Chapter 647: Stupid, Stubborn, Weak, and Fat
Two days slipped past.
The condition of the sky finally underwent a systemic shift.
However, it was profoundly difficult to categorize this shift as either a positive or negative development.
"...Tsk."
Kazuya raised his eyes, squinting up at the blinding, massive sun suspended directly overhead. He genuinely couldn't calculate whether he should feel relieved or intensely frustrated.
The absolute only weather conditions capable of mathematically overriding Primordial Sea were the subsequently activated Desolate Land or Delta Stream.
And examining the current meteorological parameters, the conclusion was overwhelmingly obvious.
Primal Groudon had officially arrived.
He had violently terminated the apocalyptic, relentless torrential rain, painting the entire sky with an unyielding, searing, immortal sun.
That was correct.
Even during the dead of night, the sky remained blindingly, radiantly illuminated.
Kazuya had genuinely had enough. This erratic, volatile existence was leaving him profoundly exasperated.
However, he logically deduced that this cataclysm should be drawing to a close soon. After all, judging by the celestial indicators, Groudon had clearly mobilized explicitly to hunt down Kyogre.
The only alarming variable was...
"Sigh. The geographic proximity appears to be dangerously close." Kazuya let out a heavy breath.
The abilities of both Kyogre and Groudon were successfully blanketing the entire expanse of the grassland. This mathematically proved that their current coordinates were positioned in extreme proximity to the continental landmass.
They were highly likely clashing within the eastern coastal waters.
If they officially ignited their apocalyptic war, the shockwaves would inevitably devastate the entire grassland. In particular, the Pokémon populations garrisoned across the coastal sectors were practically guaranteed to suffer catastrophic casualties.
As the King of the Dragon Clan and the undisputed Overlord of the Grassland, Kazuya bore the absolute responsibility to shield the Pokémon sheltered within his Safe Zone from annihilation.
Factoring in Rayquaza's historically documented operational habit of always arriving late, Kazuya might genuinely be forced to physically tank the cataclysm for ten or so minutes.
Naturally, merely absorbing the peripheral shockwaves of the two idiots' clash wouldn't generate an insurmountable volume of martial pressure.
He had already dispatched a courier to the volcanic mountain range to summon his younger brother. The volcano was heavily garrisoned by Dragon Dad and the Arcanine clan; its security required absolutely zero concern.
The grassland simply required a second Champion-tier powerhouse to anchor the defensive perimeter.
As for the alternative inland territories... their geographic coordinates were positioned significantly further away from the eastern ocean. They would inevitably endure a degree of environmental friction, but the impact wouldn't be biologically fatal.
"I have to extract the Dragonite clan immediately." Kazuya rose to his feet.
He accelerated straight toward the eastern horizon, charting a direct course for the isolated oceanic island.
He absolutely didn't wish to see that flock of endearing, profoundly friendly, chubby dragons casually erased from existence. Furthermore, over these past few years, he had cultivated a remarkably solid rapport with the Dragonite clan; they could comfortably be classified as half-friends.
Extending a tactical lifeline in an emergency of this magnitude was a complete no-brainer.
Although Kazuya had never personally witnessed the absolute combat output of the Primal Hoenn Idiots, even if they were merely clashing in their standard base forms, the apocalyptic tsunamis violently churned up by their combat would be more than enough to instantly liquefy the island the Dragonites inhabited.
Even though the Dragonite clan inherently possessed zero fear of drowning, their baseline combat parameters were simply too tragically weak. If several of them were brutally crushed to death by the sheer kinetic force of the idiots' combat shockwaves, Kazuya wouldn't be surprised in the slightest.
Whoosh—!
The massive silhouette of the Fire Dragon tore through the skyward sectors. Kazuya pushed his velocity to the absolute mathematical limit, rocketing toward the isolated island in the eastern sea.
Just as he was preparing to breach the final perimeter of his approach... his facial expression violently contorted in sheer horror.
At the absolute edge of his vision... a catastrophic tsunami, towering well over a hundred meters in height, was violently crashing forward, its trajectory locked dead onto the isolated island.
