Alder considered himself well-traveled and experienced. He wouldn't dare claim to know every Pokémon in the world, but he was certain he recognized the vast majority of them.
And yet, at this very moment, he could swear with absolute certainty—
The Pokémon before him was something he had never seen, never heard of.
The power contained within that body was so terrifying that simply being stared at by its deep-purple eyes created the illusion that one's heart would stop beating, that breathing itself would cease.
No.
It was not an illusion.
It was reality.
In the instant that Pokémon appeared on the battlefield, hearts truly stopped, and breath truly vanished.
Alder could not determine the creature's typing through appearance alone, but very quickly—just like every other Trainer present—he understood exactly what kind of power it wielded.
Endless psychic energy.
So vast it seemed to blanket the heavens and the earth, thickening the air itself until it felt tangible, almost solid.
Not just Alder—everyone in the stadium felt the same crushing sensation, as if their hearts were about to burst out of their throats. Even through the camera lenses, light itself warped, signals distorted, images flickered.
At home, countless viewers watching the broadcast suddenly saw their televisions fill with static, as if the signal had failed. Many instinctively slapped the sides of their TV sets—the oldest trick in the book—but nothing changed. The image remained unstable and blurred.
What… what kind of Pokémon is that?!
This pressure—it's like something out of ancient myth…
Alder's mind descended into chaos.
He had never imagined encountering such a being in what was supposed to be a demonstration match.
He had assumed Garchomp was Logan's strongest Pokémon. On that assumption alone, he had prepared countless strategies.
Only now did he realize how laughable those preparations were.
Because Logan had unleashed a Pokémon known to only a handful of people in the entire world.
But from today onward—
The name Mewtwo would bloom across the world like a forbidden flower.
"Full power," Logan commanded coldly.
"Psychic Break."
At his order, Mewtwo clenched its fist and drew back for a punch.
At first glance, the motion resembled a physical attack.
But no one present would mistake it for one.
The suffocating psychic pressure flooding a radius of over a thousand meters was undeniable.
Alder was given no time to react.
Infinite psychic energy converged into a single point—Mewtwo's fist—and then was released in a single, devastating swing.
"AAAAAAA—!!!"
The stadium was instantly swallowed by a sea of light.
A brilliance like a supernova blossomed upward, yet there was no earth-shattering roar—because in that moment, the air itself had been stripped away, and with it, the very medium through which sound could travel.
Human retinas could not withstand such light. Countless spectators shielded their eyes, instinctively recoiling backward.
And yet—despite the absence of sound—
It was as if everyone still heard the Unova Champion's roar echoing in their minds.
A Champion does not sit and wait for death.
The moment Mewtwo unleashed Psychic Break, Alder ordered Vanilluxe to defend.
He knew it was futile.
But even the faintest chance was worth taking.
Psychic Break was Mewtwo's exclusive move.
Unlike the divine authorities wielded by legendary Pokémon passed down in ancient myths, Mewtwo relied on something else entirely—
Absolute power.
The overwhelming quality and quantity of its psychic energy condensed into a technique that only it could perform.
Originally, this move was meant to assault the minds of humans and Pokémon alike.
Just as Logan had once ordered Mewtwo to use Psychic Break within Team Rocket's base—instantly erasing the minds of its enemies and killing them without resistance.
But Mewtwo's psychic power was simply too great.
So great that even a technique meant to destroy minds gained the ability to annihilate matter itself.
Silently.
When the blinding light finally faded, when sound returned to the world, the entire stadium erupted in desperate gasps.
Because in the instant Psychic Break was released, everyone within a kilometer had lost the ability to breathe.
Eyes snapped toward the battlefield—
And when the sight registered, countless people inhaled sharply in terror.
The stadium was an enormous oval, like a football field, surrounded by spectators on three sides.
The fourth side—behind Alder—had once been a massive wall with a towering screen and clock.
Now—
It was gone.
In its place was a colossal void, over thirty meters wide and tens of meters tall.
Only severed steel beams and scattered rubble remained to prove that a structure had once existed there.
Looking beyond that obliterated wall, far into the sky, a strange black void could be seen.
Inside it shimmered a vision of the cosmos—stars scattered across endless darkness.
Anyone with basic knowledge understood immediately.
Mewtwo's strike had torn through the atmosphere, obliterating the ozone layer and air itself, exposing the vacuum beyond.
Slowly, the star-filled void faded, replaced once more by blue sky.
For a moment, it felt unreal—
Until the shredded clouds overhead confirmed the truth.
Mewtwo had shattered the sky.
Silence returned.
Not because psychic pressure crushed the air—
But because no one dared to speak.
All eyes were fixed on Logan, standing at the center of the ruined field, and on Mewtwo behind him, standing upright like a god of judgment.
People swallowed hard.
This level of destruction defied imagination.
And this strike had gone upward.
If it had been aimed at a city—
The thought alone sent chills through the crowd.
Even if it didn't erase the city outright, modern urban infrastructure would collapse instantly. And the human casualties—
Human bodies could never withstand psychic force capable of twisting reality itself.
Suddenly, panic surged through the stadium.
If humans couldn't survive such an attack—
What about the Unova Champion, who had taken it head-on?
Had he died?
"Cough… cough… I—I'm not dead yet…"
A weak voice trembled out from the rubble.
A hand emerged from the debris, followed by a dust-covered figure crawling free.
Alder.
His rugged clothing had been shredded to rags, his skin coated in ash-gray dust.
He staggered upright, recalled his dying Vanilluxe, then covered his mouth as blood seeped between his fingers.
Looking up at Logan, he gave a bitter, exhausted smile.
"…Incredible…
The damage was calculated perfectly…
Severely injuring me and my Pokémon, yet sparing our lives…"
"…What is that thing?
Such brutality—such monstrous power…
And you can control it…"
"Impressive, Unova Champion," Logan replied calmly.
"To survive Mewtwo's full-power strike is no small feat. You know, that same attack once sank an entire island."
"With modern medical care, you'll recover in a few days—so don't worry."
He tapped his own temple thoughtfully.
"…Though I recommend getting your brain checked while you're at it. Psychic Break tends to leave lasting neurological damage."
"Cough—! Cough—!"
Alder nearly choked to death from the coughing fit, clutching his chest as pain surged through his body.
He was fairly certain—
It hurt even more now.
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