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Everyone in the city of Pewter has been crammed into the City Stadium. All people aged 12-16 were lined up on the floor. Trainers were lining the walls. The GYM LEADER Brock Slate, stood on a podium, with the Elite Four: Bruno. No one spoke, people barely allowed themselves to breathe. This was a tense moment. As the screen that decided which age group between Trainers was rapidly blinking through the ages. Then it stopped. On age group 14. The same group that one Ash Ketchum was apart. Everyone let out a breathe. A gasp. A cheer. A sob. There were varied reactions. But no one resisted when all 14 year olds were led out by a Trainer escort. They all knew what would happen.

The Trainee's were divided into groups of 4. There 124 people. There were 31 groups. Each one was given to a Trainer for basic training. But we won't worry about all the groups. Only about the one Ash Ketchum was apart of. Group #04. The one headed by the GYM LEADER Brock Slate himself.

The Training they went through was Physical workouts, light not enough to hurt but if they kept doing them for years they will be tough. Mental evaluations and workouts, tests and other things related to raising, battling, breeding, and training Pokemon. This continued for a month. Then each Trainee was given SIX Pokeballs. They were then escorted outside of the city walls and left in the wildness. Their job? To capture a "Starter" Pokemon. Now we follow Ash's journey as he finds himself dropped off the Onix Brock had called out for his Trainee's to ride on.

"Thanks for the ride GYM LEADER Slate", called Ash as Brock rode away. He never responded. Ash sighed. He looked around and spotted a run down house. He knew that house. It was the orphanage he grew up in when his mother died while she was giving birth to him. He walked towards it hoping to spot a Pokemon and get back before nightfall. The shades drifted open. He thought nothing of it for the windows were broken and it was windy. Too bad he didn't notice the red eyes peek out of the curtain and look at him. Before they disappeared in a purple mist. (That is your hint for his first Pokemon)

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As he was sitting in the front room watching the sun go down. He knew he might not survive. Once the Sun was gone…..many dangerous Pokemon came out. Including the most dangerous in all of Kanto. The Bird of Resurrection itself, Moltres. He could already see the flames rising. That is when he felt a presence behind him. He turned and looked(Kind of a dumb idea). He saw the red eyes of a ravenous Ghastly. He panicked. That saved his life. A Pokeball flew out of his hand and hit the Ghastly in an eye. It blinked as it was turned into the red energy and sucked into the ball. It wiggled once. Then twice. Then three times. Then it clicked shut.

He grinned. And grabbed the ball. While thinking 'I can NOT believe I got that lucky.' That is when the rumbling started. A familiar rumbling. Onix surfaced in front of the house. In front of the house. Brock on her head. Then she ROARED, and all Pokemon near by fled in terror. Ash walked out of the house. Then blacked out as a Geodude hit the back of his head. Brock sighed….and lifted him up. Then he thought 'I NEED to train Geodude to recognize friendlies….'

When Ash woke up he saw white. That was it. At first he thought he died. Then he knew he was in the hospital. After all only hospitals use that cleaner. He got up and looked around. He was fully clothed. But had a Pokeball clipped to his belt. The dot was white. He had captured a Pokemon! But then he thought about it and realized it was a Ghastly. He paled as a nurse walked in.

"Is something wrong Mister...Ketchum?", the nurse asked as she readjusted her modest uniform that was spread just tight enough across her chest you KNEW she could not wear a bra under it. Her uniform was pure white. Except for a brown sash around her waist holding three Pokeballs. That signified she was a Trainer of Pewter City. He then looked at his arm. There was that same sash. With the Rock "Badge" on it, dead center on his bicep.

"No nothing is wrong Miss. But may I leave, I do not like hospitals and would not like to stay in one longer than needed." Ash said, as he smiled politely, and pulled on the sash around his arm. The nurse nodded and gestured him to follow her. She led him to the Office of Brock Slate. She then knocked, opened the door and pushed him inside.(Yes Brock's Office is in the Hospital. This is space management. More space for other things.)

"Please sit, Ash, we have much to discuss." Brock gestured to a chair that was right in front of his desk, everything was the same dull grey as the walls. "I have already registered that Ghost Type to you. It is your starter. But I would like to be there as you release it. You see not many Trainers around here have captured or even seen a Ghost type. I am the only one who has one in their possession. I can help you train yours. At least until it listens to you. I want you to join my Gym as an Elite Trainer. You will automatically become a C-RANK trainer. Will have clearance to go anywhere but the Labs. Also you will be trained by me. What do you say?"

