Another restart chapter here! I read through all of my previous chapters and felt like I could add something or edit stuff that I wrote in a hurry. So say hello to Chapter 2, but reborn!

There will be some pokemon manga characters so please understand if you get confused between Sapphire and May. (Sapphire is totally better)

Please enjoy the story!

Ch. 2 The Zantru Region

Ash Pov.

There is truly nothing wrong with this region. The lakes are crystal clear, as if blessed by Suicine himself. The land is plentiful and Pokémon roam the country in harmony. The sky is clear and the sun shines upon all corners of the land. But some problems do arise when your host is lying on the floor, completely motionless.

(Flashback)

The Zantru Region always seemed to love showing off. The Zantru Region had officially licensed an air resort as a transport vehicle to their region. More of an air city if you ask me. But it was the only option left as all other ships had left the port and was headed for the Zantru Region. But there was no denying the blood and sweat poured into creating the large structure. State of the art water cooled engines floated the ship around 50m above sea level in order to use their hydro-conversion fuel. They absorbed the water from the ocean into a reusable fuel that used the salt from the water and the water itself to create a reaction within the generator. The generator created the physic barrier that prevented most causes of motion sickness and kept anyone from falling off.

The ship itself was probably the most impressive part. The resort was designed to look like a boat and therefore create a city-like shadow upon the ocean. The shops and electronics were all powered by the hydroelectric generators at the bottom of the ship. And if needed the ship could collapse into a functional boat that floated on the water.

But despite all the technology developed for the comfort of the passengers and my training; my body was still not able to handle transport very well. I stood by the edge of the ship were the physic barrier did not reach in order to allow people to feel the natural air and occasional splashes of water. I spent most of my time regurgitating my buffet lunch. The amount of food that I had eaten along with the movement was just a recipe for disaster.

I was also waiting there because the assistant of one of the Elite Four was meant to meet me here to inform me of any information I needed along with my fake passport and ID. But the assistant was taking much longer than necessary which lead me to look blue for a long while. A can flew towards me. While I could not see it, my aura could sense it. I quickly spun around and caught a can of Oran Soda.

A tea green haired male was walking towards me with another can in hand. I grinned from surprise and happiness.

"Wally! You seem to be doing much better than when I met you in Hoenn!"

Wally smiled sheepishly and walked up beside me. He seemed to be much healthier than the pale sickly mess that I had met back in Hoenn. This time instead of a corpse's complexion he was bright and healthy as if blessed by the sun. His white shirt covered by the blue checkerboard vest that he wore along with green pants. An ebony black suitcase hung loosely by his side and shined in the sunlight. He swiftly pulled the cap of the can off and took a long swig of the blue soda. I too opened my beverage and let the sweet nectar of the drink refresh my dry throat.

I suddenly felt better than before. I gazed at the can in surprise. I heard Wally laugh loudly in the background. I turned to see him finish the last drops of the carbonated berry drink and then toss it into the nearest trashcan.

"The oran berries should help you with any problems you might have. For a short while at least."

I smirked and downed the can before tossing at Wally. Just before it made contact with his face he caught it with his hand and placed it into the trashcan.

"Anyway, what are you doing here?"

I asked curiously, Wally was the type to be fresh and early and be on the first ship to Zantru. I saw Wally sheepishly scratch his head and walk back towards me. He sat down on a nearby bench and opened the suitcase. In it was multiple documents about a certain trainer. After sorting through some of the files, he brought out a huge folder with a lot of paperwork.

"This is for you."

I raised my brow.

"A gift? You just found out I was here."

Wally smiled and pulled out a small folder. I took and began to read the contents. It was a letter addressed to me by the mysterious champion I had met on the snowy mountains.

Dear Ashura Satoshi

Yes that is your new name from now on and the papers that you will receive from Kenshimaru, a member of the Elite Four, or his assistant will confirm that. I hope you will be happy to note that your story is safe within in my hands and will not be disclosed to the public in any way. As long as you stick to rules that you find in the large amount of paperwork you will have to fill out.

If you have any questions then don't hesitate to ask anyone, but me. I am sure plenty of people will talk if they see the sigil in the letter and you don't say anything except just looking at them like the depressed wreck you. Other than that I have constructed a list of people that will be coming to the tournament that may be of interest to you.

If you want it simply beg whoever it is in front of you in the cutest voice you can muster. I hope you find the Moving Castle flight enjoyable.

Hope you get here soon

The Champion

Wally seemed to notice my "discomfort" at the sight of me crumpling the paper. I looked at Wally and asked some questions.

