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Chapter 0599: Sirfetch'd's God-Slaying Battle!(Two-in-One)
🕑 Added 2025-06-19 00:00:07 +0000 UTCThe arena roared with excitement as the giant screen displayed three of Tobias's Poké Balls grayed out.
"Contestant Natsume dominates with a 3-0 lead!"
The tables had turned—the Legendary spammer was on the back foot!
The official livestream exploded with comments, the chat scrolling at blinding speed.
At the center of it all stood Sirfetch'd, snow-white feathers gleaming, eyes sharp as its leek-blade—the crowd's new hero.
"The scabbard moves!"
"Who called Sirfetch'd deadweight? DEADWEIGHT DON'T GET DOUBLE KILLS!"
"THE DUCK HAS RISEN!"
Amid the frenzy, Sirfetch'd tightened its grip on sword and shield, its palms slightly sweaty.
Sylveon created this opening for me...
The younger ones are watching...
I can't let them down now!
"Sirfetch'd!" It raised its leek with renewed resolve, stance perfect.
Tobias's expression remained icy as he flipped open his cloak, a matte-finished Poké Ball glinting in his hand.
"Should we send it out now...?" he murmured.
From the shadows, Darkrai replied coolly: "Forget trump cards. Securing a win comes first."
Tobias nodded, eyes closing briefly as he recalled the stormy night he'd met this Pokémon.
The Eon Pokémon.
Latios.
He'd saved a ship caught in a tempest—and earned the respect of the azure dragon watching from the skies.
To a Legendary, decades were but moments. So Latios had agreed to journey with him.
Now, Tobias could feel Latios's burning will through the Poké Ball.
Natsume and Sirfetch'd—a bond mirroring his own—had stirred the dragon's fighting spirit!
"Go—"
Tobias's lips thinned. His eyes snapped open, cold as steel.
The ball arced through the air.
"Latios!"
"Contestant Tobias sends out his fourth Pokémon—"
The commentator froze mid-sentence, scrambling through his notes before shouting into the mic:
"LATIOS?! THE EON POKÉMON?!"
"Oooom!"
The streamlined blue jet of a dragon sliced through the air, crystalline wings gliding effortlessly.
The Legendary of Legendaries.
The Infinite Pokémon.
Latios had entered the fray!
The crowd's reactions splintered—some stunned, others outright terrified.
"I've never seen that Pokémon before..."
"Wait... another Legendary?!"
"TOBIAS HAD A SECOND LEGENDARY THIS WHOLE TIME?!"
The arena shook with disbelief. Tobias's sheer power defied all logic for a tournament contestant.
No nickname was given lightly.
"Legendary Spammer" wasn't just a meme—it was fact.
And now, in the semifinals... he'd unveiled Latios.
"So Tobias's ALSO smurfing?!"
"You smurf? I smurf! Battle of the gods!"
"I'd forfeit on the spot. TWO Legendaries? Nope."
The impact of Legendary Pokémon transcended normal battles.
Strong regular Pokémon? People saw those every day.
But mythical, near-divine beings appearing in a tournament?
That was reality-shattering.
The chat, after a stunned silence, flooded with question marks.
"???"
"Is this even fair?"
"Did he seriously catch that Latios in a regular Poké Ball?"
"You idiot! He just spray-painted a Master Ball to look normal! Minimalism is key!"
Ash, ever the amnesiac when it came to Legendaries, pulled out his Pokédex to scan Latios—despite having met one before in Altomare.
"Latios, huh..." Bruno's black belt fluttered as he crossed his arms. "This changes things."
Gold shot to his feet. "Three battles in, facing a Legendary... Shouldn't Sirfetch'd switch out now?"
"Psychic-types hard-counter Fighting," Bruno agreed grimly.
Meanwhile, Lucian adjusted his glasses, studying Tobias and Latios with sudden interest.
After the match... he mused, I should recruit this man for research.
On the Grassy Field, Latios's wings stirred the air, its gaze calm as it studied Natsume.
The Eon Pokémon detested conflict—it only bonded with those of pure heart.
