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A deep breath, pulled to the base of his lungs, filled him with the sharp, salty tang of the sea air. It brushed against his hoarse throat, bringing a bittersweet sting of nostalgia. Dewford was a place that held a lot of memories for him. It was here that he had laughed, cried, and grown. Here, he had faced his fears and his failures, and where he had found his strength.
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As he stood on the familiar shores, he couldn't help but reflect on the person he used to be—a weaker him, a newer him, a stupider him. Back then, he was naïve, full of ideals instead of aiming to reach the only acceptable resolution to this war. What had happened since then? What steps had he taken since then?
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He stood before the crumbling remains of Granite Cave, now destined to be known as The Ruins of Granite. The jagged rocks and collapsed tunnels seemed to echo with the ghosts of the past. He picked up a rock, its cold surface rough against his skin. From beneath, the ominous sounds of the portal murmured, hinting at a realm filled with nothing but pain, memories of being impaled, shot, beaten; but at the same time. It was the place he found his resolve again after the clash with his father. Where his fighting spirit was properly sharpened, where it had become Qing.
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His actions today were stupid; but he didn’t regret them, even if he had failed in the task he had set out for himself. His hand went for a head that wasn’t there, Absol wasn’t beside him, the dark type was a killer, he wouldn’t bring a killer to a place like this.
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He felt a pokeball at his side wobble, shake and attempt to move out of the pokeball; fighting against itself. That could really only mean a singular thing. Kouji looked over his shoulder.
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”Navidson, your town sure looks pretty today.”

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Sheriff

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In the warrior's code, there's no surrender. Though his body says stop, his spirit cries, "NEVER!"

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If he hadn’t taken one job, his life would have taken a different path. One quick investigation in Dewford. Some woman was missing her wedding ring. A normal job, laced with a big paycheck. It was more an excuse to get out of the city for a day.[break][break]
And what a day it had been. It was a day of definition and refinement. For one day, this cold war burned bright as the sun. Mounds of dead men and mons were piled up, buried upon Mt. Pyre. The creature he had been, some thing coasting through life with one foot in the light and one in the dark, died. He was beaten like unrefined steel until he took focus.[break][break]
Nostalgia wells within him. For most, the battle was a year ago. For him, it was twenty and change. Galar created a gulf within him, a gulf he struggled to fill until, finally, he was forced to accept all of himself. Michael Navidson, Pale Rider, Navy, all those names belong to him.[break][break]
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A ball madly shakes at his hip. There is only one being who can rouse that much reaction from Shuwen. Navy walks forward. Somewhere along the way, he finds another walking alongside him.[break][break]
“Admin Fox did a little redecorating.” He smiles wanly. “What’re you doing here, Kouji? Quinn, Cross, or Harcourt put you up to this?”

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Harcourt, Quinn, Cross? Kouji smirked as he looked up at Navidson, there was a difference there, something had changed about the man. It was the intensity behind the look in his eyes, a real sharp stare.
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Like a blade piercing through his skill.
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It was focused, the kind Kouji had seen on war veterans alone. He had overseen a war, but for him the memories of that place was growing fainter, he remembered the time in the gallows, defending the walls, two decades of duty. But just like his age had slipped from him, so would that time, a year had passed, and that world felt far more distant, the world he existed in now was the one and only.
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”Nah, I came here out of my own volition. Had to sort something out with the new Gym Leader, didn’t realise you knew her too.” Kouji said over his shoulder, though once more unable to help himself; his smirk turned hungrier, his golden eyes focused down on the Sheriff of Dewford. ”Made her take the straight and narrow path huh? You think someone like that can?”
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”Not like it matters.” He shook his head, why was he even going into this, was it just a matter of spite? ”We clean up any stragglers eventually.”

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Sheriff

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In the warrior's code, there's no surrender. Though his body says stop, his spirit cries, "NEVER!"

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POSTED ON Jun 23, 2024 10:18:46 GMT

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“It’s never too late to change the road you’re on.” He repeats a mantra given to numerous defectors, and those he hopes will defect. They’re spoken with resolve, an understanding that to speak them could burn him. To believe in someone or something is to put your heart on the line.[break][break]
“But that ain’t your style. Yeah, I know her. She’s my daughter.” Not by blood. She’s too old for that. In another lifetime, his daughter by blood wore Tsubaki’s face, and wore it well. It rouses old protective instincts in him, something that turns curiosity into genuine, ferocious paternal wrath.[break][break]
“You touch her, and I’ll kill you.” He speaks the words like a vow. There can be no higher calling than to defend another. A blade raised in defense of another is raised with all the surety in the world. As he speaks, fey mist begins to cover the ground. Dewford has gained itself a new guardian, a warden to stem the flow of evil from the midnight sea.[break][break]
“You don’t want this fight, man.” Not like this. Navy looks in Kouji’s eyes, searches him. The Rocket seems like an unfinished painting, something an artist worked on and promptly tossed aside before masterful strokes could render him complete.

