The Paldea Saga: Treasures and Trials

by Pocketbook

Tired of the burden of fame, Ash Ketchum, Monarch of the World, decides to disappear into a whole new adventure in the far-away land of Paldea. Eager to participate in the region's famous "Treasure Hunt," Ash must first attend Scarlet Academy and its rigorous Battle School, where he'll meet trials a plenty alongside new friends and rivals...and old flames. SatoSere.

7. Chapter 7: The Battle Exhibitions

Well, sorry for the super long chapter. It's 41 pages in my Google docs (LOL). However, I did manage to get it done before Sunday, so I thought I'd release it before the weekend to give you all something to read.

A disclaimer: lots of battles in this chapter. Battles are not necessarily my forte so I'm sorry if they don't meet your wildest expectations. I will take constructive feedback, but I'd prefer it to be given in a nice and encouraging manner, haha.

Enjoy the Amourshipping. Even more to come in the next chapter, which I've already started writing as it kind of became an "overflow." Expect the release to be by January 11th. As always, if I get it done earlier, great! But I am in the middle of freelance assignments and a grad school practicum so I promise nothing.

A big thank you to: Thank you to Ajejebrazorf, Thor94, Ri2, Cyan Quartz, Void Reader, Thios, Fangs of Death, Vigilante Spider, AliciaMirza, and Geekgirles for reviewing! Thank you to everyone else following/favoriting this story!

Rated T for violence, some language, romance, and innuendo.

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Chapter 7: The Battle Exhibitions

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Three shadowy figures meandered through the halls of Scarlet Academy, their movements both cautious and curious. Dressed as professors, they blended somewhat with the academic environment, but a closer inspection would reveal a certain out-of-place quality about them. Each wore elaborate academic attire, perhaps a tad too theatrical for the setting.

The first figure, tall and slim, sported a tweed jacket that seemed a size too large, with elbow patches and a pair of round, thick-rimmed glasses perched on their nose. They carried themselves with an air of feigned importance, occasionally adjusting their glasses in a manner that suggested a scholarly demeanor.

Beside them, a second figure, with vibrant red hair styled into an elaborate updo, wore a long, flowing lab coat. This coat billowed dramatically with each step, adding an air of eccentricity. They frequently gestured with grandiose hand movements as they spoke in hushed tones to their companions.

The third, shorter than the others, clung closely to the first figure, peering around with a mix of wariness and curiosity.

As they navigated the corridors, their eyes darted around, taking in the surroundings with a keen interest that bordered on suspicion. They occasionally paused, whispering among themselves before continuing their cautious exploration of the Academy. To any onlooker, their presence would seem odd, their disguises just shy of convincing, hinting at motives beyond mere academic pursuits.

"Well, where is everyone, James? Shouldn't we be seeing book-wormy twerps and twerpettes with their noses buried in books around here?" The red-head scowled as she scanned the empty halls. "And more importantly, where's that twerp and his Pikachu?"

"I thought this place would be teeming with them, Jesse," James lamented, adjusting his glasses in what he believed to be a scholarly manner.

Meowth, ever the accessory to their schemes, was nestled in James's arms, disguised as a rare and exotic Pokémon specimen.

As they continued their strange ambulating down the Academy corridors, they at last spotted a student walking by, carrying a stack of books up to his chin. Seizing the opportunity, Jessie stepped forward and asked in a horribly accented voice, "De—scul—pe, young scholar! Could you enlighten us as to the whereabouts of the masses, specifically a certain Ash Ketchum and his Pikachu?"

The student, slightly taken aback by the sudden inquiry from the oddly dressed 'professors,' pointed towards the doors leading outside. "Uh, everyone's at the Battle Exhibitions. That's where you'd find the champion Ash Ketchum too. He's, uh, like one of the main attractions there," the student replied, adjusting their glasses nervously.

Team Rocket's eyes lit up in unison. "The Battle Exhibitions, of course!" James exclaimed.

"Perfect! Time to show off our costumes," Jessie said with a wicked grin. "Thank you, diligent twerp!"

With renewed purpose, they quickened their pace towards the stadium, their disguises swishing dramatically. Meowth, slightly jostled by the sudden movement, clung to James's costume, chirped excitedly, "I gots a good feeling about dis..."

As they disappeared around a corner, the student they had questioned shook his head in disbelief, unsure of what to make of the strange encounter.

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The first exhibition battle of the day was a straightforward, yet vibrant display of strategy and skill, pitting Battle Studies teacher Dendra against History teacher Raifort.

They stood opposite each other on the field, the atmosphere crackling with the tension of anticipation. Dendra, the smirk on her face revealing a warrior-like confidence, held a pokéball in her hand, which she tossed with a practiced flick of her wrist. From the burst of light, a Paldean Tauros emerged, its distinct black fur and dark features setting it apart from its more commonly known counterparts. It stamped the ground aggressively, a fiery snort of challenge escaping its nostrils as it locked eyes with its opponent.

Raifort, unfazed by the display, had whimsically retrieved her own pokéball and released her chosen Pokémon: a Grumpig. The Psychic-type Pokémon had appeared with a twirl, its pink and black body contrasting against the battlefield. It moved with a grace that belied its bulky appearance, performing a little dance on its hooves that seemed to be both a warm-up and a taunt.

The battle began. Tauros's head began to glow, and at Dendra's command, it launched into a Zen Headbutt. The Bull Pokémon, issuing forth from its nostrils, stormed forward with impressive speed to land the first of a series of powerful blows. Grumpig, while graceful and agile, couldn't withstand the relentless onslaught of headbutts and Close Combats and was soon overpowered. With a final, decisive charge, Tauros emerged victorious.

Raifort, with a composed expression that masked her rising determination, sent out her Seviper. The serpent Pokémon slithered into action, its sinister fangs bared. With a Glare, it swiftly exploited the weariness of the victorious Tauros, delivering a venomous Poison Fang that took advantage of the bull's weakened state. Despite Tauros's valiant efforts, it fell to Seviper's cunning tactics.

The excitement in the stadium heightened as Dendra called back her fallen Tauros and released Medicham. The Fighting and Psychic-type Pokémon appeared serene, its eyes closed as if in meditation before snapping open to reveal an intense, otherworldly focus. Medicham engaged Seviper with a fluidity that spoke of countless hours of training, dodging with supernatural agility and striking with pinpoint accuracy. Seviper, caught off guard by the swift and precise attacks, was quickly bested after a series of Axe Kicks and Ice Punches.

Raifort, down to her last Pokémon, unleashed her Zoroark, a master of illusions. The crowd watched in awe as the battle between Medicham and Zoroark unfolded, a dance of mind games and martial prowess. But Dendra's Medicham, trained specifically for combat, saw through the trickeries. Again, with a combination of its kicks and jabs, it anticipated and countered Zoroark's every Feints and strikes.

The duel reached its climax when Medicham landed a decisive Thunder Punch, leaving Zoroark paralyzed and soon after it was unable to continue. The referee raised a hand, signaling the end of the battle. Dendra was declared the winner, her Pokémon's superior combat training evident in their performance.

The Battle Studies teacher received loud applause, her tactical acumen and her Pokémon's battle readiness clear. Raifort, gracious in defeat, recalled her Pokémon with a playful nod to her opponent. Both teachers shook hands and smiled.

"That was awesome!" Ash exclaimed, his fists pumping into the air as the adrenaline of the spectator's high surged through him. He leaned forward, his eyes sparkling with the thrill of the match.

Nemona nodded vigorously, her own excitement mirroring Ash's. "Yeah, so fun!"

Aliquis, with the sleek and poised Meowscarada by his side, nodded in agreement to the post-battle analysis. His Pokémon, reflecting its trainer's calm demeanor, sat with an air of quiet composure, its eyes following the conversation with a sharpness that spoke of its intelligence.

Hohma, eager to dissect the recent battle, leaned forward, crushing his Quaxley against him. "You see, Dendra's approach was all about precision and strategy," he began, his voice carrying the excitement of a true battle enthusiast. "Her Medicham's technique was flawless, and she capitalized on Raifort's overreliance on battle patterns."

"Brock's up next!" Goh announced, pointing down towards the pokédoctor as he approached the arena.

As Goh's announcement drew everyone's attention back to the arena, the group's focus shifted in anticipation of the next match. Brock, who could be quite the showman when he wanted to be, strode confidently into the arena with a spring in his step, ready to showcase his skills as a battler once again.

"Oh no," Arven groaned. A collective glance from the group followed his gaze, only to find Brock engaging in animated conversation with his opponent. Standing across from him in the arena was the school's nurse, Miriam—a very pretty woman with hair that was a soft shade of purple and styled into twin buns that added a playful touch to her appearance, which was complemented by the warmth in her green eyes, sparkling with friendly cheer.

Even from the stands, the group could see Brock beginning to lay the charm on thick, with grand gestures and a wide, engaging smile. Then he got on one knee…

"I can't watch. Tell me when it's over," Arven buried his face in his hands with a mortified groan, unable to bear witness to the spectacle unfolding below. Beside him, his loyal Mabosstiff let out a soft whine, picking up on its trainer's distress and tilting its head in concern.

Serena, with a soft yet unsure laugh, reached out and to gently pat Arven's shoulder in a comforting gesture. Her eyes glinted with amusement. Unsure of what to say given the scene, the performer only smiled. "Well, he sure looks smitten!"

"He frequently looks smitten, that's the problem,"Ash chuckled, scratching his nose. His eyes unwillingly noticing Serena's hand on Arven.

Suddenly Croagunk, Brock's ever-watchful companion, burst from its pokéball with a sense of urgency. It quickly assessed the situation, its bulbous eyes fixating on Brock's over-the-top display. With a swift hop, Croagunk reached its trainer and, with an assertive tug, began dragging him across the arena, away from the flustered nurse.

The crowd's reaction was immediate—a mixture of laughter and applause—as Croagunk's timely intervention turned the awkward moment into a comedic spectacle. Brock, caught off guard, stumbled to his feet and allowed himself to be pulled away, his dramatic expression now replaced by one of mild shock and resignation.

Serena, Ash, and their friends watched the scene unfold with varying degrees of amusement and relief. Croagunk, acting as the level-headed foil. The Pokémon then made its way to the center of the arena, apparently deciding that it would be the first to battle.

Miriam couldn't help but let out a slight giggle at the antics, a gesture that was both graceful and good-natured. Shaking her head with mirth, she regained her composure and focused on the battle ahead. With a flick of her wrist, she released her Glalie, the face of the Ice-type Pokémon materializing with a stoic and chilling demeanor. Glalie's icy gaze swept the arena as it prepared to engage in combat.

The match commenced with Glalie's swift Ice Shard attack, jagged pieces of ice hurtling towards Croagunk at a blistering pace. Croagunk, nimble and alert, dodged with surprising agility, the projectiles shattering against the ground where it had just stood. Not deterred, Miriam had Glalie follow up with a Crunch, its jaws glowing with dark energy as it aimed to clamp down on its opponent. Croagunk, however, utilized its Poison Jab, striking Glalie with a well-timed thrust that exuded a toxic aura, halting Glalie's advance.

The two continued to exchange blows in a dance of power and precision. Glalie managed to land an Iron Head, barreling forward with its head encased in a metallic sheen, slamming into Croagunk. Yet, the Poison-type Pokémon withstood the blow, retaliating with a flurry of Poison Stings, each one envenoming Glalie further, weakening its resolve.

In a pivotal moment, Glalie, surrounded by an aura of frost, prepared another Ice Shard. Croagunk, however, anticipated the move, leaping into the air and descending with a decisive Brick Break. Its fist, surrounded by a glowing force, smashed through the Ice Shard attack and struck Glalie directly. The impact was critical, sending Glalie skidding back, unable to continue.

"Alright, Brock!" Ash and Goh both stood up in excitement. The two friends then grinned, turning to each other for a resounding high-five.

As Glalie was recalled by Miriam, she gave a nod of respect to the tenacity of her opponent's Pokémon. With her next choice, she called upon Hypno, the Psychic-type Pokémon emerging with a hypnotic sway, its pendulum-like tail oscillating back and forth as it prepared to face the victorious Croagunk.

The battle reignited with Hypno initiating a Zen Headbutt, its forehead aglow with pink energy. It charged forward with an almost serene focus, closing the distance between itself and Croagunk in mere moments. Croagunk attempted to sidestep, but the precision of Hypno's attack was unerring, landing a super effective blow that sent the Toxic Pokémon stumbling.

