed Winds.
That was the legend. The previous festival had already passed, and the next one had yet to arrive.
After spending a few quiet days training with his Pokémon in the uninhabited areas of Metallica Island, Paul arrived in this city of wind astride his Garchomp.
As he walked through every corner of the city, Paul could almost feel the breeze gently brushing against his skin.
His destination was clear: the mountain once considered forbidden, now located just behind Fula City. He was here in search of Zeraora.
After the last Wind Festival and the wildfire that followed, Zeraora had officially come under the protection of the Pokémon League. It was now allowed to roam freely around Fula City and the surrounding regions.
Within this designated area capturing, attacking, or even attempting to battle Zeraora without its consent was strictly prohibited. Violators would face severe punishment.
Aerial Rotom Drones now patrolled the skies, acting as a warning system. Anyone trying to interfere with Zeraora against its will would immediately be flagged. In serious cases, they'd be added to a League-wide wanted list.
So, even if Zeraora were spotted in the wild today, no foolish trainer would dare try and capture it.
Of course, League protection had its pros and cons. Sure, Zeraora was safe but that also meant it had to deal with swarms of curious tourists and overly enthusiastic locals who constantly tried to approach it for fun. Exhausted by the attention, Zeraora now spent most of its time hiding, seeking peace and quiet.
"Rotom, locate Zeraora for me." Paul said, taking out his Rotom Phone.
The Rotom Phone's map function used a form of psychic scanning to detect Pokémon. With Paul's guidance and Rotom's upgrades, it had evolved into a pseudo-radar capable of identifying specific presences within a limited range.
"Trainer, you can trust Rotom completely!" it chirped.
The phone hovered into the air, glowing brightly. Psychic energy pulsed outward from the device, blanketing the entire mountain in its scanning field.
Countless Pokémon signatures flickered across Rotom's mental map.
Tracking a random common Pokémon would have been tricky, but a rare species like Zeraora? That was manageable.
After three minutes of searching, Rotom finally saw it.
"Search complete! Rotom will now guide you!" The device announced, flying ahead like a glowing beacon.
Paul said nothing. Hands in his pockets, and he followed slowly behind.
Beneath the shade of a tree clinging to a rocky cliff, a large yellow feline Pokémon lay sprawled out lazily, its fur marked with lightning bolt patterns in black and blue.
The breeze danced around it as it relaxed, content with the peace and grateful that no hyperactive kids were bothering it—for once.
By rough calculation, it had been alive nearly a hundred years. And yet, day after day, human children still tried to play games with it.
"Isn't it more comfortable to just find a quiet place to sleep? Or does it really not know how to have fun with other Pokémon?"
Suddenly, the sound of soft footsteps pricked Zeraora's sharp ears. It opened its eyes scanning instinctively, only to spot a purple-haired boy standing on the gravel path beside the mountain stream below, calmly gazing up at it.
"Zeraora." Paul called out, his voice was calm but resolute.
"I've finally found you. Battle me."
As he spoke, Paul pulled out a Poké Ball and threw it forward without hesitation.
"Vireee~!"
With a flash of light, Electivire emerged, grinning with electric glee. His fists clenched, eager to pin Zeraora down and give it a proper beatdown.
"Aora?!"
Zeraora had been about to shake its head and simply walk away the moment Paul mentioned a challenge.
It wasn't that Zeraora disliked battling, it wasn't exactly a peacemaker but it wasn't one to seek out fights either. Especially not with trainers who tossed out Pokémon like Phanpy, Psyduck, or the occasionally strong Heracross.
After all, Zeraora's strength was close to that of an Elite Four-level Pokémon. How could average opponents possibly be a match for it?
But now? This Electivire… the aura it gave off was even stronger than Zeraora's own. That sparked Zeraora's interest.
The opponent was clearly powerful but Zeraora was a Mythical Pokémon, after all. Its speed and explosiveness came from the electric surges it could unleash from its limbs, allowing it to accelerate in an instant with thunderous force. Could it really lose to just a high-level Electivire?
"Aora~"
Zeraora crouched slightly, its entire body tensing like a coiled spring, ready to bolt.
If the opponent wanted a fight, then so be it. A justified beatdown might actually be a good way to open the door to mutual respect and maybe even get this trainer to engage in a real conversation afterward.
But before anything began, Paul calmly added:
"Get ready. Control your power. Let's begin."
"Vireee~"
Electivire slammed its fists together with a confident grin. In the blink of an eye, it vanished into a streak of golden lightning, reappearing with its right arm already descending in a Brick Break aimed straight at Zeraora.
Caught off guard by the sheer speed, Zeraora barely had time to react. It raised its arms in front of itself in a hasty block just before—
"Boom!"
