When Naoki received Rotom's call, he was pletely stunned.

  'What is going on? Did I hear that right? Giratina is going to front someone via the i?'

  Rotom's voice, shaky with urgency, interrupted his thoughts. "It's real, Rotom!" the Pokémon excimed as it switched to a video call.

  The s instantly dispyed Giratina's massive form flying through the shattered and chaotic Reverse World. The surroundings blurred as sky isnds rapidly vanished into the distance, pulled away by the dragon's intense speed. Shadows and dark energy swirled around Giratina's body, radiating its boiling fury.

  Naoki's heart skipped a beat. He immediately called for Koraidon, leaped onto its back, and dove into the Reverse World to pursue Giratina. As they flew, Naoki pressed Rotom for more details.

  From Rotom's hurried expnation, Naoki pieced together the events: Giratina had asked it to look up information about legendary Pokémon in the Sinnion. Upon disc it wasn't mentioned in any records, Giratina became irritated. Thied when an unknowizen dismissed Giratiirely, triggering the temperamental dragon's wrath. Now, the aggrieved Giratina was determio track dowizen and teach them a lesson.

  As Rotom reyed the story, it shared a sshot of the offending ent with Naoki. Reading it, Naoki couldn't help but feel exasperated. 'That izen couldn't have known they were antagonizing a literal god-like Pokémon...'

  However, there was no time to dwell on the absurdity of the situation. If Giratina succeeded in its pn, the sequences would be catastrophic.

  Naoki's head throbbed at the memory of Giratina's previous tantrums, which often involved relentless use of its signature moves. "This petty, short-tempered dragon!"

  Looking up, Naoki realized Giratina was no longer visible. But thanks to Rotom's trag feature, he could see Giratina's position on the s as a glowing red dot.

  "Koraidon, we o speed up!" Naoki urged.

  "Raao!" Koraidon roared in response, accelerating to its maximum speed.

  The world around them blurred into streaks of color. Even Naoki, whose body was fortified by years of drinking Life Goat Milk, struggled to withstand the intense velocity. But there was no time for fort; they had to stop Giratina before it was too te.

  Naoki kept his eyes orag dispy. Despite Koraidon's incredible speed, Giratina maintais lead. Its ability to traverse the Reverse World with ease roving to be a signifit advantage.

  Miicked by, eae stretg Naoki's patiehe spatial distortions surrounding them grew more chaotic, a clear sign of Giratina's passage. Just as they were beginning to close the gap, a swirling purple vortex suddenly appeared ahead of Giratina.

  Without hesitation, Giratina dove into the vortex and disappeared.

  Naoki quickly checked Rotom's dispy. His stomach dropped. Giratina had emerged in the Sinnion—half a world away from their current position in Paldea.

  This is ridiculous... Naoki thought, frustration mounting. Is this what being the master of the Reverse World means? Effortlessly traveling vast distances?

  Realizing they wouldn't be able to catch up immediately, Naoki decided on a different approach. "Rotom," he said, "try to unicate with Giratina."

  Rotom, still perched on Giratina's back, hesitated but ultimately plied. With trembling resolve, it climbed onto Giratina's head and opehe Rotom Phone.

  Naoki's voice came through. "Giratina, stop this nonsense right now!"

  Giratina growled in respos anger undiminished. "Don't stop me! That i human dared to insult me. I will teach them a lesson they won't fet!"

  As if to preempt Naoki from attempting any further persuasion, Giratina immediately ordered Rotom to hang up the call. Rotom trembled but followed the and without hesitation. However, it discreetly left the real-time location trag active, a small act of rebellion against its intimidating panion.

  Satisfied with Rotom's pliance, Giratina softes tone. "Don't be afraid! Stay by my side. I'll protect you. No one will dare bully you!"

  Rotom felt a twinge of gratitude but still opted to keep the location trag on.

  Meanwhile, Giratina turs gaze toward the void ahead, a sinister grin spreading across its face. It had arrived.

  The bold human who dared to disrespect it would now face the sequences.

  .....

  In the Sinnioerna City

  In a slightly aged apartment building, a young man named Ishihara was scrolling on his Rotom Phone while squatting ihroom. Ishihara, a 24-year-old with a pent for iced bck tea and a former obsession with slot games in the Game er, had retly shifted his is toward expl the i on his Rotom Phone.

  Determio attract followers and gain ooriety, Ishihara had retly posted a series of photos featuring the legendary statues of Dialga and Palkia. Along with the photos, he shared the lore surrounding the Twin Gods of Time and Space.