That Tobias had earned its trust spoke volumes.
Now, Latios sensed something unexpected—a gentle pulse from The Power of One.
Natsume blinked.
It actually responded?
He glanced at Tobias, confirming the man hadn't noticed, and fought down a smirk.
This feels like cheating right in front of him...
『I look forward to our battle,』 Latios's telepathy echoed, its usual serenity replaced by rare excitement.
"Hey," Natsume whispered, unable to resist, "you got a sister? Hook me up with Latias?"
『?』
The connection severed abruptly.
"Latios!" Latios banked sharply, its sleek blue form cutting through the sky like a jet.
The wind howled—a Legendary's aura radiating pure pressure.
Sirfetch'd blinked, glancing back at Natsume.
"Sirfetch'd ┌(。Д。)┐"
Why's it suddenly pissed?!
"Don't look at me," Natsume said, then turned toward Gold in the stands—pointedly.
Gold pointed at himself, confused.
Natsume nodded solemnly.
"What'd Natsume-sensei say?" Ash asked.
"Think he told me..." Gold scratched his head, "...not to run away later?"
Such was the dreaded foreshadowing of The Hatcher!
Natsume moved to recall Sirfetch'd—but Sirfetch'd planted its feet, shield raised.
"Sirfetch'd!"
Humility. Valor. Justice.
A knight never flees.
Through The Power of One, Natsume felt its resolve—and smiled.
Even slackers have their pride.
If someone's gotta carry... why not me?
Watch closely, Tobias—
Like a noble warrior, a lone swordsman, a knight charging windmills—
Sirfetch'd stared down the hovering Latios, the crowd's roar shaking the stadium.
"SIRFETCH'D, END HIM!!"
The cheers drowned out Latios's presence—as if the duck alone was the main event.
"Latios—"
Tobias found himself swept up in the electric atmosphere, an involuntary grin tugging at his lips as he thrust out his hand:
"Psyshock!"
"Latios!"
Latios spiraled higher into the air currents, its streamlined form resembling a fighter jet executing a vertical climb before disappearing into the cloud cover.
The white-feathered Sirfetch'd squinted skyward, leek at the ready.
Suddenly—
Latios reappeared behind Sirfetch'd in a textbook cobra maneuver, blue feathers glowing with Inner Focus's sharp intensity—
—descending like a guillotine blade made of pure draconic energy!
"Detect!"
Without needing visual confirmation, Sirfetch'd closed its eyes and pivoted on instinct, raising its shield in perfect defensive form.
BOOM!
The impact shook the arena as Latios struck with the force of a meteor, Psyshock's psychic energy converting to physical impact. The crowd collectively held their breath.
"Can it withstand that?!"
"It has to!"
Sirfetch'd's claws dug trenches in the earth as it skidded backward, its shield cracking audibly under the strain—
—yet its leek remained poised, gathering emerald energy from the Grassy Terrain!
In one fluid motion, Sirfetch'd executed a perfect Leaf Blade—CRITICAL HIT!
Latios pulled up sharply, its maw glowing pink as it unleashed—
Luster Purge!
The beam expanded mid-air into a devastating pillar of light. Sirfetch'd stood firm, its leek flashing as it cleaved the attack clean in two—
KABOOOOOM!!!
The explosion rocked the stadium, remnants of Luster Purge scorching the barrier walls. As smoke cleared, Sirfetch'd remained frozen in its follow-through stance.
Before it stretched a smoldering trench where the attack had been bisected.
Though its pristine white feathers were now charred and frayed, Sirfetch'd's eyes burned brighter than ever: "Sirfetch'd!"
"Oom...?"
Tobias's breath caught. Across the field, Latios hovered unsteadily, a glistening wound across its underbelly where the counterattack had connected.
"Grassy Terrain boost... plus a critical hit?!"
The crowd erupted. Chat channels flooded with 'OMG' as spectators lost their minds.
"It split a Legendary's signature move in half?!"
"I could do that blindfolded!"
