Chapter no.187 War ?!

"Is it not possible that Mewtwo could be- you know…?" Lorelei put forward, not really sure how to put it.
"I must confess I have given a lot of thought on that." Lance admitted. "The name Mew-two, does suggest a similarity to Mew, and given the nature of his powers, or at least those that have been publicly spotted anyway, are more likely something that Mew could probably do."
"Wait," Flint asked, anxious, "are you seriously suggesting that Team Rocket got its hands on the Legendary Mew, who is more of a myth to most people?"
Lance paused, gathering his words. "There might be a sneaking suspicion, yes. If not the Legendary, then at least some portion of DNA belonging to Mew."
"From what?" Blaine scoffed. "A fossil? Come now, Lance… the textbook definition of a Legendary is that they are singular. There isn't a Mew fossil lying around somewhere. Unless Team Rocket has managed to spot Mew, who might I state—hasn't been spotted in several hundred years, it is simply inconceivable that-"
"Wrong assumption." Agatha spoke up, her rather harsh voice enough to stop Blaine midway. "Mew was spotted in Cameran Palace, in Rota, some fifteen years ago."
"And who was the one reporting this information?"
"A freelance researcher." Agatha spoke with unnatural fondness. "Red."
"Wait… Red as in 'The Red?'" Daisy spoke up. "The one credited with-?"
"Yes, we do not need further exposition on him. Thank you." Agatha barked, enough to make Daisy shut up.
Lance almost face-palmed. Red was coming up with startling frequency. Whether he liked or not, it seemed like a meeting was to be in order, and very soon. Somehow, Lance could feel in his bones that it wouldn't be a good thing.
"Either way," He spoke up, attracting everyone's attention. "Whether Mewtwo is just a… manner of emphasizing the near-Legendary power of this pokémon, or if it is really…" he paused, "really created as a hybrid clone from Mew's DNA, is not the main focus. I have arranged teams to look into this Mewtwo matter, but I believe it is our prerogative to consider Team Rocket as a significant enemy and take appropriate measures."
"As Gym leaders, we can enforce a little more security in our respective zones." Boyd, the Gym leader of Chrysanthemum Island, spoke up. "Though maybe posting a pair of Ace trainers in every city and town would be beneficial as well."
"The Group B could be a good option." Surge muttered.
"We do not know why Team Rocket has gone silent in the aftermath of the SS. Anne event. There are theories about the mythical Dragonite being one of said reasons, but either way, we cannot afford to wait for them to make the next move. We must be pro-active in this situation." Lance declared.
"So we are to believe that Team Rocket is mass-capturing pokémon to create Hybrids? To start a war?" Giovanni asked.
Not a single member wanted to voice their agreement to the remark.
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[ Vermilion Harbour ]
A young trainer with a Pikachu on his shoulder walked along the harbor with a small casket in his hands.
" Excuse me? Are you perhaps… Ash Ketchum?"
Austin spun back at the source of the voice, finding himself face to face with a young woman. She looked a little past twenty, black-haired and wearing a traditional Japanese outfit. On one hand, she held an old-fashioned lantern, which emitted a pale, dusty light.
" Yes ." Austin calmly answered as he had his guard up.
The young woman gave Austin a ticket that he immediately recognized.
Taking out his Pokedex, Austin payed the woman. The woman glanced at the casket as she understood why such a young man had his guard up even in a safe city like Vermilion.
Taking out a PokeBall, Alakazam appeared beside them.
" Are you ready ?"
" Yes."
The Alakazam took out a pair of spoons which glowed with an eldridge aura of psychic energy before the surrounding began to warp as Austin was teleported from Vermilion Harbour towards Lavender town.
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[ One Year Ago ]
Marowak always kept an eye on her son.
She watched him now as he walked in the tall green grass.
Her son took slow, small, steps, the movement of his feet difficult to see.
Uncertainty was written in his frowning face as he meandered timidly and carefully.
After a few hesitant steps, her son stopped in his tracks.
He glanced around wildly, even though he knew she was watching.
Still, her son always tried to be alert for danger, especially since he was too young to fight it off.
And being alert was never a bad thing, timidity or no.
Yet once her son saw there was no danger around, his frown turned into a small smile.
Within another minute, he scampered further into the grass. She still glimpsed happiness shining in her son's eyes as he dashed away.
A smile formed on her own face.
She couldn't help smiling when she saw her son delighted.
And that was even more so if he seemed to be overcoming shyness.
Shyness that she didn't have, and hoped he would one day overcome.
Aside from the fearfulness, her son was a smaller, younger version of herself.
He walked on brown stubby legs, with almost all of his body the same color. His tiny brown arms were at his sides, the right one tightly clutching a gleaming white bone. Said bone was equally tiny, yet fit squarely into her son's hand. He carried it with such ease that it could've been a feather.
But she knew the bone was hardly a feather.
Instead, bones were the signature item all members of her and her son's kind carried. These bones were what made them instantly recognizable to all
And the bones themselves became renowned for a specific purpose.
To be used as weapons in battle, striking foes with terrifying strength and precision.
The bone her son carried may have been tiny, and he may have been young and inexperienced, but the weapon was no less deadly.
Still, she would have to keep close watch on her son, as she still doubted he would be able to hold his own in battles.
Knowing him, he would probably run from a fight.
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[ 𝐎𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡 ]
𝗜𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘂𝗹𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗮 𝗕𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗶𝘃𝗲, 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗕𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗹, 𝘂𝗻𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗲, 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮 𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝘀𝗼 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗮𝗽𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆: 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗼𝗹𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝗞𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗮 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲𝘀. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗲𝘁 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝘅𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗕𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗩𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁, 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝘄 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗮𝗯𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀: 𝗶𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗮 𝗴𝗶𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗵𝗶𝘃𝗲, 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗕𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗿, 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗲 𝗮 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝗶𝗻 – 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀, 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘆, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁. 𝗜𝗺𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻, 𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗕𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝘇𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗚𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗱𝗼𝗻, 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝗴𝗴𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻. 𝗠𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗲. 𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝘃𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗳𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝘃𝗲'𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗻𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝘀. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝗰𝗸.