I... had never really been an outstanding Pokémon.
The wisdom Yan Yang and the other Pokémon who knew me admired, the abilities they envied, were merely experience I had accumulated bit by bit over countless years.
Three thousand years... who could live to such an age?
Perhaps I was not all that remarkable. Maybe if another Pokémon found itself in my circumstances, it might display even greater strength.
Of course, I naturally hoped no one would ever be like me.
Enough. It was time to go.
This world had long since ceased to welcome me, and I myself... truly did not want to live any longer.
The beginning of it all dated back to that brutal war three thousand years ago.
Back then, the relationship between humans and some wild Pokémon was far from harmonious—after all, some Pokémon had already been tamed by humans and become their partners.
To most Pokémon at the time, this was infuriating, an act of betrayal.
As independent, free individuals, why would they betray their own kind and throw themselves into humanity's embrace? Weren't humans our greatest enemies?
Combined with humanity's recent actions and the fear that more Pokémon would go astray, the Pokémon naturally had to launch a great counterattack.
At the very least, we could not allow those humans to brainwash and control any more of our companions.
Perhaps the war began with mutual misunderstanding.
Returning to the war itself, humanity's wisdom did indeed win them many advantages, but my talent for command was no less formidable.
As one of the Pokémon faction's leaders, I used my innate intelligence to lead the Pokémon who followed me in maneuvering against and fighting humans.
At the time, I disdained communicating with humans too much. I only wanted to stop their ever-expanding territory and protect the