"Do you know where the assistant or this Kenshimaru guy is?"

Wally laughed again.

"I guess you are slow sometimes. I am the assistant."

I stopped. Frozen in thought. Wally? An assistant? Oh. That makes so much sense. I looked at the ground and then collapsed into the seat beside Wally.

"I am such an idiot."

"Don't punish yourself too hard. You have been cut from society for quite some time. I am sure some things are a bit too difficult for you."

I paused and realized the requirements for the list of apparently "interesting" names. I looked at Wally and sighed.

"Do you know about the requirements?"

"Indeed and it makes me wonder what you will do."

I paused again.

"If I grab that bag then will I be able to get the list?"

"You can try, but I don't recommend it."

The challenge was all I needed. My body moved in a flash and grabbed at the bag. Only to get a fistful of air. Wally was currently doing a backflip behind the chair and landed directly on his feet. A few people actually clapped at his acrobatics. He looked at me with a slightly smug look.

"I am not so weak anymore. If you want the package then beg or get the bag from me."

My eye twitched. Oh. Wally thought he was a tough guy. I brought my aura to rush into him and get the suitcase. Only for my aura to flicker and die. I wondered what was going on and realized the soda he had given me was probably poisoned in some way.

"Wally, what did you do to me?"

"Don't worry. The soda just converted all your aura into healing energy in order to reverse your motion sickness."

I grimaced and leapt towards him with normal speed and strength. Or what is considered normal when you tackle wild Pokémon head on every day on a snowy mountain. I managed to get in front of him in a short span of time. He hesitated for a second, not realizing the speed at which I could move.

I shot my hand towards the black suitcase only to grab air again. He quickly stepped back and began to run. I grinned. I put my hands onto the ground and got into a sprint start position. I charged towards him, slowly gaining speed as I gained momentum as well. The Moving Castle was an amazing structure. One of the biggest attractions was the Lovers' Meadow. A straight walk down a garden lush with exotic flowers. And that is exactly where Wally went. Wally was faster and more agile, but I would be faster as long as the path was straight.

Suddenly Wally took a sharp into an alley to try and lose me. I smirked. I quickly jumped into the nearby wall opposite the alley and used the momentum and my own force to shoot down the alley in a faster charge.

Wally looked behind himself in a surprise. Well it is a surprise when a man is charging at you at ramming speed. He tensed up and then jumped onto the wall. What the hell? What is he going to do? Wall jump like in the video games?

And that is exactly what he did. When he made contact a green light allowed him to stick to the wall. Then he leaped from that one to the opposite wall and continued that until he reached one of the rooftops. I looked around for any support. I felt some of my aura return. I strengthened my legs and tensed myself and high jumped right onto the roof immediately. Wally sat waiting with the bag in his hands.

He tossed the bag towards me. I reached out to catch only to get the wind blown out of lungs when Wally kicked me in my stomach and caught the bag and started to run again. I ran towards him. I dodged chimneys and pipes as I traversed the steampunk city of the Moving Castle. I finally managed catch him by the Drunken Sorrows, a bar and to be specific, Wally's bar. He laughed and offered me the case and a drink.

I found myself sitting by the table and Wally fixing up my drink by himself behind the bar.

"How do you even know how to do that?"

"I am the assistant of a heavy drinker. And let us leave it at that."

He passed me a blue concoction in small glass with a small umbrella.

"This won't lock my aura again will it?"

"The exact opposite. It should clean any of the reversal powder that clogged your body."

"Thanks for the information doctor."

I said smugly before downing the entire beverage in one swift swig. I felt better immediately and a refreshed feeling waved over me as the reversal bonds were cleaned away. I lowered the glass and felt the cool and refreshing feeling wash away.

"Hey bartender! Get us a drink!"

I turned to see a tanned man in an orange vest covering a green shirt and brown pants along with an orange haired girl in a skimpy yellow shirt and blue pants. They were both profusely drunk. I guess the substitute owner cared more about the financial issues rather than customer health. Then it hit me who they were. I stopped myself from throwing my glass at them.

Wally cleaned his hands and walked up to their table and slammed his hand on the table.

"I think you have had quite enough to drink in this bar. If you want more than go to bar that doesn't care about your health."

Brock stood up and grabbed Wally by the collar. I stood up, but Wally motioned me to stand down. Brock sneered at Wally.

"What? A little punk like you is going to make me?"

