Hero of Black and White

[What are ideals, in your words?]

That tone again.

Listening to the voice that had surfaced in his mind, Xia Yan felt a little speechless.

Still.

Zekrom's sudden appearance caught Xia Yan somewhat off guard.

He had already given up hope on Zekrom.

After all, he had been serious about what he had done to the Dark Stone back then.

Even though Reshiram had repeatedly stressed that he possessed the qualifications to become the Hero of Ideals.

Looking at Zekrom's figure, faintly visible in the darkness, still as fine winding threads yet swift as a raging torrent and crashing thunder when it moved, Xia Yan gradually calmed down.

Though he had previously thought that if he faced Zekrom, he could talk circles around it until it lost its bearings.

Only when he truly faced Zekrom did he realize that was nothing but a joke.

The currents flowing through this mental world were no mere decoration.

He had no doubt that if he tried to fool Zekrom, it would not mind reducing him to ashes.

Pressing his lips together, he lowered his head and sank into thought.

Zekrom did not urge him, merely waiting silently in the darkness.

Its crimson eyes rested on Xia Yan.

After quite a while.

Xia Yan slowly raised his head and met Zekrom's gaze. Noticing the Spark flickering in its eyes, he showed no hint of retreat.

"Ideals are probably my direction."

As he spoke, a smile actually appeared on Xia Yan's face.

[Hm?]

Xia Yan's words stunned Zekrom for a moment.

It had heard countless people speak of their ideals.

Some wished to stand above others, some wished to become great Pokémon Masters, and some wanted vast amounts of money. But ideals being one's direction was indeed something it had never heard before.

With the