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Chapter 289: Settling the Two Birds, Mewtwo and Coconuts

As an artificial legendary Pokémon, Mewtwo isn’t tightly linked to nature. But anything ordinary Pokémon can sense, it can too.

Couple that with one of its most trusted abilities—its psychically micro-controlled, amplified perception—and at least for this moment, Mewtwo’s attunement to nature wouldn’t lose to legendaries born from it.

Moments later, Mewtwo slowly opened its eyes, having reached a conclusion.

For now, at least, the three legendary birds showed no abnormalities, and there were no signs the balance of nature had been disturbed.

Mewtwo couldn’t help a deep frown. Was it really going to waste time here, waiting indefinitely for the trigger of the anomaly to appear?

Sensing a flicker of impatience in Mewtwo, Slowking offered a suggestion: “Let’s go for a walk. I haven’t had breakfast. The coconuts from the palm trees on the island’s beach are delicious. I really like them.”

Mewtwo & Delibird: “…”

…

From the sky, fading from dusk to night, three avian Pokémon drew closer to the farm. Once close enough, they landed before Lucas under Moltres’s lead.

Mimikyu dove into Lucas’s open arms. While petting its head, Lucas looked at Moltres, then at Zapdos—especially Articuno—asking with his eyes what the situation was.

Moltres’s telepathy sounded.

[On the way back, Articuno happened to be on the island too, besides Zapdos. It was reluctant to come, so Mimikyu and I displayed a little force… you know. Then we invited it over.]

Lucas: “…”

Got it. Articuno probably took a mixed double smackdown, maybe several rounds, hence the current obedience.

As for Zapdos, it’d already been beaten once, so of course it wouldn’t act up—plus it had an agreement with Lucas.

Maybe it’s a legendary thing, and they’ve spent enough time together: as long as Mimikyu suppresses that innate special power, Moltres can barely perceive Mimikyu’s presence.

So Lucas wasn’t surprised Moltres could perceive Mimikyu and even tag-team Articuno with it.

Lucas looked down at Mimikyu and whispered like a mosquito: “How many times?”

Mimikyu sneaked a tiny shadow claw from beneath its cloth.

Seeing the three sharp talons, Lucas’s eyes widened.

“Three times!?”

But Mimikyu shyly smiled and extended a second shadow claw.

“Six times!?”

This time Lucas nearly failed to suppress his voice; after a hushed exclamation, he drew several sharp breaths.

Good grief, good grief!

He snuck a glance at the aloof Articuno, head held high as if nothing happened, and ranted inwardly.

Not only are Moltres and Mimikyu outrageous, this Articuno is stubborn too. Zapdos folded after one beating. Moltres, after one beating, slowly got won over by Lucas.

Only Articuno looks cold, but its temper’s even more bull-headed than a honey badger’s.

At that moment, Moltres paced to Lucas’s side and stood pressed against him, as if declaring its sovereignty to Zapdos and Articuno.

Lucas didn’t expose the little act. He chuckled, then looked at Zapdos and Articuno. After meeting Zapdos’s black eyes and Articuno’s red eyes for a beat, he opened his arms: “Welcome to my farm. No time like the present… how about a simple meal first?”

To exploit them the moment they arrived—even Lucas felt a bit embarrassed.

Better to give Zapdos and Articuno some sweets first; then he could order them around with a clear conscience.

Zapdos nodded; it was curious about the delicious foods Moltres had mentioned.

Though it mainly fed on thunderstorms or electricity from human power plants, occasionally eating other foods was fine.

Articuno was more troublesome. It cried coldly—Lucas couldn’t understand a word. Wondering if only Moltres could use telepathy, he had Moltres do real-time translation.

Articuno’s gist: it didn’t need human food to function well—no need.

“…”

Before Lucas could say more, Moltres glared at Articuno, fury blazing, on the verge of a fight.

Mimikyu also drew out a shadow claw larger than Articuno’s face, staring coldly.

Articuno’s face tightened; it squared up against the two.

Yeah, these two were repeat offenders.

Lucas knew Articuno had taken… six beatings for no clear reason and been dragged to the farm. It was natural to harbor resentment.

But though he understood, Lucas wouldn’t scold Moltres and Mimikyu for pulling Articuno closer. He didn’t want to be that guy—he’d be betraying Mimikyu and Moltres.

So… Articuno would have to be a little wronged.

It wasn’t right, but between close and distant… he chose close. Besides, he wouldn’t harm Articuno.

