Happy Weekend! Hope you all have some fun New Year's Plans! A piece of friendly advice: make sure your fireworks are not defective. They may end up beneath someone's car. Speaking from experience, unfortunately.
Some mechanical notes: I have decided to capitalize "Pokémon" in all circumstances because my word processor does it automatically for me and I am SICK of having to change it. Originally, I was not capitalizing the word when used generically but capitalizing when it went along with a title, example, Pokémon Performer. But now you'll just see it capitalized all the time. Sorry if that bothers you but oh well.
Another announcement: I will be starting a practicum here soon, so updates will return to being weekly and PM responses might be delayed. If I get the chapter done sooner then great. Otherwise, the next update will be Sunday, January 7th.
Alright well enjoy! And Happy New Year!
Chapter 6: A World of Paradoxes
The morning air in Mesagoza was crisp and refreshing as Ash and Pikachu set out for an early morning jog. The city was just waking up, the early sun casting a soft golden light over the streets. Ash and Pikachu ran through the bustling thoroughfares, the route weaving through the charming blend of old and new architecture that defined the city. The aroma of fresh coffee wafted into the air as they passed quaint cafes preparing for the day, historic buildings with intricate facades, and modern structures that gleamed in the morning light.
The rhythm of their footsteps on the cobblestone streets created a steady beat to their exploration of the city. Pikachu, running beside his trainer, chirped happily, enjoying the sights and sounds of the streets.
As they jogged, Ash felt a sense of freedom and clarity. The rhythmic sound of his footsteps, coupled with the gentle morning breeze, invigorated him, clearing his mind and energizing his body. After last night, he needed this time.
Turning a corner, Ash found himself in one of the city's major plazas. Here, vendors were just opening their shops and stalls, street sweepers finished buffeting the cobblestones with their brooms, and Pidoves pecked at leftover crumbs the cleaners missed. Ash turned to look into the storefronts and waved at the clerks, but then he stopped short.
Along the building walls he stumbled upon rows of advertisements for Serena's performances. The ad was vibrant and eye-catching. In it, Serena was dressed in the stunning outfit she had worn at the welcome ceremony. Her golden hair cascaded around her shoulders, and her laughter, bright and infectious, seemed to leap off the ad. Beside her, her Pokémon – Delphox, Pancham, and Sylveon – were captured in mid-action, adding to the picture's vibrant energy.
Serena, Kalos Queen! Fridays at 9 p.m! The ad read.
Ash held his breath, taken aback by the image. He admired it, feeling a mix of pride for Serena's success and a renewed sense of the complex emotions he had felt the night before. There was an undeniable beauty in the ad, not just in its design but in the way it captured Serena's spirit and passion.
"She sure looks, uh, happy," Ash chuckled, looking down at Pikachu. The yellow-mouse was looking at his trainer through squinted eyes, its ears twitching.
"What?" Ash ran a hand through his hair and looked back at the ad, chuckling uneasily. He remembered Arven saying something about other guys taking the ad to put in their rooms. Ash hadn't really understood that last night. And he still didn't really understand. What did Serena mean to other guys? She was his friend. He was the one that actually knew her.
Feeling a bit embarrassed but compelled, Ash looked around to ensure no one was watching. He then carefully removed one of the ads from its place, and held it between his fingers for a moment. He found himself really liking that picture of her. It made him feel warm and happy, even if the feelings were a bit tinged with guilt.
After what seemed like an eternity, Ash placed the picture back on the well, chuckling and looking embarrassed.
Pikachu cocked its head and Ash suddenly remembered that his Pokémon was watching him.
"I was just looking!" Ash exclaimed a bit too loudly. "To see what nights she performed!"
Pikachu only seemed to arch its brows and scampered ahead of its trainer, indicating that they should continue on.
Ash smiled and the two resumed their jog, his thoughts now a whirlwind of anticipation for the day ahead. He was beyond excited to get battling again, but he needed to contact Professor Oak to see about retrieving an old friend.
xxxxx
"Hello in there! Are you guys even up?! Hurry! We're going to be late!"
Nemona's voice could be heard quite clearly through the dorm room, where Ash and Goh were just finishing up getting ready for the day.
"She'd make a good alarm clock," Goh grumbled, rubbing his bleary eyes.
Ash chuckled and finished tightening his tie before carefully placing his cap on his head. He had spent a little more time on his appearance today, shaping his hair so that it didn't stick up so weirdly. He had even asked Goh to teach him how to iron his clothes, which left the city boy in a state of shock for at least five minutes.
"Okay! We're ready! " Ash enthused, raising an excited fist. He made a grab for Koraidon's pokéball and stuffed it in his pocket.
Goh smirked. He exchanged excited glances with Grookey and shouldered his backpack.
"Come on! It's almost nine and the director's office is on the other side of the school!" Nemona continued. There was a rustling outside the door followed by Arven's muffled, anxious voice.
Ash opened the threshold just as the botanist was saying, "Isn't this supposed to be Ash's meeting? By himself? Should all of us really be waltzing up to Clavell right now?"
