So yeah, I'm a bit late on this update. I got caught up in some other things, one of which being a Pokémon Tabletop RPG. It's called Pokémon Tabletop Adventures, and it was made by some of the geniuses on 4chan. If you are at all interested in tabletop RPGs like D&D or Pathfinders, or just really into Pokémon, you should check it out. It's pretty awesome.
Onto the story though, not too much happening, just buildup. Hopefully the next chapter will be up before too long, I'm going to say within the week for the optimistic, and before the end of next week for the pessimistic.
Well, enjoy!
"And Rampardos goes down!" Mary exclaimed after Damian's Armaldo delivered a powerful X scissors to the charging dinosaur. The battle had been fairly even all throughout. Damian was down three, while Chase was now down by five. Despite the numbers disadvantage, Chase had given his opponent quite a run for his money over the course of their previous battles. However he was well aware that this may prove to be a moot factor considering that Damian had yet to bring out his monster of a Typhlosion yet.
"Next victim?" Damian sneered, a malicious smile spread across his face. It was rather unsettling to see him make any expression outside of his cold, blank stares. It seemed that as the battle continued on Damian had slowly started to grow more and more maniacal. Not just in expression though, but in the ruthlessness of his commands, and the looseness of his posture. It was as if he was turning into a different person. Even his cold eyes had begun to light as though a spark ignited behind his pupils.
"You're confident." Chase replied, narrowing his eyes as he shot a look at his opponent.
"What could you possibly have? Unless you've got a Lugia in that last Poké Ball, this match is over!"
Chase smirked, reaching for his final Poké Ball. "It may not be a Lugia, but I've still got something that'll beat you!" He tossed the red and white sphere forward, unleashing a towering Garchomp onto the field. The entire audience let out a harmonious cheer for the pseudo legendary when he took the field.
Damian frowned slightly, regaining his composure as well as his posture. "Alright, maybe this will be a little bit of fun." He paused to take a deep breath. "Show me what you've got then!"
The referee waved for the match to begin, and both trainers didn't waste a second to get their first orders in. Damian commanded his Armaldo to swipe the pseudo legendary with a metal claw, while Chase shouted out for Garchomp to use his flamethrower on the bug type.
The giant bug used his rock-like body to soak in most of the blow, and then proceeded forward with his attack. Before he could get the first swing in though, Garchomp quickly shot into the sky, not allowing for his adversary to get the hit in.
"Garchomp, use stone edge to rip that Armaldo apart!" The magnificent dragon remained floating in midair as he slowly raised his right claw, causing sharp and jagged rocks to tear themselves out of the ground and began levitating in the air.
Damian cursed under his breath, as he knew Armaldo was far too slow to move out of the way. Dozens of rocks shot toward the bug type, cutting into his skin and knocking him off of his feet. Had he not been so fatigued from his previous battles, he may have been able to continue on. That was not the case though, as Armaldo was completely unconscious before he even hit the ground.
"Armaldo is no longer able to battle! Garchomp is the winner!"
"Wow!" Ash exclaimed. "Damian only has two Pokémon left, and Chase's Garchomp doesn't even have a scratch on it!"
"He might actually beat him!" Misty added, in aw over how close the match was turning out to be.
"Next victim." Chase snickered mockingly.
Damian shot a death glare at his opponent. If his eyes were knives, Chase would have been bleeding. "Just wait." He growled. "We'll see who the next victim is." Clutching onto the next Poké Ball, Damian flung it onto the field, freeing the Typhlosion that had become quite notorious amongst the other trainers in the competition.
"Really?" Chase muttered. "You're going to use a Typhlosion against a Garchomp?" He wasn't the only one who noticed this poor choice in Pokémon, as the referee seemed quite taken back by his choice as well. Even Bill and Mary couldn't help but comment on his unwise decision.
Damian's sly smile returned. "Yes." The look Damian threw was so unsettling that even the referee felt shivers run down his spine as he signaled the start of the match. Chase wasn't completely immune to it either. Even he felt a sense of dread course through his body like a poison. Something about that man's personality just instilled uneasiness.
"Typhlosion, use flame wheel!" The fire type rolled up into a ball and began storming his way across the field, fire blazing in the trail he left behind.
