Pokemon: The Legacy of Dragons

"Crack—"

The sharp sound of shattering glass echoed from a house in Lavender Town.

"Heh… not bad, kid."

Agatha let out a low chuckle as she stood before the broken mirror. Though her tone held rare praise, she seemed unfazed by her defeat—almost amused.

"Dragonair is the dragon with the most unique abilities. It can not only control the weather freely, but also manipulate energy at will… Still, I didn't expect that brat's Dragonair to have mastered that level. It must've undergone some special training. I've only seen that kind of control in Lance's Dragonair before…"

She murmured, shaking her head slightly—as if disappointed in her own underestimation.

Most Pokémon, after firing off a move like Hyper Beam, can only helplessly watch the energy beam shoot in a straight line. A few well-trained ones might be able to nudge the angle a little, increasing accuracy.

But a Dragonair with elite-level training and perfect potential extraction?

It could control Hyper Beam like a cruise missile—not just bending it around obstacles, but even drawing in the sky if it wanted. That level of control was borderline surreal.

In their last battle, Logan had ordered Dragonair to fire Hyper Beam from inside the Ghost Tower. The beam had curved around the outside wall and smashed through the back, catching Agatha's Golbat completely off-guard with a strike from behind.

While Dragonair didn't yet match its evolution—Dragonite—in raw strength or power, its unique abilities made it infinitely more versatile in unpredictable battles and extreme environments. From the very beginning, Logan had trained it as a support unit in his team. For raw offense, he had Gabite, and soon… Garchomp.

Agatha looked up. A Golbat hung upside down before her, unconscious. She reached into its mouth and carefully retrieved a shattered mirror—a specially modified one, capable of receiving ultrasonic waves.

Earlier, Agatha had hijacked Koga's Golbat to scan the entire Ghost Tower with ultrasonic detection. Her own Golbat acted as the receiver, interpreting the data and projecting an image into the mirror. That was how she managed to command a complex battle remotely, from the town square.

She walked slowly to a nearby desk, her expression now serious, and began writing in a thick black notebook:

"This experiment proves that the mental limitations of Pokémon can be exploited.

Using Haunter to manipulate trainers, and then control their Pokémon—while imperfect—was largely successful. With refinement, it could be incorporated into the broader plan."

"Referencing Professor Oak's ecological studies on Pokémon swarm behavior, I may be able to control wild Pokémon without catching them, using their group instincts. But this will require further data."

"A Pokémon's loyalty to its trainer is unwavering—unless that bond is completely severed. Whether such blind obedience, despite limited reasoning, is admirable… depends on one's perspective."

Agatha, more scientist than trainer at this point, closed her notebook with a sigh—marking the end of two months of meticulous experimentation.

At that moment, a thick, purple mist began to swirl inside the room. It gradually formed into the ragged shape of a Haunter. The Ghost Pokémon looked drained, its body faded and thin, barely stable after taking a direct Dragon Rage from Gabite.

"Well done, Haunter," Agatha said softly, her voice for once sincere.

"Hehehehehe…"

Haunter cackled with a ghostly glee. Agatha held up two Poké Balls, recalling both Golbat and Haunter. Then… something changed.

From the shadow at her feet, two sinister eyes slowly emerged—maddening and gleeful, laughing and crying at once. As Agatha held her notebook, her entire body was swallowed by the shadow. And just like that—she vanished.

But what Agatha didn't know… was that someone else had been watching the entire time, hidden and silent—stealing her research.

Meanwhile, inside the Ghost Tower's fourth floor, the place was in ruins. Fortunately, the tower had been built with rigorous craftsmanship; even though the upper floors were damaged and tilted, collapse didn't seem imminent.

Logan exhaled. First he'd nearly sunk the S.S. Anne a week ago… now nearly brought down an ancient Ghost Tower. If this kept up, he really would look like a terrorist.

Ceiling dust still rained down. Koga's Golbat lay unconscious and out cold. As for Haunter—it had been withdrawn by Agatha after taking a hit from Gabite's Dragon Rage. No way it could be taken out in one shot—it was a Four Elites-class Pokémon, after all.

With Haunter gone, the ghostly mist cleared immediately. But both Koga and Blue Oak were still mentally poisoned. Even without further exposure, their minds would take time to recover.

Agatha's departure had left them like broken puppets—blank, motionless. Even their Pokémon just stood there, lost. The entire tower fell into a chilling silence.

Then—Logan felt it.

A sharp spike of psychic energy pulsed in the air—Sabrina and her Alakazam had activated their powers. Even though it was invisible, Logan could sense the strike like a hammer smashing into Koga's mind.

The ninja flinched violently, staggering back two steps. His eyes slowly cleared, the fog lifting.

"…Thank you, Sabrina."

Koga's voice was hoarse but filled with genuine gratitude. Logan understood immediately—Koga had been conscious the whole time. Trapped in his own body, unable to fight back.

Sabrina didn't respond with words. She simply teleported beside Koga in a flash, her usual posture—arms crossed, leaning lazily on Alakazam—unchanged. But when she looked at Logan, there was a glint of smug victory in her eyes.

"Want to take care of these two nuisances, Sabrina?" Koga asked, still weak, but smiling grimly.

"Of course," she said, voice cold. "These two have been a thorn in Team Rocket's side for too long. One can't move. The other's Pokémon are exhausted. There's no better moment for two Gym Leaders to strike together."

She smiled—a soft, dangerous smirk—and Logan couldn't help but notice… there was a bit of teasing satisfaction in it.

Just moments ago, they'd been enemies. Now, they stood side by side.

Logan glanced at Blue Oak, who still stood blank-eyed beside him.

Sigh… even my allies aren't in the best shape.

"You're really heartless, Sabrina," Logan sighed dramatically. "After that romantic stormy night we shared—pouring rain, whispered secrets… and now, first thing in the morning, you're here to kill me? So cruel. Women, huh?"

His bitter laugh echoed through the quiet tower.

Sabrina's forehead twitched. Koga slowly turned to her, wide-eyed.

He suddenly thought of his estranged wife—of raising his daughter alone. And how the woman he once loved had abandoned them both.

"…Women, huh."

Koga gave a dry, self-deprecating smile.

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