"Mew, mew, mew!"
Feeling that it had been looked down upon, Mew puffed out its cheeks and angrily pounded Cycloze with its tiny fists—
Unfortunately, a Mew weakened to Elite Four Level was not much different from someone incapable of trussing up a chicken.
Against Cycloze's battle-hardened Class One Legendary body, those punches were not even enough to count as a scratch.
Seeing that it truly could not break through Cycloze's defenses, while Cycloze looked at it with an expression of Taunt.
Mew's little mouth quivered, and its huge eyes instantly filled with tears.
The past and the present were completely different, okay?
Back then, it had only just mastered Perfect Transformation, which was why it had dared to venture outside and have some fun.
Yet the moment it left the mountains, it ran into a war between humans.
While transformed into a Pidgeotto, it had nearly been grazed by a Hyper Beam fired by a Pokémon restrained with some strange steel apparatus. Its strength had already begun to weaken at the time, and it had been scared out of its wits.
Instinctively, Mew randomly transformed into one of the somewhat stronger Pokémon from its inherited memories. Taking advantage of everyone being intimidated by its paper-tiger appearance and aura, it hurriedly fled.
Besides, it had never interacted with those humans and Pokémon up close. Wasn't it only natural that it would be frightened by the atmosphere around Lucario and the others!?
After carefully listening to Mew's defense, Su Hao fell silent.
Mew was not like the Mew of the Pokémon world, some seasoned old creature that had lived for at least hundreds of millions of years. It was understandable that it would be afraid.
It was just that... from Mew's perspective, the Dragon God legend of the German Alliance and