Allister sat in the front row, Petey sitting on the floor in front of him, the duo looking out onto the bright pink field, an audience of older, more sophisticated folk gathering for Opal's matches. Her style was very theatric, and they thought it would be interesting to see how it played off of Dagda's almost savage battling style.
"Ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages! Today we have a special event taking place today, right here in Ballonlea Stadium!" the announcer called, Allister noting that it was the same man that was the announcer for his battle with Dagda. How much work did the poor man do?
"Introducing first, the gym leader! She's an accomplished actress and one of the most accomplished gym leaders in the world! Sporting the longest tenor as a Gym Leader in all of the world, she has held the title for her entire adult life. Representing Hijiki Oka Fabrics and Ballonlea, The Master of a Fantastic Theater, Opal!"
Allister clapped, smiling as he watched Opal shuffle out, walking that slow, methodical walk she always did. She told him the last time they spoke, when she asked him to model a children's sweater made out of pink fabric, that she was looking for a successor, someone who could take over after her long seventy year reign.
Allister too wondered who it would be, but he knew as she shuffled to the center of the stage with her long fingernails, cotton candy colored dress and huge, purple fur neck, that she was struggling to find someone.
"And her opponent! A young man with a growing reputation, a master of arcane techniques and illegal Pokemon that are said to have no place in Galar! A cyclopian monster that some say should be disqualified for his transgressions. Representing the Laverre Theatre Company and Lumiose City, 'The Gremlin of Crime', Dagda De Danann!"
Allister watched Dagda walk out from his place in the stadium, the crowd beginning to shower him with boos. After his battle with Kabu, even the most skeptical fan of the Gym Challenge was against Dagda. He'd heard it around town and was told by his staff. Dagda was an outlaw with a flair for the dramatic, and they all wanted to see him fall. It was proof that he was improving his acting.
The masked Halfling could tell that without a doubt, Dagda carried himself into this match with an arrogant flamboyance, as if his character was a classist diva, the type of character one might actually expect out of Opal. Dagda was goaded on, fueled by the hatred of the fans, by their desire to see him struck down publicly for doing nothing more than being a creative trainer. It was a sense of outward, almost visible confidence that both inspired and infatuated Allister, who was watching the match with an intense curiosity.
"The Laverre Theatre is quite the company. I'm surprised that you were able to impress them." Opal said, and Dagda nodded, resisting the urge to bow in front of someone who was his senior on stage. "Thank you Madam. I do hope you'll be able to follow my act, it would make for a much better show if we worked together." Dagda said, the two exchanging an understanding glance.
They moved to their starting positions, Dagda waiting for Opal, her advanced age causing her to move slower. She held a Heal Ball in her hand, Dagda looking to the Level Ball in his. He had gotten through the Gym Challenge, which was just three battles with an odd quiz, but Marko had taken a little damage in those battles, and exerted a lot of energy.
Dagda closed hiss eyes, praying that Marko would be okay as he hurled the Pokeball in a flamboyant, standing with his back straight, head held high and his legs crossed in front of him. His arms were folded, his fingers resting on the opposite elbow as Opal sent out her first Pokemon.
Dagda barely recognized it. It was a Weezing, to be sure, but it was brown, with green gas around it's mouth in the form of facial hair, and it seemed to wear two hats that looked like smoke stacks. The Pokemon looked like an odd halfway point between a train and a dapper gentleman. And, since it was in her gym, Dagda was aware the Pokemon must be part Fairy Type.
"Challenger Dagda leads off with a familiar face, his Meowth, and Madam Opal leads off with her trusty Weezing! Will the challenger be able to come out on top, or will the experience of Opal prove too much!?"
"Flamethrower." Opal called, holding a cotton candy colored umbrella closed in front of her like a cane, her fingers resting on it and tapping. Dagda spread his arms, keeping the same flamboyant stance as he smiled. "You flames are nothing before our spirit! Marko, Flash Cannon!" he called, Marko opening his mouth and unleashing a beam of light, watching it collide with the flames.
When it did, rainbow colored sparks began to rain down like a spring shower, Dagda pointing to Opal. "You'll need to do better than that, Baba Yaga. Marko, Iron Head!" he called, the feline cloaking itself in metal and charging forward. Opal tapped her fingers against her umbrella and shook her head.
