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Area Two, Northern Province, Paldea

The day was bleeding into evening as Nemona and company trailed after Carmen and the two grunts, moving carefully through the thickening trees until the path opened up into a bamboo forest. The towering bamboo stalks stretched high above them, their slender green trunks packed close together, casting dappled patches of light onto the forest floor. The air felt dense, heavy with the scent of leaves and earth, and the soft rustling of bamboo swaying in the breeze was the only sound, creating a strange sense of quiet anticipation.

“Personally, I feel like this biome is so random,” Aliquis muttered as they moved deeper into the bamboo grove.

“It’s an invasive species, the bamboo,” Arven muttered, wincing as the undergrowth grew thicker here, with vines curling around the bases of the bamboo and patches of moss carpeting the ground. Shadows played tricks on the eyes, and the bamboo, shifting gently, seemed to lean closer, as if curious about the strangers treading its paths. The botanist did not like it one bit. 

“Shh!” Penny hissed.

Up ahead, they saw Carmen and her recruits slow down, gesturing toward a clearing in the bamboo. The group crouched low, peeking out from behind the cover of the thick bamboo to get a closer look. There, at the center of the clearing, was a massive Slaking—a hulking creature, half-reclined, with its limbs sprawled in an almost careless pose, eyes closed as if in deep sleep. But something was distinctly different about this Pokémon: its entire body glistened with a crystalline sheen, a crown-like symbol hovering over its head, casting prismatic light in all directions.

Arven’s eyes widened, his jaw dropping. “A wild Terastallized Pokémon… out here in the open?”

Goh, peeking over Arven’s shoulder, tried not to whistle. “Aren’t they usually in, like, caves? Or that big crater thing?” He looked at all of them, “What’s it doing here ?”

“Yeah…” Arven just shook his head, his words dropping to a low murmur, his brow furrowed. “This isn’t normal. They’re Terastallizing anywhere now? How’s that even possible?”

Penny adjusted her glasses, her gaze fixed on the Slaking. “I don’t think now’s the right time to start a scientific inquiry.”

In the clearing, Carmen signaled to the two nervous recruits, who were now visibly trying to steel themselves. They moved cautiously, spreading out to form a wide circle around the Terastallized Slaking, their stances low and controlled. Carmen took her place across from them, her Primeape by her side, both watching the Slaking intently.

Slaking’s crystalline form shimmered in the filtered sunlight, casting rainbow-like reflections on the bamboo surrounding it. Its eyes remained closed, its chest rising and falling with deep, steady breaths as if still fast asleep. Despite its seemingly dormant state, there was a coiled tension in its body, as if it were ready to explode into action at any second.

Carmen raised her hand, her voice steady but low, instructing her recruits. “Remember, stay in position. Don’t let it out of the circle. If it wakes up, we need to be ready to contain it.”

The two recruits, though visibly nervous, nodded, each releasing a Pokémon to aid them—a Medicham and a Hitmonlee. They kept their Pokémon in defensive stances, eyes glued to the Slaking’s hulking, crystal-coated form.

Arven leaned forward, an anxious frown on his lips. “I wonder if they know how dangerous a wild Terastallized Pokémon can be…they’re unstable.” Beside him, Mabostiff let out a soft whine.

The group continued to watch as Carmen’s Primeape crouched low, its eyes never leaving the Slaking. Carmen gestured, and her assistants tightened their circle, inching closer to the beast. But the Slaking’s body remained motionless, still in its apparent slumber, the radiant light of its Terastal form glinting off its fur like a warning beacon.

Bonnie glanced at Dedenne and then whispered, “I don’t know you guys, but Slaking doesn’t look too asleep to me…”

Arven’s voice was barely a whisper, his expression pale. “They’re not actually going to attack that thing, are they?”

“Definitely looks like they are…” Penny narrowed her eyes as if trying to assess Team Star’s intentions, her mind working to figure out what exactly was going on.

Aliquis shook his head in disbelief. “But… why?”

Nemona couldn’t hold back any longer. Watching the tension in the clearing, she felt a sudden urge to jump in, to get answers. They were about to battle a Terastallized Slaking, of all things, and she wanted to know why on earth they’d risk it. Without another thought, she sprang up from their hiding place and marched toward the clearing, waving a hand to get their attention.

“Hey! What’s going on?” she called out, cutting through the quiet. “Get away from that Pokémon!” On her shoulder, Pawmo also squeaked, demanding answers.

From behind her, Penny practically slapped her own face. “Why didn’t we think about tying her to a tree?”

“Tying her with what?” Aliquis sweatdropped, “We don’t have steel-link chains…”

Carmen spun around, eyes narrowing in confusion, her expression unreadable. Her Primeape and the two recruits turned as well, looking equally startled. The first grunt—a girl wearing a star-stickered violet helmet—glanced nervously between Carmen and Nemona’s group.

“Uh, Carmen?” she asked, a growl forming on her lips.

Carmen held up a hand, eyes locked on Nemona. “Um, and what are you doing here?”

But before Nemona could answer, a deep rumbling growl vibrated through the clearing. They all turned just in time to see Slaking stir, its massive arms shifting as its eyes cracked open. The crystalline Tera Shell coating its body caught the faint light seeping through the overcast sky, sending fractured rainbow glints across the forest. The Slaking’s eyes, normally lazy and half-lidded, were wide open now, gleaming with a dangerous intensity. It seemed more annoyed than groggy, the look in its eyes sharp with anger at being disturbed from its slumber.

The second grunt, the male recruit with the Hitmonlee, shot a panicked look at Nemona. “Now you’ve done it!”

“Hey!” The first grunt did a double take from behind her Medicham, “is that la presidenta ?”

Carmen’s lips began to form a sneer, her starry glasses flashing towards the now fully awake Slaking. “Everyone, watch out! This Slaking is known to be violent; it’s been bothering a lot of trainers passing through this route.” She took a steadying breath, then nodded to her Primeape. “Get ready… Remember, we’re just trying to shatter its Tera Shell.”

The Slaking rose slowly to its feet, its towering form looming over them as it flexed its massive arms, muscles bulging with untapped energy. Then, with a roar, it smashed its fists into the ground, sending shockwaves through the clearing that nearly knocked everyone off their feet.

“Primeape, go! Arm Thrust!” Carmen shouted, extending a hand, and her Primeape leapt forward, landing a solid punch against the Tera Shell. The sound of impact echoed through the clearing, but the crystal coating merely shimmered, barely scratched.

Slaking turned its heavy head, glaring at Primeape, and in a flash, it lashed out with a thunderous swing. Primeape dodged, rolling to the side just in time to avoid the blow, which struck the ground and left a crater in its wake. Slaking was like a force of nature, each movement slow yet devastatingly powerful, its built-up energy surging out in sudden, terrifying bursts.

“Medicham, use Low Sweep!” one of the grunts called, and Medicham darted in, aiming for Slaking’s legs. It managed to strike the Pokémon’s knee, causing Slaking to stagger, but the Tera Shell absorbed much of the impact, dulling the force of the attack. Slaking bellowed in frustration, swinging a fist that narrowly missed Medicham as it darted back out of range.

Goh watched, wide-eyed. “That Tera Shell is really tough. They’re barely making a dent!”

Arven clenched his fists, his eyes darting between Slaking and the Team Star group. “If they’re not careful, one good hit from that thing could send someone flying.”

Nemona’s eyes sparkled with fierce determination as she reached for her Poké Ball. “Well, then we just have to help them break it!” She tossed the ball, and in a flash, her Lycanroc materialized beside her, bracing her paws against the ground, eyes locked onto the Terastallized Slaking with an intense gaze. Nemona then glanced at the others, brows raised, expectantly.

“Why do you always look like you’ve had ten cups of coffee whenever you’re about to battle?” Penny muttered, but nodded—a serious look on her face as she summoned her Vaporeon, whose sleek body shimmered as it took its place in the lineup. 

Without hesitation, Arven motioned his trusted Mabosstiff forward; the canine issued forth a low growl and took a defensive stance. Goh grinned, already full of adrenaline, as he sent out Cinderace, who landed with a confident bounce, ready for action. 

“If this thing throws us halfway across the forest, I’m blaming Nemona.” Aliquis just sighed, releasing his Meowscarada, who twirled into a ready stance, leaves swirling around her in anticipation.

Beside Nemona, Bonnie clenched her fists, Dedenne hopping off her shoulder and onto the ground beside Pawmo, both Pokémon puffing up, ready to back up their friends if needed.

Meanwhile, Carmen’s eyebrows shot up as she glanced at the sudden influx of trainers and Pokémon, clearly unimpressed. “Are you… all planning to get flattened by a Terastallized Slaking?”

Nemona grinned, unfazed. “Only if it can catch us!”

Before Carmen could respond, Slaking let out a thunderous roar, eyes narrowing in annoyance as it eyed the encircling Pokémon. It looked every bit like a grumpy giant troll woken from a nap.

Carmen and her two grunts exchanged quick nods, rallying their own Pokémon. Carmen’s Primeape beat its chest, wild energy radiating from its eyes, while the grunts’ Hitmonlee and Medicham took their positions, their stances focused, each muscle tense and ready to spring.

The Team Star leader didn’t waste a second. She took charge, her stance clear and commanding. “Everyone, positions! We need to work together to keep it from landing a direct hit.”

Nemona couldn’t help but assert herself, “That’s what I was about to say!”

The Team Star leader just ignored her with a leer before returning her attention to the battle. “Primeape, go in with Close Combat!” she called out, pointing to the Slaking.

Primeape dashed forward, fists flying as it pummeled Slaking’s side, each punch landing with resounding force. Slaking roared, its body absorbing the hits like a wall of muscle. It retaliated, swinging its massive arm down in a Hammer Arm that smashed into the ground where Primeape had been just a second before. The impact left a crater, sending chunks of earth flying. The two other Team Star grunts shouted as Hitmonlee and Medicham, about to attack nearby, were sent backwards by the force.

Nemona’s eyes glinted with excitement. “Alright, Lycanroc, vamos ! Use Accelerock!”

Lycanroc lunged in a blur of speed, hitting Slaking with a swift, rock-hard strike to its side, making Slaking grunt as it stumbled. Slaking’s eyes flashed, and it immediately countered with a Mega Kick, swinging its leg around with alarming speed for such a massive Pokémon. Lycanroc barely dodged, skidding back to regain her footing.

Goh stepped up, fire in his eyes. “Cinderace, use Pyro Ball! Let’s heat things up!”

Cinderace spun, summoning a blazing orb of fire, then kicked it with precision. The Pyro Ball exploded against Slaking’s chest, sending up a burst of flames. Slaking snorted, brushing off the hit like it was an itch, and shot a death glare at Cinderace.

Goh groaned. “Why do I feel like that only made it more angry?”

With a roar, Slaking charged forward, swinging another brutal Hammer Arm toward Cinderace.

“Watch out!” the cityboy shouted, but the Slaking was smart—feinting with one arm only to connect with the other at Cinderace’s blind side, sending the Fire-Type flying and splintering through rows of bamboo. Goh and Grookey, watching at his shoulder, winced. 

Penny’s eyes were sharp behind her glasses. With a quick nod to her Vaporeon, she called, “Hydro Pump, Vaporeon!”

Vaporeon inhaled, launching a powerful blast of water that collided with Slaking, dousing it from head to toe. For a brief second, Slaking looked more confused than anything, as if wondering why it was suddenly wet. Then, with a rumbling growl, it turned, zeroing in on Vaporeon with a grumpy intensity.

“Yup, definitely more angry,” Goh muttered, taking a step back beside Penny while Cinderace tried to recover.

In its rage, Slaking prepared to retaliate against Vaporeon with a massive Counter, its entire body pivoting with shocking speed to deliver a full on body check on the Water-Type. 

“Help Vaporeon out, Meowscarada—Leaf Storm!” Aliquis flexed his fingers out towards the scene, his body tense. The grassy feline flicked her wrist, and a storm of leaves whirled through the air, momentarily blinding Slaking and giving Vaporeon time to dodge the Sleeping Pokémon’s lumbering frame. Meanwhile, Meowscarada’s leaves continued to hit like shrapnel, causing Slaking to growl in pain as they cut through its thick shell—which finally started to crack.

Nemona cheered, her grin widening. “We’re wearing it down! Keep it up, guys!”

Slaking, thoroughly irritated now, let out another earth-shaking roar and swung its leg out in a massive Mega Kick, aiming for Lycanroc nearby, who barely evaded. The kick hit the ground with such force that everyone stumbled, dirt and rocks flying everywhere.

Aliquis dusted himself off, frowning. “Urgh. These are designer pants!”

“Mabosstiff!” Arven called out, “let’s show this thing what we’ve got! Use Play Rough!”

Mabosstiff lunged forward, tackling Slaking with a series of seemingly playful but powerful strikes, knocking it back a few steps. Slaking grunted in frustration, reeling from the attack. Its body beneath the Tera Shell began to glow, preparing for another counter. The Fighting-Type grabbed Mabostiff by his cackles, about to land a punch on the canine with its other arm. 

With Cinderace fully back in action, Goh thrust his arm forward. “Cinderace! Blaze Kick!” In a flash, the Fire-type launched itself at Slaking, its leg igniting in fierce flames. With pinpoint precision, Cinderace struck Slaking’s massive hand, loosening its grip on Mabosstiff just enough for the canine to wriggle free. Both Pokémon dashed out of harm’s way just as Slaking swung a Hammer Arm down with crushing force. Mid-dodge, Cinderace flashed Slaking a cheeky salute, a smirk dancing on its face.

Bonnie, watching, rolled her eyes. “Really, Cinderace? Taunting the giant angry Slaking?”

“Works every time!” Goh replied with a grin, though he had to quickly duck alongside his Pokémon as Slaking’s arm swung wildly again, just missing them.

Arven could barely look from between his fingers. “Please, try not to die.”

Meanwhile, Carmen saw an opening—the Slaking’s Tera Shell continuing to break apart. She glanced at her recruits, seeing their Pokémon back at the ready, and then turned almost reluctantly towards Nemona. “Let’s all attack it at once! Hit it hard!”

“Let’s do it!” Nemona grinned and gave the Team Star leader a thumbs up. “Aim for those cracks in the Tera Shell!”

Everyone nodded and quickly began to shout out commands to their Pokémon. 

“Vaporeon, Aurora Beam!”

“Lycanroc! Stone Edge!”

“Cinderace, Blaze Kick!”

Each Pokémon launched their strongest attack, the force of the combinations converging and hitting Slaking simultaneously with an explosive impact. Shockwaves rumbled through the clearing, shaking the ground and sending a gust of wind that creaked the bamboo.

When the dust finally settled, Slaking lay sprawled on the ground, defeated, its crystalline Terastallization faded completely. It let out a low, rumbling snore as it finally fell back into a deep sleep, its immense strength spent.

Arven exhaled, finding a seat on the floor beside Mabostiff. “Well, that was…enough excitement for me today…” he glanced at the digital watch on his wrist and began to track his heart rate.

“You kidding?” Nemona was practically bouncing, exchanging high-fives with Pawmo, Dedenne, and Bonnie—grinning ear-to-ear. “That was awesome!”

“No offense,” Penny sighed, returning her Pokémon, “but do you even know the dictionary definition of that word?”

Aliquis leaned on his Meowscarada, also catching his breath. “Maybe next time we skip the part where we almost get squashed by a giant wild Tera Pokemon, yeah?”

Meanwhile, one of the Team Star grunts gave Carmen a sidelong glance, clearly uncertain. “Uh… so should we, like, thank them?” she asked, returning her Medicham. 

Carmen growled, straightening up as she adjusted her jacket. “Absolutely not.” She turned to Nemona and her group, pulling off her star-shaped glasses for a moment to squint at la presidenta specifically. “In fact, I think it’s best if they leave.”

Nemona planted her hands on her hips, suddenly growing defiant. “Hmph. We’re not going anywhere.”

Carmen snorted, sliding her dark glasses back into place. “Why am I not surprised? You know, Caph Squad’s heard of you and your little friends. Going around, breaking Team Star apart.”