Suddenly Brock drew back his fist and threw it at Wally. I snapped. Suddenly I was by them, Brock's fist caught in my hand. The tanned man suddenly drew back and let go of Wally.

"What? You wanna go too punk?"

I quietly looked at him. Brock wasn't the cheerful man I once knew. His dark skin worn down from fatigue and worries. Dark circles prominent under his eyes. His breath smelled of alcohol.

"Stop! If you consider yourself a proper Trainer, Gym Leader and Breeder then you must live up to the responsibilities of those titles."

Brock looked at Wally in surprise and the pride as being referenced by those titles managed to fight the alcohol.

"Fine. If I win a Pokémon battle against you then I want you to shut down this bar immediately."

"And if you lose?"

"Then he will never come back here."

I said calmly. Wally and Brock looked at me in surprise. I grinned and began to walk to the nearby battle arena. Brock shouted at me and quickly followed.

When we reached the Moving Castle battleground I instantly turned towards Brock. The white borders of the arena separating the two of us. The battleground was located near the rear to the ship in order to get more space. Wally pulled a lever and the arena began to change. The once smooth ground became rocky and sandy. A perfect environment for a rock-type specialist. I glared at Wally and he shrugged before calling out loudly, "Battle between Pokémon Trainer Ashura Satoshi VS Pokémon Gym Leader Brock Takeshi begins now! Winning conditions are: complete knockout of enemy pokemon or forfeit by trainer!"

I brought out a small red and white pokeball from my belt and clipped it out. Brock was already throwing his out, an Onix. Strong and sturdy, probably well trained and used to people using super effective moves against it. I smirked and threw out my Pidgeot, a glorious bird that screeched his name as he was released.

"A flying-type vs a rock-type! I guess you have never gotten my badge before!"

"I actually have, I just like to make things a bit more interesting."

Brock gritted his teeth and shouted at Onix.

"Come on Onix! Show this arrogant fool the power of our bonds! Use Rock Throw!"

The Onix roared his name before brown energy began to gather around the air in front of the stone beast and solidified into a rock. Onix grabbed the stone with his tail and swung the stone with all his might at Pidgeot.

I grinned and put my fingers to my lips. Time to show the world what we practiced for all these years. I began whistle in a melody. Pidgeot screeched before moving in a circular pattern, getting increasingly faster by the second. Agility was always the first move we used in battles. When the flying rock was just about to hit the regal bird, the avian beast disappeared in a flash and continued to use Agility. I hoped that Brock would not see what I had also hidden within the innocent stat boosting move.

Brock gritted his teeth again and thought of a new plan. If Pidgeot would continue to max out his speed stat then there was no way that Onix could ever hope to even graze the bird pokemon. Despite his slightly intoxicated mind, he was still a Gym Leader and that title did not come easily.

"Sand Storm! Just like we practiced!" He shouted. The stone snake roared and the sand beneath me began to stir. A tornado began to form from the sand and slowly surged towards Pidgeot.

I frowned as I began to berate myself. Despite Brock's attitude most of the time, he is still a Gym Leader and an innovative one at that. The usually spread out Sand Storm was now coming towards Pidgeot in full force. I began to think of a quick counter. A powerful move like that is probably just as painful to the user and the victim.

I began to whistle once more. A new pattern. Pidgeot screeched his name and raised his wings. As the sand tornado was coming near Pidgeot, five Whirlwinds appeared and surrounded the strengthened Sand Storm. They merged together and the result was a mass of swirling air and sand that could probably rip the flesh off the bone of many humans and pokemon alike. I whistled one more time and Pidgeot let loose a Razor Wind he had been charging since the beginning of the match.

The blades of wind slammed into the storm and managed to change its direction course backwards. The shift made the storm go slower, but it gained momentum and eventually raced towards the Onix at an incredible pace. While Brock was distracted by the huge amount of bad luck set upon him, I nodded at Pidgeot and he nodded back. Brock then decided to try and counter the move with the original base of the attack. Sand Storm. The two tornados clashed against each other, fusing to create an uncontrollable storm. It began to implode on itself, parts of the tornado beginning to burst. Suddenly the it burst into pulses of high speed sand.

"Pidgeot! Vacuum Shield!"

The danger forced me to actually go away from pre-set plans. Now I had to use my original moves. I glanced to the signs. Damn it. Wally sat down by a nearby bench and was writing notes while a camera was set up next to him. He looked up and smirked before pointing back to my match. Pidgeot had gallantly created a vacuum space between him and the pulses of sand.

