Pokémon: Wings Of Shadow

'This Unown A... really isn't easy to fool.'

Shiro's expression darkened as he began to imagine handing the two Pokémon over to Rose, and earning a powerful pseudo-legendary in return. Then he pictured these two Unown being locked away in some pitch-black container, subjected to brutal experiments every day, unable to sleep or rest…

'No! Please don't!' Unown G was so scared it suddenly became much more fluent, hurriedly pleading. 'I agree—!'

'Impossible! Absolutely not!' Unown A twisted in a panic and yanked G back with one of its legs. But G looked like it had made up its mind and kept shaking its head. 'No... it's too scary... we might as well agree to this human…'

Seeing this, Shiro let out a quiet laugh.

These two creatures could read his thoughts anytime, and they knew what would happen if they said no. He wasn't sure if the whole "brutal experiments, no sleep" part was true, but it definitely wouldn't be better than being stuck in a tiny black box like now.

So maybe following him really was the better option. Who knows, maybe his lifespan was short. At most, he'd live a few decades.

'There's no way you're only going to live that long…' Unown A had been worn down by its companion and now sounded defeated. 'You have Zamazenta's power. And... your soul has a problem. It doesn't seem like you're from this world.'

Shiro recalled what Zacian and Zamazenta had said the first time he met them. They'd also mentione something about his soul being different, like it came from another place…

If both legendary Pokémon and Unown could see his true identity, then what about Arceus? He must know he came from another world too, right?

Maybe the entire transmigration thing was orchestrated by Him in the first place…

Shiro guessed silently, still unsure.

After all, when he first arrived here, he didn't have any cheats, no blessings, no special powers. Does this even count as a proper isekai?

No buffs. Just here to pick up garbage in the Pokémon world?

Arceus really was stingy. If he ever got the chance, he'd definitely ask face to face one day.

'Don't slander Him!' Unown A shouted. 'And don't speak His name out loud! He might hear you!'

"He's that powerful?" Even though he said that, Shiro actually believed it. Arceus was the creator god. Although He often has problems, His basic strength... probably level 100?

One thought from Him could probably link to countless parallel worlds.

As Shiro drifted deeper into thought, Unown A raised its voice again.

'Lifespans are vague. Just give us a concrete number!'

Shiro pondered for a moment.

"How about... twenty years?"

'Two!' A countered.

"Fifteen?"

'Five at most!'

Unown A yelled, and Shiro immediately agreed.

"Alright, five years it is."

He figured five years was just about right. With enough resources, training Pokémon could go fast. If he lived that long... five years from now, he should at least be at Elite-level, strong enough to take control of his own fate.

With two Psychic-type Unown on his team, even if he turned against Rose, he could escape with Teleport. Maybe he could leave Galar altogether and head to Kanto or Hoenn...

Unown A saw how fast Shiro agreed and started to feel a bit of regret. But Unown G was already restless, shaking nonstop and eager to get out.

The box was so small they couldn't even roll over. It had driven the two of them nearly mad.

'Human!' Unown A's body began to glow with a faint pink light, which soon entered Shiro's body.

Startled, he instinctively tried to dodge, but once the psychic energy made contact and formed a link, he understood its purpose.

"A contract made with psychic power?" He muttered as a soft pink glow appeared in his eyes, the same glow that shimmered faintly from Unown A's body.

A looked a little tired and replied weakly, 'That's right... you should be able to sense the bond from the psychic contract now... hurry up and let us out.'

After fully accepting and connecting with this psychic power, Shiro could indeed feel the link between himself and the two Unown. No matter how far apart they were, he could sense the presence and location of A and G.

"Amazing..." he said, pressing firmly on the latch at the edge of the confinement box. With a crisp snap, the strange material popped open.

The two jet-black Unown flew out instantly. Under the curious eyes of the other Pokémon, they circled around the group. Dreepy and Drakloak, intrigued, started to float after them.

'Ahh~ the air of freedom~' Unown A cheered, then floated to Shiro's side. Its two diagonal legs just barely balanced on his shoulder, while Unown G hovered nearby.

"Haaaun?"

Haunter, who had been watching them all this time, couldn't hold back anymore. It floated up to Unown A and suddenly clapped its two purple-black hands toward it. But A's body flickered and easily dodged the surprise attack.

"Haaun..."

The Ghost-type waved its hands in disbelief and then tried to grab Unown G instead. But it had already seen that coming. With a light jump, it also dodged out of reach.

As Haunter floated there in confusion, Unown A spoke in a tone that carried unexpected authority despite its small frame.

'Stop messing around. We know exactly what you're thinking.'

It raised one of its bottom limbs and bent it to point at the Ghost-type. The sight made Haunter throw up its hands and retreat, flying straight to the silent Bewear sitting still at the edge of the group.

Since the bear rarely spoke and always looked like a giant, lifeless doll, it was often overlooked. Only Haunter, who was close with it, would willingly float over to its side.

Shiro looked at the Unown around him and focused his energy, trying to sense more about them. But all he received was a haze of confusion.

His info panel, which was created from his own perception, showed absolutely nothing—because there was nothing to perceive.

'Human, don't waste your time on things like that…' Unown A said before abruptly disappearing from view. But Shiro could still sense clearly that it was right beside him.

'Someone's coming…' Unown G's voice was quiet, but he heard it loud and clear.

Shiro looked around with doubt, scanning the lakeside, but saw no one.

Corviknight and Drakloak seemed calm as ever. Neither of them had sensed anything unusual.

'They're about a kilometer away…' Unown A added. 'And they're coming for you.'

'A kilometer away?'

Shiro asked at once, "Which direction?"

'Southeast!' Unown G answered this time.

He turned sharply to look that way. Then he glanced at the still-unpacked tents and equipment around him. Deciding not to risk it, he returned his Pokémon to their balls and called out, "Corviknight!"

He leapt onto it back, and the steel bird rose quickly into the sky.

If this were just some random person who accidentally wandered here after exiting the Dynamax Den, he wouldn't worry too much. But they were specifically looking for him...

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