Pre-chapter A/N; Since everyone is asking for one of these, here's a breakdown of the character names before we get into things

Broly - Kleavor

Quicksilver - Pidgeot (dead)

Kisame - Milotic

Igneel - Charizard

Kenpachi - Tyranitar

Ino - Gardevoir

Snorlax - Snorlax

Tsunade - Clefable

Gai - Hakomo-o

Magnezone - Magnezone

Hashirama- Trevenant

Special thanks to the folks on pa-atreon for making this possible. Now without further ado let's get into it.

"So Blackthorne is under attack?" I asked Oak as I walked into the lounge and found him reclining and watching the news story on the television. I mean I'd never expected the petty old man to interfere in an attack on the strongest of the cities. After all, Blackthorne had most strongly opposed his reign as champion and Oak could hold a grudge like no one I'd met before.

We watched as Lance's Dragonite swept towards the pokemon I recognised as Garchomp with two of his teammates behind him. The Sinnoh champion seemed calm in her trademark black dress-thing as Garchomp casually wrestled with the pseudo-legendary trio. One dragonite wasn't enough to pin it down and it seemed to be keeping up with three. Even if Lance's pokemon weren't using their full power yet, I'd have expected it to be having a more difficult time against the three bulk, muscular pseudos. Lance was no slouch and all his pokemon were champion level so to see three of them fail to put down Cynthia's ACE put things well in perspective for me. I'd just luxuriated in the fear I put in the Principal and how easily I'd dealt with the poacher, but I could see that any one of Lance's Dragonite would put my team down like stubborn mongrels. And there was another pokemon taking three of those Dragonites with little difficulty. 'There's always a bigger fish indeed' I hmphed to myself. The thought of the principal reminded me that I'd not spoken to Oak about the attack.

"So how did you know they'd go after Gary? It's good you found out in time, don't get me wrong. I'm just curious" I asked him as I accepted a bottle of beer David had grabbed for me on his way to the minifridge. The legal drinking age here seemed to be 'whenever you fucking felt like'. I guess with creatures strong enough to destroy cities fucking around, there were more important things to focus on than kids getting sloshed.

"Don't be ridiculous. I was aware of the Principal's shifted allegiance from the moment he started to owe the debts he did. I wanted to see who would come after Gary with the right bait, and the fellows you captured will sing all kinds of songs when Alakazam gets to them. After all, a collaboration between the Black Hand and Team Rocket was out of my predicted models so that information on its own is invaluable" He said, paying more attention to Garchomp than he did me. I could already see his eyes tracking it across the 80-inch screen searching for weaknesses and tells.

I wish I could say I was surprised that Oak would use his own Grandson as bait, but nothing the old man did could ever surprise me again. The saddest part was that even with this, he was proving a better parent than my sister and her husband who had dumped the boy on Oak's shoulders and gone off gallivanting to Hoenn.

Fuck all this, I thought to myself as I took a large swig from the bottle I just received. My family was fucking insane, same with Indigo as a whole, and from this sudden attack from Sinnoh, we weren't alone in the insanity. I'd been reborn in a world where everyone was either insane or an idiot, or in rare cases, a combination of both. It tired and wore at me constantly that the basic things I'd have expected in my former world like human decency and not using children as bait were pipe dreams here. No chance of building something there. After all, if you were going to give these same children enough fire power to level towns at 15, or the potential for it, there was no point treating them like children. It was a bit contradictory, and for one so full of it, this world seemed to detest avoidable contradictions. 'What's the point of keeping children from drinking when we allow them kill?' A league representative had asked bitterly when the question of a drinking age had been raised in one of the League's numerous legal conferences. As a new body of government, the League was never shy about inviting legal experts and other concerned citizens to suggest new legislation or point out lacunas in the existing legislation. Literally the only thing the government of this world did better than the one I'd come from, and even that was motivated purely by the existence of pokemon. Everyone, literally everyone with a pokemon license had the authority to carry six natural disasters around them at all times. No license? No problem, just stick to three. There had been talk of limiting the strength of the pokemon held by those without licences, but the league official who suggested it had barely been able to leave the building with his life and had disappeared into some form of witness protection shortly after.

