Catch Feelings, Not Just Pokemon

"Necrozma…? What's that?"

Everyone stared blankly.

Neither Proton, nor Larry, nor even Nemona had heard of that name before.

To progress further on the path of becoming a Trainer, you had to "know yourself and your enemy."

Otherwise, you'd end up battling on instinct—sending Fire, Grass, Water, or Electric types against Dragons, or worse, sending Electric types against Ground Pokémon.

Might as well forfeit the match from the start…

As elite Trainers, the three naturally had a broad knowledge of Pokémon, including species exclusive to other regions.

But Necrozma? That was a new one.

In this world, Legendary and Mythical Pokémon were still wrapped in layers of mystery—especially those first-tier Legendaries that were not only powerful and eternal but also impossibly beautiful. Documentation on them was even scarcer.

Still, everyone knew one basic rule: Pokémon with weird-sounding names were usually trouble—especially those with long, unintelligible names. Nine times out of ten, they were Legendaries or Mythicals.

As the saying goes: "Aggron—when it aggros, it aggros hard."

So was Necrozma just another Aggron-type situation?

No. Absolutely not!

A flash of light burst from the commemorative Poké Ball in Haru's hand. But then, that light quickly collapsed inward—reshaping itself into a humanoid figure.

"Who dares threaten my master? I shall end their life."

The speaker was a girl.

She had flowing black hair like a silken waterfall, draping softly over her shoulders, swaying gently with the wind like the finest satin.

As your gaze moved downward, you'd notice her eyebrows shaped like crescent moons over distant hills—slender and gentle. Her eyes sparkled with the deep wisdom of an ancient well, yet still held the lively gleam of a young girl.

But for some reason, Haru couldn't shake the bizarre sense of déjà vu as he looked at her—especially when he noticed the school uniform she was wearing.

"A human?!"

Proton and the others were shocked.

He thought Team Rocket was already pretty twisted, but now someone was actually catching humans in Poké Balls? What kind of perversion was this?

But they quickly realized: that wasn't some fragile human. No human had that kind of power.

"No… It must be a Pokémon that's taken on human form! I've heard rumors of this… Typhlosion fanfics mention similar cases!"

"…"

"Why did you change forms again?"

Haru stared at the girl, feeling oddly conflicted.

Why did this Necrozma look so much like that black-haired straight-laced waifu from every visual novel ever? And now with a reinforced "steel-plate" version, no less…

Didn't she look like Lana just a moment ago? Why's she re-customized herself again? Was this AI Girl Simulator or something?

"Ah, that's the thing."

"After some deep reflection, I concluded that a submissive Lana wasn't qualified to be my mentor anymore. And I'd already learned pretty much everything she could teach me."

"But you… you're different. Around you, I feel like a newborn child—clueless. Your… methods deeply shocked me."

"If you don't mind, I'd like to take you as my teacher."

"I only care about learning from the wise—I don't really care who the master is."

"So what now?"

Haru had clearly forgotten this was a battle. All he felt now was a deep, inexplicable fatigue.

"So I looked up men's kinks on the internet. Turns out white-haired red-eyed girls are the most popular. But personally, I like black hair more. Plus, you've never really gone after a white-haired girl, so… I decided to go black-haired."

It's not that I wouldn't. I just haven't met any white-haired ones yet. If I had, I would've made a move long ago.

Haru grumbled silently to himself.

"Enough! Do you think we're clowns here for your entertainment? You think Team Rocket's just a street performance troupe?!"

"Raichu, go!"

The utter disregard Haru and Necrozma were showing finally pushed Proton over the edge.

He couldn't understand it. Everywhere else Team Rocket went, Trainers were terrified—desperate to protect their Pokémon from being stolen. Why were these people acting like it was no big deal?

Just then, Larry—who had silently taken out another Poké Ball—stepped forward.

"You all better get out of here. I'll hold them off. League reinforcements should arrive soon."

"As much as I hate to admit it, I am one of the Elite Four of the Pokémon League. It's my job to protect the next generation of Trainers."

"So now, I just have to keep hanging on."

But Haru calmly shook his head.

"No need. Their target is me. Running won't solve anything."

"Necrozma, you key of hidden darkness—reveal your true power! I, your contracted Trainer, command you: Seal, release!"

Though it wasn't impossible to battle in her black-haired schoolgirl form, Haru found it… a bit too cursed. The longer he looked, the more it bothered him.

"Sigh… you want me to turn into that?"

"Fine. Even though this form is much prettier."

"Necrozma, true form—activate!"

Reluctantly, but obediently, Necrozma complied with her Trainer's command and reverted to her original form.

In a flash, the black-haired girl vanished, replaced by a towering Pokémon made of black crystal. She casually flexed her claws, not even bothering to acknowledge her opponent.

That smug indifference infuriated Proton. When had he ever been this ignored?

He would crush this opponent in the most brutal way possible. Only that could soothe the humiliation.

"All of my Pokémon are fully evolved! You think you can beat me?! Raichu, use Thunder Wave!"

Raichu, though it felt an overwhelming pressure from Necrozma, still obeyed its Trainer's command. Sparks gathered in its cheek pouches, releasing eerie electric pulses in an attempt to paralyze Necrozma's movements.

So what if the opponent was strong? It was a final-stage Pokémon too! Why should it be beneath anyone?

It could win! Raichu's battle spirit ignited.

Thunder Wave wasn't a damaging move, but it was nastier than most damaging ones—it inflicted paralysis, a status that not only had a chance of immobilizing a target but also cut their Speed in half. Basically, it crippled them.

But Haru wasn't playing a game. This was reality. And in real life, not all Pokémon were created equal.

Especially not when facing a god.

"That's it? But it's fine! Necrozma, just tank that hit."

"And then… use Earth Power—the move Mizore loves most!"

…Wait. Hold on. Something's definitely not right here.