Not wasting a moment, Hypno followed up with Drain Punch, its fist wreathed in a vibrant aura. The punch landed squarely, and with each impact, a visible stream of energy was siphoned from Croagunk back to Hypno, rejuvenating the Psychic-type while further draining its opponent.

"Croagunk! Stay in it!" Brock cried, though his own mind was briefly distracted by Miriam's sudden giggle of triumph.

Croagunk, looking visibly fatigued, mustered the strength for a counter-attack. However, as it lunged forward, Hypno's pendulum swung with greater intensity, casting a spell of Hypnosis. Croagunk's movements became sluggish, its eyes drooping as the hypnotic effect took hold, and it succumbed to a forced slumber in the middle of the arena.

With Croagunk incapacitated, Hypno closed in and delivered one final Zen Headbutt. The impact was definitive, and Croagunk was unable to continue, necessitating its return to the pokéball by a somewhat surprised Brock.

The crowd, having witnessed the swift turn of events, let out a collective murmur, some in surprise at the sudden conclusion of the match-up, others in appreciation for the strategic prowess displayed by Miriam's pokémon.

"That's a powerful Hypno," Goh remarked, his arms folded across his chest. "I didn't know that the faculty were such powerful trainers too!"

"Of course!" Nemona beamed, "and Miriam's pretty fierce. She and Dendra train together."

Ash nodded absently, deep in thought as though appraising the tone of the battle.

Brock, with a composed expression and a wink towards Miriam, released his next Pokémon: Marshtomp. The Mud Fish Pokémon landed with a happy cry, its blue body contrasted sharply against the arena's surface. Marshtomp's stance was grounded and determined, ready to turn the tide of the battle.

Hypno, still brimming with confidence from its victory over Croagunk, prepared to engage. But Marshtomp was quick off the mark, launching a high-pressure Water Gun. The jet of water cut through the air, fast and unyielding. Hypno, caught off guard, took the full brunt of the attack, the force of the water pushing it back.

Regaining its composure, Hypno responded with a Drain Punch, its fists glowing and seeking to recover the health it had lost. Marshtomp, however, anticipated the move and retaliated with Mud Shot. The ground beneath Hypno erupted, sending a spray of mud hurtling towards it. Hypno's punch connected, but the mud in its eyes affected its aim, reducing the effectiveness of its blow.

The two Pokémon exchanged a flurry of moves, Water Gun clashing with Zen Headbutt, Mud Shot interrupting Hypno's attempts at Hypnosis. The battle was a dance of attack and counter-attack, neither side giving ground easily.

As the battle intensified, Marshtomp and Hypno each landed significant attacks. A completed Water Gun from Marshtomp had Hypno reeling, but the Psychic Pokémon was resilient.

"Hypno, dazzle them!" Miriam called out, her voice sweet and fierce and determined. Hypno responded again with a Zen Headbutt, punching through Marstomp's water stream, its body surrounded by a psychic aura as it slammed into the Mud Fish Pokémon, who braced itself against the impact.

Brock's Marshtomp, though sturdy, was beginning to show signs of fatigue. It managed a Mud Shot, hoping to slow Hypno down, but the Psychic Pokémon's resolve was unwavering. Hypno countered with Drain Punch, connecting solidly and sapping Marshtomp's vitality, the healing effect evident as Hypno's stamina seemed to rejuvenate.

Marshtomp, spurred on by Brock's encouragement, used Protect to shield itself from a follow-up attack, but the effort drained it further. Hypno, seizing the opportunity, launched into Hypnosis, its eyes glowing with hypnotic power. Marshtomp resisted valiantly, but the sudden onslaught was too much, and its defenses wavered.

With Marshtomp's reactions slowed, Hypno executed a precise Zen Headbutt. Marshtomp attempted to counter with a Water Gun, but the psychic force behind Hypno's attack broke through, sending Marshtomp reeling back.

"Just wonderful, Hypno!" Miriam beamed, her green eyes shining.

Marshtomp struggled to rise, shaking its head to clear the dizziness, but it was visibly weakened. Hypno, sensing victory, moved in with one last Drain Punch, and this time, Marshtomp could not muster the energy to evade. The punch landed, and Marshtomp collapsed, unable to continue.

"Dang," Goh muttered, his brow furrowed. "It's not looking good for Brock."

"Hypno seems pretty fatigued," Serena offered, trying to sound encouraging. Her eyes too were intensely focused on the battle. However, the performer smiled, noting how Brock might be a little distracted…his mouth would every so often hang agape as he watched the school nurse jump and smile at the battle unfolding.

"Indeed! If Brock takes out that Hypno quickly with his next pokémon, he might still have a chance!" Hohma agreed, adjusting his spectacles.

The battle had reached its climax, and Brock knew it was time to bring out his last resort. With a confident toss, he released his final Pokémon, Steelix. The Iron Snake Pokémon emerged with a roar, its metallic body gleaming under the noon sun, its massive form casting an imposing shadow over the field.

Hypno, already exhausted from the previous bout, faced the towering Steelix with a weary stance. Despite its fatigue, it stood ready, awaiting its trainer's command, its eyes still glinting with the will to fight.

Brock wasted no time. "Steelix, use Iron Tail!" he commanded. With a thunderous rumble, Steelix swung its massive tail, the iron appendage whistling through the air towards Hypno. The Psychic Pokémon attempted to dodge, but the tail's reach and speed were overwhelming. The attack connected, sending Hypno skidding across the arena floor.

Before Hypno could recover, Brock called for a Stone Edge. Steelix roared, and the ground trembled as jagged rocks erupted around Hypno, trapping it in a stony prison. Despite its best efforts, Hypno couldn't escape the encroaching boulders, which struck it from multiple angles.

Seeing an opportunity, Steelix launched a Smack Down. Its monolithic tail rising from the clay and striking with precise force, the impact resonating throughout the arena as the rocks pinned Hypno down further. The Psychic Pokémon's resilience was remarkable, but the continuous onslaught was taking its toll.

With Hypno struggling to rise, Steelix unleashed a Dragon Breath. A stream of draconic energy spiraled towards Hypno, enveloping it in a mystical glow. The power of the attack was undeniable, and as the energy dissipated, Hypno lay on the ground, unable to continue.

Miriam's composure never wavered, even in the face of the towering Steelix. With a serene smile, she called upon her last Pokémon, Toxapex. The starfish-like creature appeared on the field, its blue and purple body immediately setting a stark contrast against Steelix's gray, metallic sheen. Toxapex's tentacles writhed gently, a sign of its readiness to engage in the final showdown.

The match commenced with Miriam's strategic foresight. "Toxapex, use Scald!" she commanded. Toxapex obliged, launching a highly accurate stream scalding water at Steelix. Despite its solid form, the attack hit true, burning Steelix's armor.

Brock countered swiftly. "Steelix, Smack Down!" he ordered. Steelix's tail hammered down towards Toxapex, but the nimble Pokémon dodged, its liquid body flowing like water. The tail smashed into the ground, sending a shockwave that Toxapex absorbed with its flexible form.

Miriam seized the momentum. "Now, Scald again!" Toxapex unleashed another shot of boiling hot water at its target, hoping to capitalize on the burned state of its opponent. The steaming liquid blasted against Steelix, and even the mighty Iron Snake Pokémon reeled from the amplified damage.

With Steelix disoriented, Toxapex continued its assault with Water Pulse. It launched an acoustic onslaught of ultrasonic waves, striking Steelix with such power that it made the stone benches vibrate throughout the stadium. Steelix, sturdy as it was, couldn't withstand the watery onslaught and staggered back.

Brock, sensing the tide turning, knew he had to make a decisive move. "Steelix, Iron Tail!" he shouted. Steelix, its tail now aglow, swung its appendage once more with a metallic clang, aiming directly at Toxapex. The attack landed, but Toxapex's hard outer shell minimized the damage.

In his seat, Ash sighed. "It's an unlucky matchup," he said, sensing the match drawing to a close.

As the battle raged, Steelix's movements grew sluggish, the burn from the Scald taking its toll. Sensing weakness, Toxapex closed in for a final Scald.

But Brock wasn't out of options yet. "Steelix, Dragon Breath!" he yelled. A spiraling stream of dragon energy shot from Steelix's maw, striking Toxapex with considerable force. Yet, the Brutal Star Pokémon remained, slipping away like an eel.

Miriam knew this was her chance. "Liquidation!" The water-type move was unexpected, but Toxapex executed it flawlessly, slamming into Steelix with a watery wave of force that even the Iron Snake Pokémon struggled to resist.

The two continued to exchange blows, but as the battle wore on, the poison took its toll on Steelix. Toxapex, though battered, appeared to be outlasting the steel behemoth.

In the end, the burn allowed Toxapex to edge out a victory. Steelix, overcome by the relentless injury and the powerful attacks, finally succumbed, unable to continue the fight.

"That…" Nemona began, for once almost speechless, "was IN-credible!" She stood up, a fist brimming with excitement rising before her. She looked at Aliquis, who was already on his feet, having been moved to stand somewhere in the middle of the thrill of the battle.

"Brock gave it all he had!" Ash nodded, a crooked smile on his lips as Brock and Miriam exchanged a hand shake and gracious nods.

"I think I want a Toxapex now," Goh smirked, his arms still folded before his chest, Grookey sitting happily on his brown hair.

Aliquis turned to Nemona, a flash in his dark blue eyes. "You and Ash have a tough act to follow. Can't imagine your battle will be as exciting since Ash is about to wipe the floor with you."

"Hey—!" Nemona's interjection was cut short by Arven who moaned.

Arven's unexpected outburst drew the group's collective attention. The botany student's discomfort was apparent, a sheen of sweat over his dark brows. When he noticed everyone staring at him, he grimaced. "Sorry," he mumbled, "battles give me anxiety. Kind of why I didn't want to come."

Serena gave Arven an encouraging smile. "That's okay, Arven," she chirped, her voice kind and empathetic, "I used to feel that way too whenever I watched Ash."

Ash glanced over at Serena, his face softening. "Yea, well, I guess I was a bit unpredictable back then," Ash scratched his cheek with an embarrassed smile.

"You still are," Goh scoffed, looking at Arven, considering whether he'd need to get the guy a brown paper bag.

"We should get going, Ash! Our battle is coming up!" Nemona beamed, standing up and placing her hands confidently on her hips.

Ash grinned and then looked at Serena. He wasn't sure what to do exactly, but he found himself wanting to do something. He gave her a thumbs up. "You'll be cheering for me, right, Serena?" Ash's smile grew lopsided and charming.

"Of course!" Serena's breathy response issued forth automatically. She bit her lip, trying not to laugh or gasp in surprise. Ash had never needed her reassurance before, and now with his dark eyes were on her, his grin boyish and shy. A wave of warmth rushed through her, leaving her feeling dizzy. She responded almost instinctively, her actions guided by a bold impulse.

She reached out, her hands moving towards Ash's chest. Her fingers found his tie, and she began to adjust the bright fabric, straightening it with a soft and gentle touch. Ash's gaze remained focused on her face. She then moved to straighten the collar of his shirt. He felt her fingers barely brush against his neck and struggled to maintain a blank expression, to keep the warmth he felt from coloring his cheeks. The simple contact of her hands, the closeness of her—it was both unsettling and exhilarating. He liked it, liked the way she was making him feel. He sat there, trying to comprehend it all.

"There," Serena sighed, her face flushed and brilliant, "Go get 'em."

For a moment, Ash remained motionless, his gaze intense and searching as it met Serena's.

"Ash! Come on!" Nemona called again, now from the lower stands. She looked impatient. Pawmo chirped with excitement as it swung in her ponytail.

"Right! Coming!" Ash broke from his trance as Nemona's voice rang out. With a final look at Serena, he turned to join the fray of the upcoming battle. Pikachu scurried alongside him with short determined strides.

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Arven had accepted the fact long ago that he was cursed to always: one, be in the wrong place at the wrong time; and two, see things he shouldn't see. Therefore, when the aspiring botanist accidentally witnessed the brief, intimate exchange between Serena and the world champion, he internally groaned and once again buried his face in his hands—a habit he'd been forming of late.

He quickly decided that intruding upon private moments was officially on his list of things that made him supremely uncomfortable.

Why? Why did he have to be the bearer of other people's secrets? As Arven wallowed in self pity, Hohma took a seat next to the botanist in Ash's absence to get a better view of the arena up. The plump student chirped obtusely, "Man, I get it. His tie was driving me crazy!"

Arven heaved a deep sigh. "Arceus," he muttered low enough for only Mabosstiff to hear.