"I think he'll understand, given the circumstances," Nemona placed her hands on her hips, Pawmo at her shoulders, the two giving Arven an impatient look. She then turned to Ash and Goh as they pushed through the door.
"Alright, let's do this," Ash grinned.
The lively group made their way across the expansive campus towards the main administration wing. Nemona led the way, her confidence their compass.
The reception area they entered was spacious and well-lit, filled with the ambient sound of keyboards clicking and papers shuffling. A female receptionist looked up from her desk, her expression one of practiced professionalism. She gave them a polite smile.
"Good morning, do you all have an appointment?"
Ash procured the appointment note from his pocket. "I have this!"
The receptionist's face, framed by a tidy hairstyle that suggested both efficiency and approachability, held her welcoming smile. Her attentive eyes appraised the note and then quickly assessed the group. "This note allows admittance for only you, Mr. Ketchum."
"Yea, but tell Clavell I need my friends with me and that it's an, uh, emergency," Ash scratched his cheek.
The woman's posture remained stiff while her mouth twisted in thought. "Wait here," she said, and rose from her desk. She moved towards the back of the reception area, knocking before entering a door labeled with Clavell's title on a gold plaque. She disappeared through the door for a moment.
"Goh," Ash turned to his friend abruptly, "can you message Brock and tell him we're seeing Clavell? I forgot to tell him."
Goh nodded and pulled out his Rotom Phone to set to work. A little while later, the receptionist returned and gestured for the group to follow her through the set of polished wood doors to Clavell's office. Inside was a long hallway adorned with accolades and portraits and sculpted busts of previous Academy directors.
"Director Clavell will see you now," she announced before arriving at a second set of doors that opened inwards.
Inside, Clavell's office appeared to be half lab, half study. The room was filled with modern tech equipment in the front and comfortable furniture in the back. Off to the side, Ash noticed a large, circular table with an array of pokéballs on display, each meticulously placed. The young champion's eyes then found Clavell, who sat busily scribbling with a fountain pen behind a large imperial desk.
The director looked up as they entered, his eyes sharp yet kind, the corners crinkling slightly with a welcoming smile.
"Ah, Monarch of the World," he said, his voice resonant and even. "Please, come in. And welcome to Scarlet Academy. I see you have brought guests. Make yourselves comfortable." Clavell gestured to the chairs in front of his desk, indicating for the group to sit.
Ash and his friends exchanged quick, excited glances before approaching the desk.
"Yea, sorry I know the appointment was just for me," Ash began, "but we all have something important to talk about."
"Do you?" Clavell looked amused. "Well, permit me to go first. I wish to discuss your intentions." Director Clavell rose from his desk with a sense of purpose, his movements precise and measured. He adjusted the sleeves of his orange blazer, impeccably tailored. He continued, his tone was firm yet fair. "We have allowed you to attend Scarlet Academy, under some stipulations. As you know, your title as world champion has caused quite a stir within the student body. Don't worry, however, as the school year begins, and your attendance normalizes, hopefully most students will leave you alone."
"Everyone's been great!" Ash responded with genuine enthusiasm, his respect for Clavell evident in his attentive posture. "So don't worry. But what did you mean by, uh, stipulations?"
Clavell, standing now, looked at Ash with a gaze that was both discerning and reassuring. "Well, no one can deny that you are a trainer of the first order," he began, his hands clasped behind his back. "However, to make things fair for the other students, I believe that you should abstain from using any of your old Pokémon in the Battle School. The school is designed to help students raise up and strengthen new or young familiars. You would have an unfair advantage should you be able to have your championship team about you."
Ash took in Clavell's words, nodding slowly as he processed the implications. "I understand. And I didn't plan on bringing my whole team with me anyway. Just Pikachu. But if I'm expected to battle in exhibitions this afternoon, I'm going to need at least one more on my team since I haven't had the chance to catch any Pokémon here yet."
"That is fine," Clavell responded, his expression softening. "For the exhibitions, you can call upon an old Pokémon for the occasion only. I appreciate your understanding."
Ash felt a mix of relief and gratitude. He understood the importance of fairness and the opportunity to grow alongside his peers. "Thank you. I'll do my best to make the most of this experience, for myself and my new teammates," Ash said, his tone conveying his readiness to embrace the challenges ahead.
Director Clavell's smile broadened, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of pride and satisfaction as he took in Ash's commitment. "That's all we can ask for here at Scarlet Academy," he said, his smile conveying his pleasure at Ash's understanding and respect for the school's values.
As his attention shifted to Nemona and Arven, his eyebrows rose slightly, a hint of curiosity coloring his expression. "Now, what is this 'something important' you all would like to discuss? Arven, Nemona; I see you are involved in this as well. Interesting."
Nemona, eager to explain and be succinct, leaned forward in her seat, her hands animatedly gesturing as she spoke. "Clavell, it all has to do with Arven and his father. Professor Turo let a dangerous Pokémon loose, and Ash had to catch it. Now