Having rested for a time to recover from the forceful warp, the three had risen to their feet and begun walking. The world around them was strange, but at the same time familiar. It was Japan from the past, and the greater Tokyo area, they could tell from the land, but it was more raw, and less developed than the land they knew from before the spread of the plague. Since it was the closest, they decided to make Tokyo their goal, and see what they could discover.
“Tell us,” Mewtwo said as they walked. Mewtwo had drawn his cloak around himself and positioned his tail to be hidden in order to completely engulf his form in shadow, so that the only thing out of place about him would be his sheer height. “What is this ‘Dynamis’? I have never heard of such a thing.”
“It is a legend from long ago,” Kazuhito said in reply. He too had drawn up his cloak, in order to hide his ears, but his face was still visible. “It is a world that is a copy of ours, malleable and unfixed. A land free to use for strategy and experimentation, to predict the future of events in the real world and adjust accordingly. It is ruled by the demon Diabolos, the master of dreams.”
“So this is, some false world?” Sabrina looked out of place compared to her companions, bearing no cloak and simply wearing the same bright red longcoat she had adapted from her days as a gym leader, over a plain t-shirt and jeans. She found herself wanting to alter her look as well, so that she did not so clearly stand out. “What would expect from Sakaki, then?”
“Sakaki might not be the one in control,” Kazuhito replied as he shook his head. “Within Dynamis, total control belongs to the Dynamis Lord, and that is who bends its will. Anyone can access it, using an object known as the Perpetual Hourglass. Sakaki it seems simply figured out some way of forcing that into the Rune of Return, so that he could use it on people against their will.” He thought for a moment, then added, “which means, since we don’t have the hourglass, the only way to leave aside from waiting for Sakaki to show up to take us back out will be to find out who the Dynamis Lord is.”
As they walked, they rose over a hill that brought Tokyo into view below them, they stopped and stared in amazement. The city was smaller than they knew it, but it wasn’t in the radial hub that they had all known it as. It was squared off, completely surrounded by stone walls, with only four roads leading out of large gates, one heading in each compass direction.
“That,” Sabrina said in disbelief, “that’s not the Saffron I knew.” They walked down toward it, cautiously, and as they did, the clear, unmistakable figures of Team Rocket agents walking around inside the city became apparent to them. “The city’s being held by the Rockets.”
They cautiously approached the city, heading to the closest gate to enter it. “Wait,” Kazuhito said, holding up his fist in a stop gesture. “Something doesn’t feel right. Let me go in there alone.” They nodded, and he walked through the door at the gate.
A man sat at a desk, staring at Kazuhito with a sharp eye. Kazuhito began to walk towards the other gate, when the man spoke up. “You,” he said angrily, “do you have any identification?”
Kazuhito turned to look at him, as he got up from his seat and walked over to him. “Identification?” he asked in reply. The man then forcibly turned Kazuhito around, pointing him back toward the door, and pushed him.
“Nobody enters without proper identification,” the man said tersely, and Kazuhito walked out of the building, readjusting his disheveled cloak.
“Didn’t go well I take it?” Mewtwo said in reply, and they began walking along the wall away from the main gate, looking for some weakness in the wall.
“Simply shoved me out for not having ‘proper identification’,” Kazuhito said with a shrug, and looked at the wall. “Well if we can’t go in that way,” he said as he began to dig around in the folds of his cloak, and pulled out two small daggers, “let’s go up.”
He walked over to the wall, drove the daggers into the stone, and began to pull himself upward. Behind him, Mewtwo and Sabrina floated up in the air, rising along with him as he climbed. After a couple of minutes, he reached the top, pulling himself onto a guard space along the top that was currently without any guards, and the two landed next to him.
They tried walking forward to the other end, but hit something in their path. “A barrier?” Sabrina said as they stepped backwards. She held up her hand, focusing some energy on it, and a faint glass became visible where it touched the invisible wall.
“Strange, the Barrier power specifically,” Mewtwo said with some surprise in his voice, “and not some custom spell.”
“Barrier’s not that strong normally, though,” Sabrina commented, as she walked up to press her hand against the invisible wall. “It shouldn’t completely be able to lock us out, though.” She pounded her fist against it a few times, but nothing seemed to happen.
Kazuhito began fishing through his cloak again, and while he did so Mewtwo stepped forward. “Well,” he said as he pulled back the sleeve on his right arm, “if it is just ordinary Barrier, then Brick Break should do something against it.” He raised his arm, bringing it down swiftly in a chop against the wall, but it remained the same. “But,” he said as he stepped back and rubbed the pain out of his hand, “it doesn’t seem to be that way.”
