A human life lasts no more than a century.
When Haxorus's trainer passed away with regrets, Haxorus's own long life had only just begun.
Following its trainer's final wishes, it returned to its holand.
When it left, it had been just an Axew.
When it returned, it was already a powerful Haxorus.
Before long, Haxorus beca the leader of its clan.
It would often share stories with the young Axew—stories of traveling the world alongside its trainer.
Because of this, the naturally innocent Axew gradually developed a strong fondness for humans.
Not only that—
Axew who once lived deep in the mountains would, upon eting suitable humans, choose to travel with them.
Of the three Haxorus Chen Mo had seen earlier, one of them had also journeyed with a human trainer in the original Pokémon world.
Hearing this, Chen Mo hesitated slightly.
A Pokémon tribe willing to be so close to humans was certainly a good thing.
But this world… was very different from the one the Axew clan originally lived in.
Based on what Mo Yu had experienced—
if an Axew were to encounter a malicious poacher instead, the consequences would be disastrous.
After thinking it over, Chen Mo voiced his concerns to Haxorus.
"I understand."
The aged voice of Haxorus echoed again through telepathy.
"However, having them seek out humans and bring them back to our territory… was my decision."
"…Your decision?"
Chen Mo grew even more puzzled.
From what Haxorus had said earlier, although their clan hadn't interacted much with humans in this world, they were aware—through Suicune's warning—of the tensions between humans and Pokémon.
A complicated expression surfaced in Haxorus's weathered eyes.
"Beyond Lord Suicune's warning… there was another reason we left our previous ho."
"That reason… is you, Hero of Ideals."
"I wanted to et you."
Chen Mo: "?"
Before he could respond—
the Haxorus, which had been half-lying on the ground, slowly rose to its feet.
Its mountain-like body shifted, each movent making the ground tremble slightly.
Finally—
it stopped about one or two ters in front of Chen Mo, lowered its massive fra, and extended a claw.
Slowly, it opened its palm.
Resting quietly in its aged, scarred hand…
was a gray-black scale, shaped like a fish's scale.
The mont Chen Mo saw it—
a strange sense of familiarity rose in his heart.
"This is…?"
"As you suspect, Hero of Ideals,"
Haxorus said softly,
"this is a dragon scale shed by Zekrom."
"Zekrom's scale!?"
Even though he had been ntally prepared, Chen Mo still froze for a mont.
In his mind—
the image of Zekrom erged.
A sleek, almost futuristic body—symbolizing industrial power.
But…
even if Zekrom was a Dragon-type Pokémon—
did it really have sothing like scales?
At that mont—
Chen Mo's body suddenly twitched twice.
That familiar sensation—
electricity.
Back when Pikachu was still a Pichu and hadn't fused with the Light Ball, Chen Mo had experienced this kind of stray current many tis.
He turned his head to look at Pikachu on his shoulder.
That single glance—
made Pikachu shake its head frantically, its face instantly full of grievance.
"Pika! Pika pika-chu!"
It wasn't !
As an Electric-type Pokémon, Pikachu had indeed sensed the current flowing through Chen Mo's body the mont it happened.
It even felt… familiar.
But—
it really wasn't !
"Alright, alright, I know it wasn't you."
Chen Mo rubbed Pikachu's head.
At this point, if he still couldn't guess the source of the electricity, that would be ridiculous.
Under Haxorus's watchful gaze—
Chen Mo suddenly reached into his clothes, toward his chest.
The next mont—
the dragon scale in Haxorus's palm began to glow faintly blue.
At the sa ti—
a small bead in Chen Mo's hand emitted the sa soft blue light.
Tiny arcs of electricity flickered across its surface.
Haxorus's pupils shrank slightly.
"That is…?"
"A fragnt of Zekrom's power crystallized."
Chen Mo didn't hide anything.
The stream was already off.
And earlier, Haxorus had deliberately sent Ah Hui and the others away.
So there was no risk in revealing that he possessed Zekrom's power fragnt.
More importantly—
Chen Mo had many questions about the scale.
Taking out the bead was his way of showing he wanted a deeper conversation.
"…How wonderful."
Haxorus gazed at the glowing blue bead in Chen Mo's hand and let out a long sigh.
Then, it looked at him again and spoke through telepathy.
"Hero of Ideals… before my trainer passed away, he once said this:
The greatest fortune of his life was eting us.
And his greatest regret… was that he never once t Zekrom."
"Because of that…"
"When I learned from Lord Suicune that the Hero of Ideals had appeared…"
"I brought my clan here."
"I wanted to see you."
"I wanted to know… what kind of human could be chosen by Zekrom."
Chen Mo paused.
Earlier, Haxorus had ntioned its trainer died with regrets, but hadn't elaborated.
Now—
he finally understood.
"…I'm sorry."
"Even though you call the 'Hero of Ideals,' in truth, I was only entrusted with this."
"I've never t Zekrom either."
"I understand."
Haxorus replied gently.
"But Hero of Ideals… look at that blue lightning."
"It has chosen you, hasn't it?"
"My trainer once visited an ancient ruin."
"There, a saying from the Kingdom of Arceus, passed down for a thousand years, was recorded."
"Those not chosen…"
"Will spend their entire lives…"
"Never beholding the face of a god."
"Hero of Ideals…"
"Only those who are chosen will, under the guidance of fate, stand before the Ideal Dragon—Zekrom."
"As for all others…"
"Their efforts are ultimately in vain."
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