Pokemon: Spiritual Master-Chapter 528: This Gengar Is Ridiculous

"Ka-kaah~~"

In a quiet corner of the Pokémon Sanctuary, Gengar carefully kneaded together a large black orb.

Wisps of Ghost-type energy gathered and swirled within the sphere.

Huh?

Mewtwo, watching from nearby, looked mildly surprised.

Sure, it had known Gengar was powerful—but this was the first time it had seen Gengar form such a large Shadow Ball.

From behind a tree, a Dusknoir peeked its head out and silently contributed some of its Ghost-type energy to the process.

But that wasn't the point.

The important thing was—

Mewtwo was trying to get Gengar to transform its Special Attack-oriented move into something more physical in nature.

Mewtwo once again gathered a sphere of intertwined psychic and mental energy, showcasing the properties of Psystrike.

Gengar watched intently, learning as it went.

And honestly—

Mewtwo was once again surprised.

Gengar actually showed a bit of talent for it!

Before long, it had already started to get the feel of it.

Was my move always this easy? Mewtwo couldn't help but wonder.

It didn't know—

Johan's Gengar had always preferred physical attacks. Punching was just the basics—what Gengar truly loved were mischievous, ghostly physical techniques.

So for a move like Psystrike, which visually looked like a special attack but used physical power, Gengar didn't necessarily master it instantly—but it definitely grasped the core concept fast.

Johan's guidance in letting Gengar develop physical moves had once again paid off.

Mewtwo was genuinely impressed with Gengar's speed of learning.

As Johan passed by—having finished organizing both the Sanctuary Pokémon and the Genesect—he caught sight of Gengar learning from Mewtwo.

He paused.

When did my Ghost/Poison-type start learning from a Psychic-type like Mewtwo?

And... was that Psystrike?!

Wait a second—

He knew his Gengar well.

Though Gengar was a Ghost-type, due to its "age," its mental strength wasn't weak. But learning Psystrike?

Actually... it kinda looks like it's working?

Mewtwo used psychic and mental force.

But Gengar was using ghostly energy and mental force.

It wasn't so much learning Psystrike, as learning the technique behind it.

"Good lord... when the 'Youth Masters World Championship' comes up, is my Gengar going to get banned?"

Because some of Gengar's moves were straight-up ridiculous.

It had learned Dark Void from Darkrai, Spectral Thief from Marshadow, a unique form of Shadow Sneak from Giratina and the space-time rift...

And now? It was learning Psystrike's physical conversion concept from Mewtwo.

"This Gengar... is getting more and more busted."

Maybe he should save Gengar for the final match?

What if it got banned after one fight?

But then again—

None of the other participants—like Lance, Steven, or Cynthia—were exactly bringing "reasonable" Pokémon either.

He wouldn't even be surprised if some legendaries showed up.

Speaking of which—

Johan glanced at Mewtwo and smirked.

"I just hope everyone stays 'reasonable.' Otherwise, I might flip the table."

—

Night fell.

Power hadn't fully returned to the Pokémon Sanctuary yet, but out in the fields, orange firelight flickered.

A bonfire blazed on the grass.

All the Pokémon—those from the Sanctuary, Johan's own, and the Genesect—gathered there.

All but one.

The "pathetic, weak, helpless, pitiful" Genesect leader sat alone.

Mewtwo had once again perched in a tree, silently observing.

It didn't know how to join in... but it liked the atmosphere.

"Looks... lively."

Cynthia and Caitlin finally arrived at the Sanctuary outside Nuvema City.

From a distance, they saw the lively bonfire scene.

Cynthia gently tucked her flowing golden hair behind her ear and smiled.

But Caitlin, who had been bouncing happily a moment ago, now wore a serious expression.

"What's wrong?"

Cynthia noticed the change.

Caitlin pressed her lips together, hesitated, and then said, "Such powerful psychic energy..."

Huh?

Cynthia was stunned.

She'd never heard Caitlin say that before.

As a top-tier psychic in the world of Pokémon, Caitlin ranked easily in the top three. For her to be impressed?

"You're here?"

Johan walked over, smiling.

"Looks like you've handled the problem?" Cynthia asked with a smile.

"More or less."

The Genesect had been "calmed" for now. Next step: help them find a home.

Which, now that he thought about it, might be something to discuss with Cynthia.

"More or less?"

Cynthia didn't press for details—Johan looked relaxed, so the issue seemed under control.

"What's with her?" Johan asked, noticing Caitlin's dazed look.

"No clue," Cynthia replied. "She was fine earlier, but after we arrived at the Sanctuary, she said she sensed strong psychic power?"

Strong psychic power...

Johan immediately understood.

His expression turned oddly amused.

Caitlin had probably sensed Mewtwo—or rather, Mewtwo's psychic aura.

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Caitlin had always been proud of her powers. Now she'd met her match.

"Makes sense. Don't worry, it's nothing." Johan replied with a sly smile.

Cynthia squinted at him.