"Your style lacks substance. Weezing, Moonblast." Opal stated, a calm demeanor that allowed her Pokemon to keep the same energy, launching a ball of pink energy at Marko, who ran through it with his metal coated body. "I had told you, we will push ever forward." Dagda said, flipping his hand and holding it out as Marko crashed into the Weezing, the Pokemon floated back and groaning.
"Flamethrower!" Opal called, the Pokemon rebounding and spinning in a circle as it unleashed a Flamethrower, essentially hiding itself within the flames. The move was super effective on Marko, so the feline hesitated to attack, given no choice but to watch and wait for an order. "A shield will not save you!" Dagda called, running his index finger along his jawline with a sly grin.
"Marko, use Dig." Dagda stated, an arrogant tone telling everyone that he planned on winning, something they couldn't stand, their boos increasing in volume. Marko hid beneath the ground, and Opal smiled.
"You might have a little substance, but you lack creativity." she said, tapping her finger once more. "Flamethrower again Weezing." she said, and Dagda mentally cursed as more flames belted out within the spherical protection the Weezing put up. The flames began to dissipate, and Marko stumbled back, his fur singed by the attack, his breathing labored.
The Weezing would make ten. Ten times the feline has risen in battle and nine times was he victorious. He would not allow himself to besmirch his Father's name, his brother Dagda's name, or his own name. He was Marko Heimdallson, an elite feline warrior with no equal. He would not be done in by two floating turds with shit stains on their face. Never. He clenched his fists, and Dagda smiled.
Dagda straightened his legs, looking up to the mid afternoon sky, his arms spread wide. "I see the rays of the sun fading into the background! I see the first stars beginning to shine! They bring unto me, a great feeling. A feeling of victory!" he said, closing his eyes, bowing his head and crossing his arms over his chest with a smile.
Dagda lifted his right hand, letting it fall slowly as he looked to his opponent. "Marko, use Meteor Mash." he said, and Opal hesitated. Was this a direct response to her critique of his acting and battling? Did he truly tell his Pokemon to use a move it can not learn just because she said he wasn't creative. It caught her off guard, the feline able to let out a roar.
With that triumphant sound ringing out through the stadium and the night's first stars beginning to shine, Marko leaped forward. His body began to glow, coated in a bright blue light that made him look like a moving star, his growing and morphing fist striking the Weezing and knocking it skyward.
The celestial looking Pokemon was atop the Weezing within a thought's time, and lifted his broad paws above his head as his skull itself began to morph, two long, pointed horns appearing from the side, his fists coming down like the hammer of a judge, the Weezing crashing to the ground and bouncing like a deflated ball, sentenced to defeat.
The crowd was silent, watching Marko hit the ground, the light fading from his fully evolved body, his head coming back and belting out a wild, victorious roar. This was a new record for him. This was his tenth victory in less than an hour and a half. He felt powerful. He felt dominant and with every eye in the stadium on him, he felt like a warrior, an elite who demanded and commanded respect from the masses.
"Well… that was very creative." Opal said, laughing to herself as she returned her defeated Pokemon. She shifted Pokeballs, pulling a second one out and tossing it lightly, her wrists more fragile than they used to be. It popped open, and a small, feminine Pokemon popped out, sporting a pair of massive jaws on the back of her head.
"An astounding turn of events! Faced with certain defeat, the challenger casts a demonic curse and defeats Opal's Weezing, his Meowth evolving and using a move it can't learn at the same time! What kind of underhanded sorcery is this!?"
Allister looked towards the sky box, gritting his sharp teeth at the announcer's offensive commentary. Why couldn't they see it was an act, and that Dagda achieved things through his hard work? Why did everything he did after Kabu have to be a dirty scheme, or an illegal trick? Would anyone dare call his loss to Dagda a fluke, or a falsehood? He'd like to see them try.
Dagda glanced up to the stands, for some reason able to tell that despite their distance, that Allister was agitated. What was this? He could tell how someone was feeling from so far away, and he was hearing fleeting voices from his Pokemon. He shook his head. He had to win this battle first. He could ask questions later.
"Mawile, Shadow Ball!" Opal called, the Pokemon spinning around and launching a ball of purple energy in Marko's direction. Marko opened his larger mouth, a menacing sight now that he sported his father's snow white eyes. He launched a Flash Cannon, the two attacks colliding and causing an explosion, silver and purple sparkles scattering about. "Sucker Punch."
