33 Chapter 6

He was detained by the mayor of this city and given a room in the now nicest hotel in town. The former nicest one was destroyed by the widow's rampage. 300,000,000SLC was dropped in his account immediately. The recording of the widow in his pokédex and the catching of the Dryder had been proof enough. The door opened to his hotel and a lady dressed in black clothing, with red eyes, and a black dress walked in. She held an umbrella over her shoulder and a fan opened covering her face.

"Are you dressed for a funeral? Did someone die?" Bastion muttered. She glared at him keeping silent. "What is an envoy from Sanctuary doing here?" Bastion asked.

"I'm here on official business. The nightmare fleet flew me here your mother has taken residence in Sanctuary. She is quite powerful for a nightmare unique even. Shadow ball, dark bomb, and even a unique attack, Night's Bounty. To know her son became a tamer was disappointing. Many had hoped you would have been born a girl. A Tyrannodame was cloned just for the chance you would be a girl. But things change. I was sent to make sure you were alright. Now that I know you are, I'll go." The Goth said and turned around to leave. Bastion tossed a kunai implanting it between the doorframe.

A tyrannodame was a massive T-Rex pokégirl that could morph between the two forms. They also have a habit of going on rampages when in their T-rex form. Combined with their incredible strength and durability, they were hard to put down. Perhaps, tougher than the widow. Though nowhere near as deadly.

"Why was a widow here of all places? They don't just appear they are scouted and tracked. Their numbers are carefully tracked. The town should have been evacuated long before anything happened. Is Sanctuary behind this? Have you finally turned radical?" Bastion asked.

"If we have. What will you do?" The goth asked. Her tone was sarcastic. "Don't get me wrong you're impressive but slaying one widow doesn't make you the widow slayer ver2.0. Invading the dark continent has consequences all its own. You men won't go through all that trouble for one town." The goth said.

Bastion got up and stretched, things were getting hot and he liked it. There was an energy in the air that could only mean war. A world war potentially. He was sixteen nearing his prime. A war sounded like a great way to spend the next few years. A smile stretched across his face.

"I'll destroy you all myself. It won't take much. We men are great at war you could say, we created it." He made a few shadow clones. "I can easily match your numbers with myself. A few hundred thousand and we'll see who comes out on top." Bastion said. The color drained from the goth. She looked agonizingly weak in the knees. He could practically taste the blood in the water.

"That won't be necessary. We aren't behind this attack. We want independence for pokégirls this tragedy was counterproductive. The Blue league isn't the best place for pokégirls, but my sisters live well here. Your own mother was able to live independently. We aren't your enemy Bastion." The Goth said. "My name is Christine, if you ever need to contact the Sanctuary contact me." Christine said, and yanked his kunai free. She threw it back and he caught it before it could strike his chest. "I'll see you around Bastion." She walked out leaving him blue balled in more than one way.

The goth was probably a practitioner of magic in some form. Most were if they lived long enough, especially in sanctuary. In terms of the Naruto verse they were equal to a chunin in raw stats. A chunin will probably destroy them in a straight fight. The problem is their evolution. They retain the enhancements of their lower forms and add them to their evolution. That Goth was a sanctuary type. She won't become a Megumi and then a Demon Goddess. A Megumi from what Bastion could find was magically capable of destruction equal to a kage. A demon Goddess was almost low Bijuu level. Though he doubted they could bring their full power to bear or use it consistently.

He struck thoughts of the situation from his waking mind. Bastion would let it run in the background to revisit later. He had some taming to do.

Fortunately, his fight with the widow had satisfied his bloodlust for now. Too much of a good thing wasn't good for him after all. Holding his dryder's pokéball, he thought about calling her out. He had named her Gwen because she had orange hair. Gwen felt like a very Irish name, and Irish people often had red hair. He decided to save her for last.