Pokémon: Above the Top-Chapter 280: A Color as Pure and Pristine as the Ocean
Chapter 280 - 280: A Color as Pure and Pristine as the Ocean
What had just occurred between Makie and the gloomy man was a mere footnote in the chaos of the battlefield.
There had originally been nearly a hundred Beast Tamers aboard the ship. Now, only around twenty were still fighting.
The rest had either been taken out instantly or weren't even qualified to join the battle. People like the gloomy man could barely manage as support.
Sato silently watched the scene before him, but the questions in his heart only deepened.
From what he knew, Legendary super-ancient Pokémon like Kyogre were supposed to slumber deep beneath the sea. There had never been records of one actively attacking a ship.
Moreover, when these Beast Tamers encountered Kyogre, they didn't hesitate to charge in. It was as if they had already accepted that Kyogre would not spare them.
Was the relationship between humans and Pokémon in this era really that strained?
The one-sided slaughter continued, to the point that even Sato found it difficult to keep watching.
Such futile resistance cast a heavy shadow over everyone's hearts with each fallen Tamer.
"Wait, where's the painter?"
Sato scanned the frozen battlefield, but Makie's "boyfriend" was nowhere to be seen.
As for Smeargle, it was likely with Makie and the others; relegated to a support role at best.
Sato left the battlefield and ran into the ship's interior. The outcome of this fight was already inevitable, defeat was only a matter of time.
What mattered more was that Sato now understood: everything happening here was merely a recording from long ago. He could not change the fate of anyone within it.
So instead of staying, he would search for a way to escape; his only remaining path forward.
Suddenly, a massive red-and-blue figure crashed down onto the deck.
Sato turned and saw Salamence beside him, its wings shattered, barely breathing. Urgency surged within him.
One of the two strongest Beast Tamers had already fallen. The other wouldn't last much longer.
But at that very moment, the red-haired man riding Dragonite suddenly let out a thunderous chant. It wasn't a roar, but something closer to a prayer or an incantation.
"To the Legendary Dragon our clan reveres, I offer my life as the current head of the Dragon Tamer Clan in sacrifice. I summon you... Please stop this war..."
Up above, Kyogre paused for the first time. It looked coldly at the red-haired man, as if waiting.
Meanwhile, the man and his Dragonite began releasing a soft purple Dragon-type energy that flowed between them. Then fused, and suddenly shot off toward some unknown place.
Bzzzt~
Suddenly, a spatial rift opened near Dragonite in the sky. Within it, a faintly pink world shimmered, flickering with lightning.
Then, a Pokémon with a pale pink body covered in purple-red stripes emerged from the sky.
Palkia.
A mythical Pokémon... and this one was the undisputed master of space. And now, it had been summoned just like that by the red-haired man.
Sato looked at the bleeding red-haired man. The moment he heard the words "Dragon Tamer Clan," he knew, this had to be one of Lance's ancestors.
But that the Dragon Tamer Clan could summon a mythical Pokémon to fight alongside them... that was terrifying.
Those who had managed to survive looked upon the newly arrived Palkia with hope. Their eyes shone as if they were looking at a savior.
'But why Palkia? Wouldn't Rayquaza, be closer? And technically speaking, Kyogre was under Rayquaza's domain. If Rayquaza showed up, wouldn't it have a stronger effect?'
As Sato's thoughts raced, Kyogre and Palkia were already locked in combat.
The two Legendaries Pokémon had no type advantage over each other. Their strength was evenly matched.
Hyper Beam, Blizzard, Spacial Rend, Origin Pulse...
Powerful and even signature moves were unleashed without pause. Their usual drawbacks didn't seem to apply to these two.
Attack, evade, repel, counter!
Kyogre and Palkia clashed with fury, trading blow after blow in midair with growing intensity.
"ROAA!"
At last, Kyogre was struck by Palkia's Spacial Rend. A massive, gruesome gash appeared across its back.
Blood splashed across the ice, its scorching energy sizzling as it melted the surface beneath.
A few reckless Beast Tamers tried to collect some of Kyogre's blood with containers. But when they touched it, blue blisters appeared all over their bodies.
The blisters quickly spread and swelled. Then exploded in front of everyone's horrified eyes.
Boom! Boom! Boom...
Those Tamers were reduced to pools of blood. Not even a bone remained.
The rest fled in panic. Soon, every Tamer returned to the ship's deck.
After Palkia's arrival, even those who had been fighting Kyogre in the air could no longer intervene.
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The lives of everyone on this ship now rested on Palkia, summoned by the Dragon Tamer Clan elder.
As for that elder, he now lay draped across Dragonite's back, pale-faced, watching the battle above. Win or lose, the moment Palkia departed would be the moment his life ended.
Meanwhile, Sato, though still stunned by Palkia's appearance, turned without hesitation and sprinted back into the ship.
After phasing through countless walls, Sato finally arrived at the painter's room.
Makie's "boyfriend" was still painting, muttering to himself.
"Almost done... almost done... Makie, please don't die. You haven't seen the painting I made for you... Smeargle, the blue I want is the kind that's pure and flawless, like the ocean! Not this! NOT THIS!"
Suddenly, the painter shoved Smeargle aside, tossing the paintbrush tainted with the wrong color across the room. His trembling hands reached for a new brush and began mixing colors himself.
"Not this one... not this one... the color of the sea... the color of the sea! The pure and pristine color of the ocean... What is it? What is it... sob... sob..."
He mixed one shade of blue after another, but none satisfied him.
Eventually, he collapsed to his knees and broke down crying.
Smeargle stood off to the side, its tail stained with paint, drooping toward the floor. Its eyes, as it looked at its Tamer, were filled with disappointment, resentment... and pain.
Smeargle lifted its gaze to the ceiling. Beyond it, Beast Tamers were giving their lives for their partners. And yet, it could only stand here, powerless.
Sato turned his gaze to the painting. It now matched his memory perfectly.