Kazuhito finally pulled from his cloak a stethoscope and his Pokedex, and plugged a cable from the stethoscope into a jack on the Pokedex. He pressed a few buttons, and then pressed the stethoscope up against the wall. The speaker on his Pokedex came to life, playing low sounds from resonating against the walls, and, soon enough, some voices.
“Hey,” came a male voice over the speaker. They all looked around, but from where they were standing they couldn’t see anyone particularly close enough to have their voice resonating against the barrier. “Did you hear the news from the team that went to Cinnibar?”
“No,” came a female voice in reply, “what is it?”
“Well they say that a trainer they ran into there has the escaped Eevee.”
“The Reconstruction Project Eevee? The one that can devolve and re-evolve into another Evolution?”
“Yeah, that one.”
Kazuhito pulled back the stethoscope, a curious look on his face, and he pulled back the hood on his cloak to scratch his head. “What is it?” Sabrina asked.
“Well, it’s strange,” Kazuhito said, his voice trailing off as he put the things back his cloak. He turned, and jumped off the edge of the wall. The other two quickly stepped forward in alarm, and watched as he slowly slid back down the wall dragging the daggers in the stone to slow his fall. They went down after him, and he began to walk toward the west.
“Dan told you I was rescued from Team Rocket,” Kazuhito said as they walked, “but he didn’t get a chance to explain to you about my history.” He stopped for a moment, looking back toward the wall. “I… I think.. that was me they were talking about.”
Sabrina and Mewtwo gave him a curious look. “Back in our world, I was captured by Team Rocket and used as part of a contract experiment at Silph Corporation. The project at the time was trying to come up with a sort of ‘Devolution Spray’, a poison that would react with the DNA of a Pokemon to reverse the evolution process. As a part of that development, I was experimented on, because of my species’ ability to evolve into different forms.”
They continued walking, and he pulled out his Pokedex and began to flip through some stored photos, settling on one with Dan standing next to a Flareon. “The experiment they were performing was never completed, as resources were pulled and I was transferred to custody in the United States, where I was rescued by Dan. At that time, he had evolved me into a Flareon, because we needed that power to get out of the situation we were in. However, a couple of weeks later, I suddenly found myself reverting back into an Eevee, inexplicably.”
He pressed another button, switching to a photograph of Dan standing next to a Jolteon. “Later on, when we infiltrated the operation to steal the Cross Tangent after he had learned how to speak our language freely, I had him evolve me into a Jolteon because electrical power was advantageous as we crawled around the ducts and back hallways of that facility. That was where we rescued Takehiro, and so we went to speak with my Clan leader after that operation, and by the time we got there I had reverted to becoming an Eevee again. Somehow, they had altered my body to have some sort of resistance to radiation, and so as the mutated cells died they were replaced by normal Eevee cells, eventually forcing back the evolution once enough of them had grown again in my body.”
“Strange,” Mewtwo said, then stopped to think. “You know, now that I think about it, I do remember hearing something about an operation like that. It was simply closed with ‘subject lost’, and never went into any deep details about the project.” Kazuhito chuckled, nodding in understanding.
“So what do we do now, Sabrina asked as they continued on again. “You want to head towards Cinnibar to try and find out who this trainer that, erm, is training you?”
Kazuhito shook his head. “No, my Dynamis double wouldn’t particularly be of much help. He is just a child, knowing very little, as I was young when Team Rocket first raided our village.
“No,” he said, as he switched his Pokedex to a map, and entered in coordinates to show their destination.
“What we need to do is speak to the Oni Goddess Hanyuu.”
“Hanyuu,” Sabrina asked in reply. “That little gi-wait, goddess?!”
“As we would call her in the Shinto religion, yes,” Kazuhito nodded as he put away the Pokedex.
“Although more correct would possibly to say she ascended above the normal limits of mortality. And she herself is one of the ones the people referred to as ‘Oyashiro’, in fact the most common one. A good while before the wars, she was sacrificed as part of a local festival the people there celebrated to get rid of their sins, which granted her divinity.
“It also granted her the full extent of her powers over time. Hanyuu had said that a pulse from here in Dynamis had taken her power away, and so this Hanyuu I suspect should know what happened, and, just the same as the one outside, her memory would be unbound by changes in time so she should remember all revisions made to Dynamis. She should be able to tell us what is going on here.”