Penny raised an eyebrow, her tone calm but firm. “I’m not sure what you’ve heard, but we’re actually just trying to help.”

“Doubt it.” Carmen folded her arms across her chest, her lips curled. “Especially when ‘helping’ means dissolving camps and driving out Bosses.”

Penny stepped forward, her voice steady. “Look, we need to speak to Eri. We want people to know the truth about Team Star. That’s why we’ve been going around to Team Star camps. And we haven’t been breaking anyone apart.” Her glasses flashed as she nodded, “We’re trying to welcome Team Star students back to the school with the promise of protecting them. We know the truth about how you guys aren’t the bullies, and Nemona’s even put Mela and Giacomo on the Student Council to help set the record straight. To let everyone know they have a safe place to go now.”

Carmen’s jaw tightened as she shook her head. “We’re safe out here.”

“Maybe?” Nemona gestured a bit wildly towards the bamboo and the sleeping Slaking. “But either way, you won’t graduate out here!” 

The male grunt rolled his eyes, muttering, “What are you, our mother?”

Soon enough, the sound of a wild Pokémon broke through the conversation. The group glanced up, and noticed that the light filtering through the bamboo was fading. The overcast sky had deepened into shades of gray, and the faintest hint of twilight crept over the horizon. The shadows from the bamboo stretched longer, and the soft rustling of the forest seemed to grow quieter, more ominous.

Arven cleared his throat awkwardly. “Um… and if you don’t mind, maybe we could… you know, stay the night at your camp? So we’re not stranded in the wilderness?”

Carmen narrowed her eyes, growling low in her throat. “I’m not letting you anywhere near Riri. Especially if you’re going to try and challenge her and ruin what Caph Squad has.”

The female grunt hesitated, glancing between Carmen and Nemona’s group. “But… isn’t it our motto to help any trainer who asks for it?”

Carmen snapped her head toward her, her glare sharp enough to cut through steel. The grunt quickly looked away, muttering something about just following the rules.

Bonnie suddenly stepped forward, her wide eyes sparkling with feigned innocence. “Ooh! Then we’re asking for help! Pretty please?” She clasped her hands together, her Dedenne mimicking her by folding its little paws and letting out a soft squeak.

Carmen blinked as if just noticing the younger lemon-haired girl for the first time. For a second, she looked conflicted before her eyes flicked back to Nemona, clearly weighing her options. Finally, she spoke, low and wary. “You have to promise you won’t make a challenge…”

Nemona flipped her long ponytail with a mildly arrogant huff. “I can’t do that.”

At this point, Penny stepped forward again, glaring at Nemona while putting her hands up towards Carmen. “Look, we promise not to do anything before talking to Eri.”

Carmen growled again, visibly torn. Eventually, she sighed, dragging a hand through her short hair in frustration, before finally motioning toward the path deeper into the forest. “Fine. But don’t think for a second that I trust you.”

Nemona beamed, taking the lead as if she hadn’t just been told she was unwelcome. “Yay! Don’t worry,” she winked, “We’ll be on our best behavior.”

Carmen muttered something under her breath as she turned to her grunts. “Why do I feel like I’m going to regret this?”

High above the bamboo forest, the familiar shape of Team Rocket's Meowth hot air balloon floated lazily against the twilight sky. Inside, Jessie, James, and Meowth leaned over the edge, peering down at the unfolding scene with exaggerated interest. A large bucket of popcorn sat between them, flanked by oversized sodas in their cupholders, giving the whole operation the appearance of a particularly bizarre movie night.

Jessie sneered, crunching angrily on a mouthful of popcorn. “So this ‘Team Star’ is just a group of twerps parading around in horribly unfashionable uniforms? Unbelievable. Those glasses and belts—ugh! They wouldn’t know couture if I fell gracefully into their camp on angel’s wings.”

James scratched his chin thoughtfully, his gaze fixed on the group below. “Well, unfashionable or not, they do seem to have an impressive arsenal of Pokémon. That Slaking was not an easy opponent!” He sipped his soda casually, as if commenting on the trailers before a feature film. “And the twerp’s friends seem to have pretty useful Pokémon as well….”

Meowth folded his little arms, nodding sagely. “And I’ve gots a good feelin’ that we’re bouts to get da perfect haul.” The feline’s eyes lit up with little stars, “Imagine it—dat Primeape! Or maybe dat fancy Meowscarada! Dis could be our biggest score yet!”

James perked up, his eyes gleaming. “Indeed! And a camp full of battle-hardened Pokémon? It’s practically a gift waiting to be taken. And imagine us marching against the twerp and his Pikachu with our new squad of fighters!”

Jessie’s smile gleamed in the twilight, “We’ll soon be our own monarchs of a new crusade!” She then shot James and Meowth a glare that could cut through glass. “Don’t you dare mess this up by rushing in like the overexcited buffoons you are! We need strategy , not your usual brand of chaos.”

Meowth’s eyes twitched. “Last time I checked, I was da one wit all da ‘strategy’…”

“Relax, Jess,” James waved a dismissive hand, “when have we ever rushed into anything without a brilliant plan?” The purple-haired criminal then gestured grandly. “Besides, this time shall be different! We have reconnaissance! Observation! Canapés !” He popped a handful of popcorn into his mouth and grinned. “And most importantly, the twerp is nowhere in sight. Our mission is foolproof.”

Jessie grumbled, but stifled her response with a sip of her drink. With a dramatic sigh of contentment she smirked, “Very well. Let’s wait and see what these little amateur criminals have at their primitive camp. Then, I’ll need my beauty sleep before we decide to do anything.”

“Normally, da element of surprise is a good thing…” Meowth sighed, pinching the bridge of his non-existent nose, “But I guess we’ll needs a plan…”

Cerise Labs, Kanto

After finishing their lunch in the cafeteria, the professors excused themselves, bustling off to finalize preparations for their conference. Ash and Serena, left with the rest of the afternoon free, decided to take advantage of the time to explore Cerise Park. 

The pair wandered back into the forest habitat, eventually finding their way to the clearing where they had left Koraidon earlier. The large Dragon-type perked up at their arrival, letting out a low, pleased rumble as it stretched out from its resting spot. Ash patted the Pokémon's neck affectionately, while Serena offered him another Poké Puff, which he eagerly accepted.

“Let’s let everyone out to stretch their legs!” Ash suggested, already reaching for his Poké Balls. In a flash of light, Finizen, Kilowattrel, and Charcadet appeared, while Serena released her own team. The clearing buzzed with life as the Pokémon greeted one another and began to explore.

Soon enough, Ash grinned as an idea struck him. “You know, we could do some training,” he said, glancing at Serena with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “If you’re up for it?”

The honey-blonde only met Ash’s look with a determined grin of her own, “Let’s do it!” 

“Alright!” Ash clapped his hands together, catching everyone’s attention. “Hey, Finizen—wanna train?”

The sleek, dolphin-like Pokémon flipped in the air excitedly before landing gracefully on the grass beside Ash, clearly excited. Serena glanced down at Pancham, who had already puffed out his chest in challenge, eager to spar. “Looks like Pancham’s ready to go,” she said with a laugh.

“Perfect! Finizen versus Pancham, then,” Ash declared. “We’ll focus on moves that can help in a contest setting.” 

Serena brows furrowed with focus. She knew that Pancham’s current moveset was great for performances, but she would need to practice making him lethal in battles once again—while still ensuring he didn’t lose his sense of style, of course. She knew that she’d need to think about how a move looked while it connected to an opponent, not just how much damage it did.

Eventually, the honey-blond nodded, her eyes sparkling with interest. “Got it. Let’s see what we can do.”

Ash took a step back, gesturing for Finizen to start. “Alright, Finizen, let’s go with Aqua Jet! Show off your speed!”

Finizen chirped, his body glowing with a watery sheen as he launched himself forward like a missile, zipping towards Pancham in rapid loops. The light from the move shimmered in the sunlight, creating an impressive display of speed and agility.

“Pancham, dodge it!” Serena called out, swinging her arm out. Pancham leapt to the side just in time, his movements quick but unrefined.

“Nice!” Serena encouraged. “But next time, add a somersault—remember to make it look easy and fun!”

Pancham gave her a thumbs-up, keeping his eyes locked on Finizen as Ash sent the dolphin charging again. This time, Pancham read the direction of the Aqua Jet more clearly, flipping out of the way with more grace, and even adding a cartwheel. He landed on his feet, a confident smirk on his face.

“Great work, Pancham!” Serena said. “Now hit back with Ice Punch!”

Pancham’s fist glowed with icy energy as he lunged forward, punching the air in front of him. Tiny shards of frost scattered around him, catching the light in an almost glittering effect.

“Nice! Now try shaping the shards!” Serena suggested. “Make them burst outward like a snowflake.”

Pancham furrowed his brows in concentration, slamming his fist down with extra force. This time, the frost scattered in a more symmetrical pattern, creating a dazzling display. Then, he sent the icicles forward, knocking Finizen back. From the sidelines, the other Pokémon all cheered with excitement.

Ash’s eyes widened and he beamed, “Cool!” He’d keep that little trick in mind when needing to better distribute the surface area of an attack. 

Serena winked at him and then motioned out towards Pancham once again. “Okay, let’s keep going. Pancham, use Dark Pulse!”

Pancham moved his red sunglasses in front of his eyes just before summoning a swirling ring of dark energy. With a growl, he hurled it forward, but instead of aiming straight at Finizen, Serena called out, “Curve it, Pancham! Make it spiral!”

The ring of darkness twisted in the air, spinning into an elegant spiral as it approached Finizen. The dolphin Pokémon dodged a bit fitfully but managed to read the change in the attack at the last moment, his sleek body gliding out of the way. Ash grinned. “Good dodge, Finizen! Now counter with Water Pulse! Aim low and make it bounce!”

Finizen gathered a sphere of water between his jaws before launching it at the ground in front of Pancham. The blast hit the ground and ricocheted upward into the Panda Pokemon, sending him up in a high arc while spraying droplets that caught the light like tiny rainbows.

“Ash,” Serena gasped, clearly inspired—though also annoyed she’d misread the attack’s direction. 

Ash grinned and rubbed his nose, clearly happy to have impressed her. “I know a few things too, you know?”

Serena laughed, unsurprised by Ash's skills. She remembered hearing from May about Ash's brief but successful journey into contests when they had competed together once.

“Well, don’t go easy on us!” the honey-blonde narrowed her eyes towards the battle once again, “Pancham, let’s try Stone Edge! Add some power!”

Pancham stomped the ground, summoning jagged stones before him. “Spin them!” Serena added, and the panda growled, kicking each stone just so in order to make them rotate in a spiral motion. The effect was both mesmerizing and lethal, the spinning rocks creating a tunneling vortex around each other as they made their way over to Finizen, who managed to move out of the way for the first two stones, but was cornered into taking the hit from the third. 

Ash looked focused, “Awesome…But don’t forget to protect yourself, too! Finizen, use Mist! Spread it across the field!”

At the command, Finizen managed to recover and release a cool, white fog that spread low across the ground, creating an ethereal atmosphere in the clearing. The Panda Pokémon paused, looking around curiously as the mist obscured his vision.

“Now! Aqua Jet!” Ash pumped his fist, and Finizen appeared out of nowhere to land a hit on the Panda Pokémon. 

“Pancham, listen! Close your eyes and try to hear him coming!” Serena called out quickly. 

Pancham recovered from the first blow and did as she said. Soon, the little fighter was flipping and cartwheeling this way and that, his eyes tightly shut, dodging the Dolphin’s incoming blows with a fun, playful grace. 

Serena laughed in approval and smiled, reminded of how fun and inspiring it was to battle Ash—how much she learned And grew from him every time. “Pancham, let’s use Arm Thrust! Clear the mist!”

Pancham planted his feet firmly, his fists glowing as he began to strike. With each powerful punch, he generated gusts of force that rippled through the mist. He repeated the motion several times, his movements precise and fluid, almost like a martial arts routine. The swirling air currents he created added a rhythmic finesse to the display.

The training continued with Pancham growing more comfortable adapting his moves to fit both battle and contest strategies. Serena began experimenting more, using combinations, while Ash worked with Finizen to improve his speed and precision. 

After a while, both Pokémon sat back, tired but clearly proud of their progress. Serena knelt down beside Pancham, scratching his chin affectionately. “You were amazing, Pancham. I think we’re starting to get back into the swing of things.”

Ash crouched next to Finizen, grinning. “You too, buddy. I can tell you’re getting faster and stronger each time we train!”

Pikachu bounded over, patting Finizen on the head with a cheerful “Pika, pi!” Sylveon twirled her ribbons, while Charcadet and Delphox clapped their hands in encouragement.

After giving Finizen and Pancham a well-earned break, Ash and Serena shifted their attention to Sylveon and Charcadet. The two Pokémon sparred playfully, with Sylveon using her ribbons to gracefully dodge Charcadet’s fiery attacks. Serena giggled as Sylveon used Fairy Wind to create a swirl of sparkling particles, while Ash encouraged Charcadet to counter with precise bursts of flame.

Once the Pokémon had all taken turns training, the young couple decided it was time for a break. They gathered their team and began wandering through the park, holding hands as their Pokémon explored around them. They stopped occasionally to interact with Pokémon in the Park, including a curious group of Eevee that Sylveon happily played with and a snacking Greedent that offered Pancham a berry.

As they continued to explore, they stumbled upon a serene artificial lake. The water sparkled under the afternoon sun filtering through the dome, the surface occasionally rippled by playful Pokémon. Some of their own Pokémon had already dashed ahead, eager to enjoy the water. Finizen dove gracefully into the lake, letting out cheerful clicks, while Kilowattrel skimmed low over the surface, spraying mist in its wake. Even Koraidon padded toward the water, curiously dipping a claw in before suddenly splashing forward with surprising enthusiasm.

The lake wasn’t empty, either. Ash and Serena spotted several wild Pokémon inhabiting the waters: schools of Goldeen darting just beneath the surface, a few Psyduck waddling along the shore, and a large Buizel lounging lazily on a floating log. At one point, a group of Azumarill popped up, giggling as they played with the glittering bubbles sent along by Sylveon’s Fairy Wind.  

Meanwhile, Pancham sat with Charcadet on the shore, skimming rocks on the surface, while Delphox only sniffed from a distance, unwilling to get one little droplet on her fur. 

Ash and Serena found a spot on a fallen log near the water’s edge and sat down. For a moment, they simply watched their Pokémon play, the serenity of the lake calming them after the intense training session. The laughter of their Pokémon and the sounds of water and rustling leaves filled the air.

Serena tucked a strand of golden hair behind her ear, her eyes shifting from the lake to Ash. “So…” she began softly. “How are you feeling, Ash? I know a lot’s been placed on your shoulders lately.”

Ash blinked, her voice pulling him out of his thoughts. He had been watching Koraidon lumber through the shallows, but his mind had drifted to the weight of everything—Turo, Area Zero, Tera Shards, Navarro…For a moment, he didn’t respond, his brow furrowing. But then he turned to her, and a small, reassuring smile spread across his face. “I’m okay,” he said simply. “I guess I kinda saw it coming.”

Serena returned his smile, though she felt a flutter of nervousness she couldn’t quite place. She looked down, her hands fidgeting above her skirt. “Well,” she said softly, but with steady intent, “I want to thank you.”

Ash tilted his head, confused. “Thank me? For what?”

Serena glanced back at him, her expression serene but serious. “I don’t know… for being so brave about it all,” she said. “And for remembering that I want to be there for you. To help you.” Her eyes softened. “It meant a lot to me, Ash.”

Ash’s throat felt dry. He had meant it—he really had—but hearing her say it made him feel exposed, like a piece of himself he didn’t fully understand had been laid bare. Still, he didn’t back away from her words. He nodded firmly, managing a small smile. “We’re a team.”

Serena laughed lightly, the sound as warm as the sun on his skin. Leaning against him, she kissed his cheek. “The best team.”

The young champion felt the heat rush to his face, but he didn’t pull away. He liked feeling her lean against him, the tension in his chest easing as she rested her head on his shoulder. The quiet closeness made everything—his worries, his responsibilities—feel more manageable. Beside her, he felt steadier, more at ease.