"Garchomp, catch him!" Chase commanded. Without any fear or hesitation, Garchomp grabbed onto the spinning fire type with his two hook-like claws. Yet Typhlosion continued spinning in place, causing laps of fire to continue shooting out from the Pokémon. The ground and dragon type remained relatively unfazed by this though. "Now throw him in the air and use aqua tail!" Using all of the strength he had, Garchomp tossed his opponent into the air, and spun around as a coat of water covered his finned tail.
"Solar beam!" The entire audience as well as Chase raised their eyebrows, surprised by Damian's command. The Johto starter uncurled himself in midair and shot forth a beam of solar powered energy, not even having to take time to charge the attack.
Completely unsuspecting of the attack, Garchomp roared out in pain as the brilliant blast of energy engulfed his entire body. Once the smoke cleared Garchomp still remained standing, though slightly scratched up.
"How did you do that?!" Chase exclaimed. "He didn't even have to charge the solar beam?!"
Damian's sadistic appearance began to return. "I've trained my Typhlosion to channel the heat generated in his body into his solar beam attacks. He can shoot them all day and never have to soak in any sunlight!"
Ash and Misty's jaws dropped. Never before had they ever seen a Pokémon pull off a feat like that before. Sure, they'd seen fire types use the dual sunny day and solar beam combination, but never had they seen a fire type actually power a solar beam with its own body heat.
"Okay," Chase smirked. "I'll give you that one. That was pretty clever. But that Typhlosion is still weak to rock attacks! Garchomp, use stone edge again!" The dragon raised both his arms this time, summoning even more jagged edged rocks than before. "Take this!"
"Use wild charge!" Typhlosion began rushing forward, sparks emitting all around his body. Chase cocked his head to the side, confused by his choice in attacks. He knew Damian was too smart to forget that Garchomp was immune to electric attacks, so he couldn't help but wonder what his opponent was planning.
As Typhlosion charged forward, he ran head on into the rocks shooting towards him. That's when Chase figured out his plan. Each shard that came anywhere near Typhlosion was instantly shot away by a bolt of electricity. It was acting as his own shield of sorts, protecting him from Garchomp's stone edge.
"Nice try, but you're still running head on into a brick wall! Garchomp, use dragon rush!" The ground and dragon type shot forth as a blue aura surrounded him. He was charging head on into Typhlosion, and with his immunity to electricity, taking down his opponent would be all too easy.
"Dig underground!" Using his agility, Typhlosion made a feral pounce, and burrowed under the battlefield. Garchomp quickly came to a halt, and contemplated leaping into the hole with him and chasing his opponent down. However, since he received no order from his master, he decided against it.
"He's going to have to come out eventually." Chase spoke, not a shed of worry in his tone. "And when he does, Garchomp is gonna finish him."
"Who said Typhlosion is coming up?" The fair haired trainer's crooked smile began to return. "Eruption!" The ground under Garchomp began to grow hot, and the dirt itself started to dissolve into magma as a geyser of fire shot out from below, leaving Garchomp in the very center of the inferno.
"No!" Chase had to cover his face, as the heat was far too hot for him to even look directly into. Damian on the other hand just kept his twisted smile, his eyes wide with malicious glee as he stared into the erupting blaze. Once the fire died down, Chase as well as the rest of the audience returned their attention to the field to see that Typhlosion had returned to the surface, and though weary, Garchomp still stood as well. "Garchomp, are you okay?!"
The Pokémon turned to his master, and gave a nod. The look of pain was clear in his eyes though. He may have been resistant to fire, but that blast was by far one of the most powerful fire attacks he'd ever taken the blunt of.
"Garchomp looks really hurt." Misty commented. "I don't think this going to go on much longer." Ash didn't reply, nor even acknowledge what she said. Instead he just leaned forward and intently looked on at the battle ensuing below.
"Alright, I've had my fun." Damian grumbled. "Finish it, Typhlosion!" The fire type's collar began to grow brighter and brighter as he charged up for one last attack. Garchomp was slow to respond due to his injuries, but Chase's commands were able to get him to react quickly enough.
"Stop him! Use a direct draco meteor!" The dragon planted his feet into the ground, and began charging up an attack as well. However, due to his injuries he couldn't get it to maximum power. The two Pokémon charged up their attacks, and unleashed everything they had left. Garchomp's draco meteor shot dead through the barrage of flame coming from Typhlosion, hitting the Pokémon square in the chest. He roared out in pain as the blast knocked him back, and then exploded into hundreds of smaller blasts, hurting him even further.