Just as soon as she'd said it, the Mawile spun and leaped forward, punching Marko in the face and sending him sliding back. Dagda moved in sync with Marko, the trainer like a large shadow of his Pokemon, balling his fists. "Thunder Punch!" Dagda called, the Mawile being struck as soon as he finished speaking, sliding back as Dagda held his hand up like a knife. "Metal Claw."
The Mawile staggered, unable to recover as the Perrserker's claws began to lengthen and fuse together into daggers as it sped past the Deceiver Pokemon, the audience unsure of what just happened. Opal closed her eyes, tapping her finger on her umbrella as silver energy erupted from her Mawile, who fell back dramatically.
This made Eleven. More than ten warriors had stepped into the ring with Marko and fallen. This was what he needed. He was worried about being weak, about being inferior to the larger, stronger Pokemon on Dagda's team. But no longer. This was his time to reign supreme. He was elite, an elite warrior from the strongest tribe of Meowth in the entire world. Marko Heimdallson, an undefeated warrior.
"Unbelievable! As if by magick, the challenger and his Pokemon have their movements in sync, almost like they rehearsed this! A second of Madam Opal's Pokemon had fallen, but can he defeat another with just one Pokemon!?"
Opal returned her Mawile, looking across the field to Dagda. While he wasn't the one she wanted as her successor, she couldn't deny this child's ability. He had not only battle skill, he was a trained actor as well. She could tell from all of his movements, to his facial expressions and even the way his Pokemon responded to him that this wasn't a rehearsed act. They were going with the flow, with the boos of the audience.
She held up a third Pokeball, looking to it. She realized that she wasn't as good as she used to be, and yet, she couldn't find a replacement, someone with the right attitude and appearance to take the gym from her, a gym she inherited from her mother seventy years ago. She hurled the next Pokeball, trying to conserve her energy for the finale.
The Pokemon that popped out was familiar to Dagda. He'd seen it in a children's play when he was young, the weird looking, unattractive Pokemon playing the part of an airplane. He knew that with this flying monstrosity that him and Marko would have to think.
"Madam Opal's third Pokemon is a Togekiss! Will this flying saint of the sky be able to overwhelm the heathenous savage that seems to have her number!?"
Dagda and Marko looked to each other, the duo on the same wave length. Marko, while enthused and fueled by his streak of victories, was getting rather tired. They had to wrap this up, and leave no room for errors.
"Togekiss, Thunder Wave." Opal stated, The Pokemon flapping it's dense wings, an electric shock ringing out throughout the stadium. Dagda narrowed his eyes slightly, wondering exactly what it was that she was aiming for. "Marko, Dig." Dagda said, folding his arms and pointing one finger down.
Marko hopped into the air, slamming through the ground and burrowing within. Opal tapped her finger on her umbrella, her thoughts not as quick and creative as they used to be. "Togekiss, use Extrasensory." she stated.
The Pokemon's eyes began to glow, and the electricity began to glow as well, the weak pulse frozen and manipulated by the mind of the Jubilee Pokemon. "Now send it under the ground." she said, and Dagda hummed.
"Iron Head." Dagda called, running his fingers along his own forehead as Marko exploded beneath the Togekiss, his helmet coated in a bright silver. "Fire Blast."
The Pokemon whipped it's face down, blasting Marko in close range with a massive torrent of flame, slamming him into the ground, where the electricity struck him, paralyzing him to the spot, his body smoking and singed from the intense flames.
Togekiss spun in the air, a look of boredom and arrogance on it's face. Within mere moments, it had disabled and beaten down the Pokemon that proved to be so much trouble for most of the trained creatures here in Ballonlea. It was above this, and would not be put down by something as ugly and rough as a Perrserker.
Marko laid on the ground, pain from the burns coursing through his body. He couldn't even touch his wounds to check their severity, because he laid paralyzed, unable to move on the ground. His body was almost useless, and he knew that another strike would do him in, especially from a Togekiss as powerful as his opponent. He hated this.
Dagda was struggling to think of something. Outwardly, he maintained the same act, an aloof, arrogant, flamboyant trainer not concerned with the thought of defeat, or of the law coming for him and his illegal Pokemon. Inwardly, he began to panic, struggling to think of a way out of this situation.
