Speaker 1: Once upon a time, in the peaceful heart of the
Joto region, two magnificent wooden towers reached high into the
clear blue sky. They were built as a beautiful symbol
of friendship between the Earth and the heavens. The tallest
and most beautiful of them, the Brass Tower, was surrounded
by lush, green gardens, where many while Pokemon loved to
gather and play during the warm spring afternoons. On one
particularly sunny day, three inseparable friends were enjoying a joyful
game of hide and seak near the base of the
massive towers. There was a brave and energetic Pikachu, a
curious and gentle Bulbosar, and a small, playful Vopex with
soft orange fur. They had spent the entire morning running
through the tall grass and laughing under the shade of
the ancient trees. One two, three. The little Bobosor counted
softly with its eyes closed, its green vines twitching with excitement.
Pikachu quickly dashed behind a large stone lantern while Vulpis
looked around for the perfect secret hiding spot. Suddenly, Volpis
noticed that the heavy wooden doors of the Brass Tower
were slightly Ajar. Thinking it was the ultimate place to
win the game, the little Fox slipped inside the cool,
dark halls, not wanting be left behind. Pikachu followed right after,
and soon the three friends were climbing the ancient wooden stairs,
giggling and exploring the vast, mysterious floors of the tower.
They were so busy playing that they didn't notice the
sun disappearing behind a wall of heavy, dark clouds. But
nature is as unpredictable as it is beautiful. Without warning,
a massive and terrifying storm violently rolled over the peaceful city.
The sky turned an angry, unnatural shade of purple. A blinding,
deafening flash of yellow lightning struck the very top of
the brass tower right above with the three friends were
huddled together the ancient dry with instantly caught fire. The
flames roared with devastating fury, spreading rapidly downward and trapping
the three small pokemon in the highest corner of the building.
They called out for help, their voices lost in the
roaring wind, but the fierce fire was far too intense
for any wild creature to approach. For three long days
and three long nights, the magnificent tower burned brightly, illuminating
the dark sky with a tragic, sorrowful light. Finally, a
sudden and heavy downpour rain fell from the heavens, completely
extinguish the flames, but it was too late. The majestic
Tower was reduced to a charred, ruined shell, and the
three little friends were gone. The wild Pokemon of the
region gathered around the smoking ruins, hanging their heads in
deep sorrow. The tragedy seemed absolute, but the Jatto region
is a place of profound magic and ancient miracles. As
the dark clouds slowly parted, a brilliant and glowing rainbow
stretched across the entire sky. From the very center of
the colorful arc, a breathtaking figure gracefully descended. It was
a legendary ho Oh Pokemon. Its massive wings shimmered in
seven brilliant colors, scattering, sparkling and glowing ash that felt
warm and company over the cold, wet ground. The magnificent
hole Pokemon did not just watch the sorrow from above.
It landed gently in the center of the charred ashes.
It possessed a pure and divine power that no other
creature held. The absolute power of resurrection. The majestic bird
let out a beautiful and melodic cry that echoed to
the quiet city. It spread its glowing rainbow wings and
a brilliant, blinding golden light, completely engulf the ruined remains
of a tower. From the ashes, three massive and powerful
shadows began to rise. The legendary ho O Pokemon had
not only brought the small friends back to life, it
completely transformed them into something majestic, gifting them the very
powers of nature that had destroyed their home. The first
beast stepped forward, its fur now golden and crackling with
wild electricity. It was Reiku, the physical embodiment of the
fierce lightning. The second bee roared, its main flowing like
a dense and heavy cloud of smoke and fire. It
was Antii, the burning embodiment of the flames. Finally, the
third beast stepped out of light, moving with absolute and
elegant grace, leaving a trail of pure water. It was Suicun,
the gentle embodiment of the rain. The three legendary protectors
looked up at their creator with profound respect and eternal loyalty.
With a final and thunderous roar, they turned and ran
with blinding speed in different directions, destined to roam the
earth and protect the innocent forever. Its miraculous work completely finished,
the Rainbow Bird took to the skies once again, disappearing
into the colorful clouds. The burn Tower remained as a
permanent monument to the tragedy, but the legend of the
resurrection became a timeless beacon of hope, proving that even
after the darkest storms, a powerful and beautiful new life
can always begin.