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POSTED ON Jun 23, 2024 10:28:42 GMT

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His daughter.
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”Good.” Kouji’s words were even, his eyes wavered for a moment before he steeled them again. ”Make sure you protect my little sister from everyone, including me.” He’d do his duty, because that was the only thing left; he’d thrown away far too much in the last year to simply allow everything around him to fall apart…Or rather because it had fallen apart, he had to go forth in this path.
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He squared up his stance, his eyes looked for any kind of gap in the man, a slight crack he could take advantage of. But unlike before there was nothing, like tempered steel the person across from him wasn’t showing any. Perhaps in the layers underneath, but Kouji wouldn’t be able to find any such thing.
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His hands twitched, ready to go for his pokeball within a second. He couldn’t be the first to blink or flinch away in this opening move, he wanted this fight. It served no greater purpose, it had nothing of weight behind it, bereft of his own ideology.
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”Aye, you’re right. I don’t want this fight.” Did the present him want any fights? Kouji wasn’t sure, but that fire was too dim. He who had sought conflict wherever it may be, found no such burning desire.
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”But I’ll take it anyway, I’m a Rocket, you’re in the League. What other reason is there for two people to fight other than being on opposite sides?” The sharp smirk that followed it was almost hollow before it dropped away. Kouji blinked.
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Then charged forward, pokeball thrown into the air, the one to greet them was Hydreigon, the dragon roared from all three heads before it charged ahead of his trainer.
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The fight of barbarism was started.

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POSTED ON Jun 23, 2024 10:41:41 GMT

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Dewford’s sheriff doesn’t budge. He doesn’t give an inch. To look away or show fear is to invite defeat. His hands rest against his belt. Hydreigon stirs another old memory from him. Navy remembers the vicious fight that led to its evolution. They fought amongst granite and rolling, open abyss.[break][break]
“You talk like a guy who’s got nothing to fight for – not even his pride.” He speaks up, as if addressing the dragon, but the words carry across the rubble to Kouji. “How the hell do you think you’re gonna beat me – hell, any of the League, if that’s how you talk?”[break][break]
Hydreigon’s shadow bubbles. It threatens to overflow, darkness bleeding into light. From the great dragon’s shadow emerges the unlikeliest opponent one could imagine: a Greninja. Hattori is small, too small to be considered a proper Greninja by most. Illegal breeding and a frenzy for his species following a successful Kalosian movie led to the unfortunate circumstances of his birth.[break][break]
Yet Navy found him, and trained him, and gave him purpose. A shinobi is one who serves, and no shinobi would see their Lord die in a battle like this. Empowered by duty, conviction, and purpose, draconic energy wraps around the frog. He seems a much vaster creature than he truly is, wrapped in a furious aura. In times like these, in a crucible like Hoenn, even a small thing like him can be a dragon.[break][break]
His dragon hammer smashes into Hydreigon with terrible purpose.[break][break]
“That’s not how that kid in the cave talked.”

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Pride? That had been lost in that torture room.
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Something to fight for? There wasn’t anyone to put his lot in, not fully, there was no purpose if there was no person. He only had Rocket, that was everything to him, even more than himself. Kouji Matsubara had searched, believed he’d found it, and then on the day he’d lost it, he couldn’t fill that cup once more.
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”Hah. The hell you are talking about Navy, there’s only the fight left. Do you think any of us will reach our goals? Dreams, hopes? Fuck that. I’ll fight until there’s nothing else left in Rocket’s path.” Then he’d burn up with the end of the conflict, snuffed out by his own embers.
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As he crossed past Hydreigon, he barely saw it from the corner of his eyes until the aura was too great to ignore, that of a great beast of a Dragon, Hydriegon was far too big to turn around in a timely manner, to dodge properly as the strike smashed into him, causing the sand around them to explode outwards with great force.
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The shockwave knocked Kouji off his feet, and tumbling forward into a roll, tight he attempted to get back to his feet, ignoring the gathering mist he charged at Navidson.
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”You can choke on your pride, there’s something bigger than just me at stake.”
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At that moment the three headed dragon roared, one head blinded full; crushed and eaten by the other in the battle here at this very beach. Forcefully floating upwards against the powerful strike that had almost knocked it out. Each head told its own story, that of viciousness, of crushed kindness, of purposeful blind allegiance. Each head gathered energy, a story of fire, of ice, of lightning, gathering together in a ball of energy; the Tri-Attack was shot at the small yet great ninja.
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While Kouji Matsubara dived to throw a punch at Navy.
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"There's no time to be that kid anymore."