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Ash and his Pokémon stood at the edge of the battlefield, preparing for the highly anticipated match of the day. The atmosphere around them was electric, a buzz of excitement that resonated with the promise of an intense battle.

Ash turned his attention to Charcadet, the newly acquired companion. Kneeling down to be at eye level with the fiery Pokémon, Ash spoke earnestly. "Okay, Charcadet, we're about to go into a battle. It's going to be intense, but I know you can handle it," he said, his voice a mix of encouragement and instruction. Charcadet's eyes sparkled with excitement, its body language exuding a, perhaps, slightly overconfident air.

"Char! Charcadet!" The small Pokémon raised his red arms.

"Great!" Ash smiled, a fist in the air, "Just do your best!"

After a moment of confirming move options with Charcadet, Ash then shifted his focus to Lucario. He reached into his pocket and held out the Pokémon's yellow-gold mega stone, a glint of mischief in Ash's eyes as he said, "You might need this."

Lucario took the stone and smirked, a sense of understanding passing between the Pokémon and its trainer. The shared history and countless battles they had faced together lent a sense of gravity to the moment. Lucario's stance became more assertive, a silent promise of the power that lay dormant within.

Alright, let's do this!" Ash declared, fitting his own key stone into his trainer glove. Standing beside him, Pikachu, Charcadet, and Lucario mirrored his enthusiasm. Pikachu's cheeks sparked with electricity, its tail twitching eagerly as it stood ready by Ash's side. Charcadet, the newest member of the team, radiated a fiery spirit, its eyes shining with anticipation for its first battle. Lucario, calm and composed, exuded a quiet confidence, a seasoned battler ready to support its teammates.

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In the stands, Serena watched the ongoing student Pokémon battle with a somewhat distant gaze. Though the first student battle was undoubtedly exciting, filled with raw energy and enthusiastic tactics that were characteristic of amateur matches, her mind seemed to be elsewhere.

As the battle concluded, leaving the crowd in a buzz of animated discussions about the performances, Brock rejoined the group. Taking a seat next to Serena and Goh, he was greeted with a mix of sympathy and encouragement due to his recent loss.

"You did great, buddy," Goh said, with Grookey nodding in agreement, offering a supportive pat on Brock's back. "Don't sweat it."

Serena turned to Brock with a reassuring smile. "All of your Pokémon did wonderfully! Steelix really held out until the very end," she complimented, her tone genuine and uplifting. Sylveon nodded in agreement.

Brock chuckled sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "Yea, it had been a while," he admitted, his demeanor a blend of humility and gratitude. "But I appreciate it, Serena," he said, giving her a friendly wink.

Then, turning his attention back to the arena, Brock's expression shifted to one of anticipation. "I'm really excited to see Ash get out there. Should be a great battle," he said, his eyes scanning the field. "I've fought alongside Nemona and I wouldn't underestimate her." His words held a tone of respect and admiration, hinting at the high caliber of the upcoming match and setting the stage for what promised to be an enthralling showdown.

The group settled into a comfortable lull of conversation. As they waited, Serena asked Brock about his time traveling with Ash. He recounted his tales with a nostalgic glint in his eyes, and spoke of their adventures, the challenges they faced, and the bonds they formed with their Pokémon along the way. His stories were filled with fond memories, occasionally interspersed with light-hearted jokes about how Ash always seemed to have a knack for getting himself into life and death situations, which Serena tried to listen to with a calm expression though the comments worried her a bit.

Goh chimed in from time to time, eager to contribute his own anecdotes. He shared funny and sometimes embarrassing stories about his experiences with Ash, each tale highlighting their friendship and the numerous escapades they had encountered together. Grookey, perched comfortably on Goh's shoulder, seemed to enjoy the stories, its expression changing with the flow of the conversation.

Serena listened intently until their voices faded and they looked at her expectantly. Sensing it was her turn, the performer's voice grew soft, filled with warmth as she recounted how she first met Ash. Even Hohma, Aliquis, and Ohara leaned in to hear her.

"Ash and I actually met when we were five at a Pokémon camp Professor Oak ran back in Pallet Town," Serena began, a dreamy glaze over her tone. She explained how she had gotten lost in the woods, how she'd gotten hurt, how Ash had helped her and walked her back to camp. "It wasn't until years later that we met up again. And then we traveled through Kalos together with a couple of other friends. Ash was part of the reason I built up enough confidence to get into Pokémon Showcases actually," Serena flashed them all a warm smile. "He was always so positive and never gave up! So I didn't either!"

Goh and Brock nodded in agreement, their expressions reflecting their shared understanding of Ash's character. "That sounds just like him," Goh said, his mouth curling into a proud smirk. "It's crazy to think he's always been that way. I'd get exhausted being that upbeat all the time."

"You're telling me," Arven mumbled, but offering the story a small smile.

"So, you've technically known Ash longer than I have," Brock remarked, his tone one of impressed realization. "Well, he seems lucky to have you as a friend," he smiled kindly.

Serena, caught off guard by the comment, responded almost reflexively. "Oh, I always thought I was lucky to have him," she said, her gaze becoming distant for a moment. Realizing the depth of her own words, she quickly tried to manage the tingling along her cheeks. "But it seems Ash has made all sorts of amazing friends across all his adventures!" Serena redirected, gesturing to everyone around her.

Goh, utterly oblivious to the performer's flustering, lifted his chest proudly. "Yea, I've gotten Ash out of a jam or two," he remarked with a cocky grin.

Brock, on the other hand, tried not to betray his surprise at what the performer had said. Rather, he chose to turn away and face the arena, hiding a bewildered expression on his normally stoic face.

As the conversation drifted away from the past, Ohara engaged Serena in a lighter chat about life at Scarlet Academy. The two girls giggled together, discussing everything from the uniforms to dancing to adorable Paldean Pokémon, their laughter creating a light-hearted atmosphere.

Their conversation was interrupted as Talin Reyes returned to the center of the arena, his voice carrying across the stone benches as he announced the impending battle between Ash and Nemona. The crowd's attention shifted, anticipation building for the upcoming exhibition.

The announcement sent waves of excitement through the crowd. As the referee's signaled the start of the match, an enormous applause erupted from the audience. People stood up from their seats, their cheers and shouts creating an electric atmosphere of anticipation and thrill.

Ash, standing at his end of the battlefield, exuded confidence. In a smooth, practiced motion, he spun his trademark hat around, the brim now facing backward, a signature pre-battle move that never failed to ignite the crowd's excitement.

Watching from the stands, Serena's heart skipped a beat. She had never seen him do that before in person, and the move sent a thrill through her. His confident smile and the determined glint in his eyes seemed to heighten his appeal, making her heart flutter with a mix of admiration and yearning. As she tried to calm herself, she noticed that she had not been the only girl in the crowd affected by Ash's appearance, much to her anxiety. There were many swoons and amorous cries interspersed within the audience's feverish shouts.

Nemona responded to the crowd's energy with her own infectious enthusiasm. She laughed, a sound that was both lighthearted and competitive, and held up two fingers to the audience, signaling her readiness and confidence. The young trainer was poised, her eyes locking with Ash's in a friendly yet competitive stare.

The referee, standing off to the side of the field, raised his hand to signal the beginning of the match. "Trainers, choose your first Pokémon!" he announced.

Without hesitation, Ash called out to Pikachu, who leaped from its trainer's side onto the field, its cheeks sparking with readiness.

Nemona, in a calculated response, released her own Pokémon: a Lycanroc. The rock-type canine emerged with a burst of energy, large tufts of brown fur muted against the field. It stood tall and formidable, its pale eyes fixed on Pikachu with a dogged determination. The Pokémon's stance was aggressive yet controlled, a foreshadow of Nemona's own battling style.

The air was thick with tension as the two Pokémon faced off, their trainers' commands soon to ignite the clash of strategies and strengths. The crowd held its breath, waiting for the first move.

The Pokémon squared off.

"Let's go, Quick Attack!" Nemona commanded, her finger pointed towards her target. The canine dissolved into a blur of motion and intent, darting towards Pikachu with incredible speed. The mouse Pokémon barely managed to evade.

Before the dust could settle, Nemona called out another attack. "Rock Tomb!"

Lycanroc abruptly stopped and stomped the ground and projected a hail of sharp rocks that hurtled towards Pikachu like meteorites.

Yet, Pikachu was a veteran of many battles, its small form belied the power it held. Ash, with a strategist's eye, called for Iron Tail. Pikachu's tail glowed a bright silver, sweeping through the projectiles and deflecting them away, some shards making their way back to Lycanroc.

At Nemona's command, the canine prepared itself for its next move. A white aura coated its brown fur before it charged towards Pikachu with the incredible speed of an Acceleroc.

"Let's stop Lycanroc in its tracks, Pikachu. Electro Web!" Ash called.

Static crackled from Pikachu's cheeks. Hazy lines of yellow electricity began to form from its body, creating a sparking net, crisscrossing the field, turning it into a tactical grid of electric snares.

Lycanroc, in mid-leap, found itself caught in the electric trap, its forward momentum arrested by the tendrils of energy.

For a moment, the wolf seemed stuck—though not injured. Its body twitched slightly under the electric charge. The wolf's eyes blazed and a fierce growl rumbled in its belly. Soon enough, it tore through Pikachu's attack as if it were mere gossamer. The electric strands disintegrated under its rocky power, the energy blooming into a vapor of sparks. Free from the web's grasp, Lycanroc lunged forward, renewing its Acceleroc, closing the distance between itself and Pikachu in a heartbeat.

Pikachu, taken aback by Lycanroc's resilience, braced for impact. Lycanroc's effect attack landed, a powerful blow that sent Pikachu skidding backwards across the field. The force of the hit was flagrant, and the crowd gasped, witnessing the sheer tenacity and power of Nemona's Pokémon.

"Stay focused, buddy, you got this," Ash encouraged, his brows furrowed as though appraising his foe. "Wait for it to come at you again,"

Pikachu nodded, having quickly regained its footing, shaking off the impact. Its cheeks buzzed as it prepared for its next move, eyes fixed on Lycanroc with unwavering focus.

The wolf Pokémon, driven by Nemona, prepared to use Crunch, its sharp fangs humming with an eldritch glow. As it leaped to place its jaws around the small mouse, Pikachu's agility turned the arena into a dance floor. It leapt and twirled, beginning a series of Quick Attacks that erupted into a dazzling display of swiftness. Then, with a calculated aim, Pikachu launched an Electric Ball, which spiraled through the air, illuminating the stadium with its crackling energy.

Ash's style seemed haphazard, almost whimsical, but there was a profound complexity to it. Each move was a chess piece in motion, each attack a step in a grand plan. Lycanroc found itself not just battling Pikachu but also contending with the environment that Ash and Pikachu were shaping together.

From the stands, Hohma leaned forward, his eyes keenly tracking the battle below. "You see," he began, addressing Serena and the others, "Each move Pikachu makes is setting up the field, controlling space, and predicting Lycanroc's movements." Hohma's admiration for Ash's skills was clear as he dissected each play, his explanations revealing the depth of research he had invested in understanding the champion's style. "Most of the attacks Pikachu has used aren't very effective against Lycanroc, but Ash is almost like baiting Nemona into place."

"I just hope Nemona's not relying too much on a type-match up," Aliquis appraised with a cool nod.

Back down below, Pikachu darted across the field, a blur of yellow energy. Lycanroc, determined and fierce, attempted to keep pace, but Pikachu was just a hair faster than its counterpart. Lycanroc grew disoriented, and when it attempted another Rock Tomb, Pikachu again danced around the shards, using Iron Tail to bat the stones right back at its opponent, subsequently reflecting the attack that happened to be super effective against the user.

The crowd's roar intensified as the battle's tension climbed like a pressure gauge.

Ash, his eyes focused, issued a command with calm precision. "Pikachu, Electro Web! Keep using it until you tie Lycanroc down!" The air crackled with static as Pikachu unleashed one net after another electrified threads that splayed across the arena, ensnaring Lycanroc in a stunning, multilayered trap.

Lycanroc, weakened, growled and thrashed, its muscles contracting as it fought against the electric current that held it bound. Its eyes burned with the will to break free, but the web's hold was unyielding.

With Lycanroc temporarily immobilized, Ash seized the moment. "Now, Pikachu! One last Iron Tail!" he called out.

Pikachu, responding to Ash's voice, again gathered energy at the base of its tail, which took on a metallic sheen. With a powerful leap and a swift pivot, Pikachu brought the hammer down in a sweeping arc, striking Lycanroc with a force that lifted the pebbles on the clay.