  As he had hoped, the post garnered signifit attention. The legends of Dialga, who goverime, and Palkia, who trolled space, captivated readers, and the ents se buzzed with enthusiasm.

  But that m, a dissenting ent disrupted the harmony. A izen asked if he knew of Giratina and cimed it was far superior to the Time and Space deities. Ishihara, a staunch believer iwin Gods' supremacy, was insed.

  Hailing from Celestic Town, Ishihara had grown up immersed in the lore of Dialga and Palkia. Their invincibility was a matter of pride. Fueled by vi, he replied:

  "Dialga trols time itself. It could revert Giratina to before it eveed! What could Giratina possibly do against that?"

  Ishihara waited for a rebuttal, but none came. The enter had gone silent. Smugly, Ishihara assumed his argument had left them speechless. "Hah, no eback? Guess I won that one," he muttered with a grin.

  But his self-satisfa was short-lived.

  As Ishihara smirked to himself, the bathroom light flickered ominously. A chilling gust of air swept across the room, sending shivers down his spiartled, Ishihara instinctively cmped his legs together and gnced around nervously.

  'What's going on? Is the light busted?' he thought.

  The flickering grew more erratic before the bulb finally gave out with a loud crack. Darkness ed the room.

  Then, in the mirror before him, two glowing crimson eyes pierced the shadows.

  Ishihara froze.

  "Ahhhhh! A ghost!" he shrieked, his voice crag. In his panic, he fot to pull up his pants and bolted toward the living room.

  But his escape was less than graceful. Tripping over his lowered pants, Ishihara tumbled to the ground with a heavy thud.

  Ba the mirriratina, the chaos from its per the Reverse World, snorted disdainfully.

  As Ishihara scrambled to his feet, he saw a swirling vortex materialize in the middle of his living room. His heart pounded as the vortex expanded, revealing a massive, terrifying Pokémon.

  A creature with pierg blood-red eyes, an aura of shadowy malevolence, and an overwhelming presence emerged from the swirling portal. Its colossal body radiated destru and power as it nded with a thud that shook the ground.

  Ishihara froze.

  "What... what is this?!" he stammered, his voice trembling.

  He had never entered su intimidating Pokémon before, and the way it stared at him sent shivers down his spi wasn't just big—it was looking at him with pure hostility. Ishihara's instincts screamed danger.

  Giratina stood before him, eyes glinting with malice. Uhe faint moonlight filtering through the window, it bared its fangs in a menag grin. Ishihara crumbled to the floor, paralyzed by fear.

  Suddenly, a familiar voice echoed through the room.

  "Giratina! Stop this right now!"

  Naoki and Koraidon burst through the vortex just before it closed. They arrived just in time to see Giratina charging a dark, pulsing orb of energy in its mouth—a Shadow Ball aimed directly at Ishihara.

  "Don't interfere, Naoki!" Giratina snarled, its voice resonating with fury. "This human dared to insult me. He must pay the price!"

  The Shadow Ball shot forward with devastating speed. Ishihara's eyes widened in terror as the attack closed in on him. His legs refused to move, and he braced for the worst.

  At the st sed, Koraidon leaped into the path of the attack. The Shadow Ball collided with Koraidon's sturdy frame, dissipating into a burst of dark energy. Koraidon staggered slightly but held firm, proteg Ishihara.

  Ishihara gasped, tears welling up in his eyes. He had been saved—by a Pokémon he didn't even know.

  Giratina's enraged roar filled the room.

  "Why are you stopping me, Naoki?! This human insulted me! ME!"

  Naoki stepped forward, his voice calm but firm.

  "He didn't mean to insult you, Giratina. He didn't know you existed—most humans don't. I'm sorry this happened, but I 't let you hurt someone over a misuanding. If anything, this is my fault fiving you the Rotom Phone."

  Giratina's chest heaved with anger, its shadowy aura intensifying. The words cut deep. It didn't want to hurt Naoki, its first human friend, but seeing Naoki stand with the human who humiliated it felt like betrayal.

  "You dare take his side over mine?!" Giratina roared, its voice filled with hurt and rage. "Very well, Naoki. If you won't stand with me, then bear wito my wrath!"

  Its crimson eyes locked onto Koraidon, who met Giratina's gaze with unwavering resolve. The air around them crackled with tension.