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POSTED ON Jun 23, 2024 11:15:09 GMT

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Kouji spoke like a whipped dog. It burned Navy’s blood, made it boil like it hadn’t boiled in years. To fight his own for the sake of the world was his sacred duty. To fight Rocket was his chivalric vow. Kouji’s words reeked of resignation. It brings to mind another memory, of a creature steeped in that same resignation.[break][break]
Behind them, colors fly across the battlefield. Elemental fury gathers in the maw of a broken dragon. Hattori stands in the eye of that hurricane, looking up at his foe with one eye. He readies himself for what’s to come. His breathing stills.[break][break]
Something is struck, but it isn’t Hattori. Something is burned, singed, frozen, struck by lightning. All that fury is focused on one focal point…[break][break]
And then, it is returned. A second blow, this one more decisive than the first. His substitution jutsu turns the dragon’s strength upon itself.[break][break]
A thin, metal duster covers the sheriff’s right fist. Navy hardly notices it’s there. Kouji’s charging him, a forward charge, a suicidal rush. Kouji charges Navy just like the sheriff once charged Cillian Quinn on a bloody beach. Death had been his reward, and he came back less than what he had been before.[break][break]
“Then fight like you’ve got something to lose!” He shouts the words like a commander on the battlefield. “Or else you’ve already lost!”[break][break]
His fist flies out, an impossibly strong haymaker. All the fury Navy’s felt condenses into that blow, that one strike. He’s reminded of another blow, one delivered unto him like a wake-up call. It was a wicked blow, just as the haymaker is wicked. Navy feels his own bones shatter from the force, but he doesn’t care. Some things are worth the pain.[break][break]
“That kid talked a whole lot of sense.”

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The blow was utterly Wicked, Kouji felt all sense being knocked out of him, the fist which sunk into his stomach made him feel as if each piece of food he had eaten the past year was going to be knocked back up. His ribs cracked…No he was sure two of them shattered at least. His body deformed around the fist before he was shot backwards with great force. The dark energies which coalesced only made him go back even further, bounce across the sand before he skidded to a stop.
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Kouji Matsubara felt his mind come to a halt, the pain and bile that was soaring up his throat followed with blood; it dripped, drop after drop; he could feel his sense return to him slowly as his Hydreigon’s roar of pain reached his ear.
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The Dragon Type soared past him, Kouji could feel the energy that spun past him for a moment as the Dark Type struck rock, and slid down it. Its own force turned against it before it floated back up again, blood and scars littered its body, dark intentions without a focus was aimed at the Ninja, a so called last charge, Draconic energies gathered in its maws, Dragon Pulse.
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But it was simply the charge of a mad beast who had nothing else left but that same madness, Kouji could see it from the outside.
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”Already lost?” He forced his way up to his feet, wobbly in his stance as he looked at Navy with bloodshot eyes, vessels having burst from the pressure that was applied to his body. ”Ah…I guess I have…” Words filled with delirium, but they struck at the truth he had tried to avoid. When did that happen? He began to wonder just at what moment, perhaps it had been many.
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”You can’t unlose, Navy. That kid lost, and I’m what’s left. There’s no more sense to be had. I’ll just keep swinging, so, are you gonna be able to put me down?”
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It was a simple statement, Kouji Matsubara began to move, one step turned into two, then into three, and then even more.
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But he asked himself that question once more, when had he begun to lose sight of himself?

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YOU SEE ME NOW A VETERAN OF A THOUSAND PSYCHIC WARS.