The impact was monumental, a critical hit that left Lycanroc reeling. The wolf Pokémon, admirable in its tenacity, could not withstand it. With a final, valiant effort to stand, it succumbed, the match decided in a spectacular display of tactical prowess.

In the stands, Goh and Grookey jumped from their seats and pumped their fists in the air. "Go, Ash! Awesome!"

Brock nodded, sitting calmly with an impressed glint in his onyx eyes. "That was the right move. Ash knew that landing that Iron Tail would be the only really effective move on Lycanroc. Landing the attack was key."

"So he slowed Lycanroc down and made Nemona pay," Aliquis clicked his tongue.

The stadium, vibrant with the echoes of the crowd's enthusiasm, fell into a tense hush as Nemona grappled with the reality before her. Her Lycanroc, a Pokémon she had trained with the utmost discipline and rigor—and had chosen specifically to defeat Pikachu—had been outmaneuvered with what seemed like effortless ease. The sight of it subdued by Ash's unpredictable and dynamic tactics left her visibly shaken.

A flicker of doubt clouded Nemona's usually assertive demeanor. She realized that her structured, methodical by-the-book approach to battle, though powerful in its own right, might not be enough against Ash's instinctual and adaptive style. The notion that her disciplined strategy was being unraveled by the monarch's fluid and reactive combat was unsettling, challenging her to rethink her game plan.

With a deep breath, she reached for her next pokéball, her resolve hardening once more. "Don't count me out yet, Ash!" she exclaimed, prepared to make her next move.

Releasing the ball into the air, Nemona summoned her Dudunsparce. The snake-like Pokémon emerged with a unique presence, its lengthy, segmented body undulating gracefully as it took its place on the field. Its drill-tipped tail spun idly, and its small, wing-like appendages fluttered, creating an almost hypnotic display.

Nemona commanded Dudunsparce with renewed creativity. She called out for a Hyper Drill, and the Pokémon responded instantly. Its tail spun at an incredible speed, launching the Pokémon towards Pikachu with a force that left an indentation in the clay field. Pikachu, quick and agile, somersaulted and narrowly dodged the attack, its small form darting across the field in a blur of yellow.

Ash, observing Dudunsparce's aggressive approach, instructed Pikachu to counter with another round of rapid, successive Quick Attacks. Pikachu complied, darting in and out of range, landing quick hits whenever it could. But Nemona was ready this time; she had Dudunsparce use Coil, enhancing its attack, defense, and accuracy. The Pokémon tensed up, the Quick Attacks rendered less effective while its body tensed up like a spring, ready to unleash its next move.

With a shout from Nemona, Dudunsparce launched into a Dragon Rush, barreling towards Pikachu with increased power and speed. Pikachu attempted to sidestep, but the attack's sheer force and improved accuracy made it difficult to evade entirely. The impact sent Pikachu skidding back, tiny sparks of electricity flickering around it as it struggled to regain its footing.

Ash, realizing the heightened stakes, called for an Electro Web. Pikachu, resilient as ever, unleashed a web of electricity, attempting to ensnare Dudunsparce. But Nemona was one step ahead, instructing her Pokémon to use Dig. Dudunsparce burrowed underground, dodging the Electro Web and emerging swiftly beneath Pikachu, catching it off-guard with a powerful upward strike.

The battle was a breathtaking display of speed and skill, with both sides pushing their limits. Pikachu, though battered, refused to give in, responding with another fierce Iron Tail. The attack connected, sending Dudunsparce reeling.

While both Pokémon were on the brink, Nemona made a decisive move. She called for Hyper Drill once more. Dudunsparce, gathering all its strength, launched itself at Pikachu with unrelenting force. Pikachu, exhausted and unable to dodge, was hit squarely by the attack.

As the dust settled on the battlefield, the aftermath of the intense clash between the Pokémonbecame clear. Pikachu, its fur matted and small streaks of clay clinging to its yellow coat, struggled to its feet. Despite the clear signs of fatigue and the toll the battle had taken, Pikachu managed to limp back to Ash's side, removing itself from the battle.

Ash knelt beside Pikachu, his expression full of pride. "You did great, Pikachu, just rest easy now" he smiled, his voice filled with admiration. Pikachu, in response, let out a soft, tired chirp, leaning into Ash's touch for support.

Across the field, Dudunsparce lay motionless on the ground, unable to continue. Nemona recalled the ground-snake Pokémon, also praising it as her familiar was resettled within its pokéball.

The stadium, already buzzing with excitement, reached a fever pitch. The anticipation in the air was thick, an electric charge resonated across the stands.

Serena, sitting beside Brock, found herself unconsciously reaching for her neck, her fingers brushing against the skin where Ash's ribbon would have been. The memory of the small, pale fabric lingered in her mind, and she reflected that she had not reached for it in quite some time. "Pikachu did great," she murmured, her voice tinged with a mix of admiration and sympathy as she watched the valiant mouse leaning against Ash's leg.

Brock, sitting next to her, nodded in agreement. "He sure did," he affirmed, his eyes reflecting the same pride and admiration for Pikachu's performance.

The crowd's excitement crescendoed as Nemona prepared her next Pokémon. With a dramatic flourish, she released Goodra, the Dragon-type Pokémon emerging from its pokéball in a swirl of light. The purple-scaled creature stood tall and imposing, its gooey form glistening under the noon sun, its eyes gleaming.

Ash prepared his next choice. "Go, Charcadet!" he called out, throwing the pokéball with a confident flick of his wrist. Charcadet materialized on the field, its fiery spirit manifesting in the form of flickering flames dancing around its charcoal body. The Pokémon's stance was one of eagerness, its eyes fixed on Goodra, ready to prove its worth in the heat of battle.

As the battle commenced, the stark contrast between Charcadet and Goodra became immediately apparent. Goodra, with its formidable size and strength, towered over the smaller, but more agile fire sprite. Charcadet embodied agility and speed, darting around the field with surprising quickness. Ash, recognizing the physical disparity between the two Pokémon, strategized to use Charcadet's nimbleness to their advantage.

The battle began with Goodra launching a Dragon Pulse, a powerful beam of energy that surged in undulating fashion towards Charcadet. However, Charcadet, under Ash's guidance, nimbly dodged the attack, using its small size and quick reflexes to evade the blast. The fire nymph then countered with Astonish, darting in close to surprise Goodra with a sudden, startling move that caused the larger Pokémon to recoil slightly. While it flinched, the diminutive fire sprite slapped Goodra in the face. This, Ash realized with a wince, was not a move but more of an impromptu decision by Charcadet due to its lack of experience.

The crowd laughed.

"Fire Spin, Charcadet!" Ash called out. Charcadet continued to dart around the clay, its movements a blur of flames and embers. At Ash's command, it unleashed a swirling vortex of fire that enveloped Goodra, trapping it momentarily in a fiery whirlwind. The crowd cheered at the spectacle, impressed by Charcadet's tenacity.

However, the attack did little to Goodra, as the dragon stepped through the ring of fire quite easily.

"Alright, we're done playing," Nemona's eyes flashed, "Goodra, Ice Beam! Freeze Charcadet's legs!"

The dragon adapted to Charcadet's speed, predicting its patterns and unleashing a chilling stream of frost that threatened to slow Charcadet down. Charcadet managed to evade the worst of the attack, but Goodra managed to catch the fire sprite's right foot, freezing it to the ground.

"Sludge Bomb!" Nemona cried, capitalizing on Charcadet's inability to move. However, before Goodra launched the attack, Charcadet's flames had melted the ice and it broke free. But the globs of toxic sludge that splattered across the field now created hazardous areas for Charcadet to navigate. The smaller Pokémon's agility was put to the test as it tried to avoid the poisonous pools.

Despite its valiant efforts, Charcadet began to show signs of fatigue. Its movements, once a blur of speed and fire, started to slow, the flames flickering less intensely as the battle wore on. Goodra, sensing its opponent weakening, pressed its advantage, its powerful form moving with a surprising grace as it cornered Charcadet.

Ash, watching closely, shouted encouragement and commands. "Come on! Keep moving! You got this!" But the Pokémon's stamina was waning, each dodge and maneuver taking more out of it than the last. It simply did not have the endurance for battling yet. The fiery spirit that had burned so brightly at the start of the battle was now a flickering ember in the coals, struggling to stay alight under the relentless pressure of Goodra's attacks.

"Muddy Water, Goodra!" Nemona commanded decisively, her hand splayed out before her.

"Goo-DRAA!" With a deep, resonant bellow, Goodra unleashed Muddy Water, a powerful surge of muddy, swirling water that swept across the arena towards Charcadet.

The force of the attack was immense, the muddy torrent engulfing the field with a ferocious intensity. Charcadet, already wearied from the prolonged battle, tried to dodge, but the Muddy Water was too fast, too expansive. The deluge swept over Charcadet, the force proving too much for the small Pokémon to withstand.

As the water receded, Charcadet was left visibly extinguished, its fiery aura diminished to mere smolderings. The little Pokémon struggled to stand.

From the sidelines, Ash watched with a mixture of pride and concern. Raising the pokéball, he called out, "Charcadet, return! You did great!" The Pokémon was enveloped in the familiar red light, returning to the safety of its pokéball. Ash nodded resolutely m.

As Nemona prepared to face Ash's final Pokémon, the atmosphere between the two trainers remained intense and competitive.

"Ready to see what Lucario can do, Nemona?" Ash teased, his voice laced with excitement and a hint of playful challenge.

Nemona, undaunted, flashed a confident smile. "Bring it on, Ash! I hope he's as tough as your last two!"

Ash grinned, his hand moving to his pokéball. "You won't be disappointed!" He declared, poised to release his final contender. With a swift motion, Ash threw the pokéball, and Lucario emerged onto the field with a confident stance, ready for the challenge. The Pokémon's presence was commanding, its focus and determination evident in its posture.

Lucario and Ash exchanged a brief look, a silent communication that spoke volumes of their bond and understanding.

From the stands, Hohma's excitement was palpable. He clutched his Quaxly close, the Pokémon mirroring his trainer's enthusiasm with bright eyes. "This is gonna be good!" Hohma exclaimed, barely able to contain himself as he bounced up and down in his seat. Quaxly quacked in agreement. "I've been wanting to see Lucario and Ash in action together!"

Beside him, the scene was quite different. Arven had begun hyperventilating into a brown paper bag while Serena patted his back with a nervous, yet patient smile.

The battle between Goodra and Lucario became a spectacle of raw power and resilience, captivating the audience with its intensity. Goodra, with its robust and resilient form, absorbed the impact of Lucario's first attacks with remarkable solidity. Its gooey exterior, slowing Lucario down, allowing the dragon to jump back and avoid close quarters with the fighting-type foe. However, Lucario, guided by Ash's strategic commands, remained composed.

Lucario launched a series of Bullet Punches, its fists glowing as they struck Goodra with precision and force. Goodra broke away, again creating distance between itself and Lucario. The dragon stood its ground and began to inhale for a powerful Dragon Pulse.

"Lucario! Get ready," Ash warned as Goodra's harrowing attack raked across the clay in the places Lucario had just been. Jumping in midair, the Aura Pokémon then focused its energy, creating a glowing sphere of pure force. The Aura Sphere, pulsated between its palms a few moments before being launched with a swift, fluid motion, cutting through the air towards Goodra with unerring precision.

Goodra, undaunted by the incoming attack, reared back, its body swelling again as it summoned another Dragon Pulse. The Dragon-type move materialized as a vibrant beam of energy, a swirling mass of purple and blue hues that crackled.

The two attacks met midway between the combatants, creating an explosion of light that lit up the entire arena and colliding with a thunderous boom, Bright flashes of blue and purple danced wildly, illuminating the faces of the awestruck audience. It was a dazzling spectacle, akin to a miniature fireworks display, casting both Pokémon in a dramatic silhouette.

The force of the impact sent both Pokémon skidding backwards, their feet digging into the ground to regain their footing. The air sizzled, the smell of ozone briefly permeating the atmosphere. For a moment, the stands were silent, the audience completely captivated by the stunning visual, before erupting into a roar of cheers and applause.

Nemona then aimed to trap Lucario. "Goodra, Ice Beam!" the student champion called. The dragon Pokémon again gathered its energy, releasing a beam of intense cold, a stream of frosty energy aimed directly at Lucario. The beam crackled through the air, its icy tendrils reaching for the Aura Pokémon.