With that thought, Lucas snapped his fingers. Right on cue, Raging Bolt and Serperior appeared.

With Zapdos smirking schadenfreude, Articuno felt a heavy pressure facing four “big bruisers” and sensed things were going south.

Before it could act, darkness fell; instantly suppressed, it was trussed up by Serperior and set on Raging Bolt’s back, heading toward dinner.

To outsiders, it might look like Articuno was tonight’s dinner.

When the tightly restrained Articuno saw light again, about an hour had passed.

Serperior’s vine whips withdrew. As they did, a rich, faint aroma drifted into Articuno’s nostril slits on its beak, stunning it for a moment.

What was this? It had never smelled something so fragrant.

A strange craving stirred in Articuno’s heart, but more than that, resistance. It would never—

Before it could finish its mental routine, a force pried its beak open—Swampert forcing it apart—leaving it no room to resist.

Lucas, holding skewers freshly grilled by Ceruledge, force-fed Articuno with Swampert’s help.

Pinned like a chick by Swampert, Articuno could only protest silently.

But when the spicy, savory barbecue exploded across its palate, its struggling weakened. Its red eyes bulged, as if struck by revelation.

Seeing the expression, Swampert arched a brow and stepped off, no longer pinning it.

As expected, Articuno didn’t resist further and instead savored the flavor.

It had no teeth and couldn’t chew—just gulped it down—but that fleeting taste etched itself into its mind.

Articuno’s heart screamed for more—to chase that fleeting brilliance.

But pride made it reluctant to take the first step, frozen as it watched its old rival Moltres devour, and even Zapdos dripping with oil.

Instantly unbalanced, it still refused to move first.

Lucas didn’t miss the shifts in Articuno’s demeanor and mind. He’d handled true tsunderes—this faux tsundere was a layup.

He smirked, took a platter of assorted skewers from a bustling Ceruledge and Oranguru—who on earth gave Oranguru the nerve to fan flames with its fur-and-leaf fan?—

“There’s plenty more. If it’s not enough, tell me. There’ll be desserts and drinks later.”

He returned to Articuno’s side, wearing an impeccable smile, his slow voice carrying an almost irresistible trustworthiness.

“Consider this my apology. While you’re staying here, I’ll do my best to provide you with lots of delicious food.”

Articuno was stunned. It hadn’t expected a human with many Pokémon stronger than itself to lower himself, apologize, and offer goodwill.

With the steps laid at its feet, refusing would be ungracious—and it did want to try the flavors…

A few seconds later, Articuno magnanimously accepted Lucas’s “apology” and “compensation,” then eagerly dug in.

This is delicious! That’s delicious too!

Food with such rich flavors—how magical is that?
Living off energy absorption and occasional berries—what a miserable past life was that?

So good!

For the first time since self-awareness, Articuno felt emotions so rich and intense.

After a hearty meal, Lucas led the satisfied Zapdos and Articuno to two rows of Pokémon cottages—new builds for future farm recruits, perfect for Zapdos and Articuno to stay in for now.

Even if they were used to sleeping in the wild.

Zapdos had eaten a lot of richly flavored food and felt great—glad it knew which way the wind blew. Help Lucas charge something later and it could go home peacefully.

Articuno’s attitude had softened too. After a brief exchanged look and nod with Lucas, it entered a cottage to rest.

Having settled them, Lucas stretched, remembered the pile of greasy dishes, and muttered, “Let’s wash up with Politoed and the others, then sleep early. It’s almost midnight.”

…

Orange Archipelago, Shamouti Island.

A day had passed since Mewtwo and Delibird arrived here and spoke with Slowking.

After Slowking abruptly proposed a walk and breakfast, the two, with nothing urgent to do, drifted through a day in Slowking’s life.

Coconuts for three meals; strolling through ruins and temples; smelling blooming flowers; napping in fields of blossoms; diving into the sea upon waking; watching the sunset from a cliff with seaweed on their heads, chewing fresh kelp…

How to put it—Slowking’s highly regular life left Mewtwo and Delibird speechless. It was like a hermit human: desireless, simply spending each day leisurely.

Mewtwo also discussed philosophy with Slowking as Lucas had suggested—specifically, its classic questions.

Who am I?
Where am I?

What is the meaning of my existence?
Slowking’s answers left Mewtwo silent, its mind filled with a single incantation: “coconut.”

That’s right, Slowking’s answers were—

Coconuts, coconuts, and coconuts.

Mewtwo even wondered if Slowking was teasing.

