Chapter 8: Plans are set.
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Mewtwo looked strangely at the man. He was dressed in a black karate gi, and he looked, for a human, to be very strong. There was no mistake in Mewtwo's mind that this man practiced some form of martial arts. He himself, however, although not as physically powerful as many pokemon, was much stronger than most humans were. He had a strange feeling that this man was somehow different, but he could not figure out why. This man looked like a typical human, although that made him look even more out of place on the top of this unforgiving mountain.
"Do you understand what I mean, uh.what's your name, again?"
"You did not ask me my name previously, so you can't ask me again, can you?" Mewtwo replied with a smirk. He loved playing with people's minds this way. "But, I don't suppose it would hurt to give you my name anyway. I am Mewtwo."
"Well, Mewtwo, you are quite out of the ordinary for a pokemon. Both your mind and your spirit seem to have incredible power. Too bad we can't say the same about your body, eh?" Mewtwo looked down, upset and confused at the man's words.
Who does he think he is? Mewtwo thought. Humans shouldn't dare mock me, especially when they realize how powerful I am. But what can he mean by saying that my spirit has incredible power?
"Well, well, you need to gain three things to win the fight you seem to be thinking about constantly. First, you need to train your body so it is no longer weak. This will come in handy against dark types. Second, you have to learn techniques that will allow you to use this power to the fullest. Finally, if we have time, you will learn how to use the power of your spirit in a fight."
"I'm still confused, though. What is the power of your spirit?" Mewtwo asked the man. "And, will you be requiring anything for your kindness?"
"Nah," replied the man. "I won't be requiring anything. I'm just doing this to help you. I know you both need and want this. But, as for your first question, you will have to find out for yourself. And you better not ask my name." Mewtwo remembered this, then decided to ask one final question.
"How long will this take?" he asked, hoping that it would not be too long before he could rid the world of the evil Aijou, although he had a feeling that he would not like the answer.
"As long as it takes. Now, you will refer to me as sensei. And you will take this," he added, tossing Mewtwo a sword.
"What am I going to do with this?" Mewtwo asked. "I do not wear any clothes, therefore I have no place to wear a sword. Besides, why will I need this, anyway?"
"You will wear clothes," replied the sensei. "I will give you a gi just like mine. Then you will have a place to hold the sword. As for the other question, you will see soon." Mewtwo thought soon couldn't come soon enough. He wanted to learn how to take care of Aijou, and fast. He had no idea when the little dark type would return.
"So, psychic Mewtwo. Your problems are with the dark type. Remember that the dark type uses dark spirit power. The psychic type, of course, would use the power of the mind, while the fighting type would master the body. The normal pokemon way of defeating the dark type is, of course, by using fighting type moves. That is what martial arts will teach you. You will fight against me while becoming stronger each day." And, as promised, the lessons began, with Mewtwo trying to fight off his new sensei without using his psychic powers.
For two months, the training proceeded in this manner. Mewtwo, who had no chance at all when he started, was fighting as if he'd fought that way for years; of course, this may have been because he had lived such a short time in the first place. Finally, halfway through his third month, Mewtwo finally won. His sensei, of course, was not content with this. He now taught Mewtwo sword technique, which Mewtwo seemed to pick up easily, and even started making some of his own techniques. By the end of his third month, Mewtwo was ready to start the lessons on spirit power. But one thing still bothered him-where was that Aijou and what was he doing?
The answer to Mewtwo's question lay at the now rebuilt Team Rocket Headquarters. Aijou sat purring in Giovanni's lap, taunting and sticking his tongue out at the poor Persian that he had replaced. The Persian had curled up in a corner, as far from Aijou as he could get. Not a bad cat itself, it was loyal enough to Giovanni to stay when all of the other pokemon were freed, and besides, it didn't know where else to go. It had no wish to give up its' pampered lifestyle, although that infernal mew kept taking its' place.
Aijou, of course, had his reasons for joining Giovanni and for warming up to him in this way. Unlike Mewtwo, Aijou respected the power of the powerful human, and thought that his riches and never-ending supplies would complement his own abilities quite nicely. Aijou, of course, was not fond of having his enemy run away after dropping the scenery on him, so he decided to go to Giovanni to find a way to turn Mewtwo's psychic powers off entirely. Giovanni, of course, didn't realize what Aijou's plans were, just that Aijou was going to fight the world's strongest pokemon for him. What Aijou didn't tell him, however, was that if the psychic lost, he would not be given to Giovanni, but rather destroyed. Aijou thought his plans were perfect.