For a few minutes, they said nothing more as they walked, just making the path toward Hinamizawa. “You know,” Mewtwo said as he interrupted the silence, “I’ve been wondering something about you, Kazuhito.”
“Yes?”
"How come you know all these things, but Dan didn’t know about them?”
Kazuhito chuckled in reply. “As part of the training to become an initiated Timeless, we’re required to study about things from the past that we keep secret. I undertook the training before I evolved into an Umbreon, and Dan was going to take it later when he was ready to be granted our powers as an Espeon Honoratus. Because of the plague, though, there was no time left for him to study our secrets, and our Clan leader had to rush and only grant him the powers of the Umbreon. I knew about Hanyuu, and the Leafeon she mentioned that had sworn an oath to her people, it was one of the things studied as part of the process.”
“’Espeon Honoratus’?” Sabrina asked, puzzled. “What does that mean, exactly?”
“Well,” Kazuhito said as he removed his hood. “He was a psychic, and so was going to be taught in the ways of the Espeon’s role as a Timeless. ‘Honoratus’, meaning it was a title granted as an honor. That is why I chose to take a role as an Umbreon, actually, since I couldn’t stay in the form of any of the others, and since he was my partner duplicating the power he would gain by becoming an Espeon as well would be a waste.” Mewtwo nodded in understanding, saying nothing further. Kazuhito didn’t bother returning his hood to his head, so they all continued forward to Hinamizawa.
** * * * * * ** * * * * *
They all fell back some further distance, as the monster continued to grow larger, taking very loosely the shape of a Kyogre but not looking nearly like the Pokemon they all knew it to be. They all were looking to Gregory, eager for some sort of explanation. The only safe point they could take was where Archie was being held, who was looking up at the beast and laughing in crazed hysteria.
“What do you mean,” Maxie shouted over Archie’s laughing. “You are Groudon and Kyojiro is Kyogre, but you aren’t Pokemon?”
“I told you, Maxie!” Archie interjected, still in hysterics. “I warned you that Groudon and Kyogre was among us, and you didn’t listen! Now look what we have to deal with!!”
“It’s quite complicated,” Gregory said remorsefully. “It will take much to explain, and will be much harder to believe than you may think, so if you would please keep Archie silent, I will gladly explain it to the best of my ability.”
Archie lessened his laughing to a dull chuckle, and smiled a sinister grin. “Well go ahead then, Groudon, please, tell us of how you destroyed the world.”
Maxie glared at Archie, but Gregory simply ignored it. “Let me start by saying this: I am an alien.”
For a few moments, nobody said anything, and even Archie went serious. “You’re not human?”
“No, we are human, we simply aren’t from here on Earth. This is not the only planet with sentient life out there, and both Pokemon and humans like this world has exist out there, among many alien variants.”
“So,” Archie said, regaining his insanity, “you came here to take over the Earth, and then got beat by the Council of the Ryuujin? Yeah, great invasion strategy there!”
Gregory shook his head, and looked at Archie tersely. “You read far too much science fiction, Archie. We didn’t come to ‘take over’ the Earth, and in fact that is a highly illegal action. No, Kyojiro, me, and several others we came all come from a planet that completely abolished war, and it’s our philosophy to spread our enlightenment to others as entertainment.”
Archie went serious again, not finding the situation so funny anymore. “You’re,” Hiroshi said, trying to think of a term, but not coming up with anything.
“..Circus clowns?” Ian asked, finishing Hiroshi’s statement, which was then followed by another roar of laughter from Archie.
Gregory himself chuckled, and nodded. “I guess you could say that. We came to this planet about five thousand years ago, hired to do entertainment for a fighting tournament that was being hosted by some other aliens living among the humans of the time. We had done this numerous times before, but when we did it here, things were… different.”
He turned and looked up at the monster Kyogre, which was so far ignoring them. “There’s something strange about this planet, it has these… Oh, I don’t know how to describe them specifically, these mana sinks. The ground is full of them, and they reacted with the swords.” He took out his sword, and held it forward in front of them.
“The ‘Kyogre’ and ‘Groudon’ that you all know of,” he said as he stabbed it into the ground, “is approximately what the monsters would look like normally when we used the Bankai on other worlds. They’re not of anything specific, they are our own creations. I based mine on this little fat dinosaur thing my nephew drew for me long ago, and his was originally supposed to look like some sort of avian bird, but didn’t end up right but he didn’t bother to correct it.” He held forth his hand over the end of the grip, and a small, miniature Groudon appeared in the air above it. He then picked up his sword and returned it to his sheathe.
