"Revival, huh?"
Sora frowned slightly beneath his mask. He studied the three Loyal Three, then turned to Victini beside him.
"V, give a status report on the three of them."
"Bi-ni, bi-ni-bi-ni."
"Level 55, 58, and 56."
Among the trio, Okidogi had the highest level at 58, followed by Fezandipiti at 56, while Munkidori was the weakest at only 55.
"So weak."
Sora had expected legendary figures.
Instead, he got three diocre opponents.
Back when I played the ga, they could bully Ponpon after she lost her mask, so I assud they were strong.
Turns out… that's all they are?
Compared to their levels, Sora was far more interested in how they had revived.
The ga never gave a clear explanation.
But now—
"Power of faith?"
He thought of Calyrex from the Galar region, a being capable of gathering faith and turning it into divine strength.
That alone proved belief wasn't just superstition—it could manifest real power.
After being slain by Ogerpon, the Loyal Three had been worshipped by the villagers for centuries.
Hundreds of years of devotion had rebuilt their bodies.
It wasn't that strange.
"Still…"
"Why does this make so irritated?"
The man who protected the masks had died.
The villains had been the Loyal Three.
Yet centuries later, they returned through worship and offerings.
Good people die young.
Disasters live forever.
"You scum get to co back from the dead," Sora said coldly.
"Kitakami really is beyond saving."
His voice grew sharper.
The Pokémon around him sensed his anger imdiately, their own emotions igniting in response.
"ROAR!!"
Without needing orders, Bloodmoon Ursaluna stepped forward.
Its massive body lood like a mountain, casting a shadow over the newly revived trio, who were still trying to understand what was happening.
"Guh?"
"Chi?"
"Woof?"
Ursaluna's re presence radiated overwhelming power.
Munkidori, the most cowardly, imdiately shoved its two companions in front of itself as shields.
Okidogi, despite being the strongest, lacked brains. eting Ursaluna's ferocious gaze, it raised its arms and roared:
"You wanna fight?!"
"Fighting is so inelegant," Fezandipiti said, admiring its newly restored body in a narcissistic pose.
But before it could continue preening, its eyes caught sight of Sora's group behind Ursaluna.
"That—?!"
A small green figure.
And the Teal Mask on her face.
In an instant, mories of its death flooded back.
Fezandipiti let out a strangled scream like a rooster with its neck wrung.
"It's her!"
"She's still alive!!"
Startled by the shout, Munkidori and Okidogi looked toward Ogerpon.
Their faces drained of color.
They rembered all too well—
Back then, Ogerpon had fought four opponents alone.
First beating Pecharunt into submission.
Then killing the three of them outright.
Calling it trauma would be an understatent.
Now they had just awakened—
Only to see Ogerpon blocking their path again, looking ready to kill them a second ti.
Who wouldn't be terrified?
"Poné!"
After a mont of stunned silence, Ogerpon recognized them.
"You mask-stealing thieves—you're still alive!"
Anger.
Grief.
Pain.
All the emotions surged together—
Then ignited into a blazing fury.
She swung her Thorned Club forward once more, determined to smash the creatures who had killed her "father."
"Ursaluna, let Ponpon handle this," Sora said calmly.
"Roar."
Ursaluna wanted to vent her anger for her, but Sora had spoken.
So it stepped back.
"It's your turn, kid."
"Poné!"
Ogerpon rested the club on her shoulder and strode toward the Loyal Three.
Her small figure radiated pure dominance.
In the crowd, Kieran swallowed hard as he watched.
So… cool.
The oni is unbelievably cool.
No matter how much the village praised the Loyal Three, he couldn't help thinking—
The one who could fight three opponents alone was far stronger.
Besides, the Loyal Three weren't even good-looking.
They were ugly.
Many villagers secretly thought the sa.
The so-called heroes of legend looked nothing like the noble figures from the stories.
"Defeat her, Loyal Three!!"
At that mont, the bald administrator shouted desperately:
"Just like before—protect us again!"
"Urh?"
The words confused the trio.
Protect?
Us?
And "Loyal Three"—was he talking about them?
But fight Ogerpon?
Seriously?
If Ogerpon hadn't already locked onto them with killing intent, they would have turned around and beaten the idiot administrator senseless.
Look at her now.
She was even stronger than before.
Fighting her would be suicide.
"Uh… can we negotiate?" Munkidori said, rubbing its hands together with a sycophantic grin.
"At a ti like this, you think we're joking?"
Ogerpon pointed her club straight at them.
"No more talk. Let beat you up. If you survive, consider yourselves lucky."
Ponpon wasn't a monster.
Their feud had already been settled centuries ago.
Well—
Except for that rotten peach.
Only that one could never be forgiven.
As for these three?
Sa rule as always.
If they survived her beating, she wouldn't finish them off.
At worst, she'd just beat them up again every ti she saw them.
Capture them?
No thanks.
Sora had zero interest in the Loyal Three.
And their potential was diocre.
At best, they might reach level 70.
Revival through faith ca with a cost.
The more tis they revived, the more their potential diminished—
Until eventually they stagnated completely.
"So," Ogerpon said, raising her club slightly,
"which one of you goes first?"
Faced with her murderous aura, the three Loyal Three shrank back.
None of them wanted to be the first to get smashed.
"How can this be…?"
"You're the Loyal Three!"
"Aren't you supposed to protect us and fight the demon to the death?!"
"…!"
Watching their so-called guardians cower in fear, the villagers felt their faith begin to crumble.
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