  In a blur, the two Pokémon shattered the window and shot into the night sky. They collided with explosive force above Celestic Town, sending shockwaves rippling through the air.

  Naoki's heart sank. He rushed to the window and looked up at the sky.

  In the night sky above Celestic Town, a crimson sphere of light, cshed violently with a swirling bck shadow. The two forces spiraled together in an intense aerial dance, rising higher and higher with each collision, their energy crag through the sky.

  This dazzling spectacle did not go unnoticed. The residents of Celestic Town gathered outside, their eyes glued to the chaotic dispy above.

  "Look! What's that up there?" a bystander excimed.

  "Are those Pokémon fighting?" another murmured, shading their eyes as they stared at the sky.

  "They're moving so fast!" someone observed, struggling to follow the battle with the naked eye.

  A man with a telescope gasped. "What kind of Pokémohose? I've never seen anything like this before!"

  Naoki stood by the window of Ishihara's apartment, his heart pounding.

  'Could Koraidon truly match Giratina in bat?' The question lingered in his mind as the battle raged on. He wanted desperately to interve was too far away to issue ands. Worse, he couldn't remind Koraidon not to use Fighting-type moves—pletely iive against Giratina's Ghost typing.

  Behind him, Ishihara scrambled to pull his pants ba, his mind rag with fear and fusion. He approached Naoki cautiously, his voice trembling. "W-What kind of Pokémon is that?!" he asked, pointing toward the glowing batants.

  Naoki didn't turn to face him. His voice was calm but firm as he answered, "That's Giratina, the izen yued with on the Forum. Your reply a, and now it's here."

  Ishihara blinked, stunned.

  'Wait...what?! Pokémon...use Rotom Phoo go online?'

  Naoki tinued, his toinged with gravity. "Giratina is a [God] of your Sinnion, born alongside Dialga and Palkia. While Dialga governs time and Palkia trols space, Giratina oversees the shadows of the world and ehe baween dimensions. It's as great a deity as they are."

  Naoki paused, gazing up at the sky. "But Giratina lives in the Distortion World, the reverse side of our reality. Unlike Dialga and Palkia, it rarely is with humans. It's a fotten god, overshadowed by its siblings. All it ever wanted was reition, the same reverence humans give to Dialga and Palkia. To be ignored...it only deepens its rese."

  Ishihara froze, his guilt mounting with every word. He couldn't process the absurdity of Pokémon using Rotom Phones or even Naoki's mysterious presence. All he knew was that his careless words had provoked this devastating situation.

  "I..." Ishihara stammered, uo finish his thought.

  Meanwhile, the aerial battle had reached its climax. Koraidon and Giratina cshed one final time, their opposing forces creating a massive explosion of light and shadow that illumihe eown. As the collision subsided, the two Pokemon began to plummet towards the ground.

  Naoki's heart sank. He turned from the window and sprioward the door, ready to rush to the battlefield. But without another Pokémon to help him, reag the site in time seemed impossible.

  Just then, Ishihara stepped forward, clutg a Poké Ball. "Use my Pokémon!" he excimed.

  He tossed the ball into the air, releasing two Pokémon: a Staraptor and a Murkrow.

  Naoki rode on Staraptor, while Ishihara followed closely on Murkrow. Both Pokémon soared through the sky, leading their riders to the battlefield where Koraidon and Giratina had fallen after their intense csh.

  They soon arrived on a vast pin just outside Celestic Town. The se that greeted them left Naoki speechless.

  Both Koraidon and Giratina stood on shaky legs, their bodies battered and bruised. Despite their injuries, they maintained a teandoff, her willing to show weakness.

  Naoki felt a surge of pride and disbelief.

  "Is Koraidon really this strong?" he thought. "It mao stand its ground against Giratina?"

  Koraidon turs head toward Naoki with a weary expressioing out a low, dejected growl.

  "Raao..."

  Uanding its emotions, Naoki walked over aly pced a hand on Koraidon's head. "You did great," he said with a reassuring smile.

  Turning his gaze to Giratina, Naoki hesitated. Giratina's blood-red eyes locked onto him, its expression unreadable.

  Naoki began to sider whether it was wise to let Giratina keep its Rotom Phohe device had allowed the Pokémon to cause this i in the first pce. If something simir happened again, the sequences could be far worse.

  But before he could say anything, Ishihara ran up, his face pale but determined.

  "I'm sorry!" Ishihara shouted, standing befiratina. He took a deep breath and bowed deeply.