They fell back into comfortable silence. 

Eventually, Ash cleared his throat, suddenly feeling the weight of something else entirely: the movie tickets Kukui had given him. His hand brushed his pocket, where they felt almost too warm to the touch. “Say,” he began, scratching his cheek, which colored just a bit. “Uh, I know I haven’t been…you know, very good about taking you out—on, like, dates, I mean. But I was wondering if you’d, uh, be up for dinner and a movie tonight? I mean, we could both use a distraction, right? This is supposed to be kind of like a vacation, after all.” He avoided her gaze, messing with his hat. “But if you’re tired…”

Serena sat up straight, her cheeks glowing pink. “Oh! I’d love to, Ash!” she said, bubbling with excitement. “I would really, really like that!” She clapped her hands together, a dreamy look crossing her face. Meeting everyone important in Ash’s life had been wonderful, but the idea of spending time with him alone felt like pure paradise. She wasn’t about to let the opportunity slip away.

“Okay, awesome!” Ash grinned, pumping his fist. “I thought maybe we could hang out here in the park until evening and—”

Serena shook her head, folding her arms across her chest with some defiance. “I don’t think so, Ash. You’ll have to take me home to change first. I can’t wear this on a date.” She gestured to her current outfit, which Ash thought looked perfectly fine.

“Right…” Ash muttered, glancing at Pikachu, who’d come to sunbathe and dry his fur on the log. The young champion searched for backup, which wasn’t given. Ash sighed, “And, uh, I guess I’ll have to change, too…” 

“Exactly!” Serena’s eyes lit up, lifting a delicate finger. “We both have to look nice for our first planned date! You know, last time, you just showed up at my window and hardly gave me any time to get ready!” She gave him a teasing pout, reaching up to tip his hat back playfully. “It was a little rude, you know. Girls like to know these things in advance!”

Ash scratched his head sheepishly. “So I’m learning…”

Serena scooted closer, her excitement radiating as she grabbed his arm. “I’m so excited! And I want dinner and the movie to be a surprise!” She beamed up at him, her eyes sparkling.

Ash leaned forward, drawn in by the brilliance of her smile and her vibrant blue stare. “Uh, yeah…You got it,” he murmured, sounding a little dazed.

Serena noticed his expression, her smile turning coquettish. Growing bold, she leaned in closer, tilting her face toward his. “And I can’t wait to have you all to myself,” she said teasingly, her voice low and soft.

Ash’s face burned as he blinked, suddenly realizing how close they were. “Y-Yeah?” he stammered.

“Mhm,” Serena replied, leaning even closer, her lips just a breath away from his. She watched his gaze flicker to her mouth, his throat catching.

But just as Serena was about to close the gap, a cold, wet spray hit them both squarely in the side of the face. They gasped, pulling back in shock, water dripping from their hair and clothes. Their heads whipped toward the lake, where their Pokémon were also staring in surprise.

A shabby-looking fish popped its head up from the sparkling lake, its oversized lips curled in what seemed like a gleeful grin as it let out a guttural laugh. The Fish Pokémon appeared to be thoroughly enjoying itself, bobbing up and down in the water.

Ash stared at it, dripping wet, his face a mixture of irritation and disbelief. "What the—? A Feebas—?"

Before he could get another word out, the mischievous Pokémon let loose another Water Gun, the spray hitting him square in the chest. He stood up abruptly, a vein practically popping out of his forehead as water dripped down his face. Not only had the Feebas ruined what promised to be a really good kiss, but now he was soaked from head to toe.

Serena, while not exactly thrilled to have her clothes ruined, seemed to find something funny about the whole situation. She glanced down at her drenched outfit, her shoes squelching as she shifted her weight, but instead of complaining, she burst out laughing at Ash’s frustrated reaction at having their moment interrupted.  

The young champion turned to her, trying to suppress a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “What’s so—”

Before he could finish, another well-aimed Water Gun hit him in the side of the face. This time, the Feebas took things up a notch, spinning in the lake and spraying a rapid barrage of water, not just at Ash and Serena but at their Pokémon as well.

Chaos erupted. Pikachu yelped as he took a direct hit, his cheeks sparking instinctively in protest. Pancham dove for cover behind Koraidon, who was too busy splashing to notice the commotion. Finizen leaped into action, darting through the water to dodge the Feebas’s playful attacks, while Sylveon pranced delicately to the side, clearly unwilling to be accosted in such a barbaric way. 

Kilowattrel flapped her wings indignantly from a nearby tree branch, squawking her disapproval. Charcadet, in a bold attempt to join the fun, stepped toward the water, only to be intercepted by Delphox, who gently but firmly held him back, shaking her head while she blocked any incoming water by lifting up a nearby stone with her new Psychic ability.

Ash, wiping his face, stomped toward the lake, his irritation bubbling over. “Okay, that’s it!” he declared, splashing into the shallow water as the Feebas laughed even harder.

“Wait, Ash!” Serena called, still giggling. She ran after him, but the wet grass was slick underfoot, and as she reached him, her sneakers slid out from under her. With a yelp, she grabbed his arm to steady herself, only for both of them to lose their balance and tumble forward—straight into the lake with a loud splash.

They surfaced a moment later, waist-deep in the water, their hats missing and hair plastered to their faces. Ash shook his head like a Growlithe, sending droplets flying everywhere, while Serena wiped water from her eyes, sputtering and laughing. The absurdity of it all was too much for either of them to stay mad. Soon, they were both laughing uncontrollably, splashing water at each other as their Pokémon joined in the fun.

As the laughter and splashing continued, Serena noticed the Feebas bobbing nearby, its large eyes shining with what seemed like pride. It swam closer to her, leaping out of the water and performing a surprisingly graceful arc before splashing back down. The sunlight caught the water droplets midair, making them glitter like tiny diamonds.

“So beautiful!” Serena cried with delight. She then crouched, tilting her head at the playful Water-type. “So you were just trying to find some friends to play with, huh?” she asked softly.

The Feebas nodded enthusiastically, splashing its fins and sending a small wave her way. It let out another low, “Fee!”, clearly pleased with itself. Soon, the Pokémon began swimming in circles around the honey-blonde and the two began to play. 

Serena smiled warmly, marveling at the fish. She had only ever seen a couple of Feebas before, back when she had first traveled to Hoenn. She remembered looking them up on her Rotom Phone and learning how the Fish Pokémon was often ignored because of its ragged appearance. Very few trainers chose to care for Feebas, a fact she had always found sad. Seeing this one so full of energy and joy, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of admiration.

Her thoughts were interrupted—literally—when Ash suddenly appeared behind her. With a grin, he wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her off her feet, spinning her around in the water.

“Ash!” she cried out, laughing as she tried to break free. Her struggles only resulted in her twisting around to face him, her hands instinctively reaching up to push his damp hair away from his face. She slipped her arms around his neck, her laughter fading into a softer smile.

Ash gave her a toothy grin, his heart skipping. He found that he loved it when she played with his hair—and pulled herself against him. And, despite his best efforts to focus on her face, his cheeks flushed as his eyes briefly caught on the way her wet clothes clung to her frame. That same conflicting feeling from the night before returned, making his pulse quicken and his thoughts scatter.

Before either could say anything more, the sound of rustling bushes caught their attention. Turning toward the noise, Ash and Serena saw Ren emerging from the undergrowth, a bucket in hand. Francois, his loyal Magnemite, floated just behind him, its metallic body gleaming in the sunlight. Ash and Serena instinctively moved apart, their cheeks tinged pink as Ren approached.

Ren stopped short, taking in the soaked couple, the playful splashing Pokémon, and the scene of general chaos. “Oh!” he exclaimed, raising an eyebrow and smiling. “I see you’ve met our new Feebas. Quite a handful, isn’t she?”

Serena glanced at the Fish Pokémon, who popped her head out of the water with a cheeky splash toward Pancham before diving back under. Laughing, Serena said, “She’s so playful! She’s wonderful.”

Ren adjusted his glasses as he placed the bucket on the ground. “Yeah, well, Feebas loves attention. She’s—uh, if you haven’t noticed—worse off than others of her species.” His expression turned somber, jutting his chin out towards the water. “She suffered a bad injury to her left pectoral fin somehow. Sailors found her wounded in international waters, and she ended up here to recover. But it’s unclear whether she’ll ever be at a hundred percent again.”

Ash frowned, crossing his arms as he exchanged a glance with Serena. “That’s pretty sad…”

Ren nodded. “We’re not sure whether to release her back into the wild or try to find her a home. Problem is, Feebas collectors won’t want her—she’s considered ‘damaged goods.’ And as for trainers hoping for a Milotic…well, evolving into Milotic requires her to get stronger, and with that injury…” He trailed off with a helpless shrug.

Serena repeated the nickname softly, filled with sympathy. “Feebas.” She turned her attention to the Fish Pokémon as it surfaced again, splashing around playfully with the other Pokémon. But now, with Ren’s words in mind, her observant eyes caught the subtle limpness in the left pectoral fin, frayed and worn compared to its counterpart. And beyond that, Feebas’s overall appearance was scruffier than the usual Feebas, her scales dull and uneven. Yet her spirit seemed undeterred, the Fish Pokémon laughing and swimming in wide arcs as if the injury didn’t bother her at all.

Ren gestured toward Feebas, a faint smile tugging at his lips despite the sadness in his tone. “But these Pokémon are resilient. She’s got a lot of fight in her. Still, I doubt any trainer would ever pick her up, which…is kind of what I think she wants. She makes her thoughts pretty clear.”

As if to prove his point, Feebas suddenly sprayed Ren with a direct Water Gun. The professor flinched, the jet soaking his lab coat completely as the Fish Pokémon slapped at the water eagerly, eyeing the bucket he had brought.

“See what I mean?” Ren said dryly, though his grin returned as he wiped water from his glasses.

Serena placed a gentle hand on Feebas’s head, her heart going out to the spirited but rejected Pokémon. She knelt in the shallows, her fingertips brushing the water as Feebas tilted her head up to look at her with bulbous, shiny eyes. The injury was evident now, and Serena felt a pang of sadness as she took in the worn fin. Yet despite everything, Feebas’s bright attitude seemed completely unaffected, a testament to her inner strength.

Ash crouched beside her, his expression thoughtful. “She definitely has a positive attitude for a Feebas—and one who’s been injured,” he observed, his look tinged with admiration.

Ren chuckled despite his soaked clothes. “It’s nice to see Feebas making friends. Most of the other Pokémon in the lake tend to ignore her.”

Serena’s heart felt like it might burst. She leaned closer to the Feebas, “We’d love to be your friends, Feebas. If you’d like?”

Feebas’s eyes lit up, and she splashed enthusiastically in reply, sending droplets of water scattering around her. Her excitement grew even more when the other Pokémon chimed in with nods, cheers, and chirps of approval. Pikachu clapped his paws together, while Pancham punched the air in solidarity. Finizen let out an excited whistle before doing a loop around the Fish Pokémon, and even Koraidon rumbled in agreement, splashing Feebas gently with his tail.

After Ren finished feeding the Pokémon in the lake, he gave a cheerful wave to Ash and Serena before heading back to the lab building, Francois floating dutifully behind him.

Ash and Serena lingered in the water a little longer, splashing with their Pokémon and laughing at their antics. 

Eventually, though, the cool water and the afternoon breeze began to catch up with them. Serena shivered first, her arms crossing over her chest as goosebumps spread along her skin. “Ash,” she said through chattering teeth, “I think we should probably get out now.”

“Yeah,” Ash agreed, noticing his own hands had started to wrinkle from the cold. He waded toward the shore, helping Serena as she carefully stepped over the slippery rocks.

Ren had left a couple of towels draped over a nearby branch. Ash grabbed one and handed it to Serena before taking one for himself. “Here,” he said a bit sheepishly, still trying very hard to keep his eyes on Serena’s face …

“Thanks,” Serena replied, wringing out the hem of her skirt with a grimace before flipping her hair over one shoulder and wringing that out, too. Water pooled at her feet, soaking the grass. Once satisfied, she draped the towel over her shoulders, the soft fabric providing much-needed warmth. Ash dried his hair vigorously, his spiky locks sticking out in every direction when he finished.

They returned to their spot on the log, their towels wrapped snugly around them as they watched their Pokémon. Finizen and Feebas had apparently started a game of seeing who could jump the highest. Pikachu and Kilowattrel acted as the official height measurers, with the Frigate bird holding up her wings to mark the apex of the jumps, while Pikachu clapped encouragingly. Koraidon and Pancham sat as judges, nodding seriously after each leap, though Pancham occasionally threw in an exaggerated thumbs-up or a mock disapproving shake of his head.

Ash and Serena laughed at the scene, their laughter warm despite the chill in the air. But as Serena’s laughter faded, it carried a heaviness. “That’s so sad about Feebas,” she whispered, her gaze fixed on the scrappy Fish Pokémon as she splashed joyfully in the water beside Finizen. “You’d think she’d be able to find a home somewhere.”

Ash sighed, his expression thoughtful. “Well, there are worse places to be than Cerise Park,” he admitted, leaning back. “But, yeah. It’s sad. Especially since this Feebas seems so social. I bet she just wants to be around people.”

Serena turned to him, her eyes filled with determination. “Let’s visit her again when we come back tomorrow,” she said, her voice firm but gentle.

Ash grinned; he loved it when she got that determined look in her eyes. “Sounds good.”

Their eyes turned back to the Pokémon, who were now enthusiastically cheering as Finizen managed a particularly high jump. Feebas leaped after him, making an admirable effort despite her injury, earning a wide grin from both Delphox and Charcadet, who still watched from the bank.

Ash tilted his head toward Serena with a playful smirk. “Want to see if Delphox and Charcadet want to train?”

Serena returned his smile, leaning in to plant a quick kiss on his lips. “Let’s do it.” 

Area Two, Northern Province, Paldea

The trek to the Caph Squad camp was rugged and quiet, the group following Carmen and her two grunts along a winding path through the dense forest. By the time they reached the camp, the sun had fully dipped below the horizon, casting the area in shadows broken only by the faint glow of the camp’s lights. The camp sprawled within a natural clearing surrounded by high wooden walls reinforced with sharp spikes. The gates were painted with bold star symbols, and torches flickered along the perimeter, giving the place a rugged yet oddly welcoming vibe.

From above, shouts rang out as the group approached the gate. “It’s Carmen! Open up!” one of the guards called, their announcement carrying over the quiet night.

The heavy gates creaked as they were pulled open, revealing the heart of the camp. The interior was bustling with activity despite the late hour. Tents of various sizes were pitched in neat rows, illuminated by lanterns hanging from ropes strung between poles. Trainers moved about, some tending to Pokémon at makeshift stations, others chatting in groups around small fires. 

As they walked in, Carmen kept her gaze forward, her stiff posture radiating displeasure. Nemona, never one to back down from a conversation, sidled up beside her, a cheerful grin on her face. “So, Carmen! This camp is pretty cool. How long did it take you guys to set all this up?”

Carmen didn’t respond, her jaw tightening as she marched forward. Undeterred, Nemona tried again. “I mean, it’s kind of amazing, actually. You’ve got this whole operation running out here in the wilderness.”

Carmen’s silence was deafening, and her pace quickened, as if trying to physically outdistance the Scarlet Academy class president.

Aliquis, walking behind them, glanced around the camp. His eyes narrowed as he noticed something unusual. Among the Team Star grunts were several trainers who didn’t appear to belong to the squad. These trainers, clearly younger and less experienced, were setting up their own small tents or resting near fires, their weary faces illuminated by the flickering flames.

Carmen, catching the ace trainer’s look, paused and sighed. “We try to open up our camp for people who are lost or need to rest before heading back out into the wilderness again.”

Arven raised an eyebrow, his tone surprised. “That’s… nice of you.”

One of the grunts walking with them crossed her arms, her response clipped. “Yeah, well, believe it or not, our squad actually believes in helping young trainers. We clear roads of dangerous Pokémon, break up fights, keep trainers safe…”

“So, what—you guys are like vigilantes?” Goh asked, tilting his head with a curious grin.

