"How did the Snowy Forest turn into such a mess overnight?"
Dressed in his winter coat, Summer rubbed his forehead in exasperation. Before him, four factions of Pokémon were locked in a chaotic power struggle, each refusing to back down. Battles had already broken out multiple times, even knocking down a few trees in the process.
Normally, Summer wouldn't interfere with Pokémon competing for dominance. But now that their fight was damaging the forest, he had no choice but to step in.
These Pokémon had remained hidden all this time, yet the moment he sent Hop off, four powerful leaders suddenly emerged overnight, each rallying their own forces to claim this icy territory.
The Froslass faction, backed by a swarm of Snorunt, had shed their usual timid nature and grown unexpectedly aggressive.
The Mamoswine faction was the smallest in numbers, consisting only of a few Swinub and a single Piloswine, but its sheer size gave it a significant advantage.
The Galarian Darmanitan faction, the most strategic of the four, was constantly scheming. Its army of Galarian Darumaka spread chaos, and it wasn't afraid to shift into Zen Mode, using its Fire-type advantage to overwhelm its opponents.
Lastly, the Abomasnow faction, the third largest, harbored a deep grudge against the Darumaka horde. After all, those little troublemakers would do anything for Bounsweet's fruit.
Meanwhile, the rest of the Ice-types in the forest?
They were just watching.
Whoever won, they'd simply accept as their leader.
Summer sighed. "Alright, can you all calm down for a moment?"
Froslass sneered, its gaping mouth letting out a sharp cry, while the Snorunt behind it chattered noisily.
Mamoswine snorted loudly, raising its massive tusks with a proud and defiant glare.
Galarian Darmanitan glanced left, then right, sizing up the competition before casually forming a snowball in its paw, tossing it up and down with an air of disinterest.
Abomasnow, arms crossed, remained silent, eyes closed, refusing to acknowledge Summer's presence.
But then, one of the nearby Snover hesitantly nudged its leader, whispering something. Abomasnow's expression softened slightly, its violet eyes scanning Summer before it let out a low grunt and sat down in the snow, signaling it was at least willing to listen.
Summer crossed his arms. "So you don't want to back down, huh? Then tell me—what would make you listen?"
Three voices rang out in unison:
"Defeat us!"
Summer exhaled. "I see. Then, Ogerpon—it's your turn."
"Bo!"
Ogerpon handed Summer its scarf before reaching into its bag, pulling out the Hearthflame Mask.
The moment the mask settled onto its face, Ogerpon's spectral aura ignited—burning crimson flames coiled around its Thorned Club.
For a split second, the three leaders instinctively stepped back.
Fire-types were their natural weakness.
But as their gazes flickered toward their respective factions, they quickly steeled themselves.
They would not be intimidated.
Mamoswine smirked. It had a Ground typing—what was there to fear?
Galarian Darmanitan cracked its knuckles, its expression twisting into something wild. As long as it activated Zen Mode, its Fire typing would neutralize the threat.
And Froslass? It was simply too reckless to care.
Summer turned to his Rillaboom. "I'll leave Mamoswine to you."
Rillaboom slammed its drum into the snow with a resounding thud, activating Grassy Terrain.
Across the battlefield, Galarian Darmanitan took a deep breath.
Then—
Smack!
It struck its own chest with a brutal Brick Break, coughing up invisible blood as its pupils vanished into darkness. The embedded ice crystal on its head ignited, spewing out flickering flames. Its limbs retracted, only to re-emerge as blazing fists.
The frost that once coated its fur melted away, revealing burning orange heat cores in its chest.
Now in Zen Mode, Galarian Darmanitan bared its fangs in a wild grin.
A transformation like that would normally be intimidating.
But Ogerpon?
It simply raised an unimpressed brow.
Oh? So you can change forms?
Yeah. Well, so can I.
Brilliant Tera crystals flared to life around Ogerpon.
A monstrous spectral mask shattered the ice beneath its feet as ghostly embers flared to life around it, burning even hotter than before.
The Darumaka horde froze, their celebration cut short.
"...Bo."
With a mighty swing, Ogerpon's burning club slammed into Galarian Darmanitan's head, crushing the ice atop its crown.
For a brief moment, the Fire-type tried to push back—
But it was nothing compared to Ogerpon's raging inferno.
In an instant, its Zen Mode snuffed out.
It crashed into the snow, unconscious, limbs sprawled out like a discarded doll.
The Darumaka army fell silent.
Ogerpon blinked, tilting its head.
"...Bo?"
Wait. That's it?
I thought this guy was supposed to be strong.
On the other side of the battlefield, Rillaboom was wrapping up its own fight.
With a single Grassy Glide, it closed the distance—
And with a single Wood Hammer, Mamoswine's enormous frame was sent flying.
The massive mammoth landed with an earth-shaking crash, buried under a fresh pile of snow.
The only one left was Froslass.
It immediately turned to flee.
But its Snorunt underlings grabbed onto it, screaming.
"Boss, please—DON'T! We'll just lose anyway!"
Froslass hesitated.
Then—
A searing impact cracked against its skull.
Its body hit the ground like a ragdoll.
Ogerpon sighed, shaking its head.
"Geez. Turns out, we're all just trash."
Meanwhile, Abomasnow sat off to the side, watching in horror.
It gulped.
If I had fought… I'd have been first to get my skull cracked open, huh?
It turned toward Snover, eyes filled with deep gratitude.
"Thank you for stopping me, my friend."
"Alright." Summer clapped his hands. "No need to be afraid. Now, hold still while I patch you up."
He pulled out a few healing sprays and tended to the fallen leaders, sighing.
"See? If you'd just listened, none of this would've happened. You guys are seriously the most stubborn Pokémon I've ever met..."
The three defeated leaders awkwardly averted their gazes, thoroughly humbled.
"Now, since you're finally willing to listen, let's settle this properly."
Summer turned to Abomasnow.
"You're the new leader of the Snowy Forest."
Abomasnow froze.
What?!
It barely had time to process before Summer continued.
"Don't look so shocked. You read the situation right and avoided a pointless fight. That's the kind of leader this place needs."
The other three frowned, clearly displeased.
Summer smirked.
"But the position isn't permanent. You'll all rotate leadership weekly."
The three immediately brightened.
"Oh, well, in that case—great plan!"
"And," Summer added, his tone sharp, "anyone who abuses their power will be permanently removed from leadership."
The four Pokémon glanced at one another.
Then—
"Obviously, that won't be me."
"Right? Right. I'm clearly the best choice."
"If anyone messes up, they'll be punished—by me!"
Summer smirked.
Just another normal day in Sunset Forest.
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