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Hattori lowered himself, ready to bounce forward. A few skips, a rise, and his kunai would be at the dragon’s throat. A low growl from his newest teammate leads him to draw back. Something else steps onto the field.[break][break]
Zacian, Hero of Many Battles, walks out of the mist. She looks at the dragon with quiet, even eyes. Her golden gaze sizes the monster up. It would not take the warrior to sense a creature on its last legs. Some would say death here would be a mercy. Both this hero and her sword brother disagree.[break][break]
She steps forward, blindingly quick even with her sword sheathed. Her paw swipes up at its head, delivering a false swipe that has enough force to crush stone. For Pokemon of this dragon’s caliber, it will simply be a strong sleep. There will come another day when the dragon and the intrepid sword meet.[break][break]
“One loss don’t make you a loser.” He grunts, like he was the one that suffered that grievous blow to the stomach. His arm knits itself. Blood vessels reform, skin heals, and soon his arm is as good as new. “You think I’ve never lost a fight? A fight that mattered?” He had been beaten by Rocket, terrified into submission by Rocket, tossed about like a ragdoll. Yet still, he endured.[break][break]
Instead of striking him again, Navy strides right for Kouji. He walks as if he means to walk through the younger man.[break][break]
“I saw the world you want. I saw the shit you had to go through. You really gonna let your first real loss whip you this bad?”[break][break]
He stops just short of Kouji. His eyes turn down upon one who had once been a fated foe.[break][break]
“Thought you were better than that.”

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Hydreigon went to slumber with the strong strike; False Swipe was a move made of kindness as well as strength, the energy in its maws harmlessly dispersed, taken apart by the strong aura of the legendary before it. Only blackness awaited the Dark-Type, one that it would wake from soon enough.
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Kouji wasn’t given a fate so kind; Navy’s words only lit a fire under him, one fuelled by ichor, a dirty sensation flooded his veins, his expression contorted into a rictus of disgust before morphing into that of rage, further accentuated by the blood dripped from his nose, from the corner of his mouth, from the bloodshot eyes that stared at Michael Navidson.
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”You think this is because of one fucking loss?” He screamed, perhaps mostly at himself. ”One loss? I can deal with one fucking loss.” It had been Galar, it had been this place, it had been mostly to himself. Rage that brought the memories flooding back in. ”I fucking worked my ass off from the day I was born, here, in Galar, back here, again and again. What’s my fucking reward? To be tortured for a decade while my comrades forget about our goals? To come back, and have my friends leave?”
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Abandoned again and again, what was the purpose of a fight when there was no-one to celebrate victories with? Those in Galar had settled into their roles, Kouji wasn’t built to live in a society, he had been raised to be a Rocket from his very first steps. A simple break in conflict wasn’t something he could accept, to fight, and then fight again was the only way he had been taught how to live.
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”You have your daughter, you had Gabe.” While his siblings had left him behind, was it envy that surged up into the mix? Was it something else?
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”Don’t fucking lecture me, I can deal with losing fights, losing others.” He tried to convince himself so he could focus on the fight, so he could have focused on his goals. ”You’ve even got the favour of a legendary like this.” He said as he steadied his footing, his glare levelled at Zacian, the first time Kouji acknowledged it.
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”Galar made you a hero, a Warrior. Me? I’m not even a fighter anymore.”

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YOU SEE ME NOW A VETERAN OF A THOUSAND PSYCHIC WARS.

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“Galar didn’t make me a warrior, Kouji.” Zacian meets Kouji’s glare, golden eyes cast in a shadow. Her sword returned to its scabbard, tied across her back. She stood there, waiting, allowing her sworn sword brother to speak to one who needs to hear his words.[break][break]
“You did.” He points right at Kouji, eyes falling to the younger man’s fists. He turns, and nods at the rubble. “The day we met, I was some punk. Feet between two worlds. Didn’t have direction. Told myself all kinds of lies. I ran scared through those caves. Thought I was going to die. Then, I met you.”[break][break]
He looks back to Kouji, arms folded. Time has changed them both, made them old beyond their years. Hoenn demands a high price to stand on its center stage, and for some their only reward is an early grave and a place far down in the credits.[break][break]
“And I had no choice but to be strong if I wanted to survive. Galar took me, gave me time to think, let me find myself…” A nod of acknowledgement to Kouji. “But it started with you.”[break][break]
“So stop acting like a pussy. If your Rocket pals don’t see things your way, get stronger. Make them see. That’s what it’s like living in a world ruled by the strong, right?”