Onix had dug into the ground since the high speed sand projectiles would damage him despite his typing. After the pulses ended the entire arena was covered in sand. I realized that Wally still needed to be considered a rival and that this battle would give him plenty of information on my battle style.

"Onix! Play defensively, Sand Storm Shield!"

Onix roared once more and the sand tornado surrounded him, effectively blocking any view of the pokemon and becoming an excellent shield. I couldn't draw this out for much longer. Thinking long term, if Wally was good enough to become an assistant to an Elite Four member then giving him information just to one-up Brock would not be a good idea. I needed to use the least amount of original moves as possible.

I realized that Wally had no activated the standard energy shields that would usually protect trainers. I looked at Wally and he smiled as though he knew I had noticed that small detail. That was a question for later, I could use this to my advantage.

"Pidgeot, to the water!"

Pidgeot looked at me with surprise and then steeled himself before thrusting his body towards the ocean. Brock gaped at the sight, the shields would also detect when a pokemon left the battleground which could then end up with an unconditional forfeit. But without them, I was free to do as I wished.

"Your Pidgeot is leaving the battleground! Ref, call him out!"

Brock shouted at Wally in a rage. Wally merely looked at him with a raised eyebrow. He replied calmly.

"The conditions of victory were stated as: complete knockout of enemy pokemon or forfeit by trainer. I see no situation that seems to break those rules. Adapt or die."

With those as his final words, he went back to his notes. Brock gritted his teeth and realized the position he was in.

"Dispel the shield and use Stone Batter!"

Onix grunted and the storm of sand calmed down. Unlike me, Brock was going to go all out just to beat an unknown trainer like me. Onix brought up a Stone Edge from the arena in front of him and charged up an Iron Tail. Just as the stones reached the right height, the stone snake batted the sharp rocks streamed towards Pidgeot.

Damn it all. From experience I can tell you that Onix is not a force to be taken lightly. I have seen many trainers try and win with brute force against that beast and never has there been a pokemon that could fight it on equal grounds. And with a mixture of Stone Edge and the power of an Iron Tail, I can't let Pidgeot be hit by a single one of them.

"Evasive maneuvers and then use Rock Counter 4!"

Pidgeot turned around and noticed the incoming projectiles. He shifted through the barrage of rocks and then screeched. Suddenly the water underneath Pidgeot began shift and surge. It slowly raised from the water to create a Whirlpool. And understand something. Considering the 50m distance from the ship and water and the size of the ship means that these things are pretty huge.

"Pidgeot can't use Whirlpool! What the hell is going on?"

I smirked and kept quiet. But of course Wally was going to pop in for a snarky comment.

"Pidgeot is not using Whirlpool, but Whirlwind instead. Use the sea as a base, it is going to be sending out water tornados straight at you. I would suggest you try and stop the attack by destroying, but that will prove to be a bit more difficult than I imagined."

I glared at Wally until I realized what he had just said. What does he mean that destroying it is difficult? That is the main weakness of this move. Simply destroying the incoming projectiles.

"Why is that?"

Brock questioned with a snarl. Wally looked straight into the ocean and pointed towards it.

"Because of that."

Pidgeot did not stop at one of the waterworks. He decided to go full power and raised a small army of them in the middle ocean. Quite a sight really. Considering that we are a cruise ship with innocent people.

"Pidgeot, don't fire like that! It might damage the ship! Use Compression Blast!"

The water tornados began to slowly float into the air and form into compressed balls of water. I counted the ammunition. I had at least 20 shots to work with. Let's start with something to make the stone snake run. The orbs of water flew towards the stone snake in straight high pressure beam. Onix roared before swiftly dodging the water blasts that looked like a poorly managed Water Gun. Pidgeot was never meant to actually deal damage with those attacks. Really they were just scare tactics, Onix may be fast, but it doesn't mean that it doesn't get tired easily. Any moment now...

Onix began to pant as his swift movements costed him large amounts of stamina. Brock was an innovative trainer and yet ironically predictable. I grinned as he shouted out his next order, just like I planned.

"Onix! Use dig and regenerate some stamina!"

Onix quickly shoved his head into the ground and dug with the force that Onix's were famed for. I quickly countered with a simple order. I whistled this command so he would panic and counter in the worst way possible.

Pidgeot heard my order through the unique whistle patterns and then began to shoot the water orbs in a volley fashion like a rain of fire, well a rain of water anyway... so just normal rain. Anyway the water began to hit the ground at a rapid speed and slowly entered the hole that Onix created. Brock began to panic. He then shouted out,

"Damnit! The water will follow Onix at this rate! Use Earthquake to collapse the tunnel!"