Carmen snorted, nodding to a group of grunts. “Well, we’re definitely not the bullies everyone at school thinks we are.”

Nemona, unable to help herself, chimed in with a bright smile. “We don’t think you’re bullies!” On her shoulder, Pawmo tried to give the Team Star grunt a thumbs up and a cheeky smile that matched her trainer’s.

Carmen shot them both a glare, clearly unimpressed, before gesturing for the group to follow. They weaved deeper into the camp, the activity growing louder and more boisterous the further they went in. Bright lights flashed against the rocky cliffs surrounding the camp, and the thumping music grew louder, interspersed with chanting that sounded remarkably like the fight calls they had heard earlier in the forest. Above it all, a voice boomed through a megaphone, speaking with energy and authority.

“What’s going on?” Bonnie asked, her eyes wide as she and Dedenne took in the scene.

Carmen waved off the question, her tone dismissive. “That’s just Eri’s nightly recap. But come on, I need to show you all to your tent.”

Nemona frowned, slowing her pace. “But what about talking to Eri?”

“Maybe in the morning,” Carmen replied curtly, fully intending to avoid giving Nemona the chance.

Nemona narrowed her eyes, sensing the deflection. “Well, I want to at least see what’s going on.”

Before Carmen could argue, the female grunt beside her glanced nervously toward the platform. “Sounds like Eri has something important to say… we probably shouldn’t miss it.”

Carmen shot her recruit a glare, annoyed by the lack of support. She turned back to Nemona, her expression hard. “Fine. But don’t try anything. I’m watching you.”

“Oh, she won’t,” Penny popped in, sticking her head in between the Team Star leader and Nemona, who groaned.

Carmen shouldered her way forward. The group turned a corner, rounding the rocky cliff edge, and their breath caught at the sight before them. A large group of Team Star members had gathered in a semicircle, all focused on the massive vehicle that dominated the camp’s center. Another one of Team Star’s infamous vehicles stood parked in the open space, its neon lights casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the rugged terrain. The car was decked out with oversized speakers, a jagged front grille resembling a grinning mouth, and glowing stars that pulsed in rhythm with the thumping music. The atmosphere buzzed with energy as the Team Star grunts cheered and waved, all eyes on the figure standing atop the Starmobile.

Goh’s eyes widened as he pointed. “It’s another Starmobile! Man, these guys have style.”

“Look! It’s Eri!” Aliquis shouted, pointing with his mouth slightly ajar. 

Standing on top of the vehicle was Eri, commanding attention like a true leader. Her wild, flowing hair caught the breeze, and the face paint she wore gleamed under the vibrant lights. Her outfit, a striking mix of martial-arts-inspired gear and her own flair, exuded authority. The long cape trailing behind her added a dramatic flair to her silhouette, and the way she stood, her arms crossed, radiated confidence and purpose.

Eri’s voice boomed through a loudspeaker, carrying over the cheering crowd. “Caph Squad!” she called, her tone powerful yet encouraging. “You’ve worked hard today, and I’m proud of each and every one of you! But our job isn’t done—not by a long shot.”

The crowd quieted, listening intently as she continued. “Paldea’s wilderness is getting more dangerous. Wild Terastallized Pokémon are showing up in places they’ve never been before. Raid battles are getting tougher, and there are even reports of so-called giants blocking routes! You know what that means—it’s our responsibility to step up and help where we can!”

The Team Star members roared their agreement, fists pumping in the air.

Eri raised her arm, her words rising with passion. “Tomorrow, a group of us will be heading out to the East Province mines to deal with the huge worm that’s been causing trouble between Levincia and Zapapico!” The crowd erupted into cheers at this, their enthusiasm electrifying. “And who knows if it’s as big as they say it is? It doesn’t matter. If it’s dangerous, it’s our responsibility to help!”

The crowd roared louder, chanting “Caph Squad! Caph Squad!” in unison, their energy filling the camp.

Arven, standing at the back of the group, paled. “Whoa, whoa, whoa…” He turned to Carmen, his mouth tight with panic. “What is she talking about? She’s not…?”

Carmen shrugged, her tone nonchalant. “There are rumors about this giant Pokémon in the East Province mines. We’re going to check it out with a small team tomorrow. Seems to be causing problems for students trying to travel west. Probably just another Terastallized Pokémon or something.”

Arven shook his head, his panic growing. “No, you guys don’t get it. You have to call off the mission!”

Penny, sensing his urgency, looked at him in concern. “Um, Arven? What’s going on?”

Aliquis tilted his head, studying Arven’s expression. “Yeah, bro. You look like you’ve just been licked by a Gengar.”

Bonnie crossed her arms with a smirk. “Not unusual for him, though.”

Arven ignored the jab, trembling. “We need to talk to Eri—right now.”

Nemona pumped her fist in the air. “That’s the spirit, Arven! Vamos a—”

“No!” Arven cut her off sharply, his expression deadly serious. “You guys, Eri’s putting her team in danger if she goes after this Pokémon.” He turned to Carmen, desperation on his face. “It’s not just rumors. This Pokémon is as big as they say—probably bigger.”

Bonnie, suddenly realizing the implication, paled, her usual playful demeanor vanishing. “Wait… is it another Titan Pokémon?!” She clutched Dedenne tightly, exchanging a worried glance with the tiny Pokémon.

Aliquis blinked, completely lost. “A… come again?” Even Penny frowned, her confusion evident.

Nemona, hands on her hips, pointed dramatically at Arven. “Wait! Like one of those Pokémon that get insanely huge after eating one of those freaky plants you’re always talking about? Like that Klawf I didn’t get to see?!”

Arven groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Please don’t look excited.”

Goh, grinning ear to ear, chimed in. “Maybe I’ll finally get to see one too!”

Bonnie sweatdropped, shaking her head. “Not worth it…”

Arven turned back to Carmen, pleading. “We need to speak to Eri right away. It’s urgent.”

“Er… no way!” Carmen crossed her arms, glaring. “I know you’re just planning to challenge her, and there’s no way I’m letting you waltz up to her and ruin everything.”

“It’s not even about that—I promise!” Arven said, nearly shouting now. “If Eri is actually trying to confront what I think she’s trying to confront, she could put herself, you, and her whole team in danger.”

Bonnie grabbed Carmen’s sleeve, her bright eyes earnest. “Trust him! He’s dealt with, like, three of these things already!”

Carmen hesitated, her lips twisting at Nemona and the others. “ Joder ! You guys don’t get it. This probably isn’t even a real thing…We’re just going to, I don’t know, scope it out and stop whatever’s causing the rumors.”

“Trust me, it’s real,” Arven insisted. “I…” He was at a loss for what else to say to convince her. 

Nemona stepped forward, her tone firm but encouraging. “Arven’s telling the truth! For whatever reason, there are super-sized Pokémon running around, and you’re about to walk into a fight Eri’s not ready for. Take us to her! We’ll prove it!”

Arven opened his mouth to say something, but then he choked on his original words. Instead, his eyes went wide and he looked at Nemona. “We… we will?” He felt his jaw tighten. While he’d wanted to convince Team Star to avoid the Titan Pokémon, he wasn’t exactly aiming to throw his friends back into danger…

Carmen groaned, visibly torn. Finally, she threw up her hands in frustration. “Urgh! Fine! But you better prove it, or you’ll regret it!”

Arven rubbed his face vigorously but eventually let out a small sigh of relief as Carmen turned to confer with the other Team Star grunts. Meanwhile, Aliquis leaned toward Nemona, his voice a low whisper. “Um… we better be able to prove whatever we said we would. Eri looks like she could take all of us down with one fist.”

Goh chuckled. “Not gonna lie, she sounds pretty cool.”

Aliquis rolled his eyes. “That’s beside the point.”

Penny nodded, her gaze serious. “We have to help her. We don’t want her or any of Team Star getting hurt, especially if what Arven says is true. He doesn’t get this anxious over nothing.”

Bonnie made a face, “Um…”

Nemona gritted her teeth, clearly wrestling with her previous agenda, and finally nodded. “Either way, we need to help.”

After a moment of hushed discussion, Carmen motioned for the group to follow her. “Let’s go. But I’m warning you—,” she whirled around to jab a finger at Nemona’s face, “don’t make me regret this.” With that, they moved toward the Starmobile and Eri, the tension thick in the air.

Pallet Town, Kanto

“What about this?” Ash held up some clothes to the screen of his Rotom Phone, his face a bit flustered; lips twisted with uncertainty.

Kukui, on the other end of the video call, shook his head with an exaggerated sigh. “No, no, I told you—no jeans. Go with the brown pants I got you. They’re trim. Trust me.”

“Uh…” Ash hesitated, glancing down at the bag Kukui’s Braviary had delivered about an hour ago.

“And pair them with the white button-down,” Kukui continued. “Layer it with the black crew-neck sweater—the one in the bag with the pants. Come on, Ash. Just because I’m shirtless ninety percent of the time doesn’t mean I don’t know how to pick a top when I have to.”

“I thought you said Burnet picked this out!” Ash grumbled, rooting through the bag and pulling out the suggested items. 

“Okay, well,” Kukui raised his hands defensively, “she may have picked everything out, but I gave my seal of approval!”  

Ash sighed heavily, slipping on the pants and fumbling with the fit as he tried to balance on one leg, only to lose his footing and land on the floor with a loud thud . Pikachu snickered from the bed, while Kukui burst out laughing through the screen.

“Glad you find me so funny,” Ash muttered, pulling himself up and sliding the pants on properly this time.

“Sorry, sorry,” Kukui said between chuckles. “I’ve just never seen anyone struggle this much just getting dressed. Anyway, let me give you some options for dinner…”

As Kukui rattled off restaurant suggestions, Ash moved to the bathroom to stand in front of the mirror. He splashed water on his face and reached for the shaving kit Kukui had also packed for him. Shaving wasn’t something Ash did often—his boyish face didn’t require it much—but he figured tonight warranted the effort. Afterward, he grabbed the small jar of hair gel that Kukui had insisted he use.

Ash scooped out a small dollop of the gel, rubbing it between his hands before attempting to slick his hair back. Instead of achieving anything remotely stylish, his unruly locks sprang up in every direction, looking even messier than usual. Frustrated, he grumbled and tried again, this time with no better results.

Pikachu, watching from the counter, let out a long-suffering “Pika…” before scampering out of the bathroom. Moments later, he returned with Sylveon in tow. The graceful Pokémon entered with an air of authority, holding a comb in each ribbon. She chirped confidently and hopped onto the counter, gesturing for Ash to sit still.

With swift, precise movements, Sylveon worked her magic. Using her ribbons to comb and smooth his hair, she tamed the wild spikes into something more manageable. When she was done, Ash’s hair was styled neatly, swept to the side with a touch of gel holding it in place. It looked polished but still natural.

“Thanks, Sylveon,” Ash said, grinning as he turned back to the mirror. He reached for his hat out of habit, but before he could put it on, everyone watching raised up a yell of protest. Sylveon’s ribbons lashed out, snatching the cap from his hands and tossing it across the room.

“Hey!” Ash protested, frowning. “What’s wrong with my hat?”

“Pika!” Pikachu scolded, shaking his head.

Sylveon let out a, “Syl, syl!”—clearly displeased to see her hard work almost ruined.

“No hat tonight!” Kukui winked and snapped his fingers at the camera, trying to hide a laugh, “Keep it classy...”

Ash sighed, adjusting his sweater and fiddling with the collar of his button-down to settle it over the crew-neck. He glanced at himself in the mirror, then glanced again, suddenly feeling obsessive over every detail of his appearance. He adjusted the fit of the sweater, smoothed his pants, and even touched his hair a few times, much to Sylveon’s displeasure.

Kukui’s voice brought him back. “Remember, Ash: just be yourself. Be respectful, give her your full attention, and listen to her when she talks. And whatever you do, try not to stare at anything but her face—”

Ash’s head snapped up to the screen, his face going crimson as memories of Serena by the lake, her clothes clinging to her from the water, flooded back to him. “Why would I do that?!” he spluttered, his voice higher-pitched than usual. “What makes you say that?”

Kukui snickered, his attention half turned to a nearby computer screen while he munched on some chips. With a little nostalgic twinkling in his eye, he said, “Ash, I was a young man once, too, you know.”

Sylveon snickered quietly, her ribbons swaying in amusement. Pikachu rolled his eyes.

Eventually the Alolan professor sighed, his exhaustion showing through his easy going demeanor. “Anyway, I’m about to head into the last meeting. Riveting stuff,” he said dryly. Kukui then cast Ash a more serious look. “But, actually, you should come by Cerise Labs tomorrow. We need to update you on everything.”

Ash, now fiddling with the cuffs of his shirt, nodded absentmindedly. “Was planning on it.”

“Good,” Kukui said, leaning back. He paused, noticing Ash blow out a nervous breath, then smiled reassuringly. “Hey, she’s going to have a great time.”

Ash glanced back at the Rotom Phone screen, his cheeks warming with a mild blush. But as Kukui’s words sank in, a small, confident smile tugged at his lips. “Thanks, Professor. I owe you. And not just for the clothes.”

“All good,” Kukui replied, waving him off. “Just let me know how it goes.” Then, with a smirk and a wink that Ash found unnecessarily teasing, Kukui added, “And remember, we’ll talk more later,” before signing off.

The screen went dark, and the Rotom Phone buzzed softly before tucking itself back into Ash’s pocket. The young champion stepped out of the bathroom and into his room, standing tall with his hands on his hips as he surveyed the damage done to his room in the process of getting ready. Sylveon and Pikachu looked up expectantly.

“Well?” Ash asked, turning to give them the full view. “What do you all think?”

Pikachu gave him an enthusiastic thumbs-up, his tail swishing in approval. Sylveon nodded regally, her ribbons fluttering as she scanned him head to toe. Then, with a decisive motion, she pointed toward the closet, specifically at a pair of white sneakers that looked brand new.

Ash chuckled, following her ribbon’s direction. “Right. I guess I should put on shoes.” He grabbed the sneakers, quickly slipping them on and tying the laces. Standing again, he looked down at himself, turning his feet to admire the sleek footwear. “Good call, Sylveon.”

Sylveon, apparently satisfied, chirped and gracefully exited the room, heading off to check on Serena. Ash took one last glance in the mirror, smoothing down the front of his sweater nervously, then gestured for Pikachu to follow him. Together, they headed downstairs.

Delia was bustling around the kitchen, preparing for her dinner rush. The warm smell of baking bread and simmering sauces filled the house. When she looked up and saw Ash, she nearly froze, her eyes widening as she took him in.

“Goodness!” she exclaimed, a playful tone in her voice. “Where’s Ash, and what have you done with him?”

“Mom…” Ash groaned, rolling his eyes as he headed for the fridge. His blush deepened as he rummaged through the shelves, pretending not to notice her proud smile.

Delia shook her head, still grinning. “You look very nice,” she said warmly.

Ash rubbed the back of his neck, mumbling a quiet, “Thanks,” before grabbing a bottle of lemonade. Suddenly, he realized how thirsty he was and downed the whole bottle in a single gulp. He wiped his mouth, his mind still buzzing with anticipation and nerves.

Pikachu hopped onto the counter, watching with amusement as Ash began pacing. Ash double-checked his pockets for what felt like the tenth time, pulling out the movie tickets to confirm they were still there. Then he patted another pocket to ensure his wallet was in place, pulling it out briefly to count his cash and check his cards. He even glanced at his Rotom Phone to confirm the time, his fingers brushing over the screen nervously.

After a moment, Ash decided to release the rest of his Pokémon. Delia and Mimey, ever industrious, enlisted their help to prep the restaurant for the evening rush. Charcadet was tasked with lighting the candles on the dining tables while Kilowattrel helped dust the overhead lamps with careful flaps of her wings. Delia chuckled as Finizen enthusiastically helped mop the kitchen floor by splashing water playfully. Koraidon was still at Cerise Labs, but the others seemed to enjoy the domestic reprieve. 