“So they turned into freakish monsters because of these mana sinks, huh?” Archie spoke plainly, no longer laughing. “Why didn’t you just stop them, then?”
“We lost control,” Gregory said as he looked back at the monster again. “The swords no longer responded to our commands, and the monsters went berserk.” He turned to look back at Maxie. “Maxie, do you recall one of your Team Magma members, an individual named Butler?”
Maxie thought for a moment, and then nodded. “Yes,” he said, “he had wanted to clone a Groudon, so we kicked him out. And then he utterly failed, creating some strange beast instead.” After a moment, he added, “was that your sword monster?”
Gregory nodded. “The two beasts wreaked havoc on the world, destroying pretty much everything, and setting what remained of humanity back thousands of years. At the time, the technology level was approximately equal to the way it was at the end of the 1920s.
“It finally took the Council of the Ryuujin to take them out, and even then several of them died fighting it. Once we finally gained control of the swords again, we were confronted by the Council, as well as Lugia and Ho-oh for punishment. We decided to accept a prison here, and they created the Pokemon Groudon and Kyogre and sealed us – as well as the swords – inside them.”
“The fossil that Butler had found had encapsulated part of the spell from my sword, and when he used Jirachi to try to bring it to create the clone it reacted with the spell, which in turn reacted with the mana sinks and created the beast that finally manifested.”
“I seem to recall reading the report of that event,” Hitoshi said, “but how do you know about it, anyway?”
“We and the sword are linked, so we know anything that happens to or with the power of the swords. Your people created similar swords, it seems Dan is using one of them, however I doubt they would have the same problem as mine and Kyojiro’s in response to the mana sinks because they were created amidst them as an environment. The swords have a spirit of their own, and they communicate with us.”
“Okay, okay,” Ian said, holding up his hands. “This is cool and all, but there’s still a problem with what to do against it. Those Ryuujin seem to be all dead, as well as Lugia and Ho-oh, so what can we do?”
“Well,” Gregory said simply, shrugging his shoulders, “there is the emergency abort fail-safe.”
They all looked at him in disbelief, and he waved his hand. “Well, I guess ‘emergency abort’ isn’t the best way to describe it, because they only set up temporary containment to hold for long enough to regain control. But go ahead, Maxie, Archie, you know about the fail-safe. You two tried using them for the exact opposite purpose, after all.” Everyone then turned to look at Maxie and Archie, who were looking at each other, both with regret plastered on their faces.
“The spheres,” Maxie said finally.
“Bingo,” Gregory said in reply. “Just in case they weren’t around to do it, they created two spheres to subdue the magic, which copied and inverted the spells from the sword to emit a sort of cancelling wave, and to subdue the Pokemon we were imprisoned in.” He pointed at the two. “There was one orb to cover Groudon, and one orb to cover Kyogre, and these two had the bright idea to use them on the opposite ones to increase their power and try and control them.”
“Okay,” Archie said, turning to Hitoshi. “Well then at least we can get them back. Give me a radio, I have a squad stationed near Mt. Pyre, that’s where the orbs were kept.”
Hiroshi nodded, and handed him a radio, and he stepped away a few feet to make the call. “We should probably also get the other set,” Hiroshi said, “now that I think about it.”
“..Other set?” Maxie raised an eyebrow as he turned to look at them. “There’s only one set of orbs.”
“Not exactly,” Hiroshi said in reply, and pulled out a map of Japan. “Here,” he said as he pointed to a location on Shikoku. “The very edge of Johto League boundaries, on the east end of Shikoku. It’s a place they called Embedded Tower, and it was built by some people that relocated there from Kyushu. They copied the orbs and put the copies in the tower.”
Gregory shook his head. “If they’re copies, then they most likely aren’t going to work. Some magic you simply can’t copy, just like photocopying a copy resistant paper, it would need to be re-enchanted from the original spells.”
Hiroshi looked at him squarely. “Is there any reason not to try?”
“I suppose not,” he said with a shrug. “Just won’t have any effect.”
“Alright then,” Hiroshi said, “we will get those too. Let’s get back to the town and move people to safety in the bunkers.” They all nodded, and snuck around to the south to head back to the town.
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As they approached the city, they found themselves stopping in amazement yet again. The city wasn’t dead, like the outside world had become after 1983, but was crawling with soldiers, moving around people on chains. It was a horror to look upon, death and disease everywhere. “My god,” Sabrina finally put to words, “what happened here?”