Great shudders almost knocked me off my feet, but I managed to stay on. I got him. I whistled in a new pattern, Mold Earth. Pidgeot screeched and activated Tailwind. The great gusts of wind surged him forward quicker than Brock could react. And he began to flap his wings at a strong and rapid pace. Sure, the Earthquake would collapse the tunnel, but that means all the ground is now nice and loose and the water helps as well.

The artificial hurricane began to pick up speed and debris. The broken ground started to rise and form into a muddy tornado. And of course Onix was dragged along with the rest of the dirt. The stone snake struggled against the great forces of wind, but ultimately failed and was forced to go along with the flow. The spire of dirt and mud began to harden as the Tailwind began to beat against it. And eventually the end result was a giant tower of hardened mud caging the Onix in a tower of earth. With him being suspended in the air like that, there was no way the stone snake would be getting out soon.

Wally watched Brock carefully before raising his hand. Brock looked devastated, well I could understand. He had just been defeated by a flying type, the type that he mocked constantly for being weak and fragile had just taken down the ace of his team. I watched as he lifted up his pokeball in shame and returned Onix with a swift red beam.

I walked up to shake his hand for a good match, but he suddenly stood up and swung his arm towards me. Despite my training, I was not prepared for the sudden violence. Brock had always been a pacifist when coming to stuff like that. I prematurely winced as the fist headed towards my face. Imagine my surprise when the first thing I saw when my eyes opened, a tuff of green hair along with a small breeze of air that had not been there before.

Wally had expertly caught Brock's fist while landing his own punch on the tanned man's stomach. Brock collapsed like a bag of rocks and began to cough violently. It eventually ended with him throwing up most of the alcohol that had previously intoxicated him. Suddenly the orange haired girl in a skimpy yellow shirt and blue pants ran to the scene. She began to shout at Wally.

"What the hell? You green haired bitch!"

Wally looked at her calmly and she walked up to him with her hand raised as if to slap him. Brock then grabbed her shoulder as he slowly stood up. He was breathing heavily, but managed to get out a few words.

"You won (pant) fair and square... we will leave now (cough). Come on Misty, I am old enough to accept my losses."

Wally smiled and offered him a hand up. Despite his carefree attitude I noticed the expert footwork required to get here from the other side of the arena without making a sound and the well placed punch. Wally was not the same boy I had met on my soul-searching journey through the regions.

My relationship with Wally was one I never expected to create. While traversing the harsh conditions of the maze like cave of the Hoenn Victory Road, I met a pale boy panting harshly as he was doing laps around the cavern, jumping and slide past multiple obstructions with ease and skill. The amount of dedication and training was obvious from the multiple scars upon him. After catching up to him I asked for directions and was greeted with a surprised look. Apparently most people did not make to the end of Victory. Most died of starvation and wild pokemon before reaching the end of the deathly cave and other challengers just turned back after hearing the stories. I smirked before asking what a young child like him was doing in such a place.

He looked at me darkly before motioning to the other side of the cavern. I looked to see a dead end, in a state of confusion I turned to back to see him running away with my traveling bag. A pretty good thief as well. I ran after him and eventually caught him when he stood still with a smirk and my bag in hand. I looked up to see myself by the exit. He threw at the case to me and left.

His character interested me and despite my urge to leave the region after finding out the championship wouldn't take place in a while, I decided to stay in order to meet and talk to him from time to time. After multiple visits he slowly opened to me. His story intrigued me, despite being an apparent friend of Ruby Maple and Sapphire Birch, two amazing trainers that were heard after their acts in stopping both Team Magma and Aqua, he was really abandon by them. I felt sorry for the child, but I could only think how naïve he was to think that people like that would remember him.

I was really worried about him after I left and there was a massive artificial earthquake was caused by the Victory Road by a Swampert that was fighting a Blaziken. I couldn't really find him, but the news didn't say anything about causalities. Until now I didn't even know he was alive. While he helped Brock up and brushing the tan man's shoulders, I noticed what was off about him. His right eyes, it seemed greener than the other one. I shrugged it off as my imagination.

"You can come back anytime you want to the Drunken Sorrow, but I just hope that you will look after your health next time."