But Lucario was prepared. In an incredible display of speed, Lucario moved with a fluid grace, its body seemingly enveloped in a glowing aura. As the icy attack approached, Lucario's energy transformed, becoming more intense and focused around its fist, which now glowed with a brilliant orange and white light.

"Reversal!" Ash nodded and with a swift and powerful movement, Lucario launched itself forward, its fist leading the way. The power around its fist intensified, forming a shield of energy that absorbed the Ice Beam's freezing blast and seemingly broke the shards of ice apart as the fighting-type flew upcurrent. In a burst of light, Lucario connected with Goodra.

The dragon-like Pokémon staggered back, dazed for a moment by the sheer power of Lucario's Aura-infused punch. The crowd gasped and then erupted into cheers, amazed by Lucario's display of strength.

As the battle reached its peak, Nemona recognized the pivotal moment had arrived. With a decisive movement, she reached for an onyx pokeball shaped item, a magnificent object with a polished exterior.

"Time to terastallize!" Nemona beamed, her eyes flashing. In a moment filled with anticipation, Nemona activated the Tera Orb, turning it a bright blue. The stadium watched in awe as Goodra was enveloped in a dazzling display of light. The transformation was spectacular, with crystalline energy swirling around Goodra, reshaping its very essence. As the light subsided, Goodra reemerged, now a Fire Tera Type. Its body shimmered with new energy, the crystalline aura signifying its newfound type alignment.

Serena, witnessing the Terastal Phenomenon for the first time, couldn't help but express her astonishment. "What's happening?" she asked, her eyes wide with intrigue as she maintained a reassuring hand on Arven's shoulder while he continued to look pale and shaky.

It was Ohara who provided the explanation. She spoke with a tone of admiration and excitement, her Fuecoco watching the spectacle with equal fascination. "Nemona's using the Terastal Phenomenon. Terastallizing changes a Pokémon's type to its Tera Type for the remainder of the battle," she explained, her voice filled with the thrill of the moment. "It also increases the damage dealt by moves matching that type."

The revelation added a new layer of intensity to the battle. Brock and Goh, also new to the phenomenon, looked on in awe. "Goodra's transformation into a Fire type means that it now has an upper hand against Lucario," Goh announced, realizing what was happening. "That is if it had a fire type move…Lucario is a fighting and steel Pokémon."

Serena, along with the rest of the group, watched with bated breath as the two Pokémon prepared to continue their clash.

The Terastilization of Goodra had not only altered its type but had also seemingly invigorated it with renewed vigor and power. Now a Fire-type, Goodra's entire demeanor changed; it stood taller, more confident, the red crystalline aura around it shimmering with fiery intensity.

"Now here's something for ya, Ash!" Nemona's eyes were ablaze with confidence, "Goodra, Fire Blast!"

Goodra drew a deep breath, its body glowing with an intense heat. Then, with a roar, it released a gigantic stream of flames, the fire twisting and turning as it surged towards Lucario.

"Her Goodra knows a fifth move!?" Aliquis stood up, his mouth forming a hard line. The others shook their heads as though not knowing what to say.

Ash, watching the battle unfold, knew it was time for a decisive move. With a determined nod to his Pokémon, Ash reached for the Key Stone he carried with him. Lucario, sensing its trainer's intent, focused its aura, preparing for the transformation.

"Lucario, let's show 'em!" Ash called out, his voice echoing in the stadium. As he activated Lucario's Mega Stone, a radiant light enveloped Lucario. The aura around Lucario intensified, becoming more pronounced and vibrant. Its form began to change, growing larger and more formidable, with red spikes forming at its paws and additional appendages extending from the back of its head.

The transformation was met with a mix of cheers and gasps from the audience. Lucario, now at its apex form, stood ready, its power pulsing with an even greater intensity than before.

As Goodra's intense Fire Blast roared across the battlefield, Mega Lucario sprang into action, its newfound agility and speed on full display. The Mega Evolved Pokémon moved with a grace and precision that was almost dance-like, each movement a blur of focused energy and physical prowess.

The flames, scorching and relentless, carved a path of heat and light across the arena's clay. Yet, Mega Lucario, with its heightened reflexes, anticipated each shift in the trajectory of the flames. It leaped and twisted through the air, the fire illuminating its figure in a dramatic silhouette against the bright blaze.

Lucario's body arced elegantly, muscles rippling under its fur as it executed a series of flips and jumps. Each leap was timed perfectly, with Lucario using the momentum to propel itself further, always staying one step ahead of the advancing inferno.

The crowd, having been fixated on the intense battle, began to notice the peculiar connection between Ash and his Lucario. Whispers and murmurs rippled through the spectators as they observed Ash's concentrated demeanor on the sidelines. His intense focus, almost trance-like, was unlike anything they had seen before. It was as if he and Lucario were one entity, moving and reacting in perfect harmony.

People leaned in closer, their eyes darting between the battling Pokémon and its trainer. They saw how Ash's every breath seemed to mirror Lucario's movements; with every dodge and strike Lucario made, Ash's body subtly swayed in unison, as if he could sense the same forces that acted upon his Pokémon.

Mega Lucario and Ash now sought to counterattack. Lucario's body, still thrumming with the heightened power, launched itself towards the Terastalized Goodra, its fiery onslaught momentarily paused.

As Lucario closed the distance, it focused its aura into a Force Palm, creating a concentrated burst of energy. The air around its red fist crackled, pulsating in rhythm with Ash and Lucario's own heartbeat.

Goodra, despite its enhanced strength, seemed momentarily vulnerable as Lucario's attack approached. The Force Palm struck with a thunderous impact. The force of the blow was powerful enough to create tiny fissures in Goodra's Terastal veneer, the crystalline surface cracking under the intense pressure.

However, the Terastal form of Goodra proved to be more resilient than anticipated. While the clefts in its scintillating exterior were visible, the core of the Terastalized Pokémon remained largely unharmed. Goodra absorbed the impact, its body shuddering slightly but holding strong against the formidable attack.

Lucario landed gracefully, a few feet away from Goodra, its stance still aggressive and ready. The force of its attack had been significant, but it was clear that more would be needed to overcome the enhanced defenses of a crystallized opponent.

"Keep using Fire Blast!" Nemona commanded. She knew that she needed to land at least one hit on the Mega Evolved Pokémon.

Goodra reared back again. The flames, now seemingly intensified though a little less controlled, roared towards Lucario, a searing wave of heat and light that threatened to engulf the Fighting-Steel-Type Pokémon.

In response, the air around Lucario shimmered with the intensity of its concentration. A blue light began to flare in its hands. Slowly, steadily, it began to gather its energy, compressing it into another sphere.

The orb grew in size and power, becoming a colossal ball of pulsating energy. It was a spectacle that seemed to defy the limits of a typical Pokémon move. The energy ball glowed with a deep, vibrant hue, sizzling with raw power. The air around it began to warp and flicker.

The stadium fell into a hushed awe as they witnessed the creation of this massive Aura Sphere. It was a testament to the extraordinary bond between Ash and Lucario, a display of their combined strength and willpower.

With explosive decision, Mega Lucario launched the sphere towards Goodra's Fire Blast and the attack ripped through the flames and landed a direct hit on the dragon.

This proved too much for Goodra's Terastal form. As the energy from the clash dissipated, the shimmering crystalline exterior that enveloped Goodra began to fracture and break away piece by piece until it fully shattered, signaling the end of its Terastal transformation.

With its protective layer gone, Goodra was left vulnerable. Seizing the opportunity, Mega Lucario, still emanating a faint glow, lunged forward. Its body closing the gap between them in an instant. The Aura Pokémon landed one final Force Palm on Goodra. The impact resonated throughout the stadium, a clear and resounding confirmation of Lucario's victory.

Goodra faltered and collapsed, effectively knocked out. The referee, observing the outcome, raised his arm and announced, "Goodra is unable to battle. Ash is the winner!"

The stadium transformed into a cacophony of exhilaration and jubilation. Students leapt to their feet, their cheers echoing like a tidal wave of sound through the arena. The energy was electric, palpable, reverberating through the air as spectators from all corners of the stadium voiced their unbridled admiration and excitement.

Waves of applause rolled in, each clap and shout blending into a symphony of celebration. The atmosphere was charged with a sense of awe and admiration for the spectacular battle they had just witnessed. People whistled, hollered, and clapped, some even stomping their feet in rhythm, creating a drum-like resonance that vibrated through the stands.

Serena lept from her seat with an amazed smile. She turned to the others, where Goh and Brock each offered her a high-five. "Wasn't that incredible?" she gasped, turning to Arven, who had his head between his legs.

"Stunning…" he murmured, spitting something into his brown bag.

"That G-Max move was insane," Aliquis whistled, his face alight from the thrill of the match. He glanced over at Meowscarada, "Give us something to work towards, huh?"

The tall, green feline nodded stoically.

In the arena, Ash and Lucario's Aura Bond came to an end. Ash felt a slight shakiness in his limbs, residue of the energy and concentration the bond had required. Despite this, his excitement and adrenaline tangible. He and Pikachu hurried over to Lucario, their steps quick and eager.

Reaching Lucario, Ash extended his hand for a high-five, a gesture of camaraderie and mutual respect. Lucario, understanding the sentiment, raised its paw and met Ash's hand with a satisfying clap, a symbol of their shared triumph.

In the aftermath of the battle, Ash and Nemona moved towards the center of the arena. The Paldean girl's face held a hint of disappointment, yet her eyes sparkled with the thrill of the intense competition she had just experienced.

As they met in the middle, there was a mutual nod of respect before they shook hands. Ash's grin was wide and genuine, his eyes reflecting the sportsmanship that defined his approach to Pokémon battles. Nemona, while visibly trying to shake off the slight sting of defeat, couldn't help but mirror Ash's infectious enthusiasm.

"That was amazing, Ash!" Nemona exclaimed, her voice tinged with respect and a hint of friendly rivalry. "You got me this time, but I'll get you at the Ace Tournament! You are not taking my title." Her determination was evident, a fiery spirit undimmed by the loss. Pawmo chirped at her shoulder and seemed to be patting her hair as though to reassure her.

Ash chuckled, his shoulders shaking lightly. "I'll be looking forward to it," he replied, his tone warm and encouraging.

Nemona's gaze then turned more contemplative, reflecting on the battle's twists and turns. "Hey, you have to teach me to be more creative in battle," she said, a note of earnestness creeping into her voice. "I'm not great at thinking outside the box like you and your team."

Ash's eyes flashed, "For sure, Nemona! But you have to teach me all about whatever you and Goodra just did, because that was awesome!"

Nemona nodded and the two began to walk off the field, their Pokémon at their side.

xxxxx

As the sun began its descent in the afternoon sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the arena, students and spectators alike began to file up and out of the in-ground stadium, their conversations filled with lively recaps of the battles they had just witnessed.

Already outside; Serena, Arven, Brock, and Goh stood together, waiting patiently with their Pokémon. Their eyes occasionally scanned the area, looking out for Ash and Nemona, who were still inside. Nearby, Aliquis, Ohara, and Hohma had left ahead to secure seats at the cafeteria for the group for lunch, their chatter fading into the distance as they moved away.

"Well, Ash and Nemona's Pokémon are going to need a good rest after that match," Brock pointed out, his arms folded across his broad chest. "Let's make sure Ash makes it to the Pokémon Center before he goes looking for food."

Serena smiled. "Ash always puts his Pokémon first. He'll make sure they're taken care of before anything."

"That's true," Brock chuckled in agreement.

Arven sighed, his constitution visibly much improved. "I don't know how anyone can be hungry after that."

As the four waited, the relaxed atmosphere was momentarily disrupted as they were suddenly accosted by two figures dressed as professors and carrying a strangely dressed Pokémon. The strangers held a noticeable air of fatigue and fluster. The one red-head, in particular, seemed the most irritated, her disguise barely concealing her frustration and impatience. The trio, though attempting to maintain the facade of academic professionals, were clearly struggling under the weight of their act.

The red-head, her fake glasses sliding down the bridge of her nose, tried to exude an air of scholarly curiosity. "Excuse us," she began, her voice tinged with a poorly concealed urgency, "we're looking for a certain young trainer and his Pikachu. Have you seen them around? Help, por favor?"

The man, his blueish hair a bit unkempt, adjusted his lab coat in a manner that was meant to seem nonchalant but came off as awkward and forced. His eyes darted around, as if expecting something to materialize out of thin air.