There had to be some move he could call for. Some shocking, creative technique he could call upon in this moment to turn the tides. His eyes glanced to the audience, and he saw Petey sitting down relaxed, and he noticed Allister on the edge of his seat, his masked face bringing Dagda a sense of comfort.
And then he thought about Allister, who was infact a Sableye Halfling. Sableye were ghosts, and ghosts had the ability to make themselves intangible. That was it. If Dagda could make Marko seem intangible, untouchable, he could throw Opal and her Togekiss off.
"Marko, use Phantom Force!" Dagda called, and everyone, even Allister and Marko themselves, were taken aback and surprised. However, in an effort to prove he was a super elite, the son of the Berserker God, Marko of Nine Mothers, he exhaled, beginning to think about floating, having no physical form.
"This is preposterous, Child. Even you can't make something like that happen. Togekiss, it's time for the finale, use Fire Blast." Opal stated, the Togekiss spinning it's neck as it charged it's power, releasing a massive torrent of flame at Marko.
The flame struck, and an explosion rang out, dust and embers covering the ground and scattering through the air. Dagda inhaled, closing his eyes and smiling. This was what he was waiting for. He knew that Marko was trying to prove himself, trying to show off and prove the difference in class between them.
"Marko!" Dagda called, his arms spreading and stance shifting as if he was calling out to a King. There was a small shift in the air, and Marko Heimdallson appeared like a ghost, his airborne position behind the Togekiss given away only by a bright light emitting from his being.
Marko floated, that same crazed look on his face, his snow white eyes and pitch black pupils looking less like eyes and more like black holes, sucking in the light itself as he held his paws out, his wrists pressed together and a ball of shining energy between his palms. "Flash Cannon!"
As soon as Dagda gave the fervent yet arrogant sounding call, a beam of light erupted from Marko's paws, swallowing the Togekiss as it screamed, the beam of light traveling out of the stadium and into the starlight sky. The fleeting remnants of it rained down like crystalline snowflakes, the Togekiss trying to fall to the ground softly, elegant even in defeat.
When the Togekiss hit the ground, it was apparent to everyone that it could no longer continue, snuffed out by Marko's unmistakable aura, his confident, stalwart stance letting all who witnessed him know that he was beyond even the elite. He was the son of the Berserker God. He was a super elite warrior, the strongest feline in the whole of the Galar region, and none could ever hope to take that from him.
"Incredible! Again using underhanded, incomprehensible tactics, Challenger Dagda has once again come out victorious, with but a single Pokemon! Is there some explanation for the immense increase in power a mere Meowth has undergone!?" he called, and Dagda began to laugh.
With Opal returning the Togekiss, Dagda turned to the side, placing one hand over his heart, the other open, gesturing to the strong, powerful feline before them all. "A mere Meowth!? Do not disrespect us, Announcer. There is a reason for this increase. It is not any underhanded shenanigans like you would assume." he said, inhaling. This speech in itself was a shenanigan, a distraction to give Marko a little time to recover.
"This is Marko Heimdallson, son of Heimdall, the strongest Perrserker, nay… the strongest Steel Type Pokemon in the entire region! He is a super elite, bred for combat and genetically superior to all of his opponents. His desire to show you all this cold, hard fact is his reason for fighting, for continuing to fight, and for defeat twelve opponents in the last hour's time!"
The audience listen to Dagda's glorification of his Pokemon, something that drew Allister in like a black hole. Dagda's outward confidence and his belief in his Pokemon was awe inspiring. And his appearance was well honed, finding just the right angle to stand at beneath the night sky to make him look like an emissary of the gods. His hair blew in a slight breeze, his uniform reminding all that he was important.
Opal smiled, finding the child rather interesting. She held up her final Pokeball, smiling as she looked to him, Dagda able to see her Dynamax Band, also painted a blue and pink combination. This was his moment. She wanted to see what grandiose attack he would use in this battle, feeling rather energetic for her old age.
The battle bounced from her wrinkled hands, the woman catching it with a grace, as if it were made of cotton. She twirled, launching the ball into the air with a form that was unfathomable for someone her age. The ball popped open, and she turned to Dagda. Her posture was straightened, her cane like umbrella cast away, the woman prepared for the final act of this play.