Garchomp on the other hand just had to brace himself for the incoming wall of flame. He shielded his face with his arms, and tried to tuck in slightly to keep his abdomen from getting too burnt. It wasn't enough though. The heat was so intense that it began to rip away chunks of his hard skin, and even leave some minor scarring on his epidermis.
Once the flames cleared, Garchomp lowered his arms weakly, looking at his downed opponent across the field. The referee was just about to call the round, but then he noticed motion on Damian's side of the field. With what little strength he had left, Typhlosion slowly lifted himself back onto his feet, limping slightly on his left foot.
Garchomp shook his head in disbelief. His opponent had to be in an incredible amount of pain, more than any other Pokémon could withstand and continue battling with. The dragon let out one final roar before falling forward from sheer exhaustion, landing facedown in the dirt.
"Garchomp is no longer able to battle!" The referee announced for everyone to hear. "So moving on to the final round of the Master League, is Damian!"
Half the audience started to applaud Damian's victory, while the other half remained silent, still speechless that his Typhlosion could still stand after that direct hit. Ash was among those in silence.
"Ash," Misty nudged him. "are you okay?"
"Uh, yeah." He mumbled, getting up from his seat. "I'm fine." He turned to her and paused to take a deep breath. "We should probably be getting back to the cabin."
The redhead looked over at their friends sitting beside them, and then back at her boyfriend. "Are you sure you're okay? You seem a bit…"
"I'm fine!" He barked, causing all three of his friends to jump back. After seeing that he startled them, the trainer took a second to take a deep breath and compose himself. "Sorry, I'm just a bit… On edge, that's all." Without another word, he turned around and started to walk off, presumably heading back to the cabin.
"What's wrong with him?" May inquired, peering over the gym leader's shoulder.
"What do you think?" Drew replied. "If you had to go against that, you'd be on edge too."
Misty narrowed her eyes as she watched Ash walk away. "I don't know." She added. "I'm going to go check on him." Without waiting for a response from the others, Misty got up from her seat and vanished into the crowd as she began following the black haired trainer.
"Ash!" She called through the mass of people, causing the trainer to stop and allow her time to catch up to him.
"Hey Misty." He replied as he started walking again. "Sorry for snapping at you like that."
"It's fine." The gym leader shrugged. "Just tell me what's bothering you?"
"Nothing's bothering me." He hastily spoke, also speeding up his pace.
"That's a lie."
He shot a look at her, but remained silent.
"I want to make you feel better, so can you just please tell me what's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong!" He shouted, stopping in his tracks and turning to face her directly.
"Quit saying that, Ash!" Misty shouted back. "I can tell something's wrong! So why don't you just tell me what it is so I can help you?!"
Releasing a heavy sigh, the trainer threw his hands up in the air. "Fine! You want to know what's wrong?!"
"Yes, of course I do!" Misty continued yelling, but only because Ash was.
"It's because I'm scared! There, are you happy now?!"
"Ash…" Misty's tone softened, somewhat relieved in a sense. Was he really that scared of losing to Damian? She thought he had concurred this fear already. Trying to make light of the mood, she placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, I know you can win." She said in a perky tone.
He swatted her hand away from him, quickly turning away. "I'm not afraid of losing the battle." He mumbled. "I'm afraid of losing…." He stopped mid-sentence, and looked towards the Stadium's exit. "Misty, could you just give me some time to myself?"
"But Ash, I…"
"Please?"
The redhead was reluctant to leave him be, but she didn't want to push him any farther than she already had, not for the moment at least. "Alright." She sighed. "I'll be waiting for you in the cabin when you come back."
"Thank you." Ash turned away from her and headed towards the exit, leaving Misty standing there in the middle of this huge mob of people that they had undoubtedly gathered a lot of attention from during their little argument. She knew he'd come back when he was ready to talk, and when he did, she'd most certainly be there for him.
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After making it to a secluded beach, Ash slumped down in the sand, and looked off into the ocean. It was quiet. A nice place to think to himself and let all of his thoughts roam free. Both the good and the bad. After sitting there for nearly ten minutes, looking off into the sunset, he found himself in a near trance-like state. He was able to completely lose himself in thought, not having to think about the eminent battle that was to come the next day.