"Oh my gosh," Serena muttered, her lips forming a thin line. She placed her hands on her hips and continued with a chastising tone. "You three should be ashamed of yourself. Will you ever let Ash and Pikachu alone?"

Arven looked between the strange professors and Serena. "Wait, who are these people?"

Goh snorted, running up to stand beside the performer as realization dawned on him as well. "Team Rocket. Seriously? Here? That's rich."

As Goh's words hung in the air, Team Rocket, sensing their cover had been thoroughly blown, embraced their true identities with dramatic flair. They tore off their costumes, struck poses, and with a mischievous glint in their eyes, launched into a Paldean variant of their iconic slogan:

"Prepare for problemas, mas y mas," Jessie declared, her voice filled with her usual bravado (though lacking in foreign flair.)

"And make it double, a demas," James chimed in, matching her horrible accent.

"Team Rocket, blasting off at the speed of luz y…y…más luz!" they said in unison, Meowth jumping in front of them. "Surrender now, or prepare to fight!"

Meowth, now the center of attention, finished with a flourish. "Meowth! Das correcto!"

Serena's expression hardened with determination, her eyes narrowing as she faced the notorious trio. With a graceful motion, she beckoned Sylveon forward, the ribbon-like feelers of the Fairy-type Pokémon fluttering in anticipation. "If you want to get to Ash," Serena declared, her voice steady and resolute, "you're going to have to go through me."

Beside her, Goh stepped forward, his demeanor equally unwavering. He released Cinderace, the Fire-type fighter appearing in a burst of energy. "Me too," Goh affirmed, casting a supportive smile towards Serena.

Brock, ever the pragmatist, assessed the situation with a casual air, and decided that he was unfazed. "Hm. I'm going to go to the Pokémon Center and get things ready for Ash and Nemona," he announced, and he waved goodbye to everyone.

Jessie and James exchanged confused glances.

Arven, observing Brock's calm departure, raised an eyebrow. "I guess I'll stay out of this too?" he remarked, "What are they, like a traveling circus?"

Goh chortled. "You could say that."

Jessie's face flushed with indignation, her voice rising in a blend of anger and pride. "How dare you say such things, you nerdy nervous twerp! Associating me with clowns when my skills as a performer are beyond compare," she exclaimed, clearly offended. In a swift motion, she reached for her pokéball and threw it, calling forth her Seviper. The Pokémon emerged with a hiss, its sleek, serpentine form coiling menacingly as it prepared for battle.

Beside her, James followed suit, though with less theatrics. He released his Carnivine. The Pokémon burst forth with an enthusiastic chomp, its large leafy jaws snapping in the air as it landed beside James, ready to join the fray.

Jessie, her gaze fixed on Serena with a mix of disdain and rivalry, sneered. "Speaking of which, I see you've made quite a name for yourself, Miss Twerpette, despite your mediocrity… a pity your fashion sense hasn't gotten any better," she taunted, her words dripping with sarcasm.

Serena, unfazed by Jessie's barb, looked down at her outfit and then back up at Jessie with a playful smirk. "Oh, you think so? I was actually considering adding a big red R to my ensemble. I heard it's all the rage in the world of failed schemes and fashion disasters," she quipped.

The remark elicited chuckles from those around her, and even Cinderace couldn't help but bounce a little higher in amusement. Jessie's face turned an angry shade of red, "Just wait until Jessilee returns to take back your precious crown!"

"Alright, enough talk," Goh declared firmly. He nodded to Cinderace, who sprang into action with a burst of energy, targeting Team Rocket's Carnivine.

A whimsical show ensued. Cinderace, agile and quick, darted around Carnivine, using Low Kick to undermine its stability. Carnivine, in response, lashed out with Vine Whip, attempting to ensnare the nimble Fire-type Pokémon. Each whip crackled through the air, only to be narrowly dodged or countered with a fiery Ember from Cinderace, searing the Bug-Catcher's vines.

Simultaneously, Serena's Sylveon gracefully maneuvered around Jessie's Seviper. The Normal and Fairy-type Pokémon unleashed Swift, sending a barrage of star-shaped rays towards the snake Pokémon. Seviper, with a fierce hiss, retaliated with Crunch, its fangs aiming for Sylveon. However, Sylveon's elegant movements and Fairy Wind attacks created gusts of sparkling energy, effectively keeping the Poison-type at bay and countering its aggressive advances.

The battle intensified just a bit before leading to a climactic moment. Goh and Serena, deciding it might be best to join forces, signaled their Pokémon for a combined attack.

Cinderace, energized and ready, began to conjure its signature Pyro Ball move. The Fire-type Pokémon kicked up a powerful, flaming sphere, its intense heat radiating as it prepared to launch the attack. Meanwhile, Serena's Sylveon positioned itself, ready to amplify the move.

As Cinderace released its fiery orb towards Team Rocket's Pokémon, Sylveon unleashed a spectacular Dazzling Gleam. The bright light emitted from the Fairy-Type's body was unleashed and clung to the Pyro Ball, causing it to shimmer with a multitude of dazzling, iridescent colors. The combined attack was a breathtaking sight – a fusion of fire and fairy energy, creating a powerful and visually stunning spectacle.

The augmented sphere hurtled towards Jessie's Seviper and James's Carnivine with increased potency. The two Team Rocket Pokémon, overwhelmed by the combined attack, were unable to counter or evade.

Upon impact, the Pyro Ball exploded in a brilliant display of light and fire, catapulting Team Rocket and their Pokémon into the air.

"And it looks like it's time for Team Rocket to blast off again!" the trio cried out in dismay as they soared skyward, disappearing into the distance.

Below, Cinderace and Sylveon stood triumphantly, proud of their successful teamwork. Serena and Goh exchanged high fives again, their faces bright while the onlookers cheered and applauded the impressive display, murmuring something about how they didn't know there were also going to be Showcases today.

Arven, who had not moved since the beginning of the battle, now blinked. "Okay. Well, then. Can the world just settle down now? My nervous system can only handle so much excitement in one day."

Serena laughed softly, nodding in understanding. "Don't worry, Arven. I don't think we'll see them for at least another twenty-four hours." Serena assured the botanist. The performer then turned to Goh and smiled. "You know, that last combination attack was really beautiful! If we were a coordinating duo that would have given us a win in any contest!"

Goh grinned back at Serena, his eyes still reflecting the excitement of their recent skirmish. "Yeah, that was pretty amazing!" he agreed, his enthusiasm evident.

"Serena!" Ash called out as he approached, his voice filled with enthusiasm. He jogged up to the group, Pikachu cradled securely in his arms, with Nemona and Pawmo trailing close behind. Ash looked slightly disheveled from the intensity of the battle, yet there was an undeniable charm to his appearance. His iconic hat was still on backwards, adding a playful touch to his look. His button-down shirt was half untucked, while the sleeves rolled up to his elbows revealed his toned and tanned forearms.

Serena couldn't help but follow Ash with her eyes, her gaze drawn to his tousled appearance. There was something undeniably appealing about this slightly rugged look, combined with the genuine smile that lit up his face.

Serena swallowed and looked away, composing herself. She managed to smile, choosing to focus on Nemona as the two of them approached. "You guys were great!" Serena cheered, finding solidarity as one of Sylveon's feelers wrapped itself around her wrist. "Nemona, I can't believe how strong you are! You must work just as hard as Ash!"

Nemona looked pleased by Serena's praise, her posture straightening with pride. She flipped her thick black ponytail confidently. However, a quick, subtle side glance at Ash betrayed a hint of competitiveness. "Well, looks like I'm going to have to work harder. But that's okay! My Pokémon and I love a good challenge," Nemona proclaimed. Her eyes sparkled with the thrill of future battles, and she seemed to be mentally already planning her next moves to match Ash's skills.

"What did you think about Lucario, Serena?" Ash asked. His question was tinged with a boyish eagerness, his eyes shining with anticipation for Serena's opinion. "I know he's probably not up for it yet, but you should meet him before I send him back to Oak! I think he'll remind you of Greninja."

Serena, meeting Ash's gaze, found a sense of comfort in his warm, focused attention. She took a deep breath, her voice steadying as she responded. "I thought you two were amazing," she said, her eyes reflecting her admiration. "The way you battled already reminded me of your bond with Greninja, which I always knew was special."

Ash's face lit up with a pleased smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He shared a happy glance with Pikachu, who, despite its exhaustion, managed to chirp in agreement. Ash's pride in Lucario, and the comparison to his bond with Greninja, clearly meant a lot to him, especially coming from Serena. The approval in her voice and the sincerity in her eyes filled him with a sense of accomplishment and connection.

"Um, what happened here?" Nemona's question broke the moment, her eyes scanning the aftermath of the impromptu battle that had just taken place. She noticed Goh's Cinderace out of its pokéball and the small crowd that was starting to disperse, clearly having been spectators to some kind of event.

Goh and his Cinderace shared a confident, almost conspiratorial glance before Goh answered with a casual shrug. "Team Rocket—an old nemesis—decided to show up. But don't worry, Ash. Serena and I took care of it." He then turned to Serena with a nod of respect.

Serena, playing along with the light-hearted atmosphere, let out a small giggle. "And now Goh and I are going to become a spectacular contest duo," she teased, her eyes sparkling with humor as she gave Goh a friendly wink, which caused the city boy's cheeks to tinge with a hint of red.

"Oh?" Ash chuckled, though a little uneasily.

"It was a joke," Arven twitched, shaking his head.

Ash nodded at the playful banter as though he'd understood that the whole time. An embarrassed smile playing on his lips. Before he could respond, Pikachu stirred in his arms, a gentle reminder that they needed to head to the Pokémon Center.

"Come on," Ash turned to Nemona, "let's get our Pokémon healed up so we can have lunch. I'm so hungry I might pass out!" His words, meant to be light-hearted, caused a round of laughter among the group, except for Arven who remained serious.

"I think the others went to go save us seats," Arven mentioned, his tone matter-of-fact.

Nemona turned to Serena with an eager look. "Are you going to eat with us? You'll have to pay for the food since you're not a student, but the cafeteria is open to visitors after events like this."

Before Serena could respond, Ash quickly interjected, "I can pay for her!" His offer was gallant but came out a bit hastily, leaving him looking slightly embarrassed at his own eagerness.

"Do you even have cash on you? Or a credit card?" Goh scoffed, knowing that Ash never remembered to keep money on him, despite having a good chunk of it now after his tournaments.

"Ah, er, no," Ash deflated, But almost immediately, his expression changed to one of determination. "I can find a way to get some though!" he declared, ready to sprint off on a mission to the Pokémon Center and then to secure funds for their meal.

In that moment, Serena stepped in, offering Ash a reassuring smile that momentarily arrested him. "Don't worry, Ash, I have some with me," she said with a short, melodic laugh; instinctively placing a hand on his broad chest to prevent him from dashing off. Her touch was light and reassuring. Ash immediately paused at her gesture, looking down at her delicate hand as though it emitted a dull heat.

Realizing the open intimacy of her gesture, Serena swiftly withdrew. "I'd love to eat with you all," she said, her smile returning as she tried to mask her fluster.

"That's awesome," Ash responded, his tone warm and encouraging, aiming to put Serena at ease. He felt even a little disappointed she had broken the contract so quickly, but shook off the feeling. It unsettled him a little to actually be wanting for Serena to touch him. Ash shrugged as though the whole situation were no big deal, his smile broadening slightly in an effort to make her feel comfortable.

The group, now with a renewed sense of camaraderie, began making their way toward the Pokémon Center. Ash led the way, his steps light and energetic despite the exhaustive battle he had just been through. Pikachu, still in his arms, appeared content and relaxed, occasionally chirping as they walked.

Serena walked beside him, her Sylveon trailing gracefully behind her, its feelers occasionally brushing against her ankles. Every so often, she would exchange glances and smiles with Ash, their conversation flowing easily. The sunlight caught her blonde hair, giving it a golden hue that seemed to captivate Ash's attention.

Nemona, full of boundless energy, animatedly discussed the day's battles with Goh, who partially listened—partially ignored her—as he flipped through his Rotom Phone's Pokédex to study the Pokémon he'd seen during the exhibition.

And then there was Arven, who trailed behind everyone, watching as Pawmo and Grookey decided to hop on his Mabosstiff, the canine plodding along with more energy than Arven had seen it display in a long while.

The group's banter floated high and dissolved in the clear noon sky.

xxxxx

Upon arriving at the Pokémon Center, Ash and company noticed that the hub appeared particularly busy following the exhibitions. Trainers and their Pokémon queued up to prepare their Pokémon for some training or to socialize, while Miriam and her assistants navigated through the crowd with practiced ease.

