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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

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

"It? There's two of them, boy. Did you hit your head too hard?" Necrozma shook his head. "Perhaps there are a lot of ferals in your ancestry."

"The look on your face, Charmander..." Necrozma crossed his arms. He didn't sound amused. "You seemed a bit too into that battle." Necrozma stared at his right hand. "Those corrupted by the distortion back home were often like that... reveling in the thrill of bringing violence unto others." It...

"Tch. Fine. At the very least, I can stop you if you're doing more harm than good." Necrozma pointed at Owen. His hand brimmed with pink energy.

"I'd been subjecting myself to spurts of water from the ocean," Necrozma explained. "Our team seems to be sorely lacking in water-types, so there isn't anyone I can turn to for practice in that department."

"Fool! Don't idly toss those around," Necrozma barked.

"You think I'm lying." There was no uncertainty behind Necrozma's words. "But the fact of the matter is that there are worlds where daemons exist. This very world is one of them." He gestured out toward the ocean. "It was nearly thrown into the sun by a daemon known as 'Dark Matter.' Diyem even...

"They did. But all the planets I knew of with humans were destroyed by the same daemon that's likely after this world."

"My apologies." Necrozma tapped his temple. "There was a good analogy for the item on some of the other planets in my universe. I believed blast seeds are like... grenades? You throw them and they explode. There are also pebbles you can use as projectiles... and thorns that you can throw like a...

"We were trying to discuss that." Necrozma gestured to Owen's supplies. "Seems Owen found some ammunition. Blast seeds and the like. I'm thinking that, if people are getting exhausted from just a single attack, we might want to rely on these and wait for a good moment to use actual attacks." He...

"Do you always barge into conversations uninvited?" Necrozma growled, core sparking with wisps of pink ESP to remind the kubfu of their type disadvantage. "World Ender is a daemon that produces infinite energy. When mortals are exposed to it, they lose their minds, mutate, and go into berserker...

"Perhaps a single human wasn't enough to truly expunge it from this world." It was more of a statement than a question. Necrozma looked up at the sky. "Or maybe it has a counterpart seeking revenge? Hell, a portion of it could've escaped and found World Ender."

"Mmm. A pity I don't have a real means of boosting my defenses." Necrozma watched Owen pick through his bag. "If I could, I'd use Charge Beam on the magikarp right away. Perhaps draw their attention toward me so everyone else can attack unimpeded. As it stands though... perhaps I should use some...

"Very well." Necrozma crossed his arms. "But I saw the, ahem, recording of your previous fight with the magikarp. I daresay your attacks won't do much against two of them." He looked past the little charmander toward the bag. "What did you find in town?"

Necrozma looked skyward once again. "Has anyone ever told you you're a terrible judge of character?"

Necrozma shrugged. "Two brats are knocking the stuffing out of each other because they hate each other's guts."