"Hey, kiddo." A gruff voice said to him. Ash could feel the footsteps shift the sand around him as the speaker stepped closer to him. He must have been a big guy, judging by the large amount of displacement of the tiny grains of rock and shells.
The trainer tuned to see who it was, being met by the familiar man who had helped save his life just less than a week ago. "Silver? W..what are you doing here?"
The man took a seat in the sand next to the trainer, mumbling and groaning as he got himself into a comfortable position. "I saw you mopin' over here, and just wanted to know what's wrong."
"You wouldn't understand." He replied.
"You'd be surprised by how much I understand." Silver snickered. "I may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but I've seen and done about everything there is to do."
"Even if it involves a girl?"
The older trainer sighed, and leaned back slightly. "Yeah." He said plainly. "Is this about that Waterflower girl?" Ash didn't verbally reply, but instead nodded. "You two seem happy to me." Silver shrugged. "What's the problem?"
"I'm scared that if I lose tomorrow, then it just won't work out." The black haired trainer answered as he ran his finger along the sand. Normally he wouldn't feel so open to telling things like this to someone who was practically a stranger to him, but he needed to get this off of his chest, and Silver seemed like someone who was genuinely willing to listen.
"Now why might you think something like that?"
"Because," He murmured. "if I lose tomorrow, then Misty is going back to Cerulean, and I'm going to be halfway across the world to Unova." He stopped running his finger along the sand, looking at the abstract image he had drawn. "I just don't think it'll work out."
"Oh, that's just stupid." Silver's response was blunt and to the point, not holding back any punches.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Ash glared at the man sitting next to him, nearly biting his lip to keep himself from lashing out at him.
"You think a little distance is gonna put a wedge between you two?" He didn't give Ash time to answer before continuing. "My old girl just never could get into Pokémon training like I did, and even then she was always there waiting for me to come back when my journey was over."
Ash raised an eyebrow. "Are you still with her?"
Silver took a deep breath, seemingly withholding his answer. "That's not what this is about." He replied, obviously not wanting to dwell on it. "The point is, if she really cares about you, then she will wait for you."
The trainer looked up at Silver, hope beginning to slowly fill his eyes "You really think that?"
"Kid," Silver placed a hand on Ash's shoulder. "she jumped onto an airship filled with Team Rocket thugs just to save your skinny rear. I think it's safe to say she'll wait a few months to see you if she has to." Ash's laugh brought a faint smile to Silver's face. "Besides, you ain't gonna have to worry about that anyways."
"Whaddya mean?"
"What do I…" Silver rubbed his temples and shook his head. "What are ya, dense? I mean you're gonna beat that Damian punk tomorrow!"
"I…." The trainer from Pallet looked back down at his abstract sand drawing, thinking back to all of the talking he'd been making over the past week. Sure he had talked a big game, but did he actually have the skill to back it up? "I don't think I can beat him."
"Why not?!" Silver shot up, seeming almost offended by his answer. "What makes him so much better than you?!"
"Well his Pokémon, for one!" He shot at the older trainer, standing up as well. "They're way too strong for me to handle!"
"Way too strong?" Silver seemed completely dumbfounded by Ash's lack of faith in himself. "Boy, I've been watching you since you started out in the Indigo League, and you've never been the type to just give up before the match even starts! So why start now?!"
"I don't know if you saw the match that I saw, but I watched his Typhlosion single handedly take down a Garchomp!"
"But a Pokémon's strength is only half the battle." Silver said in a much calmer tone. "It's the bond between a trainer and their Pokémon that make the difference between good trainers and great trainers." Ash silently looked up at Silver, letting him continue. "Do you think that little punk has a connection with his Pokémon? All he sees them as are weapons; you see them as your friends! Your Pokémon would walk a hundred miles for you if you asked em' to! They'd push themselves beyond their very limits for you! But his Pokémon don't even bother with trying to reach theirs!" Silver placed both of his hands on Ash's shoulders, looking him dead in the eyes. "You have what it takes to beat him! You just need to realize that you don't just need sheer power to beat him!"
"Are you sure?" Ash seemed a bit shaky in his response.
"If you don't believe me, you can battle me right now to see if you've got the heart it takes to win."
"I..I don't know." The black haired trainer murmured. "All I've got with me right now is Sceptile."
"Great!" Silver exclaimed. "I've got an Arcanine!"