Ash kept an eye on his Pokémon while chewing on a warm dinner roll he’d swiped from the cooling rack. He barely noticed Pikachu glaring enviously at him until the sound of footsteps descending the stairs caught his attention. Turning instinctively toward the sound, Ash froze mid-bite.

Serena appeared in the doorway, her soft blue outfit catching the light as she stepped into the kitchen. The fitted crop top had a low sweetheart neckline, framed by delicate lace at the back, and exposed just a tasteful hint of her stomach. The matching skirt flowed down to her ankles, patterned with subtle white florals and swishing gently with each step. Her gold necklace, earrings, and bracelets shimmered faintly as she moved, and her blue ribbon—his ribbon—tied into a neat bow at her neckline, made her look even more radiant.

Serena adjusted the strap of her small blue purse as her wedges gave her a slight lift. When she glanced up and met Ash’s gaze, he nearly choked on his food. Pikachu, looking chagrined, had to rush over and pat his trainer on the back as Ash coughed, struggling to regain composure.

Delia gasped, beaming as she wiped her hands on her apron. “Oh my! You look lovely, dear! Truly, quite the fashionista!” She gave Ash a nudge with her elbow, snapping him out of his stupor just long enough for him to close his mouth and stop showing the world his half-chewed dinner roll.

Serena blushed, doing a little twirl and clasping her hands behind her back as her skirt fluttered around her. “Thank you, Delia,” she said warmly. She turned to Ash, her bright smile making his heart stutter. He struggled not to gape again. Really, he needed to just start getting used to seeing her look so…perfect…

Delia, noticing Ash’s growing flustered state, decided to grant him some reprieve. With a knowing smile, she motioned to Pikachu. “Well, I’d better make sure the Pokémon aren’t overdoing it in the dining room. Have fun, you two,” she said with a wink, and Pikachu obediently hopped onto her shoulder, leaving Ash and Serena alone in the kitchen.

“Uh…yeah, bye,” Ash mumbled awkwardly after his mom. Turning back to Serena, he caught her gazing at him with an expression that made his breath hitch. She was eyeing him up and down, her cheeks tinged pink as she took in his outfit. Ash subconsciously straightened his posture and tugged at the hem of his sweater.

“I, uh…hope I look nice enough for you,” he stammered, his hand twitching toward his hair before stopping himself. Sylveon would kill him if he messed it up.

Serena smiled, pushing a strand of golden hair behind her ear, her shy but radiant expression nearly undoing him. “You look really handsome, Ash,” she said softly. Drawing closer, she reached up with delicate hands to adjust his collar, smoothing it with gentle care. She tilted her head playfully, arching an eyebrow. “So…who dressed you this time? I have to know.”

Ash chuckled, finally releasing the breath he’d been holding. “What? You don’t think I’m capable of picking out my own fancy clothes?”

Her hands lingered on his chest, her touch sending sparks through him. “No offense, Ash,” she teased lightly, “but no. I don’t see you shopping for yourself—at least, not willingly.”

Ash laughed nervously, his eyes involuntarily wandering from her face to the thin straps of her top, to the curve of her collarbone where he’d kissed her just the night before. His gaze traveled lower before he snapped himself out of it, his face burning. He cursed Kukui for making him overthink everything now. But really, it was like every time she wore a new outfit, Ash grew more and more aware of, well, different parts of her…

Scratching the back of his neck, he mumbled, “Okay, well…Kukui might have helped.”

Serena hummed approvingly, her lips curling into a smirk. “I knew I liked him.”

Shaking off his flustered thoughts, Ash straightened up and slipped his hand into hers, his grin returning. “Are you ready?”

Serena’s eyes sparkled as she leaned forward, planting a quick kiss on his cheek. “Yes!” she beamed.

They flew on Charizard again but this time Serena was ready. She proudly informed Ash that she had slipped on her dance shorts beneath her skirt so that flying wouldn’t be an issue. Ash, of course, hadn’t thought it would be a problem anyway, but was happy to give her the win. He was even more happy when they hopped on the Flame Pokémon, where he settled himself behind Serena once again, securing her in his hold. 

The moonlight bathed everything in a soft glow, highlighting the curve of Serena’s smooth shoulders and strong back showing through the lace of her top. Ash’s gaze lingered for a moment too long before he caught on and shook his head, mentally scolding himself. He tried to refocus his thoughts. But when Serena relaxed against him, her warmth melting into his, all coherent thoughts faded. He could barely think as Charizard let out a low growl of contentment and launched into the sky.

The flight was exhilarating as always, but too short—the cool night air rushing past them. Serena leaned her head back, and Ash caught a glimpse of her moonlit smile as she took in the view. The city lights sparkled below them like tiny jewels, and Ash tightened his grip just slightly, telling himself that he just wanted her to feel safe…

They landed gently on the city’s outskirts to avoid drawing unnecessary attention. Serena slid off gracefully, smoothing her skirt as she turned to watch Ash hop down. Ash patted Charizard’s neck with a grin. “Thanks, buddy,” he said warmly, returning the proud Flame Pokémon to his Poké Ball after Charizard let out a small roar of satisfaction.

The couple then turned toward Viridian City, where the streets glowed with warm lights and bustled softly with activity. The town was smaller than places like Saffron or Celadon, but its charm lay in its understated elegance. Street vendors sold steaming skewers of roasted vegetables and savory dumplings. String lights hung between buildings, casting a cozy amber glow onto streets. Flower shops displayed vibrant bouquets in their windows, and the faint scent of jasmine and roses drifted through the air.

Some passersby clearly recognized them, a few discreetly pulling out their phones to snap pictures, but no one approached them directly. The people here seemed more reserved, polite enough to let the pair enjoy their evening without interruption.

Ash nervously stuffed his hands into his pocket, his steps slowing. “Okay, so…anything you want to do?” he asked, tugging at his collar a moment. “We don’t have to get dinner right away…”

Serena hummed thoughtfully, her eyes drifting over the shop windows they passed. Mannequins adorned with elegant outfits stood on display, jewelry glittered under soft lighting, and intricate accessories were arranged like treasures. Her gaze lingered, her lips pressing together as she hesitated.

Ash caught the look, glancing between her and the shops before the realization dawned. A smile broke across his face. He hated shopping—it wasn’t his thing at all. But for Serena? Even back in Kalos, he’d happily shop all day just to make her happy.

“You want to…go around some of the shops?” he teased.

Serena’s face lit up, though she tried to play it cool. “We don’t have to,” she said quickly, though the excitement in her tone betrayed her. “I just…always like seeing what’s fashionable in other regions.”

Ash laughed, reaching out to tug her gently toward the nearest boutique. “Well, come on then!” he said, his grin widening. 

Serena giggled, letting him pull her inside. And just like that they were kids again, wandering the streets of Kalos with the whole world ahead of them. 

They wandered into a variety of clothing shops, each offering its own distinct style and charm. Serena sifted through the racks, occasionally holding up an outfit to inspect it. Ash mostly hung back, his hands stuffed into his pockets, watching her quietly as she worked her way through the store with an ease that showed just how much she loved this.

Serena picked up a light pink dress with lace trim and held it up. “What do you think, Ash?” she asked, turning it this way and that. “Think I should try it on?” Serena smiled coyly.

Ash shrugged, trying to act nonchalant, but his gaze lingered a little too long. “S-sure!”

She disappeared into the fitting room. When she stepped out wearing the dress, Ash blinked. It hugged her figure just enough to highlight her natural elegance, and the soft pink color brought out the glow of her skin. “Uh…” he stammered, scratching the back of his neck. “You…uh, look great.”

Serena made a show of fluffing her hair, blushing. “Only great?” she teased.

Ash rubbed his nose, feeling heat crawl up his neck. “Okay, fine. You look amazing.”

Pleased, Serena did a playful twirl before heading back to change. As she sifted through more racks, Ash’s gaze fell on a sleek red dress with thin straps. He tried to act casual but kept sneaking glances at it.

Serena noticed. “Something catch your eye?” she asked, already knowing the answer as her fingers brushed over the fabric of the dress. “Want me to try this one on?” Her tone was playful, her blue eyes sparkling.

Ash hesitated. “Uh, only if you want to,” he muttered, but Serena saw right through him.

“Okay, for you,” she said with a wink, taking the dress into the fitting room.

When she emerged, Ash felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room. The glossy material shimmered faintly under the store’s soft lighting, catching the eye in all the right ways. The neckline dipped just low enough to be daring without crossing the line, showing a tasteful yet tantalizing hint of her collarbone and shoulders. Thin straps framed her arms, leaving her toned shoulders and neck completely bare, and the dress cinched perfectly at her waist, emphasizing her natural curves. Ash swallowed hard, his face turning impossibly red.

“So?” Serena prompted, spinning to showcase the subtle slit on one side that revealed a glimpse of her leg when she moved.

“You look…” Ash struggled to find the right word. He wanted to say hot, but still felt weird about it. But really, he felt like she could wear anything and look amazing…and—he had to admit—he kind of liked getting to choose what she wore. 

Serena could tell and she giggled, her cheeks remained rosy as she disappeared back into the fitting room. “Anything else you want me to try on?” she asked sweetly from behind the curtain.

Ash cleared his throat and eyed a few other things, his face still warm. “Maybe…” he mumbled, feeling a little insecure. However, when Serena insisted, he brought over a few other pieces for her, some of which were more whimsical and left them both laughing. 

Afterward, Serena decided it was Ash’s turn. Smiling, she tugged him toward a section of men’s clothing. “Maybe we can get you some new jeans,” she teased, rifling through the racks. “Or get you to wear something other than jeans altogether.”

“But I like my jeans,” Ash protested, crossing his arms.

Serena raised an eyebrow. “Ash, sometimes it’s nice to add a little variety. Besides…” She trailed off, glancing at him shyly. “I think you look really nice in fitted pants and button-downs.”

Ash blinked, surprised. “Yeah?”

Realizing she said that out loud, Serena blushed, fumbling with the hangers in her hands. “Um, yeah.”

Ash smirked, stepping closer to her. “What else do you think I look nice in?” he asked, feeling a little more confident.

Serena’s blush deepened as she felt him hovering behind her. She tried to focus on the racks, but his closeness made it difficult. “Well…” she started, her brow furrowed a little, frustrated by her own reaction as she forced herself to sound even. “What you’re wearing now is really nice. But I also like it when you wear a black T-shirt without the vest sometimes. Oh, and your school uniform with the tie and…”

She trailed off when she turned and found Ash standing even closer, staring at her intently. His expression was genuine, his curiosity clear, and it made her heart race.

“Why do you think I look nice in those things?” he asked, tilting his head.

Serena felt like steam was about to come out of her ears. She turned back around, grabbing a random black button-down shirt from the rack to avoid his gaze. “Maybe,” she said, trying to get a grip. Biting the inside of her cheek, she just decided to spit it out. “Because I think those things make you look hot.”

She risked a glance back at him, her neck and chest burning with heat. 

Ash stood frozen for a moment, her words clearly sinking in. His cheeks inflated slightly as a deep blush spread across his face. But then his expression shifted, a cheeky grin growing as he puffed out his chest. “Cool,” he said simply, clearly pleased with himself. It was nice to know he could have the same effect on her that she had on him. 

And next time, he wouldn’t be afraid to say so. 

Serena rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t hide her smile.

After a few purchases—mostly for Ash—they left the store, strolling hand in hand toward the restaurants. Along the way, they passed street stalls selling trinkets and souvenirs. At one booth, Ash spotted a Haunter mask. Grinning mischievously, he slipped it on and popped out from behind the stall, scaring Serena, who squealed and stumbled back.

The honey-blonde playfully pushed him away. “Not funny!” she scolded biting her lip not to laugh. When Ash grabbed her waist to steady her, pulling her close, she wriggled free, flipping up the mask triumphantly. Ash blushed, his smile sheepish as he planted a quick kiss on her cheek, making her face warm in return.

At the end of the street, Serena paused at a jewelry display. The glitter of a gold locket with a dull pink rose embossed on it caught her eye. “Oh!” she exclaimed softly, her breath catching for a moment as she admired it. But then she shook her head, brushing it off, and turned to keep walking.

Ash tugged her hand gently. “Wait,” he said, glancing at the locket and then back at her. “Do you want to go inside? Maybe they’d let you try it on?”

Serena shook her head quickly, her face flushing. “No, it’s fine. I really don’t need anything that nice.”

Ash frowned, confused. To him, Serena deserved the nicest things, and he didn’t understand why she’d shy away from them. 

He stood in front of the display window until finally Serena, a little flustered, tugged him along. She really didn’t want Ash thinking she was the type of girl that needed jewelry—or anything, for that matter—to be happy in a relationship. She wanted Ash to know that all she needed was him. 

She leaned up and kissed him softly on the lips, catching his attention. “Come on,” she said with a bright smile. “I’m starving.”

Area Two, Northern Province, Paldea

As the last of the Team Star members dispersed from the meeting, Carmen led Nemona and the group toward Eri’s Starmobile. The massive vehicle was an imposing sight, its neon lights still glowing faintly even though the rally had ended. Perched atop the hood, Eri sat cross-legged, her arms resting on her knees, casually chatting with her Annihilape. The Pokémon was just as striking as its trainer—its wild, ghostly fur flickering faintly under the glow of the Starmobile’s lights, its thick fists lightly tapping the hood in an almost rhythmic pattern. Eri ran a hand through her long, flowing hair, her gaze distant as though deep in thought, but her body language was relaxed, radiating a sense of authority and ease.

As Carmen and the others approached, Eri’s sharp eyes caught the movement. She stood fluidly, her tattered cape trailing behind her as she prepared to jump. With effortless grace, she flipped down from the Starmobile, landing with a resounding thud that seemed to reverberate through the ground. She straightened, her imposing figure made even more striking by her dramatic outfit and makeup, but her smile was warm, almost disarming.

“Carmen!” Eri greeted with a friendly wave and relief on her painted face. “I was starting to get worried. Did you take care of the Slaking?”

Carmen smiled back, waving her hand dismissively as though the task had been a minor inconvenience. “The Pokémon’s no longer in its Terastallized form and sleeping away—unharmed, for the most part.”

The former Class Queen nodded in approval, but her attention shifted to the unfamiliar group standing behind Carmen. Her eyes narrowed, taking in their appearances before settling on Nemona. “And you are…?”

Before Nemona could respond, Aliquis, awestruck, stepped forward with wide eyes and clasped hands. “Cool Annihilape…Your Highness.”

From beside the ace trainer, Bonnie groaned, smacking her forehead.  “Smooth…”

Nemona cleared her throat, stepping up confidently to explain. “I’m Nemona, Scarlet Academy’s class president. My friends and I were looking for the Caph Squad camp because we wanted to speak with you! We want to help Team Star and welcome you back to school!”

“Wait a second…” Eri tilted her head, studying Nemona more intently now. “I do know you…”

Carmen folded her arms, smirking. “Yeah, she’s the one who challenged Giacomo and Mela and took down their camps.”

Penny stepped forward, insistent. “Again…we didn’t ‘take down’ anything.”

Eri’s eyes lingered on Nemona, her expression unreadable. “Gotta say, it’s been a blow to see some of the best camps go. Not all the camps are allies these days…we were close with Schedar and Segin. Not so much with the others…”

Penny’s brow furrowed in surprise. “Wait, what do you mean?”

Eri didn’t seem to register the question, her dark eyes thoughtful. “I thought it was weird that those camps disappeared off the map completely. Just because you take down a boss doesn’t mean the camp should disband technically. Unless they did so willingly…”

“They did disband willingly because they believed us when we told them that we’re actually trying to help.” Nemona turned to Carmen, her tone calm but firm. “Mela and Giacomo are back at school with us! Trying to solve the bullying issue!”

“It’s true.” Penny nodded, picking up the thread. “But you probably knew that since either the challenger of a boss becomes the new boss if they win the challenge, or a new boss is voted on by the members of the camp. The fact that neither happened means…”

Nemona scrunched her nose, looking at Penny suspiciously. “Wait, how do you know so much about their rules again?”

Penny ignored her, focusing on Eri. “Look, we have a lot to talk about, but the most important thing right now actually has to do with your mission tomorrow.” 

