The power is unmistakable, beams of light flash the sky in a frenzy of attacks, each orb bustling with power as it flares off and onto the ground before fading into the air as the aura vanishes.

Mew and Mewtwo are aiming friendly fires at one another, shooting and hitting from the sky merely to entertain themselves. Albeit the fight is aggressive, there no malice lives in their intentions.

As a Pokemon trainer aiming to be the most powerful of them all, of course you seek out the most powerful of Pokemon. From your position on the ground, you can already see the potential in the two, not like they need training. Though Mew remains powerful as ever, your eyes are feasted on Mewtwo.

Mewtwo, the worlds most powerful Pokemon, aside from Arceus—whom of which is your goal after Mewtwo.

Mew is quick to notice you as the two recoil from each other to breathe, their forms panting from exhaustion, and Mew shuts it's eyes and dissapears in an instant. Mewtwo stares at where Mew once was before slowly, calmly turning himself around, his gaze falling onto you. His tail swishes like that of a curious cat before lowering himself from the sky, his feet delicately landing onto the Rocky terrain as though he weighs nothing. He stares at you for a moment, taking in your appearance, your aura and what he senses off of you.

"What reason do you belong here?" He asks telepathically. His voice isn't real, it's not there, but it simply exists, in your mind that is.

Within seconds, he flashes power before disappearing from sight and popping up in front of you, staring down at you, deadpan eyes.

"And you may state your name with that." He knows your name, knows who you are—though you've never met. He knows what's in your head. He knows what your here to do.