Pokémon the Movie: The Journey of a Slate

"What... is that?"

“Is this still a tsunami?”

"Are you kidding..."

A noisy sound was heard behind him. Dakodo turned his head slightly and looked in the direction of the sound. He saw many people running out of the cabin, looking at the huge waves in the distance with fear on their faces. The most unacceptable thing was that the height of the waves seemed to be still rising rapidly and approaching this side rapidly.

The combination of boundless darkness, mountain-like waves, and the confluence of rain and sea aroused the fear of the ocean and the unknown hidden in human instinct.

"How to do how to do!"

"Damn it! I shouldn't have come out if I had known..."

"..."

Some people covered their faces and cried, some people collapsed and ran back to the cabin to find their families, and some people called out their flying Pokémon, as if trying to escape, but most of the Pokémon collapsed to the ground as soon as they came out, it was a primitive and instinctive fear. The people who were closer to the front also noticed Darko and Sidolan.

"Everyone, please listen to me!" Dakduo stood up and shouted. At this moment, he no longer cared about being nervous or hesitant, because this concerned the lives of thousands or even tens of thousands of people.

Even though the sound of rain covered it, Dakduo's voice still reached the ears of many people. The scene became quiet for a moment and no one spoke anymore because they had recognized who had just shouted.

Darko, an idol in the eyes of countless card players, a rising star in Sinnoh, a fighting genius rarely seen in thousands of years, and one of the strong contenders for the next Sinnoh champion.

Everyone waited quietly, waiting for Dakdo's next words, which in their eyes was tantamount to hope of life.

"There is no land around the cruise ship. To reach the nearest Binhai City, you have to fly at the speed of sound for more than 20 hours without stopping. Even if your flying Pokémon can take off smoothly, they can't withstand long-term high-intensity flight... We have no way out!"

Dakodo spoke again, but the meaning of his words extinguished the last hope in everyone's hearts, and for a moment the voices became noisy again.

"If we stay here, we'll die. If we run away, we'll die too. So what the hell are we going to do?!"

"No, I want to live... My daughter is waiting for me at home..."

"Quiet!" Dakodo's roar came again. The unparalleled momentum and the toughness in his words forced everyone to shut up.

Dakoto looked around with a sharp gaze, and his momentum reached an unprecedented peak. "Since we have no way out, why don't you try to resist with me? Think about your family, think about your beloved things, do you have the heart to let them cry for you, or be buried in the sea with you?"

After a pause, Dakduo took a deep breath and continued, "Red and Green were able to do it back then. With so many of us here, there might not be no chance at all!"

"Now, please release your elves, for your families and for yourselves." The last hoarse voice fell, and the air fell silent for a moment. Dakdo gasped for breath, staring at the hundreds of people in front of him.

The silence was completely broken only when a dozen trainers with Poké Balls on their waists walked towards the front of the deck.

"Come out, Charizard, use your jet of fire!"

"Duck-billed Fire Beast, use Sunny Day!"

"Please, Pidgeot, Mega Evolution, Storm!"

"..."

One voice after another rang out, and the elves were either hovering in the air or standing on the deck, using their skills without reservation.

Their actions ignited the fire in the hearts of more trainers. Yes, since there is no way out, why not give it another try? Since Darko, a champion trainer, is willing to stay here and face it together with them, then what reason do they have to retreat?

More and more elves appeared on the field, until they formed a spectacular high wall, and flew together towards the direction where the waves were coming from.

Darko watched the scene quietly, then he let out a long sigh. He silently stroked a Poké Ball on his waist, where Garchomp was quietly staying as the last insurance.

Darko understood that if he released Garchomp as well, leaving himself no way out, Darkrai and Latios would rush back without hesitation and take him away. They would not allow Darko to fall into danger.

These two guys are different from Sidolan. Firesteelmon is like a loyal guard, who will execute all the orders issued by Darko without hesitation, without any thoughts of his own. Darkrai and Latios are relatively more subjective. They will consider and judge the pros and cons afterwards, and they will not follow all of Darko's ideas.

[Six hundred meters...] At this time, Latios' voice suddenly came, and his voice was very calm. At this moment, as a Psychic Pokémon, his reason prevailed. [The height of the wave has reached six hundred meters. It is impossible for us to stop it.]

Darkrai looked at the flying Pokémon that rushed over and said, "Without the legendary combat power, any action will be a drop in the bucket... Darko, we should go."

Dako opened his mouth and looked at the tsunami that showed no sign of stopping, his mind in a mess.

[At least they didn't die in despair, right?] Latios began to persuade, [You have done everything you could.]

The raging pillar of fire gradually became smaller until it slowly dissipated. At this time, Sidoran didn't even have the strength to stand. Darko silently took Him back and looked at the Poké Ball in his hand in silence.

"Mr. Dakota."

A shout attracted Dakodo's attention. He turned his head and saw that the person talking to him was a middle-aged man with a gentle smile on his face.

Dakoto tilted his head slightly to indicate that he was listening.

"Mr. Dakoto must have a backup plan, right?" the man asked, and before Dakoto could answer, he continued, "If so, please leave here. In fact, we all know that we cannot stop this tsunami by ourselves."

"...There must still be a chance." Dakodo's voice trembled, although even he himself did not quite believe it.

“Haha…” The man laughed bitterly, but his eyes were still full of determination. “You are different from us, Mr. Darko. You are a rare genius in Sinnoh. You are the rising sun. You should not be buried here.”

"Leave." Another trainer standing nearby said, "The future strong man can't fall here for no reason."

"That's enough..." Dakoto took a few steps back, his fists clenched, "Wait a little longer, wait a little longer, okay?"

Darko understood that if he left, Latios and Darkrai would definitely not stay long.

Seeing him like this, the middle-aged uncle who spoke first had a complicated look in his eyes. "Every champion is ready to make sacrifices when he ascends to the throne." He was skeptical about this sentence at first, until now, when he met Dakdo, this sentence suddenly became clear in his mind.

"If he can leave here, he will definitely become a qualified champion..." the man muttered to himself.