Ash was confused. He never knew this was could have happened. He did not think that the GYM LEADER would be free to train ANYONE let alone a Rookie. That thought gave him pause. That is not possible. So when he spoke he spoke slowly and clearly. "Sir, I do not believe this is a real offer. If it was why me? Why not a Trainer that has already clawed his or her way up the ladder and had powerful Pokemon under their command?"

Brock smirked, and thought to himself 'This kid is intelligent. Maybe more so than we think. He found the flaw we want people to believe. Little does he know I am pretty free. I have little I actually do but train others. I like him. I'll keep a close eye on his journey.' Out loud Slate said "You are correct of course. But you will be joining my GYM as a D-RANK Trainer. You WILL be trained by some of the best Trainers in the City. AND YOU WILL have to become a Hunter."

Ash gasped. Being a hunter is something reserved for those who work Between the LEAGUE, and the LEGENDS. That thought made him pause. Why would I have to become a Hunter? He wondered. But he also knew it would be worth the danger of that lifestyle in order to be trained by the "Rock God" of Pokemon himself. He nodded. Brock smirked. Little did he know less than two years later. He would be an A-RANK ELITE Trainer. But that is quite a bit away. After all, he has not even began training his Ghastly yet.

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A day later Ash stood in the GYM building with Brock to the side. With a Golem and a Marchamp beside him. He breathed deeply and threw the Pokeball as he clicked the button. The ball hit the ground and popped open. A purple smokey shape flew at Ash. Energy glowering sinisterly.

Golem smacked it down to the ground. Ghastly POUTED but didn't move. Knowing one wrong move could make it be killed. Ash sat down and started speaking.

"Ghastly I would like to you to give me a chance to train you. I will make you powerful, fast, tricky, and clever. We will be pushed to our breaking point over and over. Will you join me?" The silence seemed to stretch forever. Then Ghastly disappeared. He reappeared on Ash's shoulder, he shivered, for Ghastly seemed to absorb the heat from his body. Ghastly turned into smoke and swirled around Ash before disappearing into his shadow. Brock finally walked towards Ash noticing the shadow grow fangs. But not being worried.

"When a Ghost Type joins with your shadow. They are binding themselves to you. You are it's trainer. It's boss. It's leader. Respect that Ash. It means it will die for you. It expects you to do the same or at least try to. Do you understand?" Ash nodded, frozen in surprise. He did not think it would be that easy. Brock continued, "You must understand it probably only trusts you because it could sense your fear. But you did not let that fear control you. Control is something Ghost Types can respect. Remember that. Now we may begin training. Call Ghastly to your side. We all have much to discuss."

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After Ash had called Ghastly from his shadow to his side. Brock started talking to them. Telling them how training would go.(I will post a training montage next chapter that will be the main workouts they do. With so slight of differences that I will only have that one training Chapter) They both agreed. Then Brock asked if Ghastly would like a name. He nodded. Brock gestured to Ash. They all sat there, including Golem and Marchamp, as Ash listed any names he could think of. Finally he gave up and said "Just bury me. Ghastly can visit my tomb" Ghastly became purple smoke. He formed a Happy Face Emoji out of the smoke. Ash sighed and said, "Alright your name is Tomb. Brock is there anything else we have to do?"

Brock shook his head. "No there is not. But I will show you to your quarters. It is almost time for lights out. Be ready for tomorrow. We are working every day as much as we can for a month until you and Tomb are at an acceptable level. Do you both understand?" They nodded.

He continued, "Very well let us walk." Brock led them through the GYM until they came to a door label D-RANK Corridor. "You may choose any open room. Your uniforms, badge, extra Pokeballs, armor, and any other necessities you may need, they will be delivered tomorrow morning before we start our training. Goodnight Ash, Tomb, I am expecting you two to be ready for tomorrow."

The door shut. Ash walked down the corridor until he spotted an open empty room. He stepped inside, and shut the door. "We should get some rest Tomb." Ghastly nodded. "Pokeball or my shadow?" Ghastly clicked the button and allowed himself to be sucked into the ball. Ash smiled and didn't bother taking off his clothes, or boots, or anything really. He flopped on the bed and was out like a light.

The next day Ash awoke to the sounds of an alarm, lights were flashing. He screamed.

To Be Continued.

What happened? Is everything alright? Is the City being attacked? Find out next Chapter Pokemon: Chaotic Word (Ash's Story.