Pokémon the Movie: The Journey of a Slate

"Rumble--"

Thunder roared, and lightning illuminated the upper layer of the huge wave, which was now less than a hundred meters away from the cruise ship. The terrifying sense of oppression swept over, causing some trainers standing on the deck to stand there in a daze, and even their lips trembled slightly because of fear. They didn't even care about their clothes being soaked by rain and sea water, and just stared blankly at the tsunami wave that could almost cover them.

"Is this all we can do..."

On the deck without any light, someone was trembling and muttering to himself, expressing the thoughts of countless people: Is this really the disaster they can face?

The thing called hope was almost shattered, but at this moment, the people on the cruise ship did not have the initial despair and hesitation. They took back their spirits and returned to their families, preparing to welcome the arrival of death with an almost calm heart.

In any case, they have tried and struggled, and at least they have shown their pride as human beings in front of nature.

At this time, Latios had returned to Darko's side, but he did not immediately move to pull the young man away, because Latios understood that perhaps he should let the other party stay on the cruise ship for a while longer.

Dakdo was staring at the dark sky in a daze. He looked around at the people around him. Even though it was so dark that he couldn't even see the faces of people five meters away, it didn't prevent Dakdo from seeing countless people hugging each other. The relationship between them might be that of the closest relatives, lovers who had just confirmed their relationship, or close friends with similar interests... But no matter what, this beauty would be shattered in front of Dakdo.

Dakodo squatted down in pain, covering his head tightly with his hands, as if time would stop passing if he did this.

So what if he was a champion trainer? So what if he was a once-in-a-century genius? Darko still couldn't reverse the situation that was almost certain to end.

"I can't do anything..." Dakodo's voice trembled, and he even sobbed a little. He helplessly took out his mobile phone, which had already been cracked by raindrops, and looked at the screen in confusion, which could not be opened no matter what he did.

The broken screen vaguely reflected Dakodo's face. Inexplicably, the figure of a black-haired boy suddenly appeared in Dakodo's mind. His obsidian eyes shone like the sun, as if he could guide others at any time.

"If he were here, he would definitely do better than me..." Was Darko scared? Perhaps he was indeed scared. He recalled his helpless childhood and thought of himself who was powerless.

Darkrai raised his hands, but still couldn't speak.

"No..." Darko raised his head suddenly, he recalled every moment he spent with Aislo, and pulled himself out of the shadows. The young man would not approve of him being so depressed, he needed to cheer up again, no matter what, try his best to keep more people alive.

Just as Dakodo was about to take action, an inexplicable blue light suddenly appeared, as if illuminating the entire world and even suppressing the light of the waves. This made countless people, including Dakodo, look up despite the stinging pain in their eyes caused by the sudden light.

"Woo——"

An ethereal and melodious voice sounded, and the cry seemed to come from the endless deep sea, like dozens of whales chanting whale songs together, sacred, friendly, yet mixed with a hint of majesty.

The next moment, although there was no sound of water, the white figure emerged from the sea just like that, without causing any ripples like a dream, as if even the sea water was retreating.

The huge sacred figure flew in front of the cruise ship, allowing everyone to see His heroic figure clearly.

The holy white depicts His streamlined body, with only the belly remaining the light blue symbolizing the ocean. There is a mask-like visor around the eyes, and under the long and thin neck are dark blue flaky protrusions dotted on the back and the tip of the tail.

This is the being revered by the world as the God of the Sea, the legendary god - the god of monsoons and ocean currents, Lugia.

"Woo——"

There was another long and vast chant, and the dark clouds in the sky retreated in an instant, revealing the originally bright blue sky. The dazzling sunshine sprinkled down, spreading the light of hope; the sound of water roared, and the tsunami seemed to be suspended there as if it was cast into a spell, and the next moment, the surging waves retreated quickly as if in fear, without even the slightest wave left; the remaining huge raindrops were broken by the invisible airflow, turning into continuous drizzle, nourishing people's fragile hearts.

"We... survived?" Someone murmured in disbelief, the voice trembling as if crying. It was not until tiny raindrops fell on her body that she suddenly realized - she was still alive.

"Wow, wow, wow..." For a moment, cries came one after another. These cries were an expression of the catharsis after surviving the calamity, as well as the reluctance and attachment to the world.

"Woo——"

Lugia looked at the scene tenderly, then uttered a soft moan, and a sacred light was sprinkled down, as if it could soothe people's fragile hearts.

In the light, the sacred white bird looked at Dakodo who was staggering to his feet, and nodded slowly. A small spot of light flew out from its body and floated in front of Dakodo.

Dakodo subconsciously reached out to take it, and when the light faded, he finally saw the true face of the thing - a feather shining with silver light.

When Dakota raised his head again, Lugia had already flown away until it disappeared in the beautiful rainbow.

……

Holding the silver feather in his hand, Dakodo staggered off the cruise ship and stepped onto the land of Binhai City again.

The feeling of being grounded made the gray-haired young man, who had not yet reacted, feel as if he were in another world. His heart beat very fast. This was the real throbbing of life.

"Thank you..." Dakodo suddenly closed his eyes and raised his head. He was grateful for the gift of life and the redemption that came from his heart.

The silver feather flashed with an inexplicable light, which was the recognition from the gods and the symbol of Dakodo's courage.

……

"I'm so sorry, the clue about your sister is lost again." Dakdo, who was sitting casually on a bench by the roadside, scratched his messy long hair, and there was apology in his words.

[As long as we are still alive, we will find clues about her sooner or later.] Latios' words were softer than ever before. The scenes he just experienced seemed to remind him of the past, when he was injured on that lonely island and established a lifelong or even eternal friendship with that brave but self-abased gray-haired boy.