"By the way, that illusion ability should be Mew's perfect transformation skill, right? It can even copy Legendary Pokémon flawlessly. But if her potential is only rated S+, does that mean her transformed strength is capped at S+ too?"
Ash frowned thoughtfully.
He remembered Mew's unique transformation ability. According to what he knew, Mew's potential shouldn't allow her to perfectly transform into Pokémon above the second-tier Legendaries. But that didn't seem to be the case in the original records.
"Ding~!"
System Prompt:
[Mew, the Legendary Pokémon of mirth and miracles, is a blessed existence. Her personality differs from others of her kind — playful, lazy, and rarely trains independently. Her potential of S+ continues to grow naturally over time.]
"So that's it…" Ash muttered as he understood.
"No wonder her strength's only S+ for now. If she actually trained, she could easily reach the level of a top-tier Legendary. What a waste of potential."
While Mew's current level was weaker than the mightiest of the Legendaries, she was still a being of extraordinary divine origin — one whose talent defied logic. Some Mews were said to have once fought Legendary Titans as equals.
Especially the Creator Pokémon — Arceus.
The first divine Pokémon in existence. The plates embedded in his body each contained immense power, and from those plates, countless Legendary Pokémon were born.
Arceus was not just the Creator — he was the source.
"Mew~ Mew~!"
The little pink Pokémon cheerfully waved her tiny paws, forming a huge, glossy pink bubble before hopping atop it, giggling with delight.
"You…!"
Across from them, Mewtwo's sharp eyes widened in disbelief.
The very being whose DNA had been used to create him — the Pokémon he'd searched for endlessly — had appeared before him so easily.
"Bang!"
The air rippled as Mewtwo's psychic aura flared. His eyes glowed a deep blue, and he launched a blast of darkened Aura energy. Normally, Aura was pure blue — but Mewtwo had infused his psychic will into it, corrupting the color into pitch black, amplifying its destructive power.
"Damn—move!"
Ash shouted. In an instant, blue energy erupted around him. The spectral form of Susanoo — a massive chakra-like guardian — emerged, shifting into its Mature Form. The once skeletal construct grew flesh, armor plating, and a fierce, divine presence.
"Go!"
Ash controlled the spectral arm of Susanoo, pushing Mew away just before the black Aura sphere struck.
"Boom!"
The explosion tore through the air, dispersing waves of psychic force. Susanoo's arm cracked, but the attack had been deflected.
"Don't get in my way!"
Mewtwo's voice thundered through the smoke. His psychic form flickered, and he instantly teleported in front of Mew again — his composure shattered, replaced by pure emotion.
After all, Mewtwo's very existence came from Mew's DNA.
The weaker of the two… was determined to prove his superiority — to prove that the copy was stronger than the original.
It was the only way he knew to justify his existence — much like a weapon forged for war, seeking purpose in endless conflict.
"Mewtwo, calm down!"
Ash roared, rushing forward as Susanoo's massive hand grabbed Mewtwo, pinning him tightly.
"Release me—AHHH!"
Mewtwo's psychic power exploded. His eyes flashed a blinding blue, forcing cracks through Susanoo's form. The sheer mental force made Ash grit his teeth as he struggled to maintain control.
"Damn it! Always the same—every time a Psychic-type gets emotional, their power goes wild. Just like Sabrina back then..."
Ash muttered under his breath, bracing against the pressure while channeling more Aura.
"Mew~?"
While Ash was straining to hold Mewtwo back, Mew floated lazily nearby, poking at the glowing ribs of Susanoo in curiosity.
"You little rascal, this isn't playtime! Get out of here before—"
Ash didn't even finish his sentence before shaking his head in exasperation.
A Pokémon as powerful as Mew… and yet, she didn't even bother using telepathy to understand him.
"Boom!"
At that moment, Mewtwo broke free from Susanoo's grip and fired another dark Aura Sphere straight at Mew.
"Mew!"
Mew yelped in pain as the attack grazed her side, then teleported away in a blink, narrowly dodging the follow-up blast.
"Mew — the most precious Pokémon in the world," Mewtwo declared, his voice echoing with both pride and fury. "I was born from your genes. I am your reflection — but stronger! I am the true god among Pokémon!"
Ash clenched his fists, sweat trickling down his forehead as he watched dozens of black Aura Spheres orbit around Mewtwo, all aimed at the carefree Mew.
"Damn it… he's losing control again," Ash muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing. "What a waste of psychic energy…"
"It's only me who deserves to exist."
Mewtwo's voice echoed coldly through the air. His entire body glowed with psychic energy as he lunged forward, the force of his power twisting the very air around him. His earlier Dark Aura Sphere had been effortlessly dodged by Mew's instantaneous movement — an act that only fueled his anger.
"Why do you keep running?" Mewtwo's psychic voice trembled with fury. "Are you afraid of me?"
He glared at Mew, who floated gracefully in the air, pink tail swaying as she twirled, her expression innocent and carefree — as if the entire battle were just a game.
"You're wrong, Mewtwo."
Ash's voice rang out, firm and calm. The glowing armor of his Susanoo—a manifestation of Aura and spirit—dissolved around him as he slowly descended beside Mew.
"The reason Mew isn't fighting you isn't because she's afraid," he continued, looking Mewtwo straight in the eye.
"It's because she doesn't need to. You may have been created from Mew's DNA, but the two of you aren't the same. You're not a copy of her—you're your own being."
The moment Ash's words left his mouth, Mew let out a soft, playful chirp.
"Mew~ Mew~!"
Her tiny paws clapped together, and she gave an enthusiastic nod, confirming Ash's words. A small shimmer of light sparkled around her, almost as if she were expressing agreement through her own natural Aura.
Ash smiled faintly.
"See? Even she agrees."
Mewtwo's expression flickered—his psychic field trembled for a moment, caught between anger and confusion. His mind, once sharp and absolute, wavered as he stared at the two before him. The emotions within him—pride, bitterness, loneliness—began to clash.
"You say I'm not her copy…" he muttered, psychic waves distorting the air. "Then what am I?"
Ash's voice softened.
"You're Mewtwo. You're unique. You were born from science, yes—but your choices, your will, your emotions… those are your own. You're not a shadow of anyone. You're proof that even a creation can surpass its origin."
For a brief moment, silence filled the battlefield. The raging psychic storm around Mewtwo began to calm slightly.
Mew floated closer, her eyes full of warmth. "Mew~" she cooed, pressing her tiny paw against Mewtwo's forehead. The light between them pulsed gently, a soft pink glow intertwining with Mewtwo's dark blue psychic aura.
It wasn't a battle anymore—it was a meeting of origin and evolution.
Ash watched quietly, a faint smile on his lips.
"That's it… you both share the same beginning, but you'll choose different paths."
But deep in Mewtwo's mind, conflict still lingered. Though Mew's gesture was pure, a spark of defiance burned within him—a will not to submit, but to prove his worth.
The air trembled again as his psychic field flared, shaking the ground. "Then I'll prove… that my existence is my own."
Mew's eyes narrowed slightly. Her playful look vanished, replaced by a quiet seriousness. With a faint flick of her tail, a thin barrier of pink Aura surrounded Ash, shielding him from the pressure of Mewtwo's power.
Ash exhaled, gripping his pendant. "So, we're doing this again, huh?"
Mew glanced at him and gave a mischievous wink, as if saying, Don't worry, I've got this.
And just like that—the air split once more with a thunderous shockwave as Mew and Mewtwo collided, light and shadow clashing in the sky.
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