As they were, Aijou's plans were right on schedule. Giovanni had a team of scientists working on a device that would neutralize psychic power. Aijou was rather disappointed that this could not be fine tuned, for he wanted to hear Mewtwo when he gave up (as the little mew was sure he would, not that it would matter) and did not know of the lessons Mewtwo had received from Meowth. Of course, he also wasn't aware of the training Mewtwo was receiving at the moment; the mew had rather lost his innate psychic abilities as he embraced his new dark attacks. Aijou had taken an attitude of 'what you don't know won't hurt you,' but he would soon find out that this couldn't have been less true. He was sure that the clone would be in for a big surprise once he saw what Aijou could now do.
Mewtwo, on the other hand, was not about to underestimate his enemy; rather, he was much more likely to overestimate the dark type. Learning about his spirit energy was rather difficult; it took Mewtwo many weeks during which Aijou could work on his projects. Mewtwo's time seemed well spent, however. He learned how to make barriers out of the light energy of his spirit, to shoot white beams of pure energy, to heal himself and those around him, to overpower dark attacks. By the end of his training, Mewtwo had balanced his power, with all three areas at the same level, far beyond even his mind's previous power. Mewtwo felt certain that the little mew could be defeated. Aijou was even more confident, however. His devices were finally finished. Not only was he able to block Mewtwo's psychic power entirely, but he had raised his own dark power with another of Giovanni's men's inventions. With this, Aijou was quite sure that he would be able to take the psychic down with one move. He sent out a Fearow, newly caught by Team Rocket, and told it to take a message to Mewtwo for him. As the bird flew away, Aijou smiled. He would finally have his revenge on the clone.
Disclaimer: I know you are all reasonably intelligent people, and therefore realize that if I owned Pokemon, this story would not be on fanfiction.net. As some people, namely large companies and lawyers, don't trust in the reasonable intelligence of people such as yourselves, I must therefore deliver to you this annoying message of whose type you have likely heard a thousand times over. Good day.
Mewtwo looked strangely at the man. He was dressed in a black karate gi, and he looked, for a human, to be very strong. There was no mistake in Mewtwo's mind that this man practiced some form of martial arts. He himself, however, although not as physically powerful as many pokemon, was much stronger than most humans were. He had a strange feeling that this man was somehow different, but he could not figure out why. This man looked like a typical human, although that made him look even more out of place on the top of this unforgiving mountain.
"Do you understand what I mean, uh.what's your name, again?"
"You did not ask me my name previously, so you can't ask me again, can you?" Mewtwo replied with a smirk. He loved playing with people's minds this way. "But, I don't suppose it would hurt to give you my name anyway. I am Mewtwo."
"Well, Mewtwo, you are quite out of the ordinary for a pokemon. Both your mind and your spirit seem to have incredible power. Too bad we can't say the same about your body, eh?" Mewtwo looked down, upset and confused at the man's words.
Who does he think he is? Mewtwo thought. Humans shouldn't dare mock me, especially when they realize how powerful I am. But what can he mean by saying that my spirit has incredible power?
"Well, well, you need to gain three things to win the fight you seem to be thinking about constantly. First, you need to train your body so it is no longer weak. This will come in handy against dark types. Second, you have to learn techniques that will allow you to use this power to the fullest. Finally, if we have time, you will learn how to use the power of your spirit in a fight."
"I'm still confused, though. What is the power of your spirit?" Mewtwo asked the man. "And, will you be requiring anything for your kindness?"
"Nah," replied the man. "I won't be requiring anything. I'm just doing this to help you. I know you both need and want this. But, as for your first question, you will have to find out for yourself. And you better not ask my name." Mewtwo remembered this, then decided to ask one final question.
"How long will this take?" he asked, hoping that it would not be too long before he could rid the world of the evil Aijou, although he had a feeling that he would not like the answer.
"As long as it takes. Now, you will refer to me as sensei. And you will take this," he added, tossing Mewtwo a sword.