But thinking deeper, Mewtwo extracted another meaning.

Who am I? — Coconuts.

For Slowking, coconuts are its favorite. Maybe it was saying that who you are doesn’t matter—what matters is who you like and want to be.

Where am I? — Coconuts.

Mewtwo remembered all the coconuts Slowking gave it today were rare round ones; usually coconuts are oval.

Maybe Slowking was saying the round coconut is like the planet, and they dwell on this beautiful blue world.

What is my meaning of existence? — Coconuts.

For Slowking, life is regular and pleasant. As long as it has coconuts, it smiles from the heart.

Maybe, through coconuts, it’s hinting that one must seek their own meaning of existence—how one wishes to be on this planet.

Mewtwo fell into deep contemplation.

Under night, Delibird watched the sweetly sleeping Slowking and the Mewtwo posing like The Thinker at the cave’s edge, its expression shifting.

Just a hunch, but… when Slowking is eating, its mind is full of coconuts. Ask it anything, it answers “coconut.”

They’re just ordinary coconuts—why is Mewtwo brooding at the cave’s edge!?
What are you projecting?!

A sudden urge to flee rose in Delibird’s heart.

Neither Mewtwo nor Slowking seemed “normal”—one mystic, one full of philosophy.

Delibird feared if it stayed, it would turn weird too!
Amid Slowking’s sweet sleep, Mewtwo’s contemplation, and Delibird’s prickly discomfort, time slipped into the next day.

Mewtwo hadn’t solved its three questions, but it made a decision.

After a night of stillness, Mewtwo drifted up, purple tail swaying.

It looked at Delibird and held out its hand. “Give me the slippers.”

Delibird froze. Was Mewtwo going to summon Lucas?

Mewtwo added, “I’ll use the scent on the slippers to locate him and teleport directly to your Trainer’s side. At times like this, we should hear out a strong human’s opinion.”

Beside a Slowking sleeping like a baby, Mewtwo took the slippers, closed its eyes, and let its psychic power spread. Moments later, it opened them and said, “Found him.”

A faint ripple of space spread, and Mewtwo and Delibird vanished from Slowking’s cave.

Shortly after Slowking woke, far above Shamouti Island, a massive airship hidden in the clouds cut a direct course for the island.

Elsewhere, on seas a ways off Shamouti Island, a small boat carried a boy newly minted as an Indigo Conference quarterfinalist, Pikachu on his shoulder, and two companions toward a certain island.

The stage was already being set.

Chapter 290: Luxray’s Path and Mewtwo’s Arrival

June 18th, Tuesday.

The weather grew hotter. Outside the farm, cicadas sang in chorus, adding to the summer swelter.

As the saying goes:

When cicadas cry, people fry.

To cool off, Lucas wore shorts and a short-sleeve shirt, shading himself with his work straw hat. If he were ten years younger and switched to a tank top and trunks, he’d be the spitting image of a Bug Catcher.

He fanned himself with a fan Oranguru made. When he first got it, he was thrilled.

To him, the fan was Oranguru’s psychic amplifier—one wave could lift even Raging Bolt’s massive frame.

Maybe, with the fan’s boost, he could awaken his latent power.

Imagining himself like Oranguru, Lucas swung hard at a glass on the table. Nothing happened. Instead, the house-of-cards bridge painstakingly built by Victini and Alcremie toppled in the breeze.

After a costly round of appeasing several Pokémon, Lucas learned a lesson.

If you’re not capable, don’t blame the tool.

At the power generation and storage array in an open area, Lucas arrived with Luxray, Raging Bolt, and Zapdos.

As for Articuno, to appease Victini and the others, Lucas tempted it with food to build an igloo using the purest ice-type energy.

With Articuno’s strength, the igloo could hold shape under blazing sun for at least a week or two.

Of course, if a fire-type intervened, that’d be different.

To prevent wild Pokémon from trespassing and causing explosions, the array was fenced with iron mesh; Corviknight Three Scar’s flock guarded the air.

Lucas and Luxray, with Raging Bolt, stood a distance from the array. Zapdos, per agreement, flew high.

Lucas fanned himself and calmly tapped three digits on his battle-scarred phone—

Los Platos Police Station.

Per proximity, a dispatcher picked up.

“Hello, Los Platos Police. How can we help?”

Lucas blinked. “Hello, this is Lucas of Lucas Farm on the outskirts. The outskirts may suddenly experience thunderstorms for a while. Please don’t dispatch officers to investigate.”