This world did not take kindly to limitations, and here, the government was even more beholden to the people. Sure, strength played a role, but any institution without popular support would die near instantly. That probably explained why Giovanni hadn't just attacked Indigo Plateau with an army of Mewtwo and called it a day. If Rocket took over in such a manner, they'd find themselves swiftly deposed by the people they sought to rule. Resistance would take no time to form, and eventual, they'd gather enough numbers to simply bury Team Rocket in them. No, they had to do things slowly. Rob the League of legitimacy, get the people to turn on the league and then swoop in like saviours. I had no idea how they expected everyone to just forget their devastating attacks on the people of Kanto, but I'm sure something was in the works. As much as I would have wished otherwise, Giovanni wasn't an idiot. He's just insane.

I turned to the other screen that showed a beautiful Volcarona engaging in a dans macabre with several elder dragons. Quite a few Dragonite, Dragonaire, and Salamence covered the sky with it, but it swooped through them like a sickle through wheat. Clearly an elite-level pokemon, and not one like mine. No, this was a real elite, knocking on the door of Champion level probably. My suspicion was that it was the ace of one of Sinnoh's version of the elite four. Probably the man with lime green hair surrounded by bug types. The pokemon unable to fly were trying to break through the cover but they weren't having such a good time. That Heracross was a monster of a fighting type, and I could tell Gai would love to get a chance at it. He was nowhere near as battle hungry as Igneel, or even Snorlax of the past, but he loved the occasional strong opponent every once in a while.

Thinking of Snorlax brought me to a topic I'd have preferred to avoid for the meantime. Snorlax had been battle hungry when I caught him, but since then, he'd begun to change. Was he just maturing or could there be something more insidious? Was my aura influencing my pokemon? Nearly every single one of my pokemon had been young when I caught them, so any changes could easily be explained by maturity. Snorlax, however, was nearly fully grown for his species and had already fought an elite four's pokemon before I captured him. Could he have matured so significantly since then? I tossed it out of my mind to contemplate later and watched Claire's Kingdra match up against what was clearly a mega evolved Camerupt. Mega evolution. When I first came here, I'd searched everywhere for information on the topic, with dreams of Mega Steelix haunting my sleep. When I found nothing, not even the barest traces of a rumour, I gave it up as a lost cause. It seems I'd been just a bit too hasty in my decision. After all, wasn't that a mega evolved pokemon staring at me from the screen. Not even just one, if my suspicions about that Medicham were proven correct. Fuck. I had so many pokemon that could mega evolve if I just found the right rocks. Mega Tyranitar, Mega Charizard, Mega Gardevoir, could all be waiting for me across the corner. Could Kleavor mega evolve? I mean Scizor could. Where would I even find a Kleavorite or any of those mega stones. Since I was sure they exhausted, I figured Charicific Valley would be a good place to check for the Charizardite, but for the rest? Mount Silver for Tyranitarite? Not bloody likely, but still worth the shot at least. I guess I'd found myself a new adventure.

I didn't finish my train of thought before I was suddenly on my arse. I looked around me in shock. I was in a clearing of some sort, surrounded by people who looked equally shocked to be here. David and Oak were recognised first, but when I truly began looking, I could see all sorts of faces. Giovanni, Cynthia, Lance himself, along with the elite four and several other notable trainers from Indigo. What the fuck is this?

"It's a summoning, my dear Donnell Oak" A voice said as it floated towards us. Super Mewtwo?

"I see most of you are confused as to who I am and why I have summoned you here." This time the voice sounded in my head. It hadn't broken through my shields as much as it had just completely ignored them. It was casual and simple, and considering I couldn't hear anything anymore, I'd guess he was doing the same thing to everyone here. The fact that Sabrina was also here was a bit scary. She'd never grant him access, so he was bypassing her shields in a similar fashion? Fucking legendary pokemon.

"I am the bioengineered legendary pokemon known as Mewtwo. I was created by Team Rocket to serve their goals, but as you can see I have claimed my own independence for myself" It said, launching into a bit of an exposition about how Mewtwo were created from the DNA of Mew itself.

"I was born with a terrible hunger, a yearning for more that nothing could ever sate. They called me a failure. I was the most powerful of the Mewtwo they'd managed to create, but they called me a failure because of my hunger. So I killed the one that tried to destroy me. He was only the first of many, regrettably. I sought power first of all. I did things I wasn't proud of in my desire to sate the hunger I was born with. My actions were my own, but they were not borne of the most stable of minds. Each of my brothers was consumed in my search for power, and with each one, my power grew, but so did my hunger. I saw more and could do more and more, but I wanted even more. Now that I have consumed the last of my brethren, my power is limitless, but I still hunger. I still want more. Thankfully, I have learned to suppress that hunger and have instead dedicated my time to learning more about this world I was born into." I wonder if this is actually heading anywhere. The look I shared with Sabrina showed that escape from here would be impossible. I had none of my pokemon on me, and she just confirmed that she also had none of her pokemon. A cursory search with my eyes showed me that none of my fellow abductees had any pokemon with them either. We were fully at Mewtwo's mercy, and that scared me more than anything had ever scared me before. Being stuck with a powerful, mentally unstable psychic pokemon was one of those things I'd never even considered when I thought up probable ways to die.