Eri let out a short laugh, amused by the sudden change in subject. “What, you guys have info on the ‘giant Pokémon’ we’re about to take on?”

Carmen, standing beside her, also scoffed, clearly dismissive. “That’s what they’re saying.”

Arven stepped forward, his movements tense, his expression pinched with urgency. “Look, I know it sounds crazy, but these rumors are true.” He glanced around, visibly uneasy, his voice dropping. “Is there a place we can talk?”

Eri’s sharp gaze locked onto Arven. For a moment, she said nothing, her body still, but her eyes were searching, as though trying to gauge his sincerity. She hadn’t gotten far in her athletic career or leading Team Star by underestimating people, and there was something about Arven’s anxious tone that struck her as genuine. He wasn’t trying to challenge her authority—he was worried. 

Eri’s smile faded, her face turning serious. She gestured for them to follow. “We can talk in my tent.” Without waiting for a response, she turned, leading the way toward a large, well-secured tent near the back of the camp at the base of a cliff. Her Annihilape followed close behind, its movements silent but its presence looming.

Carmen lingered for a moment, watching Eri walk away before sighing and motioning for the group to follow. “You all are so annoying,” she muttered, shooting Nemona a warning look before trailing after Eri.

Nemona exchanged a quick glance with her friends, then strode after Eri, determination etched into her features. Arven, still visibly tense, followed closely behind, his thoughts a tempest. 

Viridian City, Kanto

For dinner, Ash last minute decided to take Serena to the restaurant Kukui said was “the nicest and most expensive” restaurant in town—not that Ash had any frame of reference. Looking back, the professor had probably brought up the bistro as kind of a joke, but it had stuck with Ash. He hardly ever spent money anyway, and he couldn’t think of a better use for it than to spend it on Serena. And so, waltzing up to the restaurant, he had no reservations asking for a table. 

In fact, he had no reservations at all. 

The host was clearly perturbed by this. However, when the manager immediately recognized the Monarch, a table “miraculously” opened up. 

Serena, meanwhile, seemed a bit flustered. Guests murmured softly to one another at candlelit tables, each beautifully set with crisp linens and polished silverware. The air smelled of fresh herbs, butter, and wine, and the honey-blonde couldn’t help but feel a little overwhelmed.

“Ash,” she whispered fiercely as they were led to their table, “this looks way too nice. I—are you sure you want to…”

Ash just looked at her, confused, “But aren’t you supposed to do nice things on a date?” 

Serena colored even more as a few whispers about their arrival began to circulate around the restaurant. “Yeah, well,” she swallowed, holding tighter to his arm and bringing herself close to him, “I want you to have fun too. And, you know, you’re not always into…all this…”

Ash just looked down at her and smiled. “Yeah, but you are,” he said simply, as if that made eating here the easiest decision in the world. Besides, he didn’t care where they ate as long as he got fed. 

Serena’s face grew warmer, and her steps faltered. She didn’t know how to respond to that, so she just smiled back, her heart feeling impossibly full.

And despite the formal setting, dinner turned out to be unexpectedly fun. Ash, unfamiliar with anything on the menu, leaned over to Serena almost every time the waiter left to ask questions like, “What’s a reduction?” or, “Why does everything have foam on it?”

He had no idea which silverware to use for each course, and halfway through the appetizer, Serena caught him cutting his food with the wrong knife, gently correcting him with a giggle. What could have been frustrating or embarrassing was, to her, undeniably adorable. Ash wasn’t trying to impress anyone in the restaurant—just her—and that was what made it all so special. Dates clearly weren’t his forte, but he was putting in so much effort just to make her happy. She thought it might have been one of the sweetest things he’d ever done.

Ash leaned forward, his amber eyes bright with curiosity. “So, how are you feeling about the Contest season coming up? Are you pumped?”

Serena’s fingers drummed softly against the edge of the table, her smile faltering for just a moment. “Uh, yeah. I am!” she said, her voice too chipper to be convincing. Inside, her stomach twisted. She was excited—how could she not be? But nerves had been growing and gnawing at her since she’d committed to this new path and the new announcement of an international Grand Festival. And the missed calls from Palermo and Kathi Grace from the last day loomed in her mind, each one a reminder of the responsibilities she hadn’t quite figured out how to balance. Between her duties as Kalos Queen and this new challenge, the path ahead began to feel overwhelming, and she wasn’t sure yet how she would juggle it all.

Ash noticed her distracted response and decided not to push for now. 

Soon enough, their conversation turned to their Pokémon, and they brainstormed more strategies for training, bouncing ideas off each other with the kind of ease that only came from knowing someone so well.

As their plates were cleared away, Ash leaned back in his chair, a satisfied grin on his face. “Maybe tomorrow we look around some more at the Park and find you an awesome Pokémon!” he said, brimming with excitement.

Serena hesitated, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. A small part of her had already begun forming an idea, but she wasn’t ready to say it out loud just yet. Instead, she smiled and nodded. “Mhm!”

After dinner, they realized they had lingered a little too long in their conversation. Ash paid hurriedly—not even quite sure which of his cards to use—but soon enough he quickly grabbed Serena’s hand, pulling her out of the restaurant and weaving through the streets toward the theater.

By the time they arrived, they were breathless but laughing. The previews had already begun, and the dim theater lights guided them quickly to their seats. The room was hushed, save for the low murmur of the trailers and the occasional rustling of popcorn bags. Ash dropped into his seat, letting out a satisfied exhale. It had been a while since he’d been to the movies, and he was excited to lose himself in something and forget about some of the stress he still felt following him from the conversations with the professors earlier that day. 

He glanced sideways at Serena, who looked equally content but a little shy, her blue eyes sparkling with a hesitant plan. Ash tilted his head, about to ask what she was thinking, when she reached for the armrest between them and lifted it. Without a word, she scooted closer, pressing her side against his. 

Ash blinked, his face growing warm as Serena nestled into him, her cheek brushing lightly against his shoulder. His heart thumped unevenly, but when her soft, familiar scent reached him, he relaxed and wrapped his arm around her, his movements unsure at first.

The movie began. 

It was a high-energy action-adventure film, filled with daring stunts, clever plot twists, and enough humor to keep Ash engaged. The protagonist—some Pokéstudios star Serena had apparently heard of—was a swashbuckling hero who, along with his quick-witted Growlithe, embarked on a globe-trotting mission to retrieve a priceless artifact and stop a world-ending disaster. Explosions, car chases, and secret codes kept everyone on the edge of their seats. Ash thought it was awesome. Serena tried not to wince every time something exploded. 

After the second car chase scene, Ash leaned over, “Maybe I should learn to drive!”

“Not like that ,” Serena rolled her eyes, sipping her soda with a raised brow.

About halfway through the movie, amidst all the chaos, came a quiet, intimate moment. The main hero found himself on a secluded beach with the girl who’d been helping him on his mission. The sun dipped low on the horizon. As waves lapped gently at the shore, the pair finally shared a long-awaited kiss. 

Serena sighed softly, her eyes glued to the screen, her hands clasping together in her lap. Ash, on the other hand, stifled a yawn. He didn’t get what the whole build-up was for. Besides, he felt like his kisses with Serena were way better.  

He was about to say so when he noticed that the kiss kept going…And the characters weren’t just moving their lips anymore…

That got Ash’s attention. 

And his attention stayed glued while the main guy led the girl by the hand into a bedroom before closing the door and the scene went black. 

Serena shifted in her seat, her fingers playing nervously with the ribbon tied at her chest. She avoided looking at Ash, her cheeks blooming with color. For some reason it all made Ash’s face begin to burn too. He began to wonder what two people in love might do together in a room, alone. And that’s when the visions he’d been trying to keep blurred started to clear up just a little—especially when his mind, betraying him, imagined him and Serena as the two going into the room and shutting the door. 

His breath hitched, his free hand fidgeting with the fabric of his pants as he tried to push the image away. But the weight of the door shutting behind them lingered, making the thoughts stick stubbornly as his blush deepened until it crept down his neck.

Ash’s attention snapped back to the screen as an intense action sequence began—more explosions, car chases, and chaos. Relief washed over him as he buried himself in the fast-paced scene, silently thanking Arceus for giving his brain a much-needed reset.

Area Two, Northern Province, Paldea

“So…the ‘giant Orthworm’ is real?” Eri blinked at them, blowing on her soup and then pointing at Arven with her spoon. “That’s what you’re trying to tell us?”

The group sat cross-legged on the floor of the Team Star boss’s tent, their Pokémon resting nearby after a long day. The interior was surprisingly cozy, lit with soft lanterns casting a warm glow over the sturdy rugs and blankets spread out for seating. A pot of soup simmered on a small portable stove, filling the space with a comforting aroma. Dinner was served—a hearty mix of soup, bread, and roasted vegetables that was unexpectedly delicious. Even the Pokémon had been given some food and treats, earning satisfied purrs and tail wags from the team.

Despite the meal, Arven barely touched his food, his face pale and drawn. He had just finished explaining the situation with the Titan Pokémon, his words tumbling out in a mix of urgency and exhaustion. He now sat with his hands on his knees, breathing hard.

“Yeah,” Arven nodded, looking like he’d just run a marathon, “that’s what we’re trying to say.”

Carmen leaned back, crossing her arms with a skeptical snort. “Sounds ridiculous.”

For a moment, Eri was silent. She set her spoon down gently on the low table, her sharp eyes fixed on Arven, studying him carefully. It wasn’t just his words—though they were spoken with a trembling urgency—but everything about him: his body language, the tightness in his shoulders, the way his hands gripped his knees like he was trying to keep himself steady. His voice, low and slightly cracked, carried none of the bravado or self-assuredness she’d seen in so many other trainers. And then there was the way he barely met her gaze—brief flickers of eye contact before he’d look away, as though afraid of what he might see reflected back at him. This wasn’t someone trying to grandstand or prove a point; this was someone deeply, genuinely afraid for them.

Eri’s memories of Arven from their time at school surfaced unexpectedly. She hadn’t known him well, but she remembered him—a quiet, reserved boy who often lingered on the edges of classrooms and hallways. While others gossiped or stirred up drama, Arven kept to himself, his head usually down, as though trying to shrink out of sight. But he wasn’t unfriendly—on the rare occasions he did speak, he’d always been very kind to her. Once, when they’d first started at the Academy, he’d offered Eri and her Pokémon his lunch when she’d forgotten to pack her own, offering it with a shy twitch before retreating into the background again. But she doubted he remembered that…

But there was, of course, the weight of his family name. Arven was Turo’s son—everyone knew that—and Eri had often wondered what it must have been like for Arven to live under that kind of…shadow. She couldn’t recall him ever mentioning it, and there had never been rumors of Turo causing trouble. If anything, Arven’s quiet demeanor had always struck her as someone who preferred to avoid being noticed altogether.

That was what solidified her belief now. Arven wasn’t the kind of person to lie, exaggerate, or stir up chaos for the sake of it. He wasn’t here because he wanted to prove anything to himself or anyone else. He was here because he felt responsible for some reason, and because he was trying—desperately—to stop them from walking into something they didn’t understand.

“I believe you,” Eri said finally, her brown eyes clear and bright.

Arven exhaled, his shoulders sagging with relief. “Thank you,” he murmured, his voice tight with gratitude.

Nemona, however, leaned forward with a grin, seizing the moment. “Great!” She pumped her fist, “Now that that problem is solved, let’s talk about how we at Scarlet Academy are trying to help Team Star! And the documentary we want to make with—”

Eri raised a hand, cutting her off. “The problem is far from solved.” Her expression turned thoughtful, her tone firm. “But now I know I’ll need to bring reinforcements.”

Aliquis nearly dropped his bowl, looking at the former Class Queen in disbelief. “Wait…You still want to go after that thing? Even after what Arven said?”

Even Carmen seemed caught off guard, her eyebrows shooting up. “Riri…”

Eri nodded, her face calm but resolute. “It’s dangerous. But Caph Squad’s committed to making Paldea safer for rookie trainers trying to find their way. While I have my problems with the Academy, I’ve always respected the Treasure Hunt. This Titan Pokémon seems to be causing a lot of trouble for people.” She paused, her expression softening. “And we want to help. It gives us a sense of purpose.” 

Eri knew that Team Star had struggled to find a place in the world, especially after their fallout with the Academy. But helping trainers in the wilderness had given her squad a sense of redemption, a way to prove their worth—if not to others, then at least to themselves. It wasn’t just about clearing paths or protecting travelers; it was about showing the world—and maybe themselves—that they were more than the labels others had given them.

Nemona’s grin faded, frustration flickering across her face. “Look, we know the Monarch—Ash Ketchum—and he’ll take care of it. Trust us. This isn’t your battle. On the other hand, back at school, we need you to come back and clear up Team Star’s reputation! We were hoping you’d be in this video and—”

Eri’s eyes darkened, growing sharp. “No offense, but your little problems at school are the least of my concern right now. If people want to think badly of us, even though we’re helping, then so be it. I’m done trying to convince people how they should think of me.”

Her voice rode a sigh as she continued, a note of sadness creeping in. “Ever since being Class Queen, I’ve been done. People will say what they want, and you can’t stop them.”

Beside her, Carmen shifted uncomfortably, staring at the floor. The words seemed to hang in the air, heavy with unresolved emotions.

Eri straightened, her tone decisive again. “We’re going to stick with the mission.”

Nemona opened her mouth to protest, but Penny placed a hand on her shoulder. “Well then,” Penny said firmly, “if you’re going, we’re going too.”

Bonnie nodded eagerly. “Yeah!” 

Arven’s head snapped up, his expression aghast. “What?!” Wracked with guilt, he felt his stomach churn. He knew they couldn’t let Eri and her team face the Orthworm alone, but the weight of his father’s burdens and the danger of these Titans bore down heavily on him. The key card in his pocket—the one Amethio had given him—felt like a stone, pulling his thoughts into darker places. What if this all spiraled out of control, just like everything else connected to Turo’s research?

Penny turned to the botanist, her tone calm but resolute. “From what you’ve told us, they’re going to need all the help they can get.” Her gaze shifted meaningfully back to Eri. “And we meant what we said—we want to help you. If that looks like taking down some weird Pokémon, then we will. We want to earn your trust.”

The group exchanged glances. Aliquis and Goh both nodded solemnly, their expressions serious. Bonnie looked a little nervous but determined, her hands tightening around Dedenne. Arven, however, was pale, conflicted beyond belief. Nemona’s jaw tightened, her internal conflict written all over her face.

Eri looked at Nemona, her eyebrows raised, as if expecting an argument. But Nemona sighed, her frustration giving way to reluctant acceptance. “Penny’s right. If you all really feel like you have to do this, then we’re going to help.” She grew firm again, her trademark energy returning. “But don’t think I’m not going to try and convince you to come back to Scarlet Academy while we travel there! It’s a half-day trek to the mines and we have a lot to catch you up on!”

Carmen scoffed, rolling her eyes. “We don’t need your—”

Eri interrupted, her lips curving into a small grin. “Fair enough.” She turned to Carmen, her voice gentle but commanding. “We’ll need them. Nemona’s a great battler, and Arven seems to know a lot about this Orthworm.” She smiled warmly at the rest of the group. “And I’m sure you’re all just as capable.”

Goh grinned, flexing a muscle. “You know it!”

Aliquis crossed his arms, puffing his chest out, though he shrugged nonchalantly. “We’re pretty good.”

Bonnie let out a long-suffering sigh, shaking her head at their theatrics.

Eri turned to Arven, her expression softening. “Thanks for warning us.” She smiled, her face paint only adding to the warmth in her expression. It caught Arven off guard.

Arven’s face turned crimson, and he quickly looked away, muttering, “Yeah, well… I don’t support going after it. At all. But we are going to help.” He hesitated, then added quietly, “Unfortunately, some of us have experience with these things.”

Bonnie grinned mischievously, wiggling her eyebrows. “No need to be so humble when you brag.” She patted Arven’s back and turned to Eri. “Arven’s battled two Titan Pokémon before!”

Arven shot her a glare, his face growing hotter. 

Eri studied Arven again, her dark eyes steady. “That’s what he said. I bet he’s very strong!”