There it was, Wally's ultimate tactic... You Can't Attack The Nice Guy. The YCATNG strategy was to be the guy that nobody hated. Apparently that Wally learnt something while hanging with the big shots in Hoenn. You be the guy that nobody hates and no one has any violent business with you. I watched as Brock soften up to the kind and generous offer that Wally was offering, probably regretting any acts of violence directed towards Wally. Misty also looked uncomfortable as she realized she wanted to attack the green haired ball of kindness that was offering them a second chance despite their attitude.

I gave Wally a look before Brock stood up before me. He bowed and began to speak in a formal and strict nature.

"What I did was something that no self-respecting Gym Leader should do... I hope that you can forgive such a rash act."

I smiled despite my past hatred towards him. Brock was a mature man, he could admit to his mistakes and despite his previous accusations all those years ago, I could not help but respect a man of his nature. To battle an opponent that could send me into an overdrive was all that I wanted and Brock had grown into a man that could provide that.

"I forgive you. I hope that we could battle again in the future."

I offered my hand in an act of mutual forgiveness and maturity. Through the years I had begun to understand how Brock must felt to have to bring down my dreams. He was like a big brother and I am sure he felt the same way. My battling career had not been the best in the past and he probably didn't want the reality of my situation to hit me after the point of no return.

Misty turned her face away from me and after the brief moment of bonding Brock nodded and left with Misty. Wally looked at me with a look of respect. I looked back and asked,

"Why such a surprised look?"

"You managed to forgive him."

"What? No I didn't!"

"You can lie to me, but I can still see that the ages have not dulled the family-like bond that you share with one of the people you have known longest in your life. He shared moments and journeys with you that bonded you more than you could imagine and you can understand his motives for what he did."

I went silent and Wally took that as a sign to continue.

"In my opinion I think that Brock has regretted that moment for a long time. The reason I stopped his descent into a wasted drunk was because he was drinking before I went out to meet you. He was crying you know,"

I looked at him in surprise.

"Wha-"

"He was crying that he made a mistake... He was crying that he should have never joined Misty and her plans. Now I don't know who the ring leader of that plan was, but I want you to understand. But in all honesty... I feel that you already do."

I stood there silent and surprised before looking into the bright summer sky. I guess that not everyone wanted to betray me... Maybe I should find out who was the one who caused it.

"Anyway! Enough with all these depressing topics! I think that you should get to your cabin and rest a bit. The journey from the frosty mountain must have been tiring. Hope that you enjoy the rest of the ride."

Wally walked away leaving me alone in the middle of the arena. I looked down at the list that the Zantru Champion had mentioned. I glared at it, half-knowing what would be in that envelope. I walked to my cabin and entered the first-class room.

(Time skip)

The loud horn of the Moving Castle instantly woke me up from my slumber. I stood up went to the bathroom to clean up. Being on a mountain for so long had left me looking barbaric and uncivilized. I picked up a razor before seeing the logo. Apex Corp. was printed in bright white letters under the symbol of the corporation. Hmmmm. Never heard of them. I trimmed down my hanging hair and shaved off some stubbles off my chin.

Opened the closet and found some nice clothes. After while I finally decided the perfect outfit, before I face palmed. I stood up and put on my cloak. It covered all the clothes that I carefully picked out. I pulled up my hoodie before I leaving the amazing cabin although any was really better than the cold hard floor of the cold mountain.

I walked out to see Wally impatiently waiting opposite to my door. When he saw me he sighed in relief before walking towards the front of the ship. Taking that as a sign to follow him, I quickly rushed towards the back of the green haired boy.

When I exited the cabin area I was able to see the mainland of the secretive Zantru Region. I could only look in awe as the vibrant land was lush with a variety of vegetation and pokemon. The imagery was ruined by the roar of a dragon. Beside me, Wally had decided to release his Garchomp and other passengers gazed at the land shark with looks of awe.

He turned back to me and motioned me to do the same thing. I nodded and released Charizard. The winged beast roared his name before letting out a stream of fire, before he noticed he was on a ship and not a battle zone. Wally spoke up while getting on the rough exterior of Garchomp.

"Get on your flyer and head towards that big tower."

He pointed towards a large ivory tower situated near the middle of the beach area. I nodded and Wally lifted into the air and raced towards the tall structure in a burst of speed. Not wanting to be outdone, I motioned towards the diminishing figure of Garchomp. Charizard roared and lifted himself up with a great beat of his wings and the air around us burst as he accelerated instantly. I hung on with both hands as I felt the sharp feeling of sea air brush against me as I tried to follow Wally. I began to appreciate the view a bit more now. I motioned to Charizard to go lower towards the sea and he complied. I put my hand into the water while flying at the rapid pace. The cool water hurt at first due to the sudden obstruction in front of my hand, but soon became quite enjoyable. Multiple Mantines leaped around me as if to say hello.

