Pokemon: The Legacy of Dragons

Just as Logan needed a scapegoat, so did the nobles on board. They needed someone to pin the blame on to define the incident—at least in the public narrative. But as for pushing the responsibility onto Lt. Surge, Logan, or Red? Although they were furious, rationality still prevailed. They wouldn't make such a reckless choice.

After all, Surge as the Gym Leader of Vermillion City, held considerable power in the Kanto region. He was not someone they could afford to scapegoat lightly. And as for Logan and Red, the sheer might they had displayed during the recent battle had left these elites deeply cautious—they didn't dare offend such powerful individuals. The terrifying clash made them realize that a real Pokémon war wasn't a friendly back-and-forth battle in an arena. It was something apocalyptic.

For trainers who wield such destructive power, offending them might mean dragging you to the grave if pushed to the brink. And the more powerful and privileged someone was, the more they feared death. Self-preservation ensured they would think twice before assigning blame. As for counting on the Pokémon League? That was laughable. The League had always operated more like a regulatory body than a true government.

In contrast, trainers were a different breed altogether. They had power, money, and influence—but they were fearless. Every successful trainer had walked through the shadow of death to get where they were.

So, the perfect scapegoat? Team Rocket.

And the more people thought about it, the more it made sense. After all, Team Rocket had launched a terrorist attack in Vermillion City not long ago, causing widespread casualties. Trying to sink the Saint Anne and drown the region's most powerful and wealthy—perhaps even stealing their assets afterward—sounded just like something Team Rocket would plan.

Realizing this, the nobles' faces turned pale with fear. Many were already considering donations to the Kanto League, urging them to intensify their crackdown on Team Rocket—publicly or otherwise.

With a scapegoat secured, the chaos on board remained. Logan finally lost his patience and summoned a sailor to hand over the Saint Anne's main communication device. Holding the mic, he barked out orders with decisive authority:

"All trainers on board, release every Pokémon you have!

Water-types—extinguish the flames!

Fighting-types—clear away fallen debris!

Grass and Psychic-types—use vines and telekinesis to stabilize the hull and prevent it from splitting!

Fire-types—even if you can't weld, melt the broken metal and fuse them together!

Ice-types—freeze the hull leaks at the bottom of the ship to slow down the flooding!"

"Ignore the fires at the bottom deck—they'll be extinguished soon. According to wild Pokémon behavior, a swarm from the sea will come to help!"

For a moment, the whole Saint Anne fell silent.

Perhaps it was because of the awe Logan had commanded during battle, or maybe people were just desperate for someone to take charge. But all over the deck, both rookie and seasoned trainers sprang into action, deploying their Pokémon and following orders without hesitation.

In a world like this—where Pokémon existed—Logan believed they could patch the Saint Anne back together through sheer force of will. Even if the engines were down and the ship couldn't move, he was half-seriously considering asking Mewtwo to just telekinetically push the 200,000-ton vessel.

"It's just mass," he thought. "What's the big deal?"

Under unified command, the deck was bustling in an orderly way. Before long, just as Logan predicted, a large number of wild sea Pokémon arrived, instinctively joining in to help extinguish the flames.

This was the harmony of this unique world—where Pokémon and nature coexisted in balance. Just like forest fires drew wild Grass-types to regrow the woods, so too did oceanic Pokémon instinctively respond to crises at sea.

As for Logan, he leaned lazily against a wall, nursing his injuries. Harkdragon—his evolved Dragonair—nudged Caitlin aside and nestled into his embrace. It gently nuzzled him, its once-small body now massive, its head alone nearly as large as Logan's entire torso.

He ran his hand along Harkdragon's sleek blue scales. Unlike the rough, armored appearance of most dragons, Harkdragon's skin was smooth, fluid, almost like water. But if you looked closely, you could still see tiny, delicate scales beneath that polished surface.

Gabite had already been returned to its Pokéball—it was badly injured, and only the Pokémon sphere's advanced tech could keep its condition from worsening.

At that moment, Red quietly walked over. Other than Ivysaur, he had recalled both Pikachu and Poliwrath into their Pokéballs. Poliwrath especially needed immediate treatment—it had taken a full Thunderbolt and still managed to use Ice Punch in the final moments of the battle. That resilience, that loyalty—Red's bond with Poliwrath was as deep as any he had with a lifelong companion.

Red glanced at the flurry of activity on the Saint Anne and sighed, awed by Logan's quick thinking.

In the heat of battle, they'd both lost control, unleashing power that had essentially torn apart the most expensive cruise ship in the world.

The St Anne's construction cost had reached a staggering 150 billion…

Good thing someone else was taking the blame.

Red quietly held out the Eternal Water Stone.

"Your Eternal Evolution Stone…"

"If not for that stone, Poliwrath might've died. I don't think I could've lived with myself if that happened…"

Red gave a bitter smile.

Such was the bond between trainer and Pokémon—especially partners who had been through life-and-death battles together. Losing a Pokémon like that could unmake a trainer's soul.

"I should be the one thanking you.

If your Poliwrath hadn't blocked Electivire, Caitlin and I would've been done for."

Logan patted Red on the shoulder while gently stroking Harkdragon's wing-like ears.

Red was about to reply when the sound of approaching footsteps put both of them on alert.

They turned toward the noise and saw a girl walking confidently toward them.

"That's…"

Logan frowned. He remembered seeing her two days ago—she'd bumped into him in the casino. Caitlin had even gotten a little jealous at the time.

Now, as Caitlin laid eyes on her again, she immediately recognized the girl and watched her warily.

The girl stepped up to them and suddenly tossed two objects toward the boys. Logan and Red reflexively caught them—only to realize they were…

Lightning-shaped badges!

"These are yours.

I, Red went through a lot of trouble sneaking into Surge's cabin to steal them!"

Her voice was sweet and flirtatious, tinged with a familiarity that made Logan pause.

Red, on the other hand, was simply stunned—he had no idea who this mystery girl was.

Before they could react further, the girl's face began to morph, skin twisting like putty. Then she pulled off a wig, revealing a head of flowing hair and a captivating, mischievous smile.

"Green?!"

Logan could hardly believe it—Green had been here all along.

"Told you we'd meet again soon, handsome~"

She giggled, bent forward slightly, and gave him a flirtatious smile. Then, with a mischievous glance at Caitlin's dumbstruck face, Green boldly grabbed Logan's chin and—

kissed him.

Not just a peck.

It was deep, hungry, utterly possessive.

Logan sat frozen, too shocked to resist, letting her take control.

When the girl finally pulled away, cheeks flushed and lips slick, she wiped the corner of her mouth and flashed a triumphant grin.

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