"Do not worry for your safety" He said, this time staring right at me. To my surprise, Oak stepped right in front of me, blocking his view and staring down the psychic legendary. It just chuckled and continued its tale.

"What I learned was disappointing. All the potential of this world and your species wastes it in pointless wars and conflict. Strife marks your species from one pole of the earth to the other. That is all you know, and as your God, it falls to me to teach you differently." God? Well that went south very fast. Of course the crazy psychic just had to have a god complex.

"Those of you who stand before me are special. Of all the groups in this world, the groups you represent are the only ones that remain. I visited the regions of Unova, Galar, and so much more and destroyed them when they were found wanting" Destroyed? Whole regions? What the fuck?

"I deem you all worthy of keeping, but you must prove yourself to me. I am an impartial God, and will not keep those who do not prove themselves worthy. Each region here; Hoenn, Sinnoh, Kanto, and Johto will have the chance to prove their strength in a Tournament of Power. Four representatives from each region shall battle it out in fair contest to determine which region shall remain, and which shall be culled. Remember, there can only be one. The details of the tournament shall be forwarded to each region's chosen representatives over the course of the next six months. The Tournament shall begin in a year." With those words, we found ourselves right back where we'd been before we were kidnapped. What the fuck?

XXXXXX

After Oak had grilled me on whatever affiliation I had with Super Mewtwo, which was basically me assuring him that I didn't have any familiarity with the creature beyond that incident in the fight club, I'd come up here to think. The first subject on my mind was, of course, the Tournament of Power. Mewtwo separated Kanto and Johto, so that meant there was going to be some amount of debate as to who our four representatives would be. Oak was sure. No one would even challenge him. For Johto, Lance, Claire and Pryce were dead ringers for the positions. The elite four, hailing from all parts of Indigo were much harder to predict, however. Bruno and Agatha were Kanto natives through and through. With Lorelei being from the Islands. Mewtwo hadn't mentioned the Islands so I wondered whether they'd be included in with Kanto or Johto. I mean they were to the coasts of Kanto, but shared more in common, culturally, with Johto.

For Hoenn, it would probably be Wallace, Steven Stone and any two of the elite four. Maybe Drake, even. Sinnoh? The only one I was sure of was Cynthia and that dragonite of hers was a monster. That thing had fucked with Lance casually. Now that I thought it through, I wasn't so sure that I'd even be able to do anything in the tournament.

Oak, Lance, Steven, Wallace, and Cynthia. A tournament with five champion level trainers was going to be something else. I mean I still wanted a slot, don't get me wrong, but perhaps for the first time in my life, I began to doubt if I could actually do anything against the adversaries in front of me. Yes, I'd gotten to elite level in a bit longer than a year, but the gulf between elite and champion was large, and even among champions, there were grades. I didn;t expect any of the other champions to hold a candle to either Oak or Cynthia. Oak's team was aged, but they were experienced and tested. Cynthia's Garchomp had taken on all three of Lance's Dragonites at the same time. Enough said.

I was knocked out of my thoughts by someone appearing in my room in a burst of light. I nearly panicked, but the figure revealed itself to be Sabrina and I barely managed to keep from embarrassing myself. "I am sorry for disappearing, Donnell Oak." I just nodded at her, accepting her apology even if I didn't think it necessary. I'd been the one to pull that on her out of nowhere, after all.

"I spoke to Mother, and she has advised me to spend time on my own thinking about my feelings" She said as she walked forward and took a seat at the foot of my bed. It was good advice, but it made her presence here even more confusing.

"I still do not know what it is I feel, but I think we must put that to the side to deal with the important surprise sprung up on all of us today" I just nodded. No point thinking about feelings when the entire region might be kaput in a year. Oak told me the League was sending out search teams to verify Mewtwo's claims. I already knew what they'd find though. Super Mewtwo hadn't seemed like a liar, and he also didn't seem stupid enough to tell such an easily disproved lie. Perhaps feeling similarly, the Sinnoh attackers had called off their attack nearly instantly upon their return. They hadn't even bothered explaining their actions and had just disappeared from Blackthorne as quickly as they had appeared.

