It's Over, I'm Dead for Sure

Yan Yang now deeply understood the trouble of being forcibly "bound" to someone.

When they truly needed to move in secret, having a massive, even noisier "steam fortress" at his side made keeping a low profile nothing more than a fool's dream.

Volcanion's heavy footsteps and irritated, erupting roars echoed through the metal corridors. It was impossible not to draw attention.

All he could say was that, before leaving, Mewtwo seemed to have used his powers to temporarily clear out the guards in the surrounding area, buying them a brief window. Otherwise, they would probably have been surrounded the moment they stepped outside.

The constant low rumble beneath his feet and the faint trembling made it abundantly clear that they were inside an airship, one traveling at full speed.

"Those bastards are probably busy fiddling with their scrap metal right now. They don't have time to care about little movements like ours." Volcanion clanked forward as he analyzed in a deep voice, trying to justify the noise he was making. "Perfect. Let me stretch my muscles!"

Besides, they were not thieves, so why should they sneak around? They would simply move forward openly.

Yan Yang sighed helplessly.

Wait, he had been so busy running that he had not found his other companions yet!

He had not felt it when he was locked up with Volcanion before, but now he realized he was practically fighting alone.

At the moment, the only one he seemed able to rely on was this disobedient, hot-tempered, sharp-tongued... Mythical Pokémon whose heart might or might not be soft.

He did not dare suggest something like, "Should you get inside a Poké Ball temporarily so we can move more easily?" in front of Volcanion.

He could already picture the scene—

"**You little bastard! So you really have