Instead of retreating to their tents like they had in previous nights, they both y down on their bs, gazing at the vast starry sky above. her of them spoke of it directly, but they both kheir jourogether was ing to an end. Travelers always face farewells. Both Larry and Menchi were aware of this truth, ae only knowing each other for less than a week, they had shared experiehat would leave a sting impact.

  As they y side by side uhe stars, they reminisced and shared their dreams. Menchi talked about her childhood—growing up in a small vilge led deep in the mountains, surrounded by wild game and the natural beauty of the world. Her vilge survived by hunting, and she had learrag and hunting teiques at an early age.

  Larry listened ily, drawing parallels between her and Gon—endlessly curious about the world around her, yet entirely devoted to the pursuit of gourmet excellence. From hunting os as a child to handling rare, high-css ingredients, Menchi’s passion had grown stronger over time. It was clear to Larry—she wasn’t just talented; she was born for this.

  In turn, Larry spoke about his own goals—how he wao travel freely, experieng different cultures and indulging in the world's most delicious foods. He eveiohe Dark ti, his eyes gleaming with excitement at the thought of venturing into the unknown. For Larry it’s more than just expl the mystery. Sihe author never wrote it, he might as well go check it with his own eyes. Uhe flickering light of the campfire, his profile appeared calm, yet his deep-set eyes revealed an adventurer's longing. “One day... I’ll go there.” Larry's words, spoken so casually, left a deep impression on Menchi.

  That night, versation flowed naturally between them, as if there were ehings to talk about. They chatted until exhaustion finally took them into sleep.

  Time passed on, at undisclosed city Airport Terminal. Standihe b gate, Larry smiled as he waved at Menchi. “Well, this is it. Hope your food venture goes well,” he said casually.

  Menchi adjusted her backpack, her expression soft but determined. “Thanks, Larry. And remember, I owe you a trip to the Gourmet Paradise.”

  Larry grinned. “Looking forward to it.” After aire week spent together in the harsh desert, the moment of departure felt strangely quiet.

  Menchi was heading to her destination in searore rare ingredients, while Larry po stick around the Gordeau Desert a little longer—his Pokémress bar still had room to fill. As Menchi boarded the airship, Larry watched her until she disappeared from view, then stretched zily. “Finally... a real hotel bed,” he muttered to himself, heading off toward the city.

  Seated by the window of the airship, Menchi gazed out at the vast sky filled with white clouds. Despite their parting, she felt fident that their paths would cross again. Deep down, she wao ask Larry if he would sider being her food-hunting partner. But in the end, she decided against it. ‘It’s too soon t that up... I’ll just wait for the right time.’ With a small smile, she closed her eyes and rexed as the airship soared toward her adventure.

  A month had passed since Larry sent Menchi off at the airport. The vast expanse of Gordeau Desert stretched endlessly uhe moonlight, a barren, silent wastend. The only source of light was the moon, casting its silvery glow over the dunes. Larry stood aloement brimming in his eyes. After more than a month of waiting, the Pokémress bar in his mind had finally reached its end.

  Ever since Menchi’s departure, Larry had remained in Mardiya City, avoiding any further desert treks. His experieh the Pale Fang Scorpion had drained his enthusiasm for wandering through endless dunes with nothing but sand for pany. The monotony of it all had been mind-numbing.

  Instead of traveling to other cities, he chose to stay put, enjoying the city's forts while letting time take its course. However, his patience was about to pay off. The pletion of the progress bar also firmed something for him—Pokémon don’t necessarily o be bred at the exact ter of an enviro. Had that been the case, he would have been deep in the heart of Gordeau Desert instead of fortably waiting iskirts. Now, another question lingered in his mind—‘What type of Pokémon would be born from su enviro?’ sidering the desert terrain, Larry guessed it would likely be a Ground-type or Rock-type Pokémon.

  "Pokémon successfully bred!" The moment the notification sounded, a blinding white light erupted from a small sand dune in front of him.

  Larry’s heart pounded with anticipation as the light wriggled and expanded, slowly taking shape. tless Pokémon silhouettes fshed through his mind. ‘Could it be Onix? Flygon? Or maybe...’

  Before he could specute further, the sand around him began to stir violently. A fierce whirlwind formed at the ter of the light, lifting grains of sand into the air and swirling them inting sandstorm. The storm intensified, spreading outward in a wide radius, engulfing everything in its path. Larry’s eyes widened in realization. "This... this is a Sand Stream ability!"

  There were only a handful of Pokémon capable of summoning a sandstorm upon appearahe sheer size of the swirling light, bined with the rising iy of the storm, left him with only one possible clusion. ‘Could it really be...?!’ As if answering his thoughts, the white light suddenly burst apart, revealing a t figure within.

  "ROARRR!!" A deep, earth-shaking roar echoed through the desert, vibrating the very air around him. The Pokémon that emerged stood tall, its dark green armor-like body gleaming uhe moonlight with a metallic sheen. Its massive, tank-like frame exuded raw power and authority.

  Sharp, jagged spikes jutted from its back, and its crimson eyes gleamed with a terrifying iy. The thick smoke it exhaled hi the overwhelming strength tained within. It looked every bit like the Godzil of the Pokémon world—majestic, imposing, and undeniably dominant. Larry’s eyes sparkled with excitement. "Tyranitar!" He could hardly tain his grin. This was exactly the Pokémon he had been hoping for.

  pared to other potential Pokémon like Onix or Flygon, Tyranitar stood in a league of its own—an absolute powerhouse. Larry had always been a fan of using Tyranitar in sandstorm teams back when he pyed petitively. For him, no other Pokémon could match the sheer presend raw power of Tyranitar. It was one of the few non pseudo-legendary Pokémon, sharing the honor only with Metagross. While many trainers obsessed over Dragon-types, Larry always believed in Tyranitar’s unmatched potential.

  ***Species: TyranitarType: [Data Unavaible]Ability: [Data Unavaible]Strength Rank: A-Known Moves: Tackle (Additional data unavaible)Description: Data insuffit. Further observation required to unlock full entry.***

  ‘A-tier strength right off the bat?!’ Both Gardevoir and Gengar had only reached A-tier strength after months of training and evolutioyranitar had been born at this level without any enha.