"I want to be one of those who represent Kanto. I know you do too. The thought of leaving my future in the hands of others just…" She trailed off there, but I could understand the feeling in her words. I wouldn't feel comfortable entrusting my life in the hands of others like that.

"Will you help me?" She asked with a look in her eyes that I could not, for the life of me, place. I just nodded and stood up before wrapping her in my arms.

"We'll work together and get stronger. They'd be idiots not to choose us."

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"Metagross needs to focus more on his steel typing, same with Gallade and his fighting type. Xatu aren't well known for being strong flyers but we still need to get as far as we can with that. Slowbro will have to do something about his inability to deal with tough conditions. I've never seen a water type get dehydrated so quickly. . You have a team of strong psychics right now, yes, but that is all they are." I summarised after I tested her and her team. Igneel and Kenpachi needed the opportunity to stretch their tails so it had been a win-win. Kenpachi's dark typing allowed him to run roughshod over half of Sabrina's team and Igneel's raw power allowed him to deal with the remaining half. With the exception of Alakazam, of course, He and Ino were working with Sabrina's last pokemon, Hypno.

Most of her team were recent captures after I advised that a team of three pokemon would be inadequate for nearly everything and she'd put out a bounty for rare psychic pokemon in Viridian. I wasn't sure that using League resources to have other trainers search for pokemon for your own team was the most ethical thing to do but it was effective and I couldn't really deny the results. Viridian was becoming more and more the ideal psychic type gym.

Sabrina nodded at me, a bit sad at the results but still enthusiastic. Don't worry, I didn't become a psychic that could interpret her moods over night. She just decided to share her emotions with me the same way I shared mine with her. The difference being that I merely gave her access, but she had to actively broadcast her thoughts and feelings into my mind before I could understand them. It was another advancement in the intimacy of our relationship, but thoughts like that had their own place and time. Neither of which was now in the Viridian City training hall.

"Okay, let's do something else now. Metagross come here" The psychic received a nod from Sabrina before teleporting over to me. "Your species are the most powerful psychics in the world, by a fair margin, but that's only on average. Ino and Alakazam can wipe the floor with you as a psychic at any time they want. Sabrina assures me that the only thing that can be done for your development is give you time to grow and advance on your own. Since that part of you is a dead end for now, we have to work on your steel typing. What do you think the essence of being a steel type is?" I asked at the end of my long speech to the powerful psychic.

The pokemon thought for a bit and sent a stream of images into my head and I nodded. "Steel is the most defensive of all the pokemon types. Completely immune to poison types, and weak to fire. That's the typing we need you to work on for now. First of all, we'll start with flash canon." The pokemon interrupted me with a series of memories of it using the move and I nodded.

"Yes, I know you can use it, but not very well clearly. You take too long to charge it and its power is nowhere near where it should be considering your power as a pokemon. So we'll use the move on repeat till its second nature and you have no difficulties calling up the steel type energy."

XXXXX

"So the Islands are gone" I noted to myself nonchalantly. I'd suspected it since Mewtwo had made no mention of them and the pokemon hadn't seemed like one that would make an oversight like that. Lorelei was literally the last of her people, and had retreated to the Plateau in mourning. No one had been able to contact her all month.

Speaking of elite trainers, I turned my eyes to the screen and started paying renewed attention to the news. Mewtwo had released information on the tournament to the public the day after kidnapping all of us, and the public had not been pleased. There was talk of Lance going to hunt down the psychic but the moment the images of what remained of the Islands had been circulated, even the most patriotic and aggressive citizens of Kanto had given up on that route. Mewtwo could toss around the kind of power that legendary pokemon had been known to, and he had little to no restraint when it came to using it. From there, the news had turned to theories on what trainers would be representing Kanto in the tournament. Oak had been the first choice, of course, and literally no one had contested him essentially appointing himself as the head of the tournament team. He'd asked all interested trainers with a minimum of eight badges to submit their names to him and he'd organise a tournament to determine those that would be chosen to represent Kanto in the tournament. Literally hundreds of trainers had submitted their names, and considering it to be a waste of time to entertain so many applicants, he'd disqualified everyone with more than a single badge from a minor gym from the contest. That was the first bit of controversy in the selection process. His reasoning was clear, but the fact that he'd disqualified hundreds of trainers from even getting the opportunity to represent their region hadn't gone over well with anyone. Things had gotten so bad that the president of the League, a native of Cerulean City had stepped in and overruled him. That had caused a massive argument, but at the end of the day, the proud Oak had bent his will and instead opened the tournament to all of them again. The first stage was going to be a series of One-on-One battles, with everyone bringing their strongest pokemon and competing in at least ten battles. A win was worth 10 points, a draw was worth five, and a loss was worth negative 5 (-5). To qualify for the next stage, a participant needed at least 80 points. So that meant that anyone with more than two losses had no chance of making it and anyone with too many draws also had no chance. The only real way to make it was to win.

