"...Uh... Want something to eat?" Heath admitted that seeing Dialga had sent a ripple of panic through him. It was like falling in love with a girl, only to accidentally run into her father while being lovey-dovey with her shortly after they had made their relationship official.
Dialga gave Heath a long look. The air around him was heavy, and even Zoroark behaved much better, huddling obediently in a corner and trembling. The oppressive aura of a Legendary Pokémon was truly terrifying, especially to other Pokémon. That was also why other Pokémon often did not dare attack when a Legendary appeared: the pressure they exerted was simply too strong.
Yet some strange thoughts crossed Heath's mind at that moment. As Heath understood it, Legendary Pokémon in his previous life had an Ability called Pressure. The artificial Legendary Mewtwo, for instance, possessed this Ability, which increased an opponent's stamina consumption. But now Heath wondered whether it was possible that Legendary Pokémon's Ability was not actually Pressure.
Could this so-called Pressure simply be the pressure a Legendary's aura exerted on other Pokémon, while Legendary Pokémon actually possessed other Abilities that humans had yet to discover?
Heath shook his head sharply, cast those thoughts aside, and looked cautiously at Dialga while quietly moving the seasoning jar in his hand a little farther behind him.
Dialga's eyes stayed fixed on the seasoning jar in Heath's hand. Then he raised his head to look at Heath, a meaningful expression appearing on his face. His fists were clenched tight, and bulging veins were visible on his neck, as though he were furious beyond measure.
"What are you going to make?" After holding it in for ages, Dialga finally spoke. His voice was as pleasant as ever, deep and resonant like a subwoofer, with a very magnetic