Phoenix

Scorching flames engulfed all of Mt. Moon and the surrounding skies almost instantly.

Even the Three Legendary Pokemon, who had been fighting with great enthusiasm, tacitly stopped at the same time and retreated away from the flames.

They could feel it.

The power contained within those flames was enough to injure them.

For a Pokemon with only Quasi-Champion Level strength to achieve this was nothing short of incredible.

"Mew—"

Mew adorably wrinkled its tiny nose.

That big red bird's flames were still as hot as ever, making this Pokemon, which had spent its life in cool, shaded places, extremely uncomfortable.

The two Mewtwo were somewhat bewildered.

Having been born not too long ago, they lacked knowledge of many Legendary Pokemon.

Cerulean Mewtwo was better off.

It had nested in Cerulean Cave for so many years.

Although it spent most of its time sleeping, it could occasionally sense unusual auras coming from the skies above or the nearby sea.

Those two auras were no weaker than it was—perhaps even somewhat stronger.

What it was more curious about was how that human's Pokemon had mastered such powerful strength.

It clearly had not noticed it during their previous two encounters.

Oh, right. That Pidgeot had not appeared before its eyes during those two previous encounters either.

And even if it had seen it, it might not have recognized it without the use of that power.

Team Rocket Mewtwo, meanwhile, was completely clueless.

As a very pure "battle machine" created solely to obtain victory.

Giovanni would never explain to it what Legendary Pokemon existed in the world.

He would only order it to kill them when it encountered them, then claim them for himself.

So it did not know Ho-Oh's signature ability at all.

Team Rocket Mewtwo now felt like the clown humans often