Dagda watched the Pokemon take shape, taking a step back at the sheer size of the creature. It was at the least a hundred feet in height, covered with many decorative markings, the small, feminine head and torso atop the structure smiling down at him. This thing was without a doubt a massive cake, and Dagda realized that it looked disgustingly intimidating in the stadium's lights.
"There it is! Without warning, Madam Opal has revealed her Lead Actor, her Gigantimax Alcremie! One of the sturdiest Pokemon in the region, it's said that Alcremie's cake like body is harder than diamonds!" the announcer shouted, Marko scoffing at that notion.
"Marko, use Meteor Mash!" Dagda called, Marko's fists erupting in shimmering energy as he leapt forward, throwing a punch that struck the Alcremie without fail. However, he recoiled, realizing that he did no damage, his own hand feeling the sting of his attack as he hit the ground. "Alcremie, Max Flare."
Marko dashed away as a massive ball of flame struck the stadium, the flames spreading about and striking Dagda in the face, the trainer frowning. He smiled, shaking his head as his posture shifted. He saw that Opal had begun her act, calling for attacks with an immense amount of refined flair, something that matched the flamboyant character he was playing. If she wanted to relive the character she played in her youth, Dagda would become the same thing.
Dropping his posture, Marko felt a rush of adrenaline and energy at his trainer's shift in attitude, something he noticed was a common thing. The less and less composed Dagda was, the stronger he felt. His demeanor, which the commentator's called 'evil', empowered them all.
He cast a glance to Petey, who had risen back to his feet, a proud stance that conveyed that he respected their joined power. He couldn't let his brothers down, but he felt an odd sense of worry as he dodged another massive ball of flame. There was something about this being his thirteenth opponent that worried him.
"Flash Cannon!" Dagda called, a more gruff sounding command that was met with immediate attack, a beam of light striking the cake, which remained stalwart and undamaged. Marko hated this feeling of powerlessness. He looked to Dagda, who seemed deep in thought despite his savage gaze.
The feeling of empowerment, of adrenaline wasn't exclusive to the Pokemon. For some reason, Allister felt it as well. A rush of strength and heat as soon as Dagda shifted his posture and facade, becoming more like the monster that struck him down only days ago. It was enthralling, and he could tell that Dagda was going to win. There was no way someone that could maintain an act in the heat of battle would fall so easily.
Marko growled, launching another large Flash Cannon as he dashed about, now avoiding giant explosive seeds and a hail of energy stars that spread a pink mist about the battlefield. He was pelting the beast, but with his body wracked with pain and untreated burns, he could tell that he was beginning to slow. He wasn't doing very well, and he needed to think of something.
"Marko, Swords Dance!" Dagda called, and Marko blinked. Of course. If he used moves to bolster his attack power, he'd be able to deal more damage. It was simple, but as he ran, he took his time, extending his claws into their dagger like shape, clanging them together roughly as he felt his blood run faster.
"Do it until you can't anymore!" Dagda called, Opal's flamboyant stance and condescending glance not belying a hint of emotion. Marko kept fleeing, holding himself back from attacking as he avoided a hail of attacks. He could feel the after effects of these moves, his body shaken and rattled, forced to exhaust more and more energy just to stay standing from the shockwaves.
He knew that Dagda had to be in worse shape. These explosions had to be wearing down his trainer's legs, the flames scorching his flesh, the misty terrain clouding his vision. He had to be feeling some kind of exhaustion, and yet, he didn't wear it on his face. He stood stalwart, maintaining his act at all costs. Marko respected this. He had to win, if only for the sake of his pride in his brother.
"Marko, Bounce!" he called, the Perrserker not questioning him as he leaped into the air, vaulting himself up as high as he could. He looked the huge Pokemon in the eyes, saw the signature red clouds floating over it's head. He hated this thing. It made a mockery of his pride, of his honor.
"Giga Impact and Meteor Mash!" Dagda called, Marko screaming as he extended his claws as long as he could, filling them with all of the energy he had left, all of the energy he gathered using Swords Dance, filling his claws with his pride itself, their size multiplying as he brought his right claw down, bringing down his entire ego in the shape of a blade of righteousness.
"Max Guard!" Opal called, the Pokemon surrounding itself in a massive, thick barrier that Marko struck. He cursed, pressing downward with all of his muscles, trying to crack the barrier, to shatter his foe's protection from his might, from his superiority, and from his judgment.