This was a true, apocalyptic monster of a flood.
Those two idiots... had officially ignited their war!!
As if to flawlessly corroborate Kazuya's calculation, the entire surface of the ocean began to violently heave and rock back and forth in this exact moment. It closely resembled the erratic sloshing of water trapped within a violently shaken cup during an earthquake.
"Awoo~"
A chorus of frantic, despair-filled cries echoed out from the isolated island.
"These absolutely brain-dead dragons! The situation has escalated to this magnitude, and you still haven't initiated an evacuation?!" Kazuya couldn't suppress a furious curse, his blood pressure instantly spiking.
He was genuinely, profoundly infuriated by the sheer stupidity of these chubby dragons.
Given these apocalyptic parameters... instead of executing a frantic retreat, they were standing there helplessly whining "Awoo, awoo."
What mathematical utility did acting cute provide in the face of absolute annihilation?!
While viciously cursing them internally, Kazuya hurriedly raised both of his massive claws toward the heavens.
He didn't even possess the microscopic sliver of time required to mentally connect with Shirona and trigger a Mega Evolution.
Swish!
Above his upraised claws, an ultra-massive fireball with a diameter spanning dozens of meters violently condensed in a split second.
Just the physical volume of this singular fireball was massive enough to comfortably swallow three adult Kazuyas whole.
Yet, even a fireball of this colossal magnitude appeared tragically, pathetically infantile when stacked against the towering wall of the apocalyptic tsunami advancing toward them.
Whoosh!
Kazuya violently hurled the fireball straight into the oncoming mega-wave. This was a Blast Burn executed at his absolute, maximum mathematical output.
Down on the isolated island below, the Dragonites felt the blistering, oppressive heat radiating from above. They tilted their chubby heads up, staring blankly as the gargantuan fireball plummeted toward the tsunami.
Boom—!
The fireball violently detonated.
The resulting tidal wave of explosive flames surged forward with suicidal, fearless intensity, crashing headlong into the colossal wall of seawater like a moth plunging into a raging inferno.
Hiss—!
An astronomical volume of seawater was instantly superheated, flashing violently into a massive cloud of scalding white steam.
The apocalyptic, towering tsunami was brutally, violently blasted open, a gargantuan, sky-piercing crater violently carved straight through its center by the sheer destructive force.
"Awoo~" The Dragonites' jaws dropped wide open, letting out soft gasps of absolute awe.
The residual momentum of the shattered wave crashed down from the sky, its destructive kinetic energy practically completely negated.
Splash~
The broken surf washed harmlessly over the earth. It was as if the ocean had merely reached out and delivered a gentle, painless slap to the island.
Kazuya descended from the heavens like an absolute savior. His flawless intervention instantly triggered a wave of ecstatic cheering from the Dragonite clan.
"Awoo~"
"Awoo!"
"Awoo."
One chubby Dragonite after another rushed forward, their large, innocent eyes sparkling with absolute adoration. They tightly encircled Kazuya, gazing up at him with expressions of profound reverence.
At this exact moment, in the eyes of the Dragonite clan, Kazuya was functionally equivalent to their absolute messiah!
Bang!
Bang!
But Kazuya didn't give a single damn about their adoration. The absolute second they approached, he mercilessly drove a fist straight onto the crown of every single Dragonite's skull, immediately roaring furiously:
"What the hell time do you think it is, and you still haven't evacuated?! Are you genuinely planning to be buried alive alongside this damn rock?!"
"Awoo..." A Dragonite clutched its skull, rubbing the massive, swelling bump forming on its head as it shook its head with a deeply wronged, pitiful expression.
They felt wronged. They were terrified.
But they absolutely refused to leave.
"Awoo." Another Dragonite planted its hands firmly on its chubby hips, sporting an identical swelling bump, and articulated its reasoning with profound, stubborn self-righteousness.
Naturally, they didn't want to biologically expire! But they mathematically couldn't abandon this post.
"I do not possess the chronological bandwidth to listen to your idiotic nonsense right now! Where are the Dratini and Dragonair?! Gather them immediately, and follow my evacuation trajectory out of this sector!" Kazuya aggressively craned his neck, executing a rapid visual sweep of the perimeter.
