The vast sea stretched as far as the eye could see.
The bare reddish-brown Volcano Island stood out conspicuously.
With nothing better to do, Groudon sat at the island's edge, idly swishing its tail.
Every so often, it would glare viciously at the curious Corsola that wanted to come ashore for a look.
The pressure belonging to the God of Earth spread outward, instantly scaring them out of their wits. With a splash, they dove into the water and scattered in all directions.
Seeing this, Groudon let out a disdainful snort.
Heh. It did not even need to lift a claw. These little things had already been intimidated by the majesty of the God of Earth and respectfully left its Volcano Island on their own.
Looking at it this way, Kyogre was doing a pretty lousy job as the Sea God.
Even the "citizens" in its territory revered it like a deity.
Having thoroughly pleased itself with its own imagination, Groudon became even more excited. Even the volcano at the center of Volcano Island began belching smoke one plume after another, as though it might erupt at any moment.
Perhaps this was what they called a spiritual victory.
But after that mental high came a period of emptiness.
Ever since Groudon gained consciousness, it had been fighting Kyogre to the death. When they ran out of energy, they would each find a place to curl up and sleep. Once they woke, they would continue fighting. Occasionally, flying Caterpie would ambush it with sinister, cunning methods and force it into premature slumber.
This was the first time it had been able to move freely in the outside world. With no annoying Kyogre bothering it and no flying Caterpie showing up to beat it down, Groudon was genuinely unaccustomed to it.
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