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"Delightful." He sounded like the perfect company for someone worthless like him. They could lament their shortcomings together. "If there really is someone like that amongst this team, we might have to incapacitate them as early as possible." Necrozma's core darkened. "Not to mention Cresselia...

Necrozma crossed his arms. "Darkrai? Manaphy?" He shook his head. "Bah. More creatures not from my planet. This is getting annoying."

Necrozma still remembered Diyem's last words. A frantic week of searching... but for who? He didn't do a damn thing to locate Team Spice. That was all Maple and her team. So, what was he searching for, exactly? If he wasn't going to tell the team, then Necrozma had to assume it wasn't something...

Necrozma crossed his arms. "Good. Because I'd hate to have to chuck you into the ocean."

"It's not as if we actually have to refer to each other by these names." Necrozma held his badge up. "It's just for this thing's communication tool."

Ah, wonderful. More squabbling. And while Necrozma was delighted it was directed toward Diyem — you reap what you sow and he's done nothing to sow trust with the team — it had little bearing on the current predicament. "Might I suggest we focus on helping Team Spice? It's not like our supervisor...

“If you have a problem with it, take it up with our supervisor.” Necrozma paused. “Oh, wait, you can’t. Because he’s not here.” Necrozma fiddled with the badge and typed in a pseudonym: SOURDOUGH

Beta read HoC's chapter 96 Also forgot to mention Path of Valor's 5000-word chapter 5 was put up here.

Necrozma sighed. "I feel like there's a 'but' coming."

Necrozma looked up at the sky. "Mmm. It appears I need to be going. Miss Maple is expecting me." He turned away from Tricky. "Be careful out there. This town is fairly quiet, but I imagine there are some on this continent who'll try to advantage of your bright-eyed, bushy-tailed attitude."...

"If such a power wasn't possible in this world, then I wouldn't have been able to relearn the move from Xatu." Necrozma figured the reasoning made enough sense for even a youngster that didn't act her age like Tricky.

“In a manner of speaking.” Necrozma flexed his claws. “My light could work against diseases and other ailments.”

"An old move. I believe it's called Morning Sun." His core glistened at its mention. "I was always more of a healer than a fighter."

"There's a xatu here that can help us remember certain moves from our pasts. I took advantage of his talent," Necrozma explained. "Though I still feel too weak to use the move properly." He flexed his claws. "As for this world... I believe Diyem has a cruel sense of humor. That's all."

"'Here' meaning this world... or the marketplace? Specifics are important, you know." Stars above, it was like Io in his early years all over again. Only without the teleporting to random places.

"Right. Now, take that number and multiply it by a thousand and you're getting into the ballpark of how old I am," Necrozma said. "I am, by your standards, far beyond a 'geezer.' I'm a geezer's geezer's geezer's geezer's geezer's geezer." He kept a straight face through that whole sentence...

"You do know I'm psychic, right?" His body bristled with a pink aura. "I sense that you're about as careful as a tauros in a shop selling fine china." A pause, then, "Just how young are you, anyway? You strike me as a child."

A sigh. "I'm... not sure that's in your best interest. All my friends back home died because of my uselessness." Necrozma looked at his right hand. "You still have a long life ahead. I'd hate to see anything happen to you."

"You had no way of knowing short of me telling you." Necrozma crossed his arms. "I know you're not the same one, yet it's hard to stop the memories from boiling up looking at you." A few trace sparks danced around his core. "Surely you've encountered someone you've hated in your life, no?"

"Nngh." So, they were really committed to this? He had to stay calm. They were on the same side. She wasn't the same. She wasn't from his world. She didn't recognize him. And she sounded too... young. But he couldn't shake the memories. The wall of fire. The sun-shaped silhouette disappearing...