The blow landed, sending Zeraora flying backward.
But Electivire wasn't done. Without missing a beat, it lunged in pursuit.
This time, Zeraora had time to prepare. A burst of lightning exploded from its body, its powerful innate force allowing it to launch itself as a streak of blue electricity, evading Electivire's follow-up and retaliating with a flurry of Close Combat and Power-Up Punch.
Blue and yellow lightning streaked across the sky, intertwining in a fierce midair duel. Whenever the two auras clashed, the blue bolt would be knocked away, but the yellow streak relentlessly closed in again and again.
Zeraora's greatest weapon was its speed.
It could release high-voltage electricity through the pads on its hands and feet creating an intense magnetic field. Using this field, it would launch itself forward with explosive bursts of speed and strength.
Somewhat similar to an innate, evolved form of Electromagnetic Levitation, Zeraora possessed the ability naturally but being a rather laid-back and go-with-the-flow kind of Pokémon, it had clearly never made much effort to hone it, either in the past or in the present.
As a result, its ability, while technically more advanced than Electivire's, lacked practical power due to its low proficiency.
Its theoretical potential surpassed Electivire's, but its actual execution fell short. In the early moments of the battle, Zeraora could barely keep pace by relying on Agility to create some space—but once Electivire's Motor Drive kicked in allowing it to accelerate rapidly, the tables turned.
Zeraora was quickly overwhelmed, forced into a one-sided beatdown.
And even then Electivire was holding back, it hadn't used Motivate or any of its more specialized techniques.
As the seconds ticked by, nearly ten minutes later with a dull "boom"—
Zeraora, bruised and battered was struck down from the sky by Electivire.
"Aoraaa~!"
Zeraora lay sprawled on the ground. Twice it tried to push itself up, but both times it failed. In the end, all it could do was lie there helpless, gazing longingly at Paul and Electivire.
After all, it couldn't be caught and they still had some experience-sharing to do. Electivire had already shown restraint.
"Torterra help it recover." Paul said, tossing out a Poké Ball.
"Raaaa..."
Upon appearing, Torterra observed Zeraora for a moment, then quietly activated Forest's Healing to begin healing it.
In less than half a minute, Zeraora was completely healed—even the hidden internal injuries left behind by a wildfire fifty years ago were forcibly restored by Torterra's life-giving energy.
"Aoraa~"
As Zeraora rose from the ground and flexed its hands, it realized for the first time in decades, how light its body felt.
It seldom fought, not just because it was peace-loving, but also due to the lingering trauma and damage from that wildfire half a century ago, which had severely stunted its power growth. Otherwise, with this much time, even with mediocre talent, it would've long since reached an Elite Four level of strength.
"Zeraora, the real reason we came to find you—" Paul began, "—is to ask if you'd be willing to teach Electivire your Plasma Fists. We want it to try learning it."
"Aora~"
Zeraora gave a look that said, "I thought so".
With that kind of power and that much persistence in traveling all the way here for a sparring match—of course they were here to poach a technique.
Still, it didn't really mind. It was just a move, after all. If they learned it, they learned it. If not, oh well. Teaching it wouldn't cost much.
Without delay, Zeraora began explaining the fundamentals to Electivire while demonstrating Plasma Fists in slow motion.
"Vireee!"
After a short while, Electivire suddenly waved at Zeraora signaling it to strike directly at its body.
With Motor Drive active, Electric-type attacks had little effect on Electivire under normal circumstances. Lightning was essentially harmless, it was only the physical force of the punch that might hurt a little.
Not that Electivire was concerned.
To truly grasp the essence of the Plasma Fist in this form, he needed to experience it firsthand, to feel the difference between Zeraora's version and the one he'd been developing himself.
"Aora~!"
It was the first time Zeraora had received such an unusual request. Without hesitation, it began unleashing a full-force Plasma Fist assault on Electivire.
It wasn't about dealing real damage, just about dishing out enough pain to make the impact undeniable.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Blow after blow echoed through the mountain canyon, loud and relentless.
Zeraora was going all out. Electivire, in turn, focused entirely on observation, absorbing the experience like nutrients, and refining every detail and integrating it into his own technique.
But before long, after a high-energy burst, Zeraora began to wear out.
Even though it was a Mythical Pokémon, Zeraora was designed more like a speed-based assassin than a tank. It wasn't built for extended sustained output, and after pushing itself for so long, fatigue had clearly set in.
"Viree~ Viree~"
That's it? Is that all you've got?
Electivire, feeling zero pressure, couldn't help tossing out a taunt.
The moment the words hit, Zeraora froze for a second—then, with a spark of resentment, it dug deep and launched another full-power barrage with everything it had left.
