A Hug

Kanto Region sea.

Monsoon winds churned across the fog-shrouded sea.

Lugia's arrival undoubtedly dealt a heavy blow to the Tentacruel colony that had been so arrogant moments ago.

That pressure stemming from a higher level of life made most of the Tentacool instinctively reveal fearful expressions.

Even the Giant Tentacruel looked at Lugia with hesitation and wariness in its eyes.

It was indeed a reckless hothead, and it had even wanted to try picking a fight with the Giant Dragonite.

After all, ever since it had evolved and mutated into this size, the entire Tentacruel colony in these waters had known no rivals.

Even those humans who had always been so domineering had, after that incident, merely sent people to reach a peace treaty of mutual non-aggression with them.

Getting conceited was only natural, but Lugia's sudden intervention was another matter entirely.

At the very least, the Giant Tentacruel, accustomed as it was to throwing its weight around, did not dare rashly launch a direct attack on Lugia.

In truth, Lugia was rather helpless right now.

It, the dignified Sea God, had to come mediate a conflict between Pokémon. If word got out, who knew how Ho-Oh would mock it.

But there was nothing else to be done.

During the time it had spent wandering around the Hoenn Sea with the Giant Dragonite, it had come to understand some of the loneliness the other had endured.

That was precisely why Lugia had chosen to step in.

Even though Lugia was not particularly sensitive to so-called loneliness, perhaps even somewhat oblivious to it, it still wanted to prevent a conflict between them.

After all, if they really started fighting, it would be difficult to become friends and get along afterward.

It was not like its own three rebellious children, who gave