"I have one mission for you: kill him."
A voice from the dark issued the command.
She lowered her head—and vanished without a sound.
A moment later, she reappeared beneath the cover of night. Gazing down at his photo, she muttered:
"This one's going to be dangerous... and interesting. Killing another 'hero' might be amusing."
Looking at his smiling face—so bright, so unaware—traveling with that Pikachu... it filled her with disgust.
That innocence wasn’t pure. To her, it was filthy. A lie. A weapon.
"Let’s begin, then."
---
This world is filled with strange creatures known as Pokémon—living alongside humans.
But this story is not about harmony.
It’s about domination.
When light shines too brightly, it casts a deeper shadow.
Her story begins in that shadow.
---
She has no name. Only a designation.
A mercenary with no mercy—one who kills people and Pokémon alike.
She doesn’t use Pokéballs. She has no partner. Or rather, she has no need for one.
Only one thing travels with her: Ditto.
But this is no ordinary Ditto.
---
Ditto is an artificial Pokémon, modified through forbidden science.
A failed experiment to create the strongest Pokémon left behind this... byproduct.
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It survives by consuming flesh—absorbing the DNA of both humans and Pokémon.
Over time, Ditto stopped being a creature.
Now, it's a tool.
And that's all she calls it.
---
"Hey, tool. We’re being watched. You see it?"
"Understood."
Ditto transformed into a Pidgey and took flight.
It soared, silent and invisible, until it landed—on the head of a sniper positioned far away.
He never reacted.
"Eat him."
Ditto reverted to its original form—and devoured the man’s skull in seconds.
Screams. Silence. Digestion. Return.
---
"Who was he with?" she asked.
Ditto blinked, then replied,
"Team Rocket Recon Unit."
"So, if I fail to kill the target, I become a target, too. Nothing’s changed," she muttered.
---
She is a mercenary. Not a famous one, not a respected one—just effective.
She rejected the world’s rules: the honor of Pokémon battles, the pride of trainers.
They called her a monster.
She called it survival.
"Find and destroy the Core of this world. That is your only purpose."
Her designation was simple:
[Type: MN]
---
Her phone rang in the darkness.
She didn’t need to check the caller. She already knew.
She answered with calm disdain.
"Apologies. Got delayed. Some pest got in the way."
The voice on the line came from Dark Town—a haven of mercenaries.
The caller: Karen.
"Let me guess. Another contract gone wrong?" Karen asked.
"It wasn’t a rival. It was the client. They tried to shoot me—with bullets laced with a neurotoxin called Toxic. One hit would've killed me instantly."
Ditto, now resting on her shoulder, was still analyzing the projectile.
Karen hissed.
"They paid up front and still sent a hitman? What the hell kind of mission is this?"
"I think... the target is close to the Core."
There was silence. Then Karen asked,
"You always talk about that I won’t tell the others. Just tell me. Who is your target?"
MN’s voice was ice.
"Pokémon World Champion. Ash."
---
This world is a lie.
They say it’s about friendship between trainers and Pokémon.
But from the start, Pokéballs were built to contain them.
Behind every rising hero are discarded creatures, failed experiments, and buried eggs.
Some are bought. Some are bred. Others are broken.
Ash became the champion of this world.
MN became the survivor of its rot.
---
She returned to Dark Town black market.
There, the black market thrived:
Illegal Pokémon. Mutated eggs. Weapons disguised as Pokéballs.
Even devices that could trap humans.
In the underworld, nothing was sacred.
---
She entered a dark room lit by flickering monitors. Her hacker, Hex, awaited.
"Hex. Got a job. Pays well. You in?"
Hex scanned the file and paled.
"Are you insane?! You’re going after the World Champion?!
This isn’t a contract—it’s suicide!"
MN smiled faintly.
"All I need from you: Fake Pokédex. Fake Trainer ID. Media trail.That’s it."
Hex worked fast, trembling as he handed her the files.
"Good luck. After this, I never knew you."
"As always," MN replied.
And she know he will call her back.
---
The Dark Town Pub was quiet.
Mercenaries muttered as she passed.
"She’s fifteen. And she reeks of blood."
"No. That’s what’s scary. She never spills blood on herself.
But her presence—her aura—it smells like death."
"Wasn't she the one who created human-capture Pokéballs? She’s not human. She’s a damn monster."
Karen brought her a glass of milk.
"You okay?"
MN drank it in one breath.
"I'm used to it. But I’m going far. We might not meet again."
Karen handed her a cap and sunglasses.
In disguise, she looked... almost normal.
"Good luck, MN. No—good luck, Mina."
---
She boarded the ship to Kanto.
Ditto, now a scarf around her neck, asked,
"Should I track him?"
"No need," MN said.
"I already know where he is."
The sun set. But she couldn’t sleep.
'The plan is simple. Threaten the Champion. Become Champion myself. Then find the Core—and destroy it.'
---
Ditto hesitated.
"You okay? Most of your body is me now. You're reaching your limits..."
She stared at the dark horizon, her eyes glowing faintly.
"I don’t care. I’ve already lost everything. My first Pokémon. My first friend. The nightmares started in Kanto. Let them end there, too."
---
The ship arrived.
She stepped into the land of contradiction.
"Where I go now... will decide if I destroy, or gone all destroyed."
Days later, she stood in Lavender Town, at a nameless grave.
She placed a single white gypsophila on the soil.
"Bulbasaur. My first Pokémon.My first friend."
"Rest in peace.I will finish this I promise."
To set a trap for the light, she moved without hesitation.