Ash threw a dirty look at Silver. "That's not exactly fair."
"What's the matter, Ash. Are ya too chicken to fight me?"
The look alone that Ash shot at Silver was more than enough to answer his question.
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Misty leaned back in the patio chair with Pikachu snuggled up in her lap. Nightfall had come hours ago, and Ash was still nowhere to be found. She was beginning to worry. She had started to regret holding back from chasing after him though it wouldn't have done her any good. It was clear that Ash needed to talk to someone about whatever his problem was, but it was also clear that she was not the person he needed to talk to, otherwise he would have just spilled his guts to her the first time she brought up that something was bothering him.
Her eyes were beginning to grow heavy as the sound of the waves crashing against the beach lulled her to sleep. However, she endured, and forced herself awake. The redhead absolutely refused to go inside until Ash got back. She wasn't going to rest until she knew he was back safe and sound, and had also received a proper scolding from her for leaving her worried like this
The sound of the waves began drifting through her head again, causing her eyelids to shut once more. The need for sleep had taken over, and despite how strong willed she was, her body just wouldn't let her stay awake any longer… Until she felt Pikachu's ears shoot up.
The gym leader looked down at the electric mouse as he raised his head up, looking down the beach for his trainer. Misty looked up as well, spotting a familiar silhouette approaching her. The redhead got up from her chair and walked down the patio steps, letting her bare feet come into contact with the soft sand.
"Ash!" She shouted as he grew closer to her. "You better have a good reason for being gone so long! I was really worried about yo-" Before she could even begin to scold him, she was silenced as he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tightly against him. At first she was a bit taken back by this, but after a brief moment began to feel comfort in his grasp.
"Misty." He whispered into her ear.
"Yeah, Ash?"
"I want you to know that no matter how far away from each other we are, I'll always come back to you."
Misty's eyes went wide as they began to water ever so slightly. Ever since the prospect of Ash having to go to Unova entered her mind, she felt an unending fear that he'd forget about her and move on. To hear these words from him made her feel like the weight of the world had been taken off her shoulders. "And I'll be waiting for you."
Ash leaned back a little bit, and looked into Misty's aqua green eyes. The way they shimmered under the moonlight made him feel a faint fluttering in his heart. The two leaned in closer to one another, allowing their lips to touch, and they shared a deep kiss, letting the entire world around them vanish into nothingness. All that seemed to exist was just the two of them, sharing a momentary embrace. Once Ash leaned away, the world began to reform, the environments around them becoming more and more visible.
"You don't have to worry about that though." Ash smirked. "Because tomorrow, I'm gonna beat Damian!"
A smile slowly began to form across Misty's face. "I know you will!" She replied joyously, tightly wrapping her arms around him and pulling herself as close as she could to her boyfriend. She began to bury her head into his chest, and started to speak into his jacket. "From the day me and you held off Team Rocket at that Pokémon Center in Viridian City, I knew that there was something special about you. Even after the Indigo League and The Silver Conference, I knew that you were going to do something great one day, and I know that tomorrow you're going to beat Damian, and then…" She paused for a moment, letting herself nuzzle into his torso. "And then you're going to beat one of the champions and become a true Pokémon Master."
"Misty…" The trainer from Pallet started to feel his heart race. To hear this from Misty was far more inspirational than Silver's pep-talk, or the victory he and Sceptile had against him afterwards. This was what he really needed to hear. To hear the girl he cared about more than anything else tell him that he could do it. He could win it. He would be a champion, and he wasn't going to let her down.
The two held each other closely as the sound of waves crashing against the beach sang through their ears like nature's melody. They could have stayed there forever, never letting go of the other. Even after all of his journeys and accomplishments, Ash had never felt this kind of happiness before. It was a happiness that he couldn't describe, a warmness in his stomach, and a slight heaviness in his heart. It was something strange and alien to him, but at the same time something he welcomed with open arms. Though he wasn't entirely sure what it was, he was almost positive that it was love.
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The final round of the Master League had gathered a massive crowd of some of the most illustrious and important figures in the world. Presidents of three separate regions were in attendance, including Zerra's own. All of the Elite Four members from all the regions were there as well, sitting amongst a special section in the front row reserved solely for them. Only two gym leaders had attended though, one being Erika of Celedon City, and Volkner of Sunyshore City. Blaine was seen mingling around the crowd as well, but he had since retired his title as a gym leader.