“I don’t think we’ll find out by just sneaking around,” Mewtwo said, stepping forward. “Let’s go right into the thick of it and cause a ruckus if we have to.” The other two looked at him, surprised by how bold the move was, but they nodded in understanding.
Slowly, they descended into the city, with Kazuhito pulling up the hood of his cloak to hide his ears once again. As they approached the edge, armed guards approached them, then suddenly saluted. “Good to see you,” one of the guards said, “Lady Sabrina. Everything is under control.”
They both quickly looked to Sabrina, to see how she would act, but instead of surprise, her face took a calm, collected look. “Good,” she said in reply in a commanding voice.
“Will you be doing a full inspection today, Lady Sabrina?”
She shook her head in reply. “No, that won’t be necessary. I am here to simply show these two some of the things about this operation.”
The guards nodded in understanding, and lowered their weapons, allowing them all to walk into the city. They marched straight through, seeing desperation and hopelessness on the diseased faces of the prisoners, and more of the soldiers saluting them as they went on. They didn’t react to any of it, so that they did not cause anyone to suspect their guise. They finally passed through the main land, walking up the hill toward the shrine. There was nobody around in that area, it was completely deserted.
“That was strange,” Kazuhito said once they were clear of observers.
“Do you have military experience, Sabrina?” Mewtwo asked in response, and she shook her head quickly.
“Of course not, I’m just a city girl from Tokyo.” They stood in front of the shrine, which looked as if it hadn’t been touched in a long time. “So,” she asked as she looked around, “how do we find Hanyuu, anyway?”
Kazuhito reached into the folds of his cloak, and pulled out one of his necklaces, which was a blue translucent stone attached to a string. He unwound the string from the stone, and threw it on the ground, shattering it. At first, nothing happened, and then suddenly a wind picked up, dragging the shattered pieces of the stone up into the air and blowing them around.
They suddenly stopped in mid air, forming a half silhouette of a person, and then they started to melt. As they did, they spread out over the figure, revealing that it was Hanyuu staring at them. They all stared back at her, and for a moment she didn’t notice anything. Suddenly she jumped, looking down at her arms and legs in a panic.
“Oh no!” she said with a whiny cry, as she began jumping up and down flailing her arms around, “you can see me! Why, Sabrina, why can’t you just leave me alone?” Kazuhito stepped forward and held out his hand, and Hanyuu calmed down and stared at him, and he nodded and removed the hood of his cloak.
“You,” Hanyuu said quietly, stepping up close to take a good look. She jumped and grabbed his cloak by the shoulders, throwing it down his arms and onto the ground, then stepped behind him and grabbed his tail. “You’re… You’re from the outside, aren’t you? There aren’t any of your kind here in the dream world.”
Kazhuhito nodded, and picked up his cloak. “Might I ask, Hanyuu,” he said as he put his cloak back on, “so I can confirm my own suspicions, how exactly you know that you are in Dynamis?” She frowned, and turned back to the shrine.
“I can remember everything that happens to me, in all timelines. Not only from the timelines I rebuilt with Rika, but also from whenever the Dynamis Lord resets or changes things.” He turned back to Kazuhito, raising his eyebrow. “How did you get in here anyway? You don’t seem to have the Hourglass with you.”
“A man named Sakaki,” Mewtwo said as he removed his cloak. “He forced us in here by forcing the Hourglass into a Rune of Return.”
“Sakaki did that? He’s still alive out there?”
They all gave her a curious look. “You know Sakaki?” Sabrina asked in surprise. Hanyuu nodded, grimly.
“Back in 1983 is when everything happened. Well, 1983, normal time, it’s been a long time now since the Dynamis Lord reset things back that far. Sakaki was one of the Mountain Dogs, a group hired to protect Rika at first, but they were really there as Miyo Tanaka’s help. They would kill Rika, then kill everyone else in the city, that’s what usually happened. Sakaki quit the group because of that, and I haven’t seen what’s become of him here, but I do know the one from the outside comes here from time to time with the Hourglass.”
Sabrina looked back down toward the town. “Everyone gets killed, you say? That’s not what it looked like from here.”
“No,” she said coldly. “Here’s worse, with this revision they keep everybody alive, and they do experiments on them. At first with the Hinamizawa Syndrome disease, and then other things from their partnership with Team Rocket. You’re… not with Team Rocket on the outside, are you Sabrina?”
“No,” she said, shaking her head profusely. “I would never. Is that why you were scared of me, and everyone down there was saluting me?” Hanyuu nodded sadly. “Good lord, how could my double here ever allow herself to stoop so low.”