I gazed towards the mainland and headed for the tower as I saw that Garchomp was nearing the structure. After taking my time enjoying the region's opening pleasures I saw Wally smiling while putting his hand up in a vain attempt to block the bright yet enjoyable summer light.

"I did the same thing when I came here. This place is really a place of wonders and it's only the introduction to Zantru's true beauty. Anyway, let us enter the Royal Tower."

The tower itself was no joke. A beastly architectural work of gods as the tower soared over hundreds of floors, easily topping the Sky Tower of Hoenn which I had researched intensely on before going to the region. The golden doors could have easily accommodated a family of giraffes.

Once entering I was greeted with a foyer that accommodated the Serengeti Plant at the foot of a vast curving staircase that probably went to heaven for all I knew. Polished wood floors and a graceful banister that curved up toward a soaring second floor gallery. The floor was covered by luxurious Persian rug with red thread woven into a symbol of a shield with mystical designs upon it.

The receptionist looked at us with a pair of suspicious eyes before Wally waved a card at her. She gasped before calling someone and handing Wally a key with 2 keycards. She bowed at him and at me as we passed. The windows shone bright light into the halls of the building as we walked down the grandiose corridor. Beautiful high arched windows with velvet drapes framed that the windows. The lace inner curtains remained drawn, allowing daylight to enter while rendering the heart-stopping view over the beach of happiness and family love. I looked away as I saw a happy boy smiling along with his parents along with Rattata scampering around him.

Wally stopped by a rather emphasized door with it's golden engravings depicting legendary pokemon. The Lounge, as the top of the door indicated the name of the room. Wally sighed and patted himself down and slid the key into the lock. It opened to an extremely spaciously large and wide oval room, painted in lush and relaxing colors.

Over to the far right was a surreal inbuilt waterfall releasing a relaxing sound of water flowing. To the far side of the water fall was a hidden flat screen television that would make any man go green with envy. The furnishings were soft yet firm and ensured comfort in a spacious manor. There was an evening twist of an exclusive 8ft tank which when the light falls revealed the slow angelic movements of multiple water-type pokemon against a floresent light.

In the room were important figures of the pokemon battling world. Gym Leaders and Champions chatted in the luxurious room that also sported a rather large battling area. Other important figures such as the owner of the Nimbasa Entertainment Co. and the president of Silph Co. while Contest champions were chatting over their contest winning pokemon by the bar. All the people were influential and important members of the world of pokemon and they had been all gathered into a single room. I felt the situation seem a bit scarier when I realized where I was.

After looking further I saw the terrace of the room was only surrounded by blue crystal waters and the tropical fish swimming around the location. A button had been pushed that released a hidden staircase into view. The staircase took people into a well camouflage floor area built on one of the inner walls of the room and on this revolving floor of 10ft by 10ft was a Jacuzzi along anything that would help you to relax.

Wally dragged me away from the room's pleasures towards a group of people that I had never seen before. He coughed and tapped the shoulder of a grey haired man in a lab coat. The rather tall man seemed to wear big, round glasses and had a handsome face. He smiled as he saw Wally and greeted him as a father would.

"Wally! So good to see you kid! Where were you? You know Shinji hates to take care of reception by himself."

"Haha, of course professor. That is why I left him in the first place."

The middle-aged man laugh heartily and I suddenly felt safe in his presence. Suddenly he noticed and pointed at me with the small glass of something. Wally tugged at the man and whispered something to him and his smile suddenly faded for a moment.

"So this is the boy that our dear champion has been talking about! Well then, I hope you enjoy your time in Zantru."

He then left abruptly towards another tall figure. One that I could identify, the man who brought me here. I didn't wait for him to notice me, I just began to march towards him despite Wally's warnings. Upon reaching him I suddenly drew my fist up and threw it towards him. He caught it in his gloved hands and chuckled a bit. The small clash produced quite a loud noise and the chatter around us suddenly stopped. I could understand them, a random stranger suddenly attacked the champion of the region.

"Please carry on with the party! This is just an old friend!"

He called out with his deep voice that managed to calm the situation almost instantly. Despite the small amounts of almost untraceable psychic persuasion woven into the words, people were still intrigued by the appearance of such a strange figure merely introduced as an "old friend".