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A world ruled by the strong?
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Kouji Matsubara had seen the world in such a light at one point, he’d sought that kind of resolution at one point. But what the hell was strength anyway, when he’d tried to swing with all of his force, he was knocked onto his butt. When he tried to plot in the shadows, he ended up in the gallows. When he’d tried to move in a unit, as a group, those comrades had disappeared to the other side.
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What kind of strength did he have? That of a warrior? That of a killer? That of a fighter? He looked over his shoulder at the rubble and then back up at Navidson. He tried to stop swaying, to secure his footing.
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He’d found an answer here, and had that answer shattered to pieces. Kouji Matsubara wasn’t made to sit still in the moment and ponder on things bigger than himself. Perhaps one day, but not in this moment, not right now.
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”Strong? Make them see?” So what resolution was there for those who’d left Rocket, what kind of strength was he supposed to make them see? It didn’t matter, he wasn’t made to think.
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”You sure you want to be giving me that kind of advice, Navidson?” He’d figure himself out at some point, maybe he’d reach the final absolution as that resolution. But for now, Kouji Matsubara wasn’t made to think.
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He balled up his fists tightly, until his mocha knuckles almost turned white, his golden eyes narrowed, he had someone to fight. He was angry, their paths had diverged so wildly, so widely; it wasn’t Navy’s fault.
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But Navy stood in front of him.
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”I’m about to punch your face in until I figure something out.” He reached for a pokeball, bringing his Tyranitar to the forefront. It was a legendary they were facing, a hero from the past. In a battle that could be to the death, in a battlefield where one could die.
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”What’s your name?”
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The burgeoning villain asked The Ancient Hero.

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POSTED ON Jun 26, 2024 1:04:16 GMT

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Kouji Matsubara

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YOU SEE ME NOW A VETERAN OF A THOUSAND PSYCHIC WARS.

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The blue she-wolf’s eyes sized up her newest foe. Though there is no story solidifying a lone Tyranitar as a legend, their species enjoys fame and notoriety across the world. Even the girl she was, so long ago, heard of that famed species.[break][break]
Yet still, she steps forward. When Kouji makes it clear that he’s pushing this battle, the Warrior Pokemon resolves to afford him the respect he is due. If he would push himself, even knowing he has lost the battle of wills, then she will honor him with battle. Her maw opens, wrapping around the grip of her sword once more and drawing it forth.[break][break]
Her sword brother allows his knuckle duster to fade away into mist. His knuckles are bare. Not even Ascalon hangs at his side. To use another weapon would invite dishonor upon this battlefield, and Kouji deserves better than that. When he steps forward, he does so like he did so long ago, in that cave where this all began.[break][break]
They’re older now. Space-Time has seen to that. Their bodies battered and scarred from the long war. By the grace of his sword oath, he has found the strength to swing, and so he swings at Kouji with everything he has, arms disappearing into a flurry of blows.[break][break]
“Her name’s Zacian.” Navy answers as he closes in, swift as a leaping wolf himself. “Punch as much as you need to.”[break][break]
Zacian has no time or tongue for words. Instead, sword in her mouth, she crosses the distance between Tyranitar and herself as if it simply did not exist. Ascalon’s edge slams into Tyranitar’s armored hide. The sacred sword cuts with conviction against the earthen wall.

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Zacian.
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Kouji nodded as he stepped forward with a heavy step to meet the leaping warrior with a barbaric overhead strike; two blows would meet in the middle but Kouji felt himself being pushed back by the superior weight of his opponent, size made a difference when he could feel his stomach churning at the slightest of movement but he fought the bile and blood down with a hard swallow as he reconfirmed his footing.
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Ready to follow up with a secondary hard strike, an uppercut with his opposing arm as he felt his head ring, his ears ring, his balance attempting to go from him.
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Tyranitar was struggling in a similar manner, the Sacred Sword had come far swifter than the behemoth could deal with. A sharp blade that cut at both of its weaknesses, almost threatening to take it down in a singular strike, but the Dark type roared with a roar of conviction as it forced energy from the shard within its body, changing from merely being a relative of dragons, to one of its own.
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Before it leapt at the legendary with a mouth filled to the brim with flames, Fire Fang. Yet it knew, it was experienced, a Tyranitar before every meeting its trainer. A pokemon tested in fire and flames, a hero like this wouldn’t fall to a dragon. That sword existed to cut its ilk down, and the one who could guide him to a better resolution was lost within himself.
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Yet, he had lost to that human, and so he would fight for that human. That was the shattered pride of the monarch of rock and sands rushing towards the sharpest blade.

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