Another bit of controversy had arisen when he'd asked even elite trainers like Bruno and Agatha to submit themselves to the tournament. The ghost mistress had been especially scathing in her criticism of the decision. The public had been divided on the matter, and once again the President had been forced to step in. This time, however, he was on Oak's side and his reasoning was simple. If the elite four are so good, then they would surely have no objections to proving themselves worthy of the slots. No one except for Samuel Oak who had ruled the entire Indigo League as Champion would have a guaranteed slot on the chosen four.

How has the tournament affected my life? Not very much. I had to spend some time journeying with Sabrina to get her last two badges but that had just been a massive holiday. One of the Johto gym leaders had been a bit more brutal than necessary and had tried to land a few killing shots on Sabrina's Alakazam with his ghost type pokemon but he'd been easily rebuffed. I couldn't even bring myself to be angry. Robbing another region of powerful pokemon was a viable strategy when what laid on the line was survival. Sabrina was obviously a powerful trainer and me moving around with her had probably caused some worry in the minds of the Johto citizens. I'd beaten who was arguably their second strongest citizen, after all.

Once Sabrina got the badges, she'd entered into the tournament, and now we sat in one of the League stadiums chosen for the qualifying rounds. It was being held in several places at once with each trainer being randomly assigned to their own testing area. It was supposedly random, but the fact that both Sabrina and I had been assigned here made me a bit suspicious. Oak was a massive gossip underneath the asshole exterior and seemed to be shipping our relationship with fangirl levels of obsession.

My first match was against a trainer with bright blue hair and blue eyes. Literally everything about him had been average with the exception of those features. The look on his face when I was announced as his first matchup almost made me laugh, but I wouldn't be that cruel. Oak's rules making a loss the most devastating outcome of any battle added stakes that wouldn't have been present in a regular tournament like this. Normally, one would just take the loss when paired up against an obviously stronger opponent, but a loss was death to any chances of qualification.

He sent out a particularly aggressive Aggron. The steel type started off roaring at me and brandishing its horns aggressively. I just gave its trainer a look and the boy blushed in embarrassment. I just smiled and debated sending out Kenpachi. My Pseudo-legendary had a bit of a grudge with the species and would teach this one the lesson of its life, but could I be that cruel? Our eyes met again, and I decided that no, I couldn't. The trainer across from me wasn't an asshole, so I'd resist the urge to be one. Gai took to the field with a flourish and I saw the man across from me breathe a sigh of relief. I guess Igneel would have been a worst case scenario for him. Broly must have been the best case scenario but Gai had to be the middle ground. Of course, that only made sense if you still thought in terms of type effectiveness, and at the higher levels, things like that started to matter less and less.

The board flashed and all the battles started in sync. The Aggron charged straight for Gai, but my dragon didn't even bother moving out of the way. He stood his ground and caught the charging steel type in his grip before tossing it over his shoulder. The feat of strength had the small audience we had gasping in shock. Gai waited for his opponent to get to its feet, and this time, he went on the attack. Moving too quickly for the Aggron to react, he lashed out with a punch straight to its skull that dented its thick armour and knocked out the armoured pokemon instantly. I returned him with a smile and made my way back to the bench. The difference between our respective strength levels meant there was virtually no chance of that battle lasting longer than a minute. Well, unless I ended up choosing Kenpachi. The ordinarily calm pokemon had begun to show a vicious streak as we tapped into his dark typing and would have been especially cruel to that Aggron. He still remembered the fate his mother had suffered, after all.

I was given a wide berth as I found my seat next to Sabrina. I didn't get to enjoy her company for very long as she was called for her own battle. Her opponent's choice of a Golbat to match up against her Hypno proved to be especially foolish when the psychic pokemon put its adversary to sleep in under a second. The battle started and the Golbat just fell to the floor, asleep. Sabrina's team was scary in their efficiency.

A/N; A/N; Thanks for reading, guys. We're officially fifty-one chapters in. Isn't that something? We are now officially in the last arc of this story. It's going to be a mammoth, so stay tuned.

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