After driving off the Iron Jugulis that had attacked them, the Brave Olivine encountered no more trouble. Mingyou sat on the Wing Deck, eating the snacks Liko had brought him and waiting around in boredom.
"These enemies are kind of underwhelming..."
Of course, not being attacked was best. But after so many attacks and schemes from Team Rocket, Mingyou wasn't used to enemies being this cautious.
Besides, the attack on the Brave Olivine meant the enemy could see everything they were doing. Yet despite holding that advantage, they hadn't attacked again. That was unusual.
Just then, the ship stopped.
Mingyou sprang to his feet and looked around, thinking an enemy he hadn't spotted was attacking. Only when Friede made an announcement over the ship's speakers did he learn that turbulence ahead had made it impossible to continue.
"Turbulence?"
He looked ahead in confusion, but fog still shrouded everything. Then it began to thin, and at last he could see what lay beyond it.
Mingyou and the crew alike were stunned by the Space-Time Vortex before them. It felt as though they had stumbled upon the truth behind something unknown—especially with the Team Galactic Ship sailing through the vortex.
"A... a spaceship! Are aliens attacking?"
Mingyou had never seen anything like it. Compared with that spaceship, the Brave Olivine looked like a child's toy. There was no comparison.
In the Helm, Friede felt defeated for the first time in his life. Beside that spaceship, the Brave Olivine he took such pride in looked as though it would shatter at a touch—and even that was flattering it.
They were like primitive people meeting an advanced civilization, stunned by the vast gulf between them.
Once the Team Galactic Ship came to a slow stop, Friede received an invitation from it. He froze, and