“Well,” she said curiously, and motioned for them all to follow her. She led them a little ways off, into another small building, and they all sat around a table. Hanyuu poured them some glasses of water, and set out some bread. “What are you all doing here, anyway? Why would Sakaki force you into Dynamis?”
“My host,” Kazuhito said after a drink of water, “was affected by a spell from a woman who was working for him but betrayed him. He is sealed inside his mind. Sakaki said he could help us, but not at that time or that place, and so he put us in here.”
“Your host?” Hanyuu raised an eyebrow at him, as she grabbed a piece of bread. “You’re a Timeless, then?”
He nodded. “Tell me, Hanyuu, how did you lose your power anyway? The you out in the real world said there was a pulse of energy that came from here, and then you were drained.”
She looked down, saddened. When she spoke, her voice was flat.“That means that everyone died out there, doesn’t it?”
“I’m sorry to say,” Sabrina said as she put her hand on Hanyuu’s shoulder, “but yeah. Only a boy survived, the official report was volcanic gas killed everyone.”
“So it was one where Keiichi survived,” she said, voice still flat. “I don’t know what happened for sure. Somehow, Miyo gained some power to sap mine from me. I don’t know how she got it, I think the golden witch did it for a laugh, but she was killed shortly after that so I never found out. If it crossed from here to out there, though, I’m not sure what to think, because it would have to have either been allowed directly by the Dynamis Lord, or be done by a voyager, and the only voyager I know of was the being Rika was slowly becoming.”
Kazuhito nodded, saying nothing, leaving the other two to wonder if he knew what she was talking about, or just was acknowledging the statements. “Changing the topic,” Mewtwo interjected after a few moments of silence, “what is going on here in Dynamis, anyway? What year is it, for starters?”
“It’s 1997 currently. Right now Team Rocket has locked up Saffron City, while they prepare a machine that will combine together Articuno, Zapdos, and Moltres, until two trainers from Pallet Town defeat Sabrina and destroy the machine along with the building.” She looked over to a calendar on the wall. “I’d say you’re at least a week or so from that happening, though.”
Sabrina and Mewtwo looked at each other. “Pallet Town?” they said almost simultaneously, but didn’t expound on them.
“Do you know who the Dynamis Lord is?” Kazuhito asked, not noticing their exchange.
Hanyuu shook her head. “No, I haven’t been able to figure that out yet. The only time its power is ever concentrated enough for me to detect it is during this event, and right now it seems to be in Saffron, but I’ve never been able to get through the dome when I have tried going there. All the rest of the time its hiding its power and I can’t track its movements.”
“I see,” Kazuhito said, then stood up. “So we need to get into Saffron.” He thought for a moment, then started casting Rune of Return, but Hanyuu held up her hand to stop him.
“Won’t work,” she said sadly, “Dark Harbor moves itself just outside of the dome while it is up. Once it’s down then it will go back to the Saffron Gym.”
Kazuhito sighed, and sat back down. “Okay, well if Rune of Return won’t work…” He thought for a couple minutes, then looked at Hanyuu. “You can’t tesseract in, either?”
She raised an eyebrow, curious. “Tesseract? No, it just bounces off the barrier like anything else you try to hit it with.”
“Wait.” He held up his hand. “Bounces off?”
“Yeah, I throw the Tesseract at the wall, and it bounces off.”
“You…” He stopped for a moment. “Strange, usually it’s the other way around.”
“What are you getting at,” Mewtwo asked.
“Hanyuu, you don’t know how to properly use the Tesseract?”
She rolled her eyes upward, as if she was looking into the sky. “Uhhh, its an attack spell… Isn’t it?”
Kazuhito laughed, then began to move everything off of the table. “No,” he said, pulling a pencil from his cloak and drawing on the table. “It’s a movement spell.”
Hanyuu furled her eyebrows. “You can’t move with the Tesseract, well aside from backwards in time a little as part of the duration of the attack.”
“No, not the Tesseract itself. It’s actually meant to be a power source to a movement spell, to allow traveling great distances. That’s why I said you have it backwards, because usually people learn the movement spell but can’t figure out how to do the tesseract to power it.”
They all watched, as he began to illustrate a strange device. It looked kind of like a large gun that was worn around the forearm, with a dome attached to the back of it that he drew a tesseract in. “I don’t know how to actually do the spell,” he said as he drew, “but I think we could fudge it with a teleport technique Dan found once. If we make an enclosure for the Tesseract, this will act as a device to create linked miniature wormholes in space that we can pass through. I think we can use this to get inside Saffron.”
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