Support Arrives: A Declaration of War on the Kabukicho Elite Four!

Shadows spread across the ground, gradually covering the ruins Palkia had left behind. Cyrus slowly lowered his hand and stared into the distance without expression.

Dawn and Cynthia turned toward the voice. A man in a cap and black jacket was strolling toward them, hands in his pockets and a sly grin on his face.

His long blond hair was tied in a low ponytail, and his handsome features bore a striking resemblance to Cynthia's. His bangs even covered his right eye as hers did, but their demeanors could not have been more different!

He stopped, pulled a hand from his pocket, and tipped up the brim of his cap. "Why do you all have to make everything so complicated? Guess your big brother will have to lend a hand. It's far too noisy here, so I came to help!"

"You're—!"

Cynthia and Dawn stared at his face in shock, looking for an instant as though they had seen a ghost. Cynthia quickly recovered and regarded him warily. "Volo! What are you trying to meddle in this time?"

"Hey, is that any way to talk to an elder? We haven't seen each other in years. Shouldn't you greet me properly? New Year's almost here, too. Maybe I could scrape together my secret savings and give you a big five-hundred-yuan red envelope~"

"..."

Volo held up five fingers and smiled at her like a friendly older brother. Cynthia bit her lip. He was teasing her again.

Dawn looked even more despairing. "Why is this guy still alive? Didn't Akari give him a taste of her Iron Fist? Or is he from another world too? No! Are we really all going to get wiped out today?"

"Quiet, little girl!"

"Yes, yes..."

Dawn fell silent at once. Satisfied, Volo nodded, then looked ahead,