Why do I feel like Johan's messing with her?

"By the way, what exactly happened?"

Caitlin had told her bits and pieces, but secondhand info only went so far.

"Well..."

Johan recounted everything—from Team Plasma, to the Genesect, to Kyurem.

By the end, Cynthia's face had turned serious too.

"I thought it was this guy."

She showed Johan a news article—with photos.

The headline:

"Shocking sighting! Never-before-seen powerful Pokémon, suspected to be a Legendary!"

Photos: Mewtwo.

"Looks like two were fighting? But that cat-like Pokémon doesn't seem hostile to humans?"

Johan's eye twitched at the comments.

Well great.

Mewtwo was famous now.

At least it wasn't infamous.

Wait...

If people found out Mewtwo was with him, would he get labeled "that guy with all the legendaries" again?

"Who are they?"

Meanwhile, from his perch outside the Sanctuary, Mewtwo had noticed Cynthia and Caitlin.

He asked aloud.

Gengar popped out from the shadows beside him, munching roasted corn. It offered Mewtwo a piece.

"Ka-kaah?"

Want some?

The smell of roasted corn wafted through the air.

Then Gengar looked toward Johan and the others. Its eyes lit up.

"Ka-kaah!"

Cynthia!

Cynthia?

Gengar, corn in mouth, made a mischievous little gesture with its thumbs—grinning at Mewtwo like, You get it?

Mewtwo: "..."

Get what?

"Ka-kaah~~"

Gengar pointed at the dazed Caitlin.

That's the little psychic witch.

Mewtwo's eyes settled on Caitlin.

She tensed up instinctively.

"Impressive psychic power," Mewtwo nodded slightly.

"Ka-kaah~"

Yep, pretty good~ Gengar agreed.

Then it paused.

It looked at its hands.

Wait.

Where's the second corn skewer it brought?

Gengar looked sideways at Mewtwo.

Mewtwo's expression was blank.

Gengar leaned in.

There, at the corner of Mewtwo's mouth... a faint smudge from the roasted corn.

"Ka-kaah!" Gengar yelped.

Mewtwo: "..."

And vanished.

"Ka-kaah?"

Gengar scratched its head, confused.

What? I brought it for you anyway—why so shy?

—

"Nurse Joy, where was this photo taken?"

Inside a corridor of the Sanctuary, Nurse Joy stopped as Johan, Cynthia, and Caitlin followed.

On the wall was a landscape photo.

"High art," Rotom chimed. As an expert in photography, I must say—

This was the photo Johan had been searching for.

Floating in the lake were the flowers the Genesect loved—Aorta Blossoms.

"That one..."

Nurse Joy thought for a moment.

"It was taken in a remote mountain forest. Not sure where exactly, but it's in the northern-central part of Unova."

Johan quietly made note of the location.

If he promised to help the Genesect find a home, then he'd follow through.

And frankly, a place away from humans might suit them better.

—

In the foggy Reverse Mountain of Unova

A massive black battleship hovered among the clouds.

In front of a huge projection screen stood Colress, cradling his mini-computer, a calm smile on his face.

On the screen: Ghetsis, one of the Seven Sages and N's adoptive father.

"If you believe it's necessary, let them assist you," Ghetsis said coldly.

Team Plasma was in trouble.

But Ghetsis didn't seem worried.

Colress smiled wider and bowed.

"Thank you."

Ghetsis nodded faintly.

"Their 'sacrifice' was inevitable, but they are still our troops. Make it worth something."

"Absolutely!"

Colress glanced toward a ship chamber—something terrifying was awakening.

"This is our chance."

The League wanted to arrest them?

Let them.

Sacrifice a few pawns. Reap the reward.

And if the Unova League thought they'd destroyed Team Plasma?

Good.

That's when the real plan would begin.

Colress ended the call—and immediately contacted another Sage: Zinzolin.

"Prepare. We move now."

His tone was calm.

But behind his glasses, his eyes gleamed with madness.

Target—DNA Splicers.

—

At N's Castle

Ghetsis stood before the grand window, hands on his staff, gazing into the distance.

He wasn't worried about Colress.

No one but Team Plasma could satisfy his twisted needs.

But one person did worry him.

His foster son—N.

"Lord Ghetsis, Lord N has returned."

A grunt entered, respectful.

N was technically the king of Team Plasma, but they still deferred to Ghetsis—because he was N's "father."

"Tell him I'm not here."

Ghetsis walked toward the secret chamber.

"Yes, sir!"

No one was surprised.

He'd been refusing to see N ever since his return.

To most people, it looked like he was angry at N for vanishing for half a year.

But the truth?

Ghetsis wasn't mad.

N was just a puppet.

Someone to be thrown to the League if things went south.

Once the League thought they'd captured the leader?

Ghetsis would vanish—into the shadows—ready to rebuild again.

The League was closing in.

N's time was running out.

And Ghetsis?

Had no intention of seeing a soon-to-be criminal with a silly idea like "Pokémon liberation."

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