Ash took in a deep breath as he and Pikachu did a few stretches in the locker room. Ever since he woke up that morning, his heart had been racing at a mile a minute. It was so surreal to finally be here to be in the final round of the Master League Tournament. This was without a doubt the biggest day of his life, and in just a few minutes he'd be going head to head with one of the most powerful opponents he'd ever faced in his life, though that wasn't going to be enough to stop him.
Since only one tournament round was being held, the majority of the day was filled with exhibition matches featuring members of the various Elite Fours, a few of the tournament losers who had opted to stay for the finals, and a three on three match between Cynthia and Steven Stone that Ash had to regretfully miss due to being too busy focusing on his training.
The sun had started to set, and the field was being repaired of any damages that it had sustained over the course of the day from the previous battles, while Mary and Bill provided color commentary for the audience as they awaited for the final match of the Master League to commence.
Ash took in another deep breath as he exited the locker room, heading towards the entrance to the arena. Once there, he and Pikachu waited patiently for the signal to step onto the battlefield. This was it, the moment he'd been waiting for was just around the corner.
On the other side of the arena, Damian rolled down the sleeves on his trench coat which he had pulled up earlier due to the warm weather. He wasn't going to allow for the audience to see all the scars that littered his body, even if it meant sacrificing his own comfort. If all went well though, he was sure he wouldn't even have to break a sweat.
The lights began to dim down, turning the spotlights towards both entrances. Realizing this was his signal, Ash and Pikachu stepped forth, being greeted by thousands of screaming fans. The flash of cameras blinded his eyes, and the booming sound of their shouts caused Ash to feel a little bit lightheaded. After a moment of exposure though, he was quickly able to shake it off.
The trainer from Pallet let out one final exhale as he stepped into the battle box. He looked to the other side to see Damian standing in his battle box, seemingly showing no signs of emotion whatsoever. His eyes were fixated on Ash, an ice cold fire burning behind them. Ash would have been lying if he said he wasn't intimidated by his cold stare. He may have been confident that he could pull the victory, but he wasn't stupid. He knew that Damian was a force to be reckoned with, and if he wanted to win, he and his Pokémon would have to give a hundred and ten percent.
As the referee stepped forward, the audience began to quiet down. This referee wasn't like the ones Ash had seen previously. He was an older man, wearing a solid black shirt and a black cap. After getting a good look at him, he was able to place him. He was one of the Pokémon League's most widely recognized officials. Ash almost felt ashamed for not remembering his name.
"This is the final round of the Pokémon League's Master League Tournament." His voice echoed through the microphone, booming through the stadium. "This is a full battle, and the first trainer to defeat all six of their opponent's Pokémon will be declared the winner." He looked towards both Ash and Damian. "Is that clear?"
"Yes."
"Yes."
"Are both trainers ready?"
"Yes."
"You better believe I'm ready!"
The referee couldn't help but smirk at Ash's enthusiasm. "Then, it gives me great pleasure to let the final round of the Master League Tournament to begi-"
"Ash! Ash! He's our man! Beat that punk to a pulp!" Ash, Damian, the referee, as well as everyone in attendance turned to see three individuals standing atop the barrier in cheerleader outfits. One had long scarlet hair, and the other shoulder length blue hair. The third was a short cat-like Pokémon. Within seconds security snatched them off of the barrier and carried them away.
"You know those freaks?" Damian sneered at the trainer from Pallet.
He simply shook his head. "No. Just some crazy fans, I guess."
The referee smirked once again before continuing with signaling the start of the match. "Then let the battle begin!"
For anyone disappointed that I didn't show the entirety of Damian and Chase's fight, I'm sorry, but to show the entire thing would distract from the story at hand. I showed just enough to get the point across I was trying to make. As for Ash and Silver's battle, it was one of those battles that you knew Ash was going to win anyways, and all in all it just didn't have too much bearing on the plot other than to get Ash out of his funk, so that's why I cut it out. If you don't like that, then I implore anyone out there to write out their interpretation of that battle and send it to me. If I think it's good enough, I'll put it in this chapter and credit you for it.
Anyways, I don't think I have to tell you what the next chapter is going to be about. As soon as I publish this chapter, I'm going to start working on it, and try to get it to you as soon as I can, whilst retaining a high quality.
Till then, see ya!