But others took a more violent approach... well one of them. A tall and muscular man walked towards me. He had long black hair, tied in a thick ponytail, which dangled down his back to his shoulder blades and longish thick sideburns. He had small dark eyes with prominent eyebrows, a small nose and a square jaw. He wore white trousers with a tattered waist and ankles that were held up by a black belt, while being shirtless and with black wristbands on his wrists.

Bruno Shiba, was stoic man who saw my acts as a sign of disrespect towards official figures such as Champions. He came up to me and towered over me with a look that could strike fear into a Gengar. The room went quite again as he spoke loudly,

"Apologize to the champion, you cretin."

The room went deathly silent. Now I could understand where he was coming from, and it was completely reasonable. But at the time I was too pissed off at his word choice and the situation I was in and I responded in the worst way possible.

"And are you going to make me? A brutish idiot like you is going to teach me manners? I would wipe the floor with your ass in a matter of seconds."

Bruno looked at me with cold eyes and I suddenly felt myself flying towards the opposite wall. Bruno had spun his body at a rapid pace and used the momentum to force me back with his palm. I felt a mirror break as I crashed into the wall. Bruno followed up with a speed that only came with discipline and training. I realized that being caught off guard may have cost me more than I thought. I once again winced prematurely. After no impact, I half-expected to see Wally in front of me again. Until I heard a sickening crunch. The masked man had taken the punch for me and his masked face was no staring straight at me. The punch had twisted his neck a full 180 degrees and the fleshing was close to tearing. Screams erupted from the onlookers.

(Flashback end)

Bruno shook himself from his rage as he noticed the aftermath of his actions. Shouts for medical help echoed around the room and shocked faces surround the once peaceful room. I felt a massive amount of guilt consume me as I saw the broken body of the champion as he crumbled to the floor. A voice rang through the crowd.

"Stop panicking! All of you!"

The tall grey-haired man walked towards me and the champion's body. He kneeled down and examined the wounds before standing up and walking away. A middle aged man stepped out from the crowd in ninja-like garbs and called towards the walking-away figure.

"He was your champion! Are you just going to leave his corpse there?"

"If you can just wait a damn moment then your question could be answered."

Everyone went quiet after hearing that sentence and a loud cracking sound followed. All gazes turned towards the origin of that sound. The once broken body of the champion was slowly beginning to stand up from the ground. His head turning in periodic twists and cracks. After an eternity he swung back into a standing position with a final crack and looked at everyone.

"Well this may have ruined our evening but I hope that the next day may be more successful."

With these words he began to leave the party at a brisk pace. Bruno ran up to him and put his hand on his should and was about to ask if he was okay before he was suddenly lifted into the air by the collar by champion himself.

"Watch yourself Bruno. You can't expect me to forgive you for your irrational acts tonight. But as your first time here I will forgive you."

After that the champion threw the heavily built Bruno like a rag doll towards the Johto crowd and was caught with the help of the psychic genius, Will and the ninja, Koga. The night went quite quickly after the champion's quick retreat from his seemingly near-death experience. Some theorized that it was trick planned by the champion while others pointed out that some stories said that this wasn't the first time he had been okay after life-threatening experiences. The other Zantru Elites had also swiftly left after the incident.

I soon retreated to my room and sat down. Who was the mysterious masked man that had just randomly invited to this region? While I contemplated the events that had occurred today, the envelope that I was supposed to read on the boat slid onto the floor. Seeing that sleep could be postponed I opened the cream-colored paper and read the contents. After the reading the entire letter I let it fall onto the floor and suddenly the room's contents began to shatter. My rage boiled over my thresh hold and I threw the bed out the window. I watched as the luxurious king bed crash onto the front gates of the Royal Tower and burst apart into thousands of splinters and pieces.

People were going to die.

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CainLimbo: So I am actually putting effort into my writing and I think it actually shows!

CainLimbo: And what could be in that letter that makes our little future champion so mad?

CainLimbo: So I will be seeing if other chapters need updates and if they do then I will focus on them instead.

CainLimbo: Also you have probably noticed that events of book have changed a bit and this will be happening next time too.

CainLimbo: Also amourshipping and palletshipping is still in the lead for Ash's pairings. If you think differently then post your favorite shippings and do not only do it for Ash if you want.

CainLimbo: Remember to review and follow so that I can get encouragement that you still want my outdated story and so I can become a better writer.

CainLimbo: Love you all and I hope that you guys had an awesome New Year's just like me!

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