  "This is all my fault! Before today, I didn't know about you or your role in maintaining the bance of the world. I was ignorant, and my words were careless. Please five me! I promise o act so recklessly again!"

  Giratina remained silent, its crimson gaze fixed on the groveling human. After a long pause, the imposing Pokémon turned away without a word. Ign Naoki and Koraidon, it opened a swirling vortex to the Distortion World. Its shadowy form slipped through the portal, followed by its anxious Rotom Phone.

  Then, the vortex slowly closed, leaving Naoki and Koraidon in the Sinnion far away from the Padia region.

  Naoki: "…"

  Koraidon: "..."

  Naoki patted the Pokémoly, cheg its injuries. "Let's get you healed up."

  He made his way to the Pokémoer iic Town, where Nurse Joy aeam worked diligently to treat Koraidon's wounds. O was fully recovered, Naoki climbed onto Koraidon's back, ready to return to the Paldea region. He was worried about Giratina and wao e wouldn't spiral further into rese.

  Before he could leave, Ishihara hesitated and called out to him.

  "Wait! Uh… what's your name?"

  Naoki turned back, meeting the man's gaze. Ishihara's curiosity was written all over his face.

  "You seem to know so much… about Sinnoh's legends, about Dialga, Palkia, and Giratina. Even the historians who study these myths don't know the things you've said. Who… who are you?"

  Naoki gave a faint smile. "My name is Naoki," he replied simply. "Aime, try to avoid unnecessary arguments online. Words have sequences."

  With that, he turned back to Koraidon.

  "Let's go," he said softly.

  "Raao!"

  Koraidon responded, leaping into the sky and flying out of the Sinnion.

  .....

  The battle in the skies over Celestic Town did not go unnoticed. The sight of two mysterious Pokémon g above the city quickly caught the attention of the Sinnoh League.

  The battle betweewo powerful Pokémon caused widespread pani Celestic Town.

  Under such tense circumstances, thia, the current Champion of the Sinnion, rushed to the city to iigate the situation.

  Unfortunately, her thh search yielded no crete answers.

  It wasn't until an eager resident named Ishihara approached her and reted the entire ihat she began to piece things together.

  "That Pokémon is Giratina," Ishihara expined early. "It was born at the same time as Dialga and Palkia. Giratina lives in the shadowy side of the world, maintaining band watg over that realm! I learhis from a mysterious man named Naoki! His Pokémon even fought Giratina in an intetle!"

  thia's eyes widened slightly at the mention of the name.

  'Naoki... Could it be the same Naoki she had met before?'

  Her thoughts drifted to the first time they had crossed paths at a prestigious dinner party in the Union.

  She recalled his quiet demeanor and subtle charisma. 'Could he really possess such profound knowledge of Sinnoh's a legends?'

  thia's mind wandered back to the a murals she had oudied in the ruins of Celestic Town.

  The murals hihat Sinnoh's divine legends weren't fio just Dialga and Palkia. However, despite years of research, thia had never uncovered definitive clues about this third figure.

  After careful sideration, thia decided she o visit the Paldea region herself.

  .....

  Meanwhile, Ishihara returo his newly rented home. His previous house, severely damaged during Giratina's dramatic appearance, was under repair and uninhabitable for the time being.

  Sitting ooilet in his temporary apartment, Ishihara opened his Rotom Phone and logged into the Pokémon forum.

  The heated ent thread under his inal post was still intact.

  Curious, Ishihara navigated to the profile of the at he Most Powerful Giratina in the World."

  The profile arse—pletely empty except for the username.

  Despite everything he had experienced, Ishihara found it hard to believe that a Pokémon, especially one as legendary as Giratina, could operate a Rotom Phone and surf the i. A, he couldn't deny the truth.

  Giratina, the legendary Pokémon from Sinnoh's legends, had wielded this at to i with the online world. A Pokémon once regarded as a god, born alongside Dialga and Palkia.

  Refleg on the absurdity of it all, Ishihara deleted his earlier offensive ent.

  Then, for reasons he couldn't quite expin, he clicked the Follow button on Giratina's profile.

  The follower t on "The Most Powerful Giratina in the World" jumped from 0 to 1.

  As he stared at the s, Ishihara couldn't help but chuckle nervously. "I guess… I'm the first fan of a god."

  ...

  I'll be uploading the five bonus chapters shortly! Keep those stones ing—we're holding strong at #2! Let's see if ush this all the way to #1! ????