Ash and Nemona approached the counter amidst applause and cheers from various students. They carried their battle-worn Pokémon with a mix of concern and pride. Miriam greeted them with her usual warmth and professionalism, praising the two for their performance and assuring them that their Pokémon would receive the best care. Brock, who had arrived earlier, stood by as well.

"Don't worry, guys," the Pokémon doctor assured, his voice tinged with both authority and reassurance. "Your Pokémon are in good hands. Go and grab some lunch. They'll need some time to rest and heal up."

Ash hesitated for a moment, his attachment to Pikachu evident in his reluctance to leave. But seeing the confidence in Brock's eyes and Miriam's capable hands, he nodded, placing his trust in his long-time friend and the skilled nurse. Nemona, too, seemed reassured, giving a grateful smile before handing over her Pokémon.

The group moved on towards the cafeteria, Nemona chatting with Serena about her preferred Paldea dishes, while Goh was showing Ash Toxapex's stats on his Rotom Phone. Arven and Mabosstiff kept their eyes on Grookey, Pawmo, and Sylveon while all they scampered and played in the hallways along the way.

Inside the cafeteria, the warm, inviting aroma of various foods filled the air. The room was full of students and faculty alike enjoying the lunch break. The interior glowed with its usual classical elegance, with long wooden tables and benches set against stone masonry walls that seemed to hold the rich scents of the diverse Paldean cuisine being served.

After moving through the cafeteria line, Nemona spotted Aliquis, Hohma, and Ohara already seated at one of the large tables; the plates in front of them were half-eaten. Hohma waved them over enthusiastically, a fork in his hand as he gestured towards the empty spaces they had saved. Aliquis and Ohara, already engaged in conversation, paused to greet Ash and his companions with friendly nods and smiles.

Nemona immediately joined in their discussions, animatedly talking to them about the rest of Orientation Week and the upcoming events to look forward to.

"What is going on the rest of the day?" Goh asked, his mouth already full of rice.

Nemona thought for a moment. "Nothing actually. There's a chocolate and churros social later this evening, but the rest of the afternoon is open for people to get ready for classes, which start in two days, mind you!"

"Serena," Ohara's soft voice reached across the table to the performer, "didn't you say you'd be taking some classes? Which ones?"

Serena nodded, pausing a moment to set down her sparkling water. "Just some dance classes that are open to the public. Ballet and fuegodanza. Ballet has always been a passion of mine, but I'm also intrigued by fuegodanza. It's such a beautiful Paldean dance, and I want to get better at it to use it more in my performances."

"We can take you dancing," Nemona winked, a mischievous glint in her bright eyes, "it's not fuegodanza. That's more a unique speciality. But Ohara and I love sneaking out on the weekends to have some fun. Mesagoza has some amazing dance clubs."

"Ohara, you?" Aliquis blurted, looking surprised. Nearby, Arven began coughing violently from the cider he inhaled.

Nemona pointed her spoon at Aliquis playfully. "Ohara's actually an amazing dancer, so back off."

Ohara laughed modestly. "I'm not that great, but I do enjoy it. And Aliquis, we've seen you out. The Prancing Ponyta?"

"He doesn't remember that, Ohara," Nemona snorted, her voice teeming with laughter.

Aliquis seemed to retreat into his chair, folding his arms defensively. "I had just turned eighteen then and was a bit...flushed."

Ohara and Nemona devolved into giggles. Arven, who had been listening, just rolled his eyes and forked his vegetables, sliding some off the table for Mabosstiff.

Serena laughed as well, a glint in her eyes. "Well next time you girls go, count me in. I love to dance!"

Ash did not like this idea at all, but didn't know why and didn't know how to express his unease. He opted instead to pursue a different line of questioning. "What time are your dance classes, Serena?" he asked, trying to sound casual. He glanced around the cafeteria, as if the walls might provide some distraction or escape from the conversation.

Serena turned her attention back to Ash, which seemed to relax him. "In the afternoons. I think they're at four," she said softly, a hint of hesitation in her voice. She bit her lip and continued more softly, "But I'll have to figure out where the studio is at some point and find my way around. This campus is huge, and I'm not familiar with it at all."

Ash stopped short, a sandwich floating in the air between his hands. He squinted as though he should be catching on to something.

"I could—," Nemona's interjection was cut short as a piece of tostada zoomed its way across the table, hitting her square between the eyes.

The entire table froze, each slowly turning their heads to look in the direction from which the toast had come.

Arven looked pale and mortified, his face already coated in a thin sheen of sweat. He slowly began to stand. His chair scraped against the floor. He cleared his throat.

"I didn't mean…I…," he intoned, his voice growing ghost-like as though he knew his own death were upon him. "I…have to go…"

Nemona's eyes blazed with the light of a thousand Magmars. A distinct red mark in between her dark brows. In one hand, she held a pokéball, enlarged and ready. "I don't think so, Arven," she hissed between gritted teeth.

Arven nodded, resigned, and he strangely patted Ash on the shoulder. Before the young champion had a chance to figure out what that was all about, Arven took off—sprinting for the exit—Nemona in hot pursuit.

Chairs clattered, students yelped to move out of the way, voices disappeared in distant corridors.

"What the…?" Goh's face contorted, some vegetables spilling from his mouth

Mabosstiff and Pawmo, seeming abandoned for the moment, exchanged glances before the mouse Pokémon hopped onto the canine's back. Mabosstiff then plodded on after their trainers.

After a moment, Aliquis cleared his throat as though taking it upon himself to reestablish a sense of normalcy. He began to do his best to talk about the weather.

Ash's gaze remained fixed on the large double doors leading out of the cafeteria, blinking. He snapped out of his daze only when Ohara, who had stood and walked over to the other side of the table on her way to get dessert, turned discreetly to whisper to the champion, "Maybe you could show Serena around the Academy. I think she'd like that," Ohara whispered and smiled encouragingly.

Ash glanced at the short, well-meaning brunette and her Fuecoco. He grinned. "Right!" He nodded excitedly and turned to Serena, who had seemed to deflate with disappointment, picking at her rice. "Hey, Serena!"

Serena startled as if having lost herself in some reflection. Her blue eyes met Ash's friendly stare and she brightened significantly to see him smiling at her.

Ash perked up as well. "I can show you around, if you'd like," he offered quickly, his excitement clear. "I mean, I'm still learning my way around too, but if we get lost, well, at least we can get lost together, right?" He scratched his cheek.

Serena's smile was radiant. "Really? I would love that, Ash," she responded, her voice sparkling and effervescent.

"G-Great!" Ash chuckled, at the same time thrilled and suddenly a little nervous. "We, uh, could go after lunch. I'll just have to pick Pikachu up first."

"I don't think I can go," Goh announced, his eyes on his Rotom Phone, clearly not realizing he had not been invited on the private tour. "I have to make a phone call."

"Um, no worries, Goh," Ash chuckled, scratching his nose, "I'll catch up with you later."

Ash and Serena's eyes met across the table. When the performer looked away to politely engage Aliquis in some questions about the trainer's Pokémon, the young champion's eyes lingered on her.

xxxxx

Gary Oak stood in the sleek art nouveau elevator of the Tera Industries skyscraper, ascending towards the highest floor where the city-council luncheon was to be held. The high-rise was a testament to modern luxury; even the elevators were fitted with sleek, mirrored walls and soft, ambient lighting that cast a flattering glow. A subtle, digital display indicated their steady progress upwards, marking each floor with a quiet chime.

Gary looked every bit the part of a polished professional, but the faint creases on his forehead and the occasional adjustment of his suit and tie betrayed a hint of nervousness. His dark indigo eyes occasionally darted to his reflection in the mirror, ensuring his appearance was impeccable. The suit fit him like a second skin, its dark fabric accentuating his confident posture, even as he subtly rehearsed his upcoming interactions.

Beside him stood Bob, a figure of calm assurance and sharp intellect. The lanky businessman had met Gary at the elevators, succinct to introduce himself and fill the young researcher in on what he could. Bob's presence seemed to fill the elevator with an air of congeniality, a sharp contrast to Larry. However, there was a slight smile perpetually playing on his lips, suggesting withheld information and enigmatic dealins. Nonetheless, Bob detailed the significant personalities Gary was about to meet, his brown eyes shrewd and focused as he imparted valuable insights about each individual.

"Remember," Bob said in a smooth, even tone, "the board members of Tera Industries are key players here. They're the ones who have a major say in the distribution of Tera Orbs and somehow are able to get a hold of Tera Shards and Jewels. Eduardo Navarro's the CEO" he paused for emphasis, "a visionary in the field and not someone to be taken lightly. But he is possibly your best bet at getting into Area Zero and could be a possible 'client'—he has a track record for underhanded deals."

Gary nodded, absorbing every word. Bob's demeanor, despite his charisma, was strictly professional. He did not seem inclined for menial chit chat, moving straight to the talking points no doubt Larry had given him.

"There's also the CEO of Paldea Tech, Santiago Marquez. They're at the forefront of tech software for Paldean Research Labs. Networking with them could open numerous doors," Bob continued, fixing the cufflinks of his suit.

The elevator dinged softly, signaling their arrival at the top floor. The doors slid open with a quiet hiss, revealing the entrance to the luncheon - a space that exuded opulence and power. Gary took a deep breath, steeling himself for the interactions ahead.

Bob offered Gary a gruff pat on the shoulder. "Now remember, use your first name—you're not a trained spy, so you'll blow your cover if you don't. But make up a last one. Be a cool, calculated ass. Bounty hunters are not nervous fidgeters."

Gary smirked. "Believe it or not, I actually have some experience being a cool, calculated ass."

The lanky businessman looked Gary squarely in the eyes. "Great. Use it."

Together, they stepped out of the elevator. As they moved through the elegant corridor leading to the luncheon hall, Gary's hand instinctively reached for the pokéballs attached to his belt, seeking a moment of reassurance. The familiar, smooth surface of the orbs provided a tangible connection to his old world, a world where he felt more in control and confident.

They began to hear the murmur of conversation, the clinking of glasses, and the subtle notes of a string quartet playing in the background.

Upon entering the main hall, Gary found himself squinting at the opulence. The room was a stunning blend of Paldean heritage and contemporary luxury, striking a perfect balance between tradition and innovation. The hall itself opened up spaciously, with high coffered ceilings that added an air of grandeur. Elegant wainscoting adorned the walls, interspersed with gilt accents that caught the light and added a subtle sparkle to the room. On the walls, large classical paintings held in elaborate gilded frames depicted scenes of Paldean history and culture, their vibrant colors and intricate details drawing the eye of every guest.

One painting in particular captured Gary's attention. The artwork was rendered in a hazy, romantic style, reminiscent of impressionism, where the images seemed to blend and blur into each other, creating an almost dreamlike quality. The scene depicted an overcast sky over a gold coastline, with tumultuous, violent waves crashing against the shore. A solitary figure stood on a cliff, their posture fixed intently on the sea.

Above the ocean, dominating the scene, was a black, coiling figure that floated eerily in the sky. Its dragon-like body was adorned with strange, enigmatic symbols that seemed to shimmer against the few hazy rays of sunlight. The creature had an air of majestic mystery—rendered with an undercurrent of something ancient and powerful—reminiscent of a legendary Gary had seen before…

Just as Gary was about to take a closer look, he felt Bob take his elbow to usher him further into the hall.

The women attending the luncheon were dressed in colorful Paldean gowns, each one a masterpiece of fashion and style featuring asymmetrical cuts and ruffled designs, showcasing a blend of boldness and grace. Many of the dresses were revealing yet tasteful, with fabrics that draped and flowed with every movement, reflecting the lively spirit of the region.

The men, in contrast, wore short tailored jackets that spoke of meticulous craftsmanship. Each jacket was paired with a cravat, adding a touch of classic elegance to their modern attire. The combination of the jackets and cravats created a look that was both refined and distinctly Paldean, echoing the region's rich sartorial history.

Gary took in the scene and did his best to remain blank faced and aloof, but the hall was overflowing with money. He and Bob did their best to discreetly blend in as they cut through the chattering socialites.

Bob, with practiced ease, took a glass of sangria from a passing waiter and subtly motioned his head towards a group of distinguished-looking individuals across the room. "The Mayor of Mesagoza," he said, his voice lowered to a discreet murmur. He nodded towards a tall man with a commanding presence, his black hair neatly combed and gelled back and a thick mustache dominating his upper lip. "Diego García," Bob informed Gary, his tone carrying a hint of disdain. "Does everything he can to make sure Tera Industries is the only company allowed into Area Zero. Pretends there's all sorts of restrictions for them when I doubt there's hardly any."