"BEHOLD—THE LEAF BLADE OF THE GODS!!"
In every way that mattered, Sirfetch'd embodied Natsume's spirit—unpredictable, ridiculous, and somehow brilliant.
But today marked its moment to shine against impossible odds.
"The mark of a true warrior is moving forward without fear," Bruno observed solemnly.
"But—Latios is healing!" Ash pointed out urgently.
Tobias's voice cut through the noise: "Recover!"
A collective groan rolled through the stands as white energy enveloped Latios, its wounds visibly sealing.
"Recover should be banned!"
"Now he knows how it feels to face Natsume-sensei's stall tactics..."
"Karma's a dragon, huh?!"
Natsume's gaze sharpened.
If we outpace its healing...
Then this just becomes a damage race.
"Leaf Blade!"
Sirfetch'd's leek flashed green as it launched another strike, sending Latios tumbling back into the clouds through the smoke.
Tobias knew ranged combat was key. As a Dragon/Psychic hybrid, Latios had one ultimate finisher—
High above, contrails marked its flight path as it gathered draconic energy, scales shimmering ominously.
"Draco Meteor!!"
The sky itself seemed to split open as crimson meteors rained down like orbital strikes.
Sirfetch'd watched the approaching cataclysm with eerie calm.
"Sirfetch'd..."
Fear?
After facing literal divinity alongside its trainer—
This was just...
Another challenge to overcome.
"Sirfetch'd!" It tightened its grip, shield raised defiantly.
Nothing left to fear now!
Natsume glanced between the incoming Draco Meteor and Sirfetch'd.
The Aura of Ripple flowed between them, easing the duck's exhaustion.
Even the laziest team member couldn't escape Natsume's grueling training regimen—
Day after day, drop by drop,
Until the dam finally breaks.
Their bond resonated in that instant—a perfect synchronization of will.
"Sirfetch'd—"
Though not a Legendary, Sirfetch'd possessed its own signature move—
150 base power, surpassing even Palkia's Spacial Rend!
Such techniques demanded blood, sweat, and tears to master.
For Sirfetch'd, every day under Natsume's "care" had been hellish conditioning—
All leading to this moment.
This was Sirfetch'd's ultimate technique, forged through unwavering resolve!
"METEOR ASSAULT!!"
Bruno's eyes widened.
He recognized this—the pinnacle of Fighting-type moves, one of the most powerful techniques in existence!
"Sirfetch'd!!( -'`-)"
As draconic meteors rained down like missiles, the arena trembled—
BOOOOOOM!!!
"Sirfetch'd!!" Sirfetch'd hurled its leek like a jousting lance, the weapon streaking skyward like a shooting star.
100% accuracy.
No escape.
"Latios!" Latios's eyes flashed with panic as it tried to evade—
—but the projectile tore through clouds and draconic fury alike, striking true!
CRITICAL HIT.
FATAL BLOW.
KABOOOOOM!!!
The impact shattered barriers, the shockwave scattering falling meteors like broken fireworks.
Silence.
The crowd stopped breathing, dry-mouthed as smoke cleared.
Sirfetch'd stood with head bowed, expression hidden—
—until a heavy thud echoed through the stillness.
THUD.
Latios crashed to earth, the leek-lance embedded in its stomach, utterly defeated.
The arena remained deathly quiet.
No one could process what they'd just witnessed.
As smoke dissipated, the battered Sirfetch'd became visible—
Feathers charred, shield cracked, but spirit unbroken.
"Sirfetch'd..." It weakly raised its ruined shield.
Before the fallen Latios.
"Sirfetch'd!" Its eyes blazed to life with a 'ding'!
The crowd erupted.
"GOD-SLAYING BATTLE COMPLETE!!"
"THREE K.O.s IN A ROW!!"
"SINCE WHEN WAS SIRFETCH'D THIS COOL?!"
Sirfetch'd exhaled deeply, retrieving its leek—then paused.
"Sirfetch'd! (′︿‵)"
Thank Arceus that actually worked...
Imagine if I'd whiffed in front of everyone?!
