Chapter 60.2- Oak

Kisame rushed into Dragonite with an aura of water surrounding her just as Kenpachi began his retreat. He walked backward, keeping his face toward the dragon, and when it tried to pounce on him, sensing some sort of weakness in my Pokémon, Kisame was there. She was a storm bound in flesh as she moved. Every swipe of her tail was matched with a blast of water that could rip through solid stone with ease. Against Dragonite’s body, the water broke, barely eliciting a wince from the durable creature. It didn't matter, though. Kisame wasn't the one going to be causing the real damage. That honor belonged to Snorlax and Gai. Their punches might as well have been cannon shots for all the damage they did. Post-evolution, and after months of training to get used to his body and hone his strength, Gai was living up to the mantle of Pseudo-legendary. The team was all roughly on the same level now, so it was difficult to point out any Pokémon's growth as a standout. Speaking of growth, though, I turned my gaze to Broly, watching him zip around his opponent, harrying him with his stone axes. I needed a way for Broly to reliably damage much more durable opponents. When I said the team was on the same level, I lied. More often than not, Broly could hold out against any member of the team, using his speed to cause chaos and dodge attacks by the skin of his teeth. The only problem was that he was almost never able to beat any of them. It always ended in draws. He was strong, but the team was beginning to leave him behind. That could not be allowed to happen. I could already see it in his eyes whenever Igneel hit a new feat or when Kenpachi easily mastered a new rock-type maneuver. He felt like he was being left behind by the youngsters, and I couldn't let that continue. I'd find something for him. Extreme Speed was an excellent equalizer, but now we needed to do a bit more than equalize. We had to go beyond, plus ultra (couldn't resist).

The fight between Drakloak and my ghost hunters was nothing more than a tense standoff as things stood. The ghost dragon just remained standing in front of them, and both Ino and Kenpachi watched it tensely. They could feel my tension about it, so they knew this couldn't be an opponent to underestimate. I was thankful for that. The Dreepy on our opponent's horn giggled something, and it blurred into motion. It went straight for Kenpachi, and that was its first mistake. It dove at him, and when Kenpachi tried to swat it away with his tail, it flipped above it, giggling until it flipped right into a moonblast from Ino. Lance scowled as his Pokémon was sent flying, but it didn't remain there for long, looking like it took no damage at all from that attack. It was actually right back on its way to my Pokémon as if nothing had happened. It was much faster this time, but a simple stomp from Kenpachi generated an earthquake that robbed it of its footing, and another moonblast from Ino sent it flying again. And again, it came back. This time, it maneuvered through the shaking ground with the sure footing of a dancer and dodged Ino's attacks expertly, as if it was in a ballet show. Now, Lance was smiling. I couldn't see why, though.

When it got close to Kenpachi, it found itself on the receiving end of a punch from a fist cloaked entirely in darkness. Kenpachi's fists didn't have much reach or even much space to coil and generate power, but with how quickly Drakloak was moving, and how hard Kenpachi's armor was, a very stoppable force crashed right into the immovable object. Think fly and windshield. Of course, that wasn't exactly what happened. Drakloak folded around the fist and barfed out an ethereal specter on Kenpachi's body. It looked exactly like a ghost would in a stereotypical cartoon: just a white cloud in the shape of anime ghosts. I didn't understand the move until the specter latched onto Kenpachi's face and just exploded. I found myself gaping in shock as Kenpachi reeled from the attack. He didn't fall, but he was quite stunned.

He stumbled backward and kept stumbling. What the fuck was that attack? Drakloak tried jumping at Kenpachi again to press the attack, but Ino grabbed him in her telekinesis and threw him right back with a wave of the hand that contained her spoon. The spoon itself was a lovely idea Oak had had. We'd been using it for close to a year now, and I just had to admit that she'd never been stronger. For Alakazam, it worked as a focus, but for her, it was more of an amplifier. I couldn't explain the relationship between psychics and silver. It might also have something to do with the fact that she was a crossbreed of a Gardevoir and an Alakazam. She shared more traits with her father's family than any crossbreed I'd ever heard of before. I knew Oak had been doing some weird shit back in the day, but I still hadn't been able to get to the bottom of the mystery surrounding my right hand.

Ino didn't care, of course. What did it matter to her why she was so much better than any other of her species? She only cared that she was. Drakloak tried coming back, but Ino teleported to it and moved her spoon surrounded with the aura of psychocut around it a few times before teleporting back. It had cuts along its body, all areas that should have made it difficult for it to move. No vital areas, of course. No one was stupid enough to actually kill one of Lance's Pokémon. A pissed-off trio of Pseudo-legendaries would have very little difficulty tearing through my team as we were now. I focused my energy on taking out the Pokémon Lance had already released while working on my escape. I wouldn't be beating him. With only two of his Pokémon, my entire team was well and truly occupied. I could only imagine what would happen if he tossed out THE DRAGONITE: the one that was said to be strong enough to change the weather with its presence, the one that could probably go toe-to-toe with Oak's. If that happened, I'd be fucked. Very fucked.

A/N; Yessss… I’ll tease you some more. Because I can