"Drip! Unknown energy has been detected! Preliminary analysis suggests a special awakening of the Shiny Pokémon!" The voice of the System echoed in Aoki's mind.
Shiny Pokémon?
Aoki's heart stirred slightly.
Although his Slowpoke was a Shiny Pokémon, its appearance was not drastically different from a regular Slowpoke. The subtle color difference often made Aoki forget that his Slowpoke was special at all.
But now, it seed that its uniqueness was finally surfacing.
"Yah boom!!"
The other Slowpoke lying on the ground gazed at Aoki's Slowpoke with an inexplicable fervor in their eyes.
Then, as if by instinct, the entire group began channeling their Psychic energy.
One by one, each Slowpoke contributed a portion of their Psychic power towards the one floating in midair.
Aoki's expression shifted imdiately.
He could feel himself being enveloped by the Psychic energy.
As an untrained Psychic user, he instinctively sat down cross-legged.
He attempted to mobilize the faint Psychic power within his body, which now felt like a tiny magnet within the massive surge of energy surrounding him.
A small wisp of that imnse Psychic force flowed into Aoki's mind like a trickling stream.
In an instant, his Psychic energy surged at an alarming rate.
To the gathered Slowpoke, it was only a fraction of their collective power—insignificant, like a drop in the ocean—but to Aoki, it was like an overflowing river, crashing against the barriers of his mind and flooding his once barren reservoir of Psychic power.
Aoki had always been a disappointnt in the realm of Psychic users, to the point where he had nearly forgotten that he possessed any such ability at all.
But now, he truly felt it.
His Psychic energy had undergone a complete transformation in re seconds.
Previously, lifting a small stone had taken all his focus and effort. Now, he could manipulate it effortlessly, without strain.
If his past Psychic power had been a single glass of water, he now held an entire bathtub's worth—and it was still rising at an alarming pace.
This… this was the thrill of being a Psychic!
The overwhelming fluctuations of Psychic energy continued for a full minute.
By the end of it, the Slowpoke that had contributed their power looked exhausted. So of the weaker ones collapsed on the ground, drifting into deep sleep.
Soft snoring sounds gradually filled the air.
They had expended all their Psychic energy, triggering their bodies' natural self-preservation chanism, forcing them to rest and recover.
With the last wisp of Psychic power absorbed into his body, Aoki suddenly opened his eyes.
A distinct blue glow radiated from them.
A qualitative change!
This was what Aoki wanted to say most at this mont.
Psychic energy now filled every fiber of his being.
But because of the rapid surge, he struggled to control it.
Stray waves of Psychic power continuously leaked from his body, unable to be fully contained.
"Don't let it escape… eh!" Aoki tried to speak, but the mont he opened his mouth, a burst of Psychic energy surged out with his breath.
Shutting his eyes again, he focused on gathering all the rampant energy within his mind.
anwhile, the Slowpoke suspended in midair ceased its absorption, allowing the surrounding Psychic energy to settle into its body.
Unlike Aoki, it seed to be a bottomless pit, absorbing all the Psychic power without letting a single trace escape.
Its eyes remained shut as it lay motionless on the ground.
Murkrow and the others stood nearby, observing the scene in silence. Though they didn't fully understand what had just happened, Aoki and Slowpoke's serious expressions made it clear that this was no trivial matter. They instinctively took up positions around them, keeping watch.
As for the Sharpedo in the water, they had been completely dumbfounded by the spectacle.
They had witnessed the transformation of Slowpoke firsthand.
As Dark-type Pokémon, they normally had no sensitivity to Psychic energy. Yet, the sheer intensity of power from Slowpoke had made them feel sothing rare—fear.
Ridiculous!
How could they, ruthless predators of the sea, possibly feel intimidated by those pink, sluggish Pokémon?
The leader of the Sharpedo shook its head, trying to rid itself of that absurd thought.
It needed to reassert dominance.
A powerful jet of water spiraled around its body before it fired a high-pressure stream like an oversized Water Gun.
Sensing the incoming attack, Murkrow and Haunter stepped forward, their expressions serious as they prepared to intercept.
But before they could act, Slowpoke's eyes snapped open, releasing a pulse of Psychic energy.
With a re thought, its Psychic power materialized like a massive invisible hand, swatting away the Sharpedo's Water Gun effortlessly.
Slowpoke slowly rose to its feet. There was no outward display of Psychic power, but an unmistakable tension filled the air.
It felt like a ticking ti bomb, ready to explode at the slightest spark.
"Yah boom!!"
A strange, dazzling gleam flickered in Slowpoke's eyes—one that Aoki imdiately recognized.
"This is… Miracle Eye?!" Aoki exclaid in shock.
Normally, Slowpoke couldn't learn Miracle Eye—not through level-up, breeding, or TMs.
But this ti, its unique Shiny trait seed to have triggered the acquisition of this powerful move.
Not only that, but its Psychic energy had beco far more terrifying than before!
As a Psychic user, Aoki could sense it—Slowpoke was now on an entirely different level.
Then, without hesitation, Slowpoke unleashed its strongest attack—Psychic!
The sheer force was overwhelming.
As the Psychic wave rushed towards the Sharpedo, it passed by a school of Carvanha near the water's edge. The weaker Carvanha were instantly overwheld, their eyes rolling back as they foad at the mouth, flipping belly-up in the water.
The sheer aftermath of Slowpoke's attack had knocked out multiple Dark-type Pokémon in one blow.
The power of the Miracle Eye had removed their Dark-type immunity, allowing Psychic energy to ravage them unchecked.
With its power multiplied, Slowpoke had unleashed its full might in one devastating strike!
The Psychic wave struck the Sharpedo leader squarely on the head.
A look of horror flickered across its eyes as it felt sothing it had never experienced before—a splitting headache, disorienting and inescapable.
Slowpoke's strength had skyrocketed!
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