He thanked them and hung up. He knew they’d report to Officer Jenny, and with context, they wouldn’t waste resources.

At the station, the dispatcher stared at the busy tone, then quickly reported the odd call to Officer Jenny.

Peering through the window and seeing the outskirts darken, the dispatcher asked, worried, “Chief, should we still go—”

Jenny folded her arms under her chin, pondered, then shook her head. “No. He may be retired, but he’s a Paldea-trained Champion-level Trainer. If he says so, it won’t harm the surroundings.”

“We’ll just do town-wide comms to prevent panic.”

After the dispatcher left, Jenny dropped her stiff posture, slumped over her desk, stirring her coffee. “Why did he retire to run a farm… Is this the brain gap between me and truly strong Trainers?”

…

Over the farm.

Because of Zapdos’s pressure, Corviknight Three Scar and the Corvisquires had landed, afraid of catching stray lightning. Moltres’s brow twitched at the sight.

What’s the meaning of this!
These little brothers ignored my divine-bird presence before, but jumpy for Zapdos?
Moltres was puffing up like a ball.

Under Zapdos’s deliberate prompting, clouds blanketed the farm. The black mass pressed heavy on the heart—hence Lucas’s call to the police.

In the clouds, free ions rubbed; golden lightning brewed.

Staring at the sky, Luxray looked thoughtful. It understood why Lucas wanted Zapdos to generate power instead of having it and Raging Bolt take shifts.

As a legendary, Zapdos’s lightning is mostly drawn by innate talent from the weather itself.

Such bolts are easy, powerful, and low-cost—hence why legendaries fight with grand spectacle, flinging energy like it’s free.

Ordinary Pokémon like Luxray, who must finely control energy, can’t compare.

Maybe it could learn to borrow natural energy like Zapdos in battle and training—broaden its path to catch up to Swampert…

When the charge peaked, Zapdos’s piercing cry split the gloom, thunder boomed—

In an instant, torrents of gold surged like a dam burst, striking the silver tower, coursing through thick cables into the storage bays.

Lucas and Zapdos had tested beforehand, keeping voltage within bounds—enough to avoid overload while maximizing efficiency.

As time passed, the storage readout ticked up.

From 3% upward, and after an hour plus, it hit 30%.

Zapdos was a bit tired.

Not from dropping bolts for an hour—most of that borrowed nature’s power; its own reserves barely dipped.

The real fatigue was from modulating the current to avoid frying the array—like what Luxray and Raging Bolt must do.

Lucas had no better option—on a budget of mere hundreds of thousands, you don’t get hardware that tanks a legendary’s full output.

Or… maybe there was an option.

His eyes lit up, recalling that cat-and-two-human “trio.” Electrical experts who could, on a shoestring, build mechs and nullify Pikachu’s electric attacks.

“If I run into them, maybe I can hire them to upgrade the farm’s equipment…”

He murmured.

After Zapdos landed, Lucas didn’t push more generation. No need to rush—both for Zapdos’s focus and the array’s health.

In this heat, continuous load might push temps past thresholds—bad for longevity.

And that Pokédex entry about an Electivire powering a whole big city for a year… seriously unscientific.

Lucas was about to dismiss everyone; he also had plans with Victini to go out.

Behind him, a ripple of space so faint as to be imperceptible spread. Even Raging Bolt missed it—only Luxray noticed.

Next moment, Mewtwo and Delibird appeared from thin air. Feeling a familiar aura, Luxray didn’t drop guard immediately; it tugged Lucas’s pant leg to point him behind.

Whether on purpose or not, they’d teleported in silently like ghosts.

Lucas turned, baffled—and nearly blue-screened at the sight of Mewtwo and Delibird.

“Mewtwo? Delibird? What are you doing here?”

“Deli~”

Delibird dove into his arms, excited, while Mewtwo calmly surveyed the surroundings.

So this was Lucas’s farm? At first glance, not much different from other human farms.

Mewtwo’s gaze paused on Zapdos and Raging Bolt.

Why was Zapdos here?

And that odd-looking Pokémon—similar to the legendary Raikou it heard of in Johto while challenging gyms?

The shock lasted a heartbeat; Mewtwo, ever composed, suppressed emotion and said to Lucas, “As agreed, I came to tour your farm.”

Lucas blinked, remembering the promise. Petting Delibird’s back, he smiled. “I see. Then I’d better prepare well today.”

Mewtwo nodded slightly and didn’t bring up Shamouti Island yet; better to settle first.

