After a hair-raising ride that had left his soul struggling to catch up with his body, Mingyou knelt on the ground, looking miserable. He wanted to throw up but couldn't. He even had the strange feeling that his soul still hadn't caught up.
"Even if Draco Meteor blasts me into the sky today, even if Electro Drift runs me over... I'm never riding Miraidon again! Never!"
He clenched his fists and forced himself to his feet. Better a quick end than a drawn-out ordeal. If this was how he had to suffer, Miraidon might as well finish him off.
Meloetta, on the other hand, had thoroughly enjoyed herself. After her first high-speed ride, the delicate "young lady" had let go of all her reservations. There was no trace of fear for the Purple Motorcycle left in her emerald-green eyes.
"Melo~"
"Miller~"
Seeing Meloetta smile instead of shrinking away from it made Miraidon happy, too.
Mingyou stood and watched the two Pokémon interact nearby. He beckoned Meloetta over to his side, then turned to Miraidon.
At this point, he had no way to escape it. But as he thought back over their previous encounters, he began to piece together what had happened.
The first time had been in the Network World. Koraidon's appearance had made Miraidon think its territory was under attack, and the two had fought. Back then, Miraidon had shown the coldness and cruelty one might expect of a Future Paradox Pokémon.
The second time, though, Miraidon had slipped through the network into his Rotom Phone, followed him all the way to the Manor, and settled in at the Video Game Store. Showing up every day as a little "Easter egg," it had livened up the entire Manor.
And now came the third time...
Miraidon's personality seemed to have