Pokemon: Spiritual Master-Chapter 439: Johan—Initiate Plan B!

The two towering structures that defined Alamos Town were the Time-Space Towers—the left one representing Time and the right one representing Space.

But just now, a single blazing slash had sheared off half the spire of the left tower.

Above the towering structure, strange ripples distorted the air, as if time and space themselves were warping—

And within the disturbance—

Faint, distant roars echoed.

"What... what is that?"

The entire town square fell into a stunned silence, every gaze locked onto the mutilated Time-Space Tower.

Then—

Darkrai shot upward, abandoning the Trainers and Pokémon it had just put to sleep.

As it rose, a violent shockwave erupted from its body, kicking up a storm of dust and debris.

Its cold, piercing gaze locked onto the swirling distortion in the sky.

And then, it roared:

"YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE! GET OUT!!"

With those words, Darkrai thrust its arms forward—a black sphere forming between its hands, rapidly fracturing into countless smaller orbs that shot toward the distortion.

ROOOOAAAAARRR!!

A thunderous howl rumbled through the air—

And in the next instant—

A crimson arc of energy erupted from the distortion.

Spacial Rend!

It tore through the sky at blinding speed—

CRASH!!

The attack didn't directly target anyone, but it ripped through the plaza, slashing across the town and annihilating everything in its path.

The impact left behind a gaping chasm—

And anything caught in the attack had simply vanished into nothingness.

A deathly chill spread through the crowd.

That attack...

Could they even survive something like that?

If that attack had been aimed directly at them—

Would they even exist anymore?

A ripple of pure terror swept through the town square.

"I SAID GET OUT!!" Darkrai roared again, its energy surging.

And in response—

A radiant blue beam erupted from the distortion.

"Darkrai!" Johan shouted immediately. "STOP TALKING!!"

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If Darkrai kept provoking them, this entire town would be gone before they even arrived!

Darkrai hesitated, glancing at Johan—

Then at the swirling tear in space.

Finally, it floated downward.

Only then did the terrified crowd notice Johan and the others.

"Johan!! Johan, save us!!"

"Johan! Oh, thank Arceus you're here!!"

Suddenly, everyone surged toward him, pleading, sobbing, clinging to whatever hope they could find.

Johan rubbed his temples.

Great. Just great.

Originally, Dialga and Palkia would have needed time to destroy the town.

Now?

One Roar of Time. One Spacial Rend.

BOOM. Everyone's dead.

But...

Even though he knew that...

He couldn't ignore their pleas.

"That's Dialga and Palkia?"

Cynthia's gaze lifted, narrowing her golden eyes.

Within the swirling dimensional fog, amidst the flashes of crackling energy, two immense figures loomed in the shadows, clashing violently.

And with each collision, their forms became clearer, the shockwaves more intense.

Dialga.

Palkia.

The crowd froze in place, their expressions going blank.

In Sinnoh, every person had heard the legends of these two Pokémon.

And now—

They were real.

And they were furious.

A creeping, inescapable sense of doom settled over the town.

But just as panic was about to boil over—

Someone spoke.

"Johan is here."

"Cynthia is here."

"Flint is here."

"We have the Elite Four."

Slowly, the fear subsided, replaced by something stronger—

Hope.

"They're coming." Johan nodded grimly.

Then, he turned to Flint—

And gripped his shoulder.

"Your time to shine."

Flint's face instantly fell.

"...Johan." He forced a laugh. "You're joking, right?"

Johan stared at him.

Flint: "Hahaha... ha... ha..."

"...Ha."

"HAHAHAHA!!"

Nearby, Bruno cracked his knuckles, his muscles tightening as he rotated his shoulders, producing a series of loud pops.

"Don't know if I can hold them back..." He grinned.

But—

That wasn't going to stop him.

Because as an Elite Four member, he was Sinnoh's shield.

This wasn't just about being strong—

This was his duty.

And even if he was outmatched, he had no choice but to fight.

Bruno turned to Johan, smirking.

"Johan. You coming?"

Johan's expression twitched.

"...Next time. Definitely."

"Alright. What's the plan?" Darkrai landed beside Johan.

Now, the entire town turned to him.

Waiting.

Johan glanced at the half-destroyed Time-Space Tower.

This wasn't how it was supposed to go.

According to the movie, they were supposed to lure Dialga and Palkia to the tower, play Oración, and calm them down.

But now?

They might not even have a tower left.

Johan's eyes drifted to Tonio and Alice—

Both clutching the Oración music disk.

His voice was firm.

"Tonio. Give me the Oración disk."

The scientist hesitated—

Then handed it over.

Johan turned to Darkrai.

"Go find Tonio's grandfather's lab. There should be a backup copy of the song. Get it to the tower."

Darkrai nodded.

Bruno, meanwhile, was already walking straight toward Dialga and Palkia.

Johan took a deep breath.

This was bad.

Very bad.

But there was still a way out.

He took off his coat and tossed it to Gengar.

And then—

He grinned.

"Alright. Plan B."

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