Lucas asked Delibird, “Weren’t you traveling? Why’d you come back with Mewtwo?”

Delibird chirped unintelligibly. Fortunately, Mewtwo summarized their recent experiences, including disguising itself as a Trainer and sweeping eight Johto gyms.

When it finished, Delibird proudly pulled a well-kept, gleaming full set of badges from its tail, looking for praise.

As expected, Lucas stroked its head, amazed. “You cleared all Johto gyms from start to finish with only you fighting? Awesome!”

Looks like Delibird had grown a lot with Mewtwo’s help.

Meanwhille, Luxray eyed Mewtwo, surprised.

In such a short time, Mewtwo had grown far stronger. That growth rate was absurd…

If they fought now, it might be fifty-fifty. At this pace, Mewtwo would soon surpass it.

No—must keep getting stronger!

Zapdos and Raging Bolt had never met Mewtwo; they only felt immense pressure. But since Lucas knew it, they held back.

Mewtwo’s eyes fell on the fan in Lucas’s hand. After asking, it took the fan.

The moment it held it, Mewtwo’s expression shifted. This fan… amplified psychic power and made it smoother to use.

Curious, Mewtwo asked, “Nice fan. Strong psychic conduction. But you don’t have psychic talent—what’s it for?”

“Who made it? Can I meet them?”

Lucas felt the arrow to his knee: “…”

Right in the feels.

Forcing a smile, he led Mewtwo on a tour and asked Oranguru to prepare.

After a satisfying tour, Mewtwo’s evaluation of the farm improved.

It was undeniably a paradise for Pokémon—eschewing human labor entirely and running on Pokémon power.

Work division was reasonable, and the Pokémon looked spirited—something Mewtwo, who likes Pokémon more than humans, appreciated.

However, the overall modernization lagged. On the road through Johto with Delibird, it had seen Goldenrod’s automated Miltank milking lines.

Here, Lucas still hand-milked a Miltank and two Skiddo.

Still, it was a warm farm, a home where Pokémon could be happy. Mewtwo wouldn’t deny that.

One more thing caught its eye: Articuno building an igloo and Moltres napping, looking a touch plump.

That was surprising—maybe too coincidental.

When did Lucas capture the three birds?

Back in the lounge, Mewtwo met the fan’s maker, Oranguru the butler.

Their eyes met, each recognizing the other as no ordinary being.

In Mewtwo’s eyes—no wonder it made that fan.

Even among ordinary Pokémon, Oranguru’s mental power was formidable, to say nothing of its clear intellect.

Oranguru, stunned, realized this was the Mewtwo Lucas had mentioned. Just standing there, Mewtwo made it feel it would be utterly outclassed in psychics.

Mewtwo tasted the tea and cake Oranguru served. Even its stern face showed surprise.

It had tried human food before—studied it, even.

Both cake and tea were top-tier, the flavors exquisite, with no waste of the ingredients’ quality.

Lucas introduced proudly, “The cream and flour are farm-made; the honey is premium Combee wildflower honey. The tea leaves are from our two Sawsbuck in the pasture. You’re the first Pokémon guest to taste them.”

“There’s also floral tea—want to try?”

When speaking of his farm’s products, Lucas always waxed lyrical, wanting to share them with all.

Mewtwo nodded, complicated.

This place was just like that photo—and as it imagined. So humans and Pokémon can coexist like this…

“Viiii—”

An eager Victini zipped into the room, urging Lucas.

He knew what it wanted. Patting its head, he soothed, “Have a slice of cake while you wait. I’m hosting a guest.”

“Vi-vi!?”

At the word “cake,” Victini’s big eyes sparkled. It took a plated slice—prepped by prescient Oranguru—and dove in.

Catching Mewtwo’s gaze on Victini, Lucas smiled wryly. “This is Victini—my recent companion.”

Mewtwo nodded. Maybe it was mistaken, but it sensed an immense energy within Victini.

So this Victini wasn’t simple either.

After eating and drinking, and with Delibird and Victini still munching, Lucas said to Mewtwo, “I’m heading out—need to buy ingredients for tonight’s party and take Victini to pick a Poké Ball it likes.”

“Can you wait here a bit? Oranguru will host you.”

Mewtwo paused. “This town likely doesn’t have much selection. Are you going to a big city?”

Lucas was surprised Mewtwo noticed, then nodded slightly. “To Levincia—Paldea’s most bustling city.”

Mewtwo then dropped a bombshell: “Take me with you.”