However, he couldn't spot the silhouettes of those blue, serpentine dragons anywhere in the immediate vicinity. He had no choice but to push his legs and march straight toward the central nexus of the island.
He calculated that the Dragonites, prioritizing the absolute safety of their young, had likely submerged the Dragonair and Dratini deep within the central lake for protection.
Yet...
"Awoo! Awoo!"
Before Kazuya could even advance two steps, the Dragonites frantically swarmed forward, tightly hugging his limbs.
They weren't attempting to physically restrain Kazuya from locating the children. They were desperately begging Kazuya not to forcefully extract them from the island.
They mathematically couldn't abandon this coordinate. They still harbored a sacred, unfulfilled operational directive. They still possessed a monumentally vital artifact that absolutely demanded their protection.
Their ancient ancestors had explicitly dictated: Even if you must biologically expire, you will die alongside that artifact!
"Let me synthesize this data. Your ancient ancestors commanded your lineage to eternally safeguard a specific artifact buried upon this island. Is that correct?"
"Awoo!" A Dragonite, sporting a massive bump on its skull, nodded vigorously, its large eyes swimming heavily with tears.
That punch had genuinely hurt like hell! It was the very first time in its existence it had experienced such a brutal sensation of pain.
Wuu wuu... I really want to cry.
"Prioritize the preservation of your own biological existence first! Between the survival of your living companions and the preservation of an inanimate object... can you genuinely not calculate which variable holds superior mathematical weight?!"
Kazuya gritted his teeth, forcibly dragging the dozen or so Dragonites physically clinging to his frame as he stubbornly stomped toward the center of the island.
The ocean was still violently heaving. In fact, Kazuya was beginning to experience the distinct, terrifying sensation that the island itself was physically relocating.
The sensation felt exactly like...
A cataclysmic, ultra-massive whirlpool had violently manifested across the distant horizon. This apocalyptic oceanic vortex was desperately, violently sucking everything within the surrounding marine sectors toward its center, attempting to drag everything down into the crushing abyss—and this isolated island was caught in its gravitational pull.
Crash~
The violent roar of massive waves smashing against the island's coastline echoed continuously.
The earth beneath Kazuya's feet distinctly shifted, violently dragged a considerable distance toward a specific directional coordinate.
In that exact split-second, Kazuya definitively verified the data.
That terrifying sensation absolutely wasn't an illusion. This island was genuinely, physically drifting toward a specific coordinate.
Kazuya could logically deduce with his eyes closed that the destination was absolutely the epicenter of the apocalyptic clash between the two Hoenn Idiots.
He drastically accelerated his march toward the central lake. A dozen or so Dragonites, sitting at a meager Lv. 50 or 60, mathematically possessed zero capacity to physically restrain his momentum.
"Awoo, awoo!"
"You are actively digging your own mass grave!" Kazuya roared.
"Awoo!"
"Then locate the damn artifact, dig it up, and we will evacuate with it together!"
This singular, brutally logical statement caused the idiotic Dragonites to instantly freeze in absolute shock. They sequentially released their grip, dropping off Kazuya's body one by one.
"Awoo!"
That makes perfect sense!
Kazuya: "..."
You pack of absolute bastards. You guarded this post for decades, and it took you until this exact second to synthesize such a fundamentally basic operational solution?!
If they had simply excavated the artifact earlier, would they be desperately scrambling to hug the Buddha's feet at the eleventh hour like this?
They genuinely are incredibly stupid, ridiculously stubborn, pathetically weak, and excessively fat.
At this critical juncture, Kazuya lacked the luxury of time to engage in a prolonged argument with the Dragonites. Any further reprimands regarding their sheer idiocy would have to wait until after he had successfully extracted the clan to safety.
The absolute epicenter of the apocalyptic clash between Kyogre and Groudon was logically still situated a considerable distance from the isolated island. Kazuya calculated the mathematical probability of successfully executing a mass extraction for the Dragonite clan was exceptionally high.