He refused to be denied, lifting his left arm and bringing it down, the two massive daggers, filled with enough energy to blow through a mountain, bearing down on the massive cake like the word of a God. The barrier cracked, audible gasps coming from both the audience and Opal herself. This was his moment. He inhaled, flexing his airborne body as he prepared to attack.
"I am the strongest!" He screamed, Dagda's heart throbbing at the sound of Marko's voice in his ears, watching the Pokemon shove his entire body down, shattering the barrier and striking the Pokemon square in the skull. Dagda smiled, victory was in his sights.
And then, it happened. From the strain of spending two hours fighting all of his opponents, from avoiding the giant monster for so long, and from using multiple attacks in tandem against a foe's barrier for what felt like aeons, pain exploded through Marko's hands.
The Proud Perrserker, the son of a man called a God, and he who was undefeated, watched in horror as one of the most important aspects of his pride, his very claws themselves, shattered into pieces, his fingers spraying blood as the energy erupted, throwing him to the ground, his body not desiring to stand up, his will, and his ego, broken.
Dagda realized that he had to do something. The proud warrior was laying, blood pouring from his fingers, the shards of his claws scattered about a singed, misty field. He hated the sight of blood, and he almost began to panic. 'Relax' he heard. There it was. A voice he hadn't heard in a long time.
It was Evil.
Energy erupted around Dagda, Marko able to feel it shift about as he struggled to stand, able to see his towering pastry of a foe looming over him and his claws shattered beside him. "Is that really all you can do? You talked so grandly about a Pokemon that can't even harm a cake." Opal said, giggling underneath her arm at him. Marko hated being mocked, but he could tell that Dagda hated it more.
"Shut the fuck up." he said, Marko looking to his trainer, his blinded left eye appearing to be a darker color, almost a gray instead of the clouded white it was beforehand. Marko rose to his feet, blood still trailing from his fingers. Dagda cast a glance to him, a frown on his face.
"We're going to finish this thing." he said, and Marko blinked, realizing that he was still awake, and still able to fight. Just because he was wounded, and disarmed, didn't make him any less of an elite warrior. It just made his show of strength all the more impressive.
"Oh please. This is all but over child. Alcremie, G-Max Finale!" she called, the cake like Pokemon forming a massive ball of pink energy above it's head, Marko watching it cast a shadow as it glowed. He closed his eyes before roaring, feeling energy, emotion and confidence run through his injured body.
Dagda held his arms up wide, inhaling as his eye returned to normal, both him and Marko erupted in red energy.
"The super elite warrior commands you!"
The Alcremie continued to charge the attack, a massive torrent of energy forming around Marko.
"Behold him, witness him! He, a son of one called a God! Bask in his glory!"
Marko began to concentrate, focusing every single bit of the energy, even using his sheer will to gather and command his own spilled blood. All of it pooled at his right hand, forming a sparking, hissing, radiating ball of blood infused energy.
"Behold as the King scars thy DNA with his own blood! Imprint into your memories and tell your descendants about this day! The day you witnessed the power of a King!"
The Alcremie cast the massive ball of energy downwards, Marko roaring, his eyes bulging in their sockets and his veins rising to the surface as he began to move.
"He is Marko Heimdallson, the son of The Berserker God, Heimdall of Nine Mothers! Witness his undefeated glory beneath the stars that shine only for him! Behold his self gratification and arrogance given form as this, The Final Shine Attack!"
Marko roared, swinging his arm and releasing all of the energy he'd gathered and stored from him and Dagda. When he did, the audience was blinded. Shinning, divine white light burst forth, a stream of light that showed everyone in attendance today that he was a King.
The attack of Alcremie was eviscerated, cast aside by a dismissive hand of the Gods, the massive cake like Pokemon completely engulfed in a light that seared it's flesh, destroyed it's elevated form and reminded everyone in attendance of one thing.
The Raging Demon, Danzig. The Wise Titan, Otis. The Crimson Wolf of the Forbidden Land, Ozzy. The Ancient Homonculous, Petey. And the Berserker King, Marko Heimdallson all had one thing in common.
The all stood at the side of one young man. A man who watched with a smile as his foe's defeated form fell from the sky. They would only let him be known by three names, all to be said in tandem. Their brother could only be called thusly;
The Strongest Trainer in Galar, 'The Blooming Demon' Dagda De Danann.