With Lugia

He had been whisked away, and surprisingly... it felt pretty good.

Yan Yang lay sprawled across Lugia's broad, streamlined back. The air rushing toward him was gently parted by an invisible force, leaving none of the biting chill of high-speed flight.

Riding Ho-Oh would have felt a little strange.

But riding Lugia now, despite it being a supreme Legendary Pokémon, felt completely different—freer, more relaxed, even carrying that tiny, reckless thrill of successfully skipping class.

Yeah, it had to be because this "Sea God" lacked any real sense of majesty.

Yan Yang nodded to himself, having found an explanation for his feelings.

Come to think of it, there were scenes in the anime of people lying on Lugia's back as it soared through the sky, but who had ever seen someone boldly riding on Ho-Oh's back? Just imagining it felt disrespectful.

"Hehe~ You brat, what have you been muttering about me in that little head of yours?" Lugia's amused psychic voice entered Yan Yang's mind directly, startling him.

Crap! He had forgotten about that! Sharp senses were standard for Legendary Pokémon, and Lugia was Psychic Type too! His inner complaints had been caught by the very person he was complaining about!

"Uh... Great Sea God," Yan Yang hurriedly searched for something to say, trying to change the subject. "I was just wondering... why aren't you Water-type?"

The moment he asked, he regretted it a little. It sounded like he was nitpicking.

Everyone knew that Lugia was Flying-type and Psychic Type.

A legend that ruled the seas and slept in the deep ocean, yet did not possess the Water type itself—it really was a little... counterintuitive.

How could a Pokémon that was not Water-type become the guardian deity of the ocean?

"Hm?" Lugia's psychic presence rose, carrying obvious amusement. "You got