As long as they could rapidly pinpoint and excavate the vital artifact the Dragonite clan had guarded for generations, the clan could be saved.
But if they failed to locate it... Kazuya harbored zero doubts that this flock of single-minded, idiotic dragons would genuinely choose to be buried at the bottom of the ocean alongside an object they likely couldn't even physically identify.
Over a dozen dragons simultaneously triggered Extreme Speed, rushing toward the central lake without a single moment of pause.
Exactly as Kazuya had calculated...
The Dragonair and Dratini were all huddled tightly together within the lake, radiating intense waves of panic and absolute helplessness.
"Hurry up and scan your memory banks! Where exactly did the ancient elders of your lineage historically prefer to hole up?!"
"Awoo... awoo..."
The Dragonites exchanged blank, bewildered stares, their large eyes swimming with absolute confusion.
Why would we have ever paid attention to data like that?
Smack!
Kazuya violently slapped his own forehead in sheer exasperation.
Immediately following that, he executed a rapid, 360-degree visual sweep of the perimeter. Ultimately, his golden irises locked dead onto the central lake itself.
On a microscopic, isolated island like this... this was mathematically the absolute only viable coordinate capable of concealing a massive artifact, wasn't it?
In the very next second, Kazuya violently lunged straight into the lake.
Splash!
Shattering the surface tension, he plunged like a torpedo straight toward the lakebed.
Reaching the bottom, he instantly locked eyes onto a singular, massive boulder towering over a dozen meters high, resting perfectly in the center of the lakebed.
"The so-called 'vital artifact'... you can't genuinely be telling me it's just this worthless, random piece of rock..."
The muscles in Kazuya's cheeks violently twitched. He nearly choked on a mouthful of water in sheer disbelief.
If this wasn't it, they would have to execute a blind Dig operation and literally flip the entire island's topsoil. But they evidently possessed absolutely zero chronological bandwidth to execute a maneuver of that scale.
Regardless of whether this boulder was genuinely the sacred artifact or not... for the immediate operational timeline, it was the artifact.
It was the life-saving stone that could mathematically purchase a future for the Dragonite clan.
That makes it vital enough, doesn't it?!
Kazuya swam forward, wrapping his massive arms tightly around the giant boulder. Exerting tremendous physical force, he violently hoisted the rock—which was roughly identical to his own physical dimensions—straight off the lakebed, rocketing upward and breaching the surface of the lake.
"Awoo!"
Seeing Kazuya burst out of the water shouldering a massive boulder, the Dragonites all tilted their chubby heads in profound confusion.
They had seen this exact rock countless times before. They had stared at it since they were mere hatchlings.
Could it be...
"This is the vital artifact your lineage was commanded to protect!" Kazuya executed a firm, unwavering Ultraman nod, his expression devoid of a single shred of hesitation.
"Awoo?!" The Dragonites' faces instantly contorted with expressions of profound shock and deep suspicion.
They absolutely didn't want to doubt their good brother Kazuya.
But... was it genuinely just this rock?
"Alright, cease the redundant chatter! Evacuate immediately!" Kazuya didn't afford the Dragonites a single microsecond to process or analyze the data. Hugging the massive boulder tightly to his chest, he launched his frame into the sky, charting a direct course toward the continental mainland.
Although he genuinely didn't believe this flock of chubby dragons possessed the cognitive capacity to synthesize any profound truths, avoiding unnecessary complications was always the superior tactical choice. The priority was to simply deceive them into abandoning their post first.
"Awoo!"
Lacking the luxury to analyze the situation further, the Dragonites hurriedly scooped up the Dratini, tightly clutching them to their chests as they frantically gave chase. The Dragonair, inherently capable of executing flight themselves, rapidly slithered into the air to follow the formation.
And with that...
This isolated island, which had successfully shielded and nurtured the Dragonite clan for decades, embraced its final moment of absolute tranquility.
And simultaneously, it embraced its ultimate biological conclusion.
It drifted completely alone toward the deepest abyss of the raging ocean, until it vanished entirely into the boundless, apocalyptic sea.
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