"What am I going to do with this?" Mewtwo asked. "I do not wear any clothes, therefore I have no place to wear a sword. Besides, why will I need this, anyway?"
"You will wear clothes," replied the sensei. "I will give you a gi just like mine. Then you will have a place to hold the sword. As for the other question, you will see soon." Mewtwo thought soon couldn't come soon enough. He wanted to learn how to take care of Aijou, and fast. He had no idea when the little dark type would return.
"So, psychic Mewtwo. Your problems are with the dark type. Remember that the dark type uses dark spirit power. The psychic type, of course, would use the power of the mind, while the fighting type would master the body. The normal pokemon way of defeating the dark type is, of course, by using fighting type moves. That is what martial arts will teach you. You will fight against me while becoming stronger each day." And, as promised, the lessons began, with Mewtwo trying to fight off his new sensei without using his psychic powers.
For two months, the training proceeded in this manner. Mewtwo, who had no chance at all when he started, was fighting as if he'd fought that way for years; of course, this may have been because he had lived such a short time in the first place. Finally, halfway through his third month, Mewtwo finally won. His sensei, of course, was not content with this. He now taught Mewtwo sword technique, which Mewtwo seemed to pick up easily, and even started making some of his own techniques. By the end of his third month, Mewtwo was ready to start the lessons on spirit power. But one thing still bothered him-where was that Aijou and what was he doing?
The answer to Mewtwo's question lay at the now rebuilt Team Rocket Headquarters. Aijou sat purring in Giovanni's lap, taunting and sticking his tongue out at the poor Persian that he had replaced. The Persian had curled up in a corner, as far from Aijou as he could get. Not a bad cat itself, it was loyal enough to Giovanni to stay when all of the other pokemon were freed, and besides, it didn't know where else to go. It had no wish to give up its' pampered lifestyle, although that infernal mew kept taking its' place.
Aijou, of course, had his reasons for joining Giovanni and for warming up to him in this way. Unlike Mewtwo, Aijou respected the power of the powerful human, and thought that his riches and never-ending supplies would complement his own abilities quite nicely. Aijou, of course, was not fond of having his enemy run away after dropping the scenery on him, so he decided to go to Giovanni to find a way to turn Mewtwo's psychic powers off entirely. Giovanni, of course, didn't realize what Aijou's plans were, just that Aijou was going to fight the world's strongest pokemon for him. What Aijou didn't tell him, however, was that if the psychic lost, he would not be given to Giovanni, but rather destroyed. Aijou thought his plans were perfect.
As they were, Aijou's plans were right on schedule. Giovanni had a team of scientists working on a device that would neutralize psychic power. Aijou was rather disappointed that this could not be fine tuned, for he wanted to hear Mewtwo when he gave up (as the little mew was sure he would, not that it would matter) and did not know of the lessons Mewtwo had received from Meowth. Of course, he also wasn't aware of the training Mewtwo was receiving at the moment; the mew had rather lost his innate psychic abilities as he embraced his new dark attacks. Aijou had taken an attitude of 'what you don't know won't hurt you,' but he would soon find out that this couldn't have been less true. He was sure that the clone would be in for a big surprise once he saw what Aijou could now do.
Mewtwo, on the other hand, was not about to underestimate his enemy; rather, he was much more likely to overestimate the dark type. Learning about his spirit energy was rather difficult; it took Mewtwo many weeks during which Aijou could work on his projects. Mewtwo's time seemed well spent, however. He learned how to make barriers out of the light energy of his spirit, to shoot white beams of pure energy, to heal himself and those around him, to overpower dark attacks. By the end of his training, Mewtwo had balanced his power, with all three areas at the same level, far beyond even his mind's previous power. Mewtwo felt certain that the little mew could be defeated. Aijou was even more confident, however. His devices were finally finished. Not only was he able to block Mewtwo's psychic power entirely, but he had raised his own dark power with another of Giovanni's men's inventions. With this, Aijou was quite sure that he would be able to take the psychic down with one move. He sent out a Fearow, newly caught by Team Rocket, and told it to take a message to Mewtwo for him. As the bird flew away, Aijou smiled. He would finally have his revenge on the clone.