Beside Mayor García stood an equally impressive figure, the governor of the Southern Province. "And he's speaking to Isabella López," Bob continued, "heir to the Alamilla fortune. Old money. They owned half the region back in the day." His eyes followed the governor, noting her interactions with the mayor and others. "She's not so easily swayed by tycoons and is trying to make sure the restrictions in Area Zero are properly enforced."

Governor López was a stately woman, her demeanor exuding authority and grace. In her fifties, she carried herself with an air of seasoned wisdom and poise. Her hair, a striking shade of silver, was styled elegantly, framing her face and highlighting her dark, vibrant eyes. These eyes, full of confidence, surveyed the room with a keen awareness, missing nothing.

As she conversed with Mayor García and other attendees, there was a sense of deference—even fear—towards her, as though she were a Combee hive no one wanted to risk stirring.

Bob's gaze shifted to another figure mingling among the influential politicians, his expression turning slightly sour as he observed the man. "And, of course, Eduardo Navarro of Tera Industries has weaseled his way into the group of políticos," he remarked, bearing his teeth and taking a sip of his sangria. The edges of his mouth curled into a tight smile, more out of obligation than amusement. "He's always trying to dissuade Governor López from putting more sanctions on crater research to continue harvesting, but she's a tough wall of willpower to crack."

Eduardo Navarro stood out in the group, a middle-aged man with a presence that seemed to draw a mix of curiosity and skepticism from those around him. His large nose was a prominent feature on his otherwise sharp-featured face, adding a certain intensity to his overall appearance. His five o'clock shadow, dark against his skin, lent him an air of ruggedness that bordered on dishevelment, contrasting with the polished demeanor of the other guests.

Navarro's eyes, dark and calculating, moved quickly, taking in the reactions of those he conversed with, gauging their responses and adjusting his approach accordingly. There was a certain charisma about him, albeit one tinged with a sense of suspicion and guardedness. He carried himself with the confidence of someone accustomed to navigating the complex waters of politics and business, yet there was an undercurrent of urgency in his interactions.

As Gary observed Navarro's cunning maneuvering among the political elite, he mentally braced himself for the complex game of influence and strategy that lay ahead. He was willing to play along, but how? How could he even begin to get into the game?

His contemplation was abruptly interrupted as his Rotom Phone vibrated insistently in his pocket. Gary glanced down, procuring the phone from his pocket and noticing a barrage of incoming messages. Goh's name flashed across the screen, accompanied by a series of excited texts. Initially, Gary considered ignoring the call, his mind preoccupied with the task at hand. However, as he skimmed through the messages, certain words leaped out at him, jolting his attention—"Area Zero","Paradox Pokémon," "Turo, weirdo guy."

Gary stopped short, his heart pounding with a mixture of curiosity and urgency. Timing was everything.

With a quick, apologetic nod to Bob, the researcher excused himself, mumbling something about the restroom. He maneuvered his way through the crowd, his eyes searching for a quieter spot where he could answer Goh's call.

Finding a secluded corridor, Gary quickly pulled out his phone and opened Goh's messages, his fingers scrolling. He then pressed the call button.

"This had better be good," Gary warned as soon as he'd heard the answering click.

"Wait, where are you?" Goh's voice was muffled and low as the researcher pushed the phone closer to his ear to ensure no one else could hear. "Sounds like a party! Hey—,"

"Stop—I need your information now. Area Zero. What do you mean by 'Paradox Pokémon'?" Gary demanded, glancing around him.

Goh's voice, rapid and brimming with excitement, filled the phone line. "Paradox Pokémon—Pokémon from Area Zero that come from different dimensions. They are super powerful, but no one knows how they are being accessed and how they are leaving the Area. But it has to do with some guy named Professor Turo. But now Ash has this one Paradox Pokémon and another one is after him and it's just wild," Goh explained in a breathless rush.

Gary's brows furrowed in concentration as he processed the information. Only one thing stuck out to him. Paradox Pokémon—that was it, Gary realized, remembering that even Larry spoke of powerful Pokémon coming from the center of Paldea. And Professor Turo was at the center of it all, just as the Medali gym leader believed.

"Give me names," Gary whispered urgently, sensing someone approaching from the opposite end of the hall. "Give me the names of the Paradox Pokémon you know."

"Um, I—,"

"Now, Goh," Gary growled.

"Koraidon and Miraidon. That's all they've talked about—Ash has a—,"

"Thanks, bye," Gary hung up and exhaled softly, a sense of urgency fueling his thoughts. Koraidon and Miraidon—he committed the names to memory. He glanced up just in time to see a waiter with an empty tray turning the corner, their eyes briefly meeting before the waiter continued on his way.

This was it. Not only was the existence of the strange Pokémon Larry had mentioned confirmed, but Gary now knew the names of the creatures people like Navarro might want potentially captured for their own benefit. If Koraidon and Miraidon were indeed powerful—and loose—then Gary needed to act like someone who could catch them. He would do more research later.

Feeling a renewed sense of confidence and determination, Gary loosened his tie and disheveled his suit a bit. A bounty hunter wouldn't be dressed so stiffly. With a newfound resolve, he mentally began to form a plan. He needed to find a way to leverage this information, to get closer specifically to Eduardo Navarro, and earn (or force) the trust of Tera Industries. If two Paradox Pokémon were loose, Navrro surely knew about it. Regardless, Gary would need to work from the outside in.

Gary stepped back into the hall, finding Bob almost immediately. The shrewd-eyed businessman gave Gary a look as though to convey his irritation at the researcher for disappearing. Gary only shrugged and grabbed a beer from a passing tray. With one hand in his pocket, Gary allowed an arrogant smirk to form on his lips. With his drink, he pointed to the group which Navarro occupied. "Get me in there," Gary said to Bob.

Bob did a double take. "Get yourself in there," he scoffed and downed the rest of his drink. "I'm only here to tell you who people are."

Gary shrugged again and boldly moved forward. He circled the group like a Mandibuzz, feeling out for the weak points in the facade. Soon, Gary found himself navigating through the crowd with a purpose, his eyes locked on his target: a young aide who'd just entered the circle of políticos, standing beside Mayor García and his sharply dressed companion, a striking young gentleman with a neatly groomed beard.

The young blue-haired woman looked out of place; her gown more practical than the rest and she had decided not to forgo a professional pair of glasses, which she used to stare down at her Rotom Phone.

In a calculated move, Gary accidentally bumped into the aide, causing his beer to slosh over the rim of his glass. A few droplets landed on her simple gown. "Oh, I'm sorry, miss," Gary began, his tone a perfect blend of apology and charm. He issued for his most winning smile.

The young woman, taken aback, quickly recovered her composure. She glanced at the small stain on her practical gown and then up at Gary, her expression shifting from annoyance to mild curiosity. "It's alright," she responded, her voice calm and composed, flushing slightly at the sight of him smiling at her.

Gary seized the opportunity to engage her in conversation, his charm and confidence on full display. "Gary," he introduced himself, extending his hand. "I can't believe I just did that." He lathered on the small talk complimenting the young woman on her gown, apologizing for having marred it, all the while his ears remained open to the discussion nearby. His playful banter with the aide caught the attention of the mayor and the good-looking gentleman beside him.

"Kathi Grace, Is this gentleman bothering you? What are you doing, señor? Trying to get an autograph from the Kalos Queen by seducing her aide?" Mayor Diego García chuckled lightly, his dark eyes twinkling with a mixture of annoyance and amusement. Gary could tell the man was mildly intoxicated.

The researcher, quick to react, adopted a confident smirk. He aimed to diffuse the situation. "No, sir, I was just apologizing to this nice young lady for accidentally spilling my beer on her dress," he explained smoothly, raising his half empty glass of beer with a knowing look.

The mayor seemed to find this amusing, his laughter confirming his good-natured acceptance of the situation. Turning his attention to the tall, handsome man beside him, he raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "Guillermo, why didn't our new Kalosian beauty join us today? We were all quite eager to meet her."

Guillermo Lebarón, caught slightly off guard by the question, managed to conjure a polite yet somewhat forced smile. "She had some other business to attend to," he responded diplomatically. "But don't worry. She'll be at the gala next week." His tone was reassuring, yet there was a subtle undercurrent of disappointment.

Gary was mildly thrown off by the mention of the Kalos Queen, but remembered seeing her featured on the cover of a magazine. However, he seized upon the mayor's interest, trying to earn the politíco's confidence. Bob had mentioned that García championed Navarro's interests. Perhaps entering the mayor's circle would gain him an audience with the Tera Industries CEO.

"I hear her performances are quite spectacular. Every man in Paldea will line up to see her," Gary adopted a casual stance, showing how he neither feared nor was intimidated by the influence before him. He took a long sip of his remaining beer.

The mayor chuckled and winked, his mustache curling atop his lip. "So you're a fan? Well, then you'll be happy to know that Kathi Grace here has just agreed to ensure that Serena's costumes will remain tasteful yet more…exciting, if you understand?"

Gary noticed Kathi Grace shudder and take a large gulp of her champagne. It took everything in Gary to not cringe himself.

Guillermo did nothing to hide his own distaste at the comment. "These are Pokémon Showcases, not burlesque shows," his eyes flashed.

Mayor García's eyes met the professor's challenge, amused but there was a warning in his stare. "I'm just ensuring that I get a return on my investment," he replied slowly, his slender fingers soothing his mustache upon consuming a tapa. "You do want a chance to run for my office when my term is up, no? Well, my sponsorship demands that every seat be filled and every ticket sold."

Guillermo, seemingly attempting to backtrack, allowed an ingratiating smile to form across his lips. "They will be," he reassured.

Gary, meanwhile, forced his smirk to grow into an arrogant grin. "When's the show again?"

The mayor looked pleased. "Why, in three days—Friday, I believe," García turned to Guillermo, waiting for the contest professor to confirm. "In fact, we have a box. Why don't you come, eh? You look like a young fellow who could bring a pretty woman or two to keep us all company."

Gary tried not to empty the contents of his stomach onto the man's shoes. He managed to keep his smirk in place. "Just tell me where to go, I'll be there."

Throughout the exchange, Guillermo Lebarón had been observing Gary with a trace of skepticism. Finally, he broke his silence, his tone laced with mild suspicion. "I'm sorry, who are you, exactly? I do not think I've seen your face in these…" Guillermo gestured broadly to encompass the room and its elite occupants, "circles, before."

Gary sensed the scrutiny in Guillermo's question and knew he had to tread carefully. The researcher decided to go the more aloof route. "I don't normally like these circles," Gary shrugged, "Gary Pryce. I'm a…tradesman." He grinned enigmatically.

Guillermo's eyes narrowed, appraising Gary's attire and noting it to be authentic and expensive.

"Ah," the mayor's eyes twinkled, clearly intrigued, "and what's a 'tradesman' doing at a dull luncheon full of stiff socialites?"

Gary assessed the mayor, trying to discern how the man would react to his "trade." In the end, he decided to take a wild leap.

"Looking for clients."

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I'm still lolling at the Prancing Ponyta. If anyone picks up on that reference, I'll be impressed but I literally could NOT think of a cool name for a Pokémon dance club. Send in suggestions if you feel so inclined.

So, we are seeing some dark innuendo, but I don't intend for this story to actually get dark. Intense, yes. Complex, yes. Outfitted with morally depraved villains? Yes. But, in any world, you're going to have annoying people like the mayor saying stupid, twisty things. Nonetheless, I truly do not anticipate the innuendo getting any darker than what we saw in this chapter. I will add a tag for "some mature innuendo" on AO3. But overall, I just don't like writing things that are super and ultimately want this story to be more upbeat and feel-good.

Furthermore, I've officially decided that any explicit scenes occurring much later on will be posted in a completely different posting altogether. For the same reason as above, I just don't want to ruin the tone and tenor of the story. But if you are interested in reading the continuation of certain upcoming scenes, I will post them simultaneously with the chapters they are purposed for and let direct you to those postings.

Therefore, this fic will retain its T rating on both AO3 and .

Next update: January 11th.

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Chapter 8 Preview: Ash and Serena have a 'moment.' We meet Penny. Blitz Tryouts. Classes begin. Gary meets up with some old friends (or the boyz, as I like to say.) Serena's first Mesagoza Showcase.