After another round of attacks, Zeraora collapsed, completely drained, and lying on the ground like it had been wrung dry.
Meanwhile Electivire, now fully charged from all the hits, gave it a glance, and casually summoned a Thunder to help it recover some stamina, and then turned its attention elsewhere—fully focused on refining its own version of the Plasma Fist.
As it turned out, Paul had been right all along.
Plasma Fist wasn't exactly a 1:1 combination of Plasma Shower and Thunder Punch—but it was close. More of an approximate equivalence (≈) than a direct formula.
The move Electivire had previously pieced together was essentially a basic executable functional but incomplete. Zeraora's version, on the other hand, was a fully-optimized program, hardcoded into its species.
It couldn't be copied directly. But with this powerful reference in hand, Electivire now had a clear path forward. It began tinkering with a new execution method—refining it, adjusting it, optimizing again and again.
At last, it didn't take long for Electivire to grasp its own personalized version of Plasma Fist.
It hadn't yet reached its peak power, but the rest was just a matter of time—mastery would come with training.
"Vireee~!"
Having achieved its goal, Electivire returned cheerfully to where Zeraora now fully healed by Torterra was resting. With a grin on its face, it started chatting excitedly about Zeraora's unique method of generating magnetic fields using electricity.
Technically speaking, Electromagnetic Levitation worked by generating a magnetic force through electricity, enough to lift the user off the ground.
It involved magnetism, sure—but didn't quite rise to the level of creating a true fully-formed magnetic field.
Zeraora, however, was different.
It had never learned Electromagnetic Levitation and yet Electivire recalled that Paul had said Zeraora, much like Mew, possessed innate powerful species traits. Not as overwhelming as Mew's Imposter-like Transform capabilities, perhaps, but still formidable.
Zeraora's ability to fly and accelerate came directly from generating magnetic fields through the electric currents in the pads of its hands and feet.
An extremely advanced racial trait.
"Aora?"
Zeraora tilted its head curiously, scanning Electivire from head to toe, trying to figure out where it discharged electricity the most.
The ability it intended to teach required a specific area on the body to release large amounts of electricity in order to generate a magnetic field for acceleration.
It examined Electivire for a while, and realized the Pokémon's biggest discharge points were the two antennae on its head.
Creating a magnetic field using... your head?
Uh... that image—yeah, no. Hard pass. That was way too awkward to even picture.
"Vireee~" ("Tch.")
Electivire rolled its eyes with an irritated snort.
Sure, it wasn't some walking sparkball with discharge points all over like Zeraora, but that wasn't the point. It wasn't trying to fire electricity from a specific spot, it was here to learn how to generate a magnetic field.
Besides, it could release targeted bursts of electricity to accelerate if it really needed to. Maybe not so much from its feet—they didn't handle electricity well, but its hands and tail? Those were fair game.
Once it mastered this magnetic field technique, it could sync its hands and tail with its legs, then its speed would soar to new heights!
"Zeraora~"
Zeraora didn't keep the technique to itself either. It generously explained how it created a magnetic field, then demonstrated it repeatedly.
After all, it was a natural-born ability even if Zeraora hadn't fully refined it, using it often enough had given it some solid insights.
And it passed those insights along during its impromptu lessons.
Thanks to that, Electivire learned quickly.
In just a few days, it had successfully grasped the method for generating a magnetic field and even integrated it into its own movement techniques.
Compared to before, its burst speed had increased by nearly a third.
That was enough to completely outpace even a fully optimized Razor Shell Surge Mode Samurott, and more than enough to cross dozens of meters in a flash, closing the distance and landing a clean punch before the opponent could react.
Put simply: for opponents with sluggish reflexes or slower bodies, unless they could launch an overwhelming full-coverage suppression tactic with zero blind spots, they'd stand no chance. Against Electivire now, they were little more than moving targets or punching bags.
At this point, Zeraora unobtainable though it was—had taught Electivire all it could. There was no more value in staying behind. It was time to move on.
"Thanks for the guidance."
Standing beneath the tree where Zeraora lay napping on a high branch, Paul gave it a slight bow of respect.
Then, he released his Garchomp, leapt onto its back and soared into the sky.
"Vireee~"
("Heh—I'll make sure our next opponent gets a real taste of what you taught me.")
Electivire flashed Zeraora a toothy grin, then fired up its newly learned electromagnetic field, surging forward to catch up with Garchomp and Paul.
"Aora~"
At that moment, Zeraora opened one eye, rolled off the branch, and took a huge bite out of the pile of Berries Paul had left behind.
A moment later, it couldn't help but chuckle.
(End of Chapter)
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