Nemona looked utterly confused, “Arven? Like a strong battler?”

“Being strong is more than just about battling!” Eri laughed, her eyes closing in amusement. 

Arven fumbled for words, his tongue suddenly feeling too heavy to form a coherent sentence. “I, er…”

Aliquis scrunched his nose, glancing between the former Class Queen and ‘Captain Anxious.’ “Uh, am I missing something?”

Soon enough, Eri clapped her hands, drawing everyone’s attention. “We should all get our rest before tomorrow! We’ll leave early to make sure we find this Pokémon before nightfall!”

Everyone quickly agreed, the tension in the tent easing as they began to prepare for the mission ahead.

Viridian City, Kanto

It felt like the whole mood shifted after the movie.

Ash and Serena strolled out of the theater, the city streets still lively despite the late hour. But there was a heaviness now—one Ash couldn’t quite put his finger on and it began to really bother him.  

Streetlamps cast a golden glow over smooth walkways, couples continued to linger by shop windows, and musicians and their Pokémon strummed softly on distant corners. 

Walking side by side, their shoulders brushed more often than not, and finally, their hands seemed to tentatively find their way back to each other—fingers intertwining, Serena’s small hand fitting snugly in Ash’s.

While his mind was still spinning with thoughts from the movie, Ash realized that tomorrow would be their last full day in Pallet Town. Soon, they’d have to go back to the real world—whether they wanted to or not. Maybe that was what was weighing on both of them, Ash wondered, his grip tightening on the honey-blonde. He knew Serena felt the heaviness too .  

Ash glanced at her, searching for something to say. “It’s, uh…it’s really nice out,” he managed, stuffing his free hand into his pocket and trying to sound casual. 

The night was temperate, the breeze light and refreshing. Above them, faint stars peeked through the haze of city lights. Serena smiled softly, but there was a twinge of sadness in her gaze as she looked up at Ash. “I wish this night wouldn’t end,” she admitted in barely above a whisper.

Her words held more weight than she intended, and Ash noticed the way her lips tilted downwards just before she forced them into a smile. Her eyes betrayed her—focused on something far away. He recognized that look. Had seen it numerous times during their time in Kalos, and even back then it had spurred him to want to do something about it. 

Ash’s chest tightened, and he quickly shook his head. “It doesn’t have to! Not yet!” His eyes lit up as an idea struck him, and before she could respond, he grabbed her hand and began pulling her gently down the street. “Come on!”

Serena followed, a breathless laugh leaving her as Ash led her southward, weaving through quieter streets until they arrived at the entrance of a park. The space was dimly lit but lush and inviting, with wide stone paths bordered by hedges and flowerbeds. They passed a few groups of friends and other couples still milling about. Nearby, an older man enjoying the night with his Caterpie tipped his hat at passersby. 

The park grew quieter as they climbed a gently sloping hill. The lamps spaced along the trail became sparser, and soon the bustling sounds of the city below were replaced by the whispers of leaves rustling in the wind. When they reached the top, the sight stole Serena’s breath. Spread out before them was a breathtaking view of the cityscape, lights twinkling like a sea of stars against the deep blue canvas of the night.

Ash glanced at her, proud of himself for remembering the spot after Kukui had mentioned it in his long rundown…

He turned toward the honey-blonde, waiting for her reaction, practically anticipating a kiss, but paused when he saw the distant look in her eyes again. “Hey?” he asked, soft with concern. “You okay?”

Serena blinked, startled, then offered him a faint smile. “Oh, sorry—yes! This is really pretty, Ash. Thank you.”

Not convinced, Ash gently took her hand again and guided her to a nearby bench. He sat her down, setting their shopping bags aside, and settled in beside her. “Hey,” he said more firmly, his brow furrowing. “You wanna tell me what’s up? I feel like something’s been bothering you since dinner…”

Serena hesitated, biting her lip before finally meeting his eyes. The moonlight lucent on her face. “I’m just sad that all this has to end,” she repeated, this time her voice trembling. “This has been the best weekend—more than I could have imagined—and soon we have to go back and…” Her gaze drifted to the city lights below, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. “There’s so much going on back in Paldea—especially for you.”

Ash let out a deep breath and leaned back against the bench, realizing that neither of them seemed really able to shake off what lay ahead. 

“Don’t worry about me,” he began, his tone both reassuring and firm. “I mean, yeah—when I left for a new adventure, this is definitely not what I imagined it would be like. I thought I’d be able to go back to when things were easy and fun and….” He ran a hand through his hair, his shoulders sagging for a moment before straightening. “But while I do feel like there’s just something dark beneath everything going on there, you heard the professors! I’ve got all the help I need when we go back. Not to mention Clemont and everyone else—together, we can do anything! No matter how messed up it gets!”

Serena almost scoffed but caught herself, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “And you’re always telling me how strong I am,” she said, resting her chin on her hands, which were propped on her knees. She turned her head to look at him, her expression soft but filled with adoration. “When you’re the one who can carry the weight of the world on his shoulders.”

Ash leaned forward, suddenly struck. Her sapphire eyes, wide open, restless and sparkling like water, sometimes drove him crazy. “I can only do that because you’re with me, Serena,” he said earnestly. Before she could respond, Ash jumped up from the bench and jogged a few paces toward the edge of the hill. With his arms outstretched, he laughed into the night, the sound carefree and boyish. He put his hands on his hips and turned back toward her, his grin infectious. “I—I don’t know what it is, I just feel like I can do anything with you beside me!”

Serena watched him, her heart tightening. He looked so much like the boy running down those steps years ago, shouting that “nothing’s a waste of time.” She laughed, shaking her head at his boundless energy. “Ash…” she murmured.

Ash laughed again, the sound echoing through the quiet park. He suddenly ran back to Serena, grabbing her wrists and pulling her up off the bench. “Don’t you feel the same way?” he asked, his amber eyes sparkling with excitement. “Serena, you’re Kalos Queen! And soon, you’re going to be Top Coordinator of Paldea!”

He clumsily spun her around, making her squeal in surprise. Her laughter bubbled over as he caught her mid-spin, his face stopping inches from hers. “And I’m going to be cheering you on the whole way,” he declared with unwavering confidence.

Serena slipped her arms around his neck to escape the dizziness, but her expression soon softened. “Ash…” she whispered, her tone growing serious again. “I…I am nervous—about getting back into contests and…I think that’s another thing really bothering me. I’m so annoyed with myself for feeling scared and insecure again. That’s…that’s just not me anymore—or, at least, that’s what I thought, but…I don’t know. Maybe it’s because more people are watching me. There are more expectations.” 

Ash studied her face intently, his grip tightening around her waist. His carefree expression shifted as concern flickered in his eyes. “Does Guillermo have anything to do with it?” he asked, his jaw stiff, his eyes darkening. “He won’t get near you, Serena, I promise. I—”

Serena cut him off by cupping his mouth with her hand, her thumb brushing his cheek in a calming motion. “No, Ash,” she said gently. “I’m not afraid of him.” She winced a little but held his gaze. “Not really. But…I’m afraid of not being good enough. I, uh, feel like I didn’t go against the best. And now…I’ll be facing the best of the best. All the while juggling my responsibilities as Kalos Queen, and having to navigate the Guillermo situation.”

Ash took a deep breath. Just thinking about that creep could really get his heart rate going—but soon he began to calm down, registering Serena’s words. He let go of her waist, gripping her shoulders instead, his gaze burning into hers. “Serena, I believe in you,” he said, his voice steady and sure. “You can do anything you put your mind to. Back in Lilycove, you told me you’d be the best, and you got there—you became Top Coordinator, and then you became Kalos Queen. And being the best isn’t about being perfect—remember? Even if we mess up or fail at something,” he pumped a fist, his grin returning, “we just get back up until we make it to the top again! This isn’t all or nothing. It’s about never giving up. That’s our motto!”

Serena was still as she processed Ash’s words. Soon, her lips curved into a slow smile, Ash’s words igniting a spark of determination within her. She nodded, her enthusiasm building like a cresting wave. “That’s our motto,” she repeated, her confidence blooming anew. Gripping his arms, she gave them a firm squeeze as the excitement coursed through her. “Thanks, Ash!” she exclaimed, her smile breaking into a radiant beam. “You’re right. I can do this! We can do this. We’re stronger than we’ve ever been before and, well, we have each other now!” She blushed, but didn’t shy away from her words.

Ash grinned broadly, his pride and affection shining through. “That’s the spirit!” They laughed together, their arms falling naturally around each other’s waists, pulling them into an easy embrace.

As the laughter faded, Ash tilted his head curiously. “Speaking of contests and all, have you thought any more about who to add to your team? Like I said, we can look around the Park some more tomorrow.”

Serena hesitated for a moment before scratching her cheek as she looked back up at him. “Actually, I have been thinking a lot about someone…it’s just, maybe a little unexpected.”

Ash’s eyes lit up, his curiosity piqued. “Yeah? Who?”

Serena blushed faintly, her reply quieter but no less sure. “Feebas.”

Ash blinked, caught off guard. “The Feebas with the hurt fin?” he asked, not judgmental but genuinely surprised. He scratched the back of his head, clearly trying to process her choice.

It wasn’t that he didn’t think Feebas was awesome—Ash was always one to root for the underdog. But he couldn’t help but think about Serena’s contest strategy. Feebas, with her frayed fin and unusual appearance, didn’t seem like the most obvious choice for contest battles. And for performances? Feebas didn’t exactly match Serena’s…look.

Serena moved out of Ash’s arms, pacing a little as her thoughts spilled out, her hands gesturing animatedly. “I know you probably think I’m crazy, but…I don’t know, something about her really spoke to me. I know she won’t be able to help me in contests, and that’s okay. Really. I’ve thought about it.” Her voice grew more impassioned as her pacing quickened. “But Feebas’s story is just so inspiring, and I want to be a part of it. She’s been so strong!”

She stopped and turned back toward Ash, her sapphire eyes shining with emotion. “Oh, Ash! I just can’t stand the idea of Feebas wanting to be with a trainer and maybe even see the world but instead having to settle for being ignored because of how weak she looks…I know there are worse places for her than the lab, but if our dreams are bigger than what’s expected of us, well, that can make anyone feel trapped! I know the feeling.”

Ash didn’t interrupt, his amber eyes following her every movement. She was captivating when she spoke like this, her words full of conviction and care. His gaze lingered on her hands as they nervously played with the ribbon at her chest. Her passion radiated from her in waves, and he couldn’t help but let a slow grin spread across his face.

When Serena finally stopped pacing, she looked at him, her expression a mixture of vulnerability and hope. “Well?” she asked, almost breathless.

Ash chuckled softly, his grin widening. He shrugged, his hands moving to rest on his hips. “In my experience, I think sometimes you don’t choose the Pokémon, but the Pokémon chooses you. And who knows! You and Feebas might be meant for each other.”

Her eyes glistened, a soft gasp escaping her lips. “You really think so?”

Ash nodded, his tone steady and reassuring. “You guys did seem to have a connection. Sometimes a trainer and a Pokémon see themselves in each other, and it just makes their bond that much stronger.”

Serena clutched her hand to her heart, her smile radiant. “Yeah,” she whispered, her nodding becoming more resolute as her confidence grew.

Ash smirked, tilting his head. “So, I guess we’ll have to find Feebas again tomorrow and see what she thinks about the idea.”

Serena practically jumped, clapping her hands together in excitement. “Let’s do it!” She spun in a circle, her joy spilling over, and then skipped back toward Ash, throwing her arms around him. “Thank you! Thank you for understanding.”

Ash’s face reddened as she pressed against him, her enthusiasm catching him off guard. “Y-yeah!” he stammered, words cracking. He was momentarily frozen before his arms found their way around her. Serena rested her head against his chest, her hold on him soft but sure.

“And thank you for tonight,” she murmured, softer now. “I needed this—this time with you.”

Ash glanced down at her, gulping as he took in the way she fit so perfectly against him. He looked back out at the cityscape that stretched below them, lights flickering like stars. “I needed it too,” he admitted. 

The two stood there in silence, the distant sounds of night Pokémon blending with the faint hum of the town below. A light breeze rustled the leaves of the trees around them, but it felt as though the world had stilled, leaving only them in this moment. Who knew when they’d get another chance like this? The thought pressed against Ash’s chest, making him hold her just a little tighter.

"So," Ash began, breaking the silence with a nervous chuckle, "did I do a good job with the date?"

Serena blinked, her thoughts snapping back into focus. "Hm?" she asked, tilting her head. When the question processed, her lips curved into a warm smile. "Yes, Ash. You did great."

Ash puffed out his chest a little, his usual boyish pride showing through, but it quickly turned into a sheepish wince as he scratched his cheek. "Not gonna lie, Kukui helped me a lot," he admitted. "But you liked walking around? And the restaurant?"

Serena laughed, her smile brightening. "I did. I loved it all!"

Ash hesitated a moment, then asked, "And the movie?" His face flushed at the thought, the image of the couple disappearing behind the door. He wasn’t sure why he was so hung up on it, but the scene had left him confused. “That was okay?”

Serena’s cheeks turned pink, and she stammered, caught off guard by his sudden interest. "I-I did like the movie. There was definitely a lot of action, and, um…the costumes could have been designed better," she said, clearly trying to steer the conversation away from something.

Ash, however, seemed fixated. "There was romance too, though," he blurted. "I bet a lot of girls liked that."

Serena frowned a little, confused and mildly frustrated by his pressing. Slowly, she answered, "Yeah…I’m sure a lot of girls did." 

They fell into another silence, coming apart to start back up towards the bench to get the shopping bags.

“Well, did you like the romance?” Ash asked again, his amber eyes intent, searching hers for something Serena couldn’t quite place.

This time, Serena really did blush, her thoughts spinning. She misunderstood him, fidgeting as she tried to respond. “I mean, I do like romance, Ash, if that’s what you’re asking. But I thought our date was very romantic! Even being up here with you is romantic!” She gave him a small, shy smile.

Ash shook his head, almost as if he wasn’t sure what he was asking, “But the movie…did you think their kissing was romantic? Like…the way they kissed?”

The memory of the kiss scene flashed through Serena’s mind very clearly, and her blush deepened. Any words she spoke would probably be a squeak so she nodded, the movement barely perceptible. 

They made it to the bench and stood there facing each other awkwardly for a moment.

Ash hesitated, his gaze flicking downward before he asked, “Um, well…do people kiss like that a lot?”

Serena blinked, startled. “Like what, Ash?” Her voice faltered. Was he really asking about… that ?

“You know…” He looked a little flustered, scratching the back of his head before meeting her eyes again. 

The realization hit Serena like a tidal wave. Her face turned a fiery crimson as her hands flew to her cheeks. “Oh!” she squeaked. She tried to calm herself down. Failed. “Well—uh—yeah, Ash,” she swallowed, “I guess a lot of couples kiss like that at, uh, some point.” Her hands twisted nervously in front of her as she tried to explain.

Ash’s mind took a while to process that. “Oh,” he said simply. 

Serena nodded quickly, still mortified. “Yeah,” she murmured, quieter now. “They, uh, call it the Kalos Kiss, actually. Since it, well, supposedly came from there…”

“The Kalos Kiss,” Ash repeated, mildly dazed. His amber eyes danced, though his own face grew warm as he thought it over. He glanced back at the honey blonde, practically shaking as the next question tumbled out of him. “Uh, do you ever, well…want to kiss like that?”

Serena’s heart skipped a beat. She stared at him, her breath caught in her throat. Eventually she decided to just be honest, her reply slipping out in a whisper, “...Sometimes.” 

“Yeah?” Ash’s ears grew hot and he slipped his hands into his pockets as he tentatively stepped closer. 

“I mean,” Serena started, his breath warm on her cheeks. She fidgeted with her ribbon and she winced, “I…well, I might have tried to kiss you like that before.” 

Ash’s eyes widened, “Really?! When?!”

“Um…” Serena bit her lip, glancing up at him briefly before turning her rose-kissed face away. “In your room last night…Before your mom came in.”

“Oh,” Ash breathed, his mind flashing back to that moment—the tentative brush of her tongue, breathing her in. He swallowed, suddenly aware of how fast his pulse was beating. “Do you, er, know how to kiss like that?”

Serena shook her head quickly, her arms wrapping around to hug herself. “No,” she admitted, the words tumbling out in a rush. “But I was…I was going to try.” An awkward pause left her trembling, “Really, we can just forget it and—,”

Ash’s hands twitched at his sides. Then, almost shyly, “Do you want to try again?”

Serena’s breath hitched, her eyes snapping back to his. Her heart thundered as she whispered, “Do you want me to?”

Ash’s expression softened, and he smiled at her in that familiar, boyish way that always made her chest feel warm. “You know how I feel about kissing you,” he grinned through his flushed cheeks. “And I definitely feel like we haven’t done enough kissing on our date.”

“Ash!” Serena exclaimed, her face blazing. How did he always manage to fluster her so easily?

Ash’s grin was wide and unguarded and a little nervous. “Well, it’s true!”

Serena looked around, trying to focus on anything other than him. “We’re in public,” she pointed out. “I know how you feel about kissing in public.”

Ash didn’t even look. “I don’t see anyone here now.” 

Serena narrowed her eyes at him, though the corners of her lips twitched upward. If she didn’t know him better, Serena would have thought Ash had planned this whole midnight park escapade. However, she did know him. And she knew it was just a lucky coincidence for him that no one was around. And that it was dark. And that the lights from the city really did make it all so romantic. 

"You…" Serena began, quiet and hesitant as she fought to keep her composure. Her thoughts were a mess. "You’d really never seen people kiss like that in movies before?"

Ash shook his head. "Not ones I’d seen," he looked away for a moment as though embarrassed. "Or…I just didn’t pay attention before."

Serena blinked at him, her lips parting in surprise. "Oh," she murmured, unsure how to respond. 

"But I paid attention this time!" Ash rushed, trying to sound confident. His gaze shifted back to her, this time lingering on her lips. "And…I’m still paying attention." His words hung in the air, heavy and meaningful.

Serena’s breath hitched, her pulse in her ears. The flush returned to her cheeks as she took a small, tentative step closer to him, the world around them fading. She wavered, unsure but full of longing. "Are you?" she whispered, barely able to get the words out.

Ash nodded, his hands hesitating for a moment before they found her waist. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, though his fingers trembled. The memory of her tongue brushing his lips the night before had haunted him, playing over and over in his mind. He couldn’t shake it, and now he needed to feel it again, fully, completely. He didn’t know why.

Serena’s breath stuttered. "Okay," her voice was almost breaking. "Well…I really might not be very good at this." She bit her lip, her gaze dropping to his mouth, her nerves growing as the moment stretched. 

Ash just grinned his toothy grin. “I wouldn’t know the difference.”

Serena laughed. The warmth blooming inside her grew stronger, chasing away some of her insecurities. Her arms rose almost instinctively, circling his neck. Her fingers brushed lightly against the hair at the nape of his neck as she brought herself closer to him, their faces mere inches apart. Her voice was barely audible, a soft, reassuring whisper. "Just follow my lead then…"

"Like when we dance?" Ash murmured, nearly bouncing with anticipation at this point.

Serena’s smile matched his, soft and sweet, as she felt the warmth of his breath on her lips. "Yeah, just like that," she said, the words barely out before she closed the distance, her mouth pressing against his—tentative at first, both of them unsure but eager.

Ash, as usual, lost himself in Serena’s warmth—the softness of her kiss, the way her presence melted everything else away. She moved slowly at first, brushing and pressing her lips against his in a rhythm he tried to follow, though his nerves made it difficult.

His breath hitched when he felt her fingers slip into his hair, threading through the strands as if to steady herself. The action sent a jolt of excitement through him, though his own hands stayed glued to her waist, exhilarated and terrified. It was then that Serena’s lips began to move like they had the night before, parting ever so slightly and gently guiding his to do the same.

And when he felt her tongue slip across the edges of his lips, sliding gently into his mouth, Ash’s eyes actually widened for a moment. His whole body grew warm, a rush of something he couldn’t quite name. He froze, his brain struggling to catch up to the new sensation and what it stirred in him. It was weird, almost jarring. It felt vulnerable in a way he hadn’t expected. 

Serena inhaled sharply, nervous and shy and even a little clumsy. For her, she felt like she was going in blind. Just following her imagination and trying to take Ash along with her. But he seemed a bit stunned at the moment, and she actually had to hold back a laugh. His tongue was frozen in place.

She pulled back, her eyes glinting—amused and shy. "You have to move it," she whispered, her words catching as she tried to explain without falling apart herself.

Ash blinked, dazed. "Wait—what?" he asked, somewhere between protest and confusion.

At that point Serena did laugh, though she was also utterly red and even a little irritated at him for forcing her to elaborate. “Your tongue, Ash. You have to move it!” she said, squeaking.

His eyes widened in realization, and he nodded vigorously, his focus glued to her mouth. "Right, right!" Without giving her a chance to prepare, he dove back in, crashing their mouths together in a rush of enthusiasm that made her squeal in surprise—especially when she felt him immediately put her advice to use.

And he was all over the place. Serena had to guide him again, slowing the rhythm by pressing her hands against his shoulders and tilting her head slightly, her own lips moving to set the pace. It was awkward and messy, but Serena felt her heart swell, her determination returning.

Ash, meanwhile, did his best to follow her lead, but every sensation was so consuming it was hard. Their bodies coming more firmly together, the heat of their shared breath, the thud of their combined heartbeats—the taste of her. He really felt mildly disembodied, watching from above as his hand moved up her back, the other into her gold hair. He fumbled for breath, but she kept taking it away.

That was Serena’s goal after all. For her, it all felt like stepping into a dream. Though she was inexperienced, her imagination and emotions carried her forward. She wanted to pour everything she felt for Ash into this moment—her love, her hope, her belief in him. Just as she’d kissed him on the escalator all those years ago, she wanted him to remember this, to carry it with him forever. And she hoped he felt her conviction, even through the nervous fumbling and exploration. 

But then it began to feel too raw, too overwhelming. Serena gasped as Ash responded to her, his fingers digging into her waist, his lips pressing against hers with a hunger that made her chest tighten. Tears pricked at her eyes, though she wasn’t sure why. 

They broke apart only because they’d run out of air. They were gasping for it, their foreheads nearly touching as they struggled to catch their breath. Their cheeks were flushed a deep red, their lips a little swollen from the intensity. For a moment, neither of them moved.

Serena couldn’t bring herself to look at him. She felt too exposed, too vulnerable—embarrassed. And while her friends had made it sound like kissing like that wasn’t a big deal—that it was something everyone did, and much sooner—she couldn’t help but feel as if she and Ash had crossed some line. Like that the act had been much more intimate and personal than they’d both expected. And judging by the look on Ash’s face, Serena could tell he was trying to process it too. 

He was reeling—struggling to make sense of what he was feeling. While emotionally he loved how close he had felt to her, physically he felt his body was…on fire. This kiss had been amazing…but he had thought it would be more…satisfying? But instead for the first time, he could almost hear the words more, more, more drumming in his mind like a slow march towards something he didn’t even know. The image of the closing door—him and Serena disappearing into the room, suddenly kept playing on repeat in his brain. He felt hot from head to toe, could still feel her mouth against his, and when he realized he was still holding her, the muscles across his chest and arms clenched as if fighting the urge to press her against him. 

He quickly let go, his arms falling to his sides as he stepped back a little, his breathing uneven.

"That was…" Ash whispered hoarsely, barely audible.

Serena, still flushed and trying to calm her racing heart, managed a quiet, "Yeah…" She looked self conscious, though relieved he’d let go of her. She stepped back a little, turning towards the city as if pretending to admire the view, one hand on the ribbon.. 

Ash stuffed his hands in his pockets to keep himself from reaching back out to her. He had to tear his eyes away from the hand at her chest. For a moment they stood there apart, watching the city. 

Finally, Ash broke the silence, hesitant. "Hey, Serena?"

She glanced at him, her chest still rising and falling unevenly. "Yeah?"

"I don’t know if I can handle kissing like that all the time," he admitted, his words unfiltered and honest, though he wasn’t entirely sure what he meant.

Serena let out a soft laugh, though she wavered. "I don’t think I can either, Ash," she confessed, knowing exactly what she meant.

They fell into another awkward silence before Serena, gathering her courage, turned back to him with a shy smile. "How about…we only kiss like that on…special occasions?" she suggested, her cheeks still glowing. 

Ash met her gaze, relief washing over him. She wasn’t upset or annoyed—just as unsure as he was. He smiled, nodding eagerly. "Yeah! Or, like, if one of us needs it. You know, to feel close again."

Serena’s smile grew a little wider, her chest feeling lighter. "Okay."

Ash rubbed the back of his neck, shifting his weight nervously. "And, uh…I’ll get better the more we practice. On those special occasions." 

Serena’s blush deepened, and she looked away, her heart skipping. "Me too!" she blurted, though both of them silently wondered if getting better might lead to even more confusion…

And need.

Mesagoza, Paldea

The elevator ride to the top of Tera Industries Headquarters felt interminable. Amethio stood rigid, his arms clasped behind his back—his Ceruledge at his side—watching the cityscape shrink below him through the glass walls. Each floor they ascended brought him closer to Hamber—a man whose precision and severity were as unyielding as the steel of the tower itself. Amethio was not particularly excited about this meeting. While the advisor showed a measure of concern for his subordinates'  and their training, he never shied away from being stern if they demonstrated aberrant behavior that could compromise their mission. And though Amethio’s meeting was expected, his news was not. Hamber did not handle surprises well. 

When the elevator chimed, Amethio and Ceruledge stepped into the pristine lobby that could have doubled as a museum of modern design. Inside Hamber’s office, floor-to-ceiling windows flooded the room with the last golden rays of sunlight. Behind a desk that gleamed like a mirror sat the advisor, his silver hair combed neatly back, his tailored suit immaculate as always. He glanced up with an expectant nod—behind him, hovered the advisor’s Dusknoir.

"Ah, Amethio," Hamber greeted, gesturing toward the chair opposite his desk. "Punctual as ever. Sit."

Amethio complied, though the act felt more like a student awaiting instructions than a trusted lieutenant in their shared mission. In truth, he found their dealings with Tera Industries exhausting—fraught with risk and tangled in complexities that seemed unsustainable. Yet, Hamber remained steadfast in his confidence, certain that he could manage the precarious alliance. This confidence became all the more apparent the moment the advisor began to speak.

"Navarro is right where we need him," Hamber began, his voice as smooth as glass. "Spinel’s work has been masterful. Leaking those investment reports to shareholders—so precisely done. It’s added the right amount of pressure on the board. Navarro is running out of options. Funds are dwindling, and the investors grow restless."

He paused, his lips curling into a satisfied grin. "Soon, he’ll have no choice but to sell that precious family heirloom of his. And when that time comes, we will be ready to acquire it. Efficiently and quietly. Then, we can disappear as quickly as we came."

Amethio nodded, forcing the corners of his mouth to lift as if the news pleased him. He didn’t want to spend another minute in this Arceus-forsaken building. Still, his thoughts were elsewhere, tangled in a web of doubts he didn’t dare say. 

“And how is the Arven situation?” the advisor asked coolly, signing some papers that had been laid upon his desk. 

Amethio’s response was short and clipped. “Handled.” 

"Excellent,” Hamber continued, his tone almost jovial—a rarity. “Then the only remaining complication is securing Turo. But I have a feeling that it will resolve itself sooner rather than later." He chuckled softly, a sound that sent an involuntary shiver of anticipation up Amethio's spine.

Then Hamber’s gaze sharpened. "And the Monarch…Has he returned from his little rendezvous? Truly, it would be best for him to stay as far from Paldea as possible. Though, I suspect such warnings only serve to entice."

Amethio stiffened, his hand tightening around the armrest of his chair. "I…yes, he’s still abroad," he answered carefully, his words measured. "But there is something about him you should know. Something I have observed."

Hamber’s eyes narrowed. "Do tell."

Amethio hesitated, choosing his words with care. "You once mentioned the rumors surrounding Ash Ketchum—about his supposed ability to tap into…forces. Bonds with legendary Pokémon, the ability to manipulate energies like—"

"Aura, yes," Hamber interjected with a dismissive wave. "And ridiculous rumors they are. Very little evidence supports such claims. Wild tales spun from a mix of hero worship and exaggeration."

Amethio’s brow furrowed. "What makes you so certain?"

Hamber smirked, his mustache twitching. "For one, his encounters with legendary Pokémon have always been circumstantial. He’s saved a few, fought alongside them, yes. But there is no verifiable proof that he commands such creatures. Secondly, the concept of Aura manipulation is…inconsistent at best."

Amethio pressed on, his voice firm. "I wouldn’t dismiss the rumors so quickly."

Hamber tilted his head, his expression turning curious. "Why? What have you heard?"

"It’s not what I’ve heard," Amethio corrected. "It’s what I’ve seen."

The room fell silent, save for the faint hum of the air conditioning. Hamber raised an eyebrow, gesturing for him to continue.

Amethio’s mind replayed the moment, vivid and unsettling. "While he was training the Koraidon in the fields near Levinica, the Pokémon exposed something hidden in its plumes. A Tera Shard…but one from…”

Hamber signaled him to remain silent and Amethio nodded, remaining vague for the sake of secrecy. 

“Ketchum pulled it free, and when he did—" Amethio paused, shifting uncomfortably under Hamber’s intense scrutiny. "When he did, there was a surge of energy. It wasn’t just affecting him—it seemed to resonate with the entire area. He…he collapsed. The monarch was able to interact with the Tera Shard on a level I can’t explain.”

Hamber’s frown deepened, and he tapped a slow rhythm on his desk. "You’re certain of this?"

"As certain as I am sitting here," Amethio replied, though his tone lacked conviction. "Whatever this phenomenon was, it wasn’t normal. It was like Ketchum…channeled something."

Hamber leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking under his weight. He ran a hand over his temples, the strain evident in his expression. "And so Ash Ketchum continues to become a nuisance," he muttered. His fingers traced the lines of his mustache as his eyes narrowed in thought. "We will need to monitor him closely. He could undo everything we’ve worked for."

Amethio shifted in his chair, his mind working quickly. "Unless…" He hesitated, his gaze flicking downward briefly before meeting Hamber’s.

Hamber’s eyes sharpened. "Unless what?"

Amethio straightened, his voice more deliberate now. "Unless his connection to these shards could be useful. Do you remember how the Monarch defeated Slither Wing in the Tera Cave? The way he collapsed afterward?"

Hamber’s brow furrowed, the memory surfacing. "Vaguely. Wasn’t Teresa’s son involved in that?"

Amethio nodded. "I wonder if something similar happened then. If Ketchum’s connection to these shards could draw out energy—or summon something greater."

Hamber’s expression shifted, the realization dawning in his calculating eyes. He leaned forward. "If he could summon power from the shards then, perhaps he could summon…"

Amethio gave a short nod, his thoughts aligning with Hamber’s. He refrained from speaking further, letting the weight of the idea settle between them.

Hamber regarded Amethio with a flicker of approval. "You’re beginning to think like your grandfather," he remarked, his voice holding a rare note of respect.

Amethio stayed silent, his expression impassive. The comment landed heavily, a mixture of pride and the burden of expectations lingering in the air.

After a moment, Hamber stood, walking to the large window behind his desk. His silhouette framed by the fading light, he spoke again, his tone commanding. "Find the boy. Get every detail about this encounter. The more we understand about Ash Ketchum’s abilities…the better equipped we’ll be to use—or neutralize—them."

"Understood," Amethio said, standing as well. He hesitated, his posture rigid. "There’s something else about Ketchum," he added. "His strength doesn’t just come from his abilities or his Pokémon. It’s his will. That…could make him harder to break than we think."

Hamber turned, his eyes cold and calculating. He waved a dismissive hand, brushing off the concern. "Willpower is admirable, but it is not invincible. Even the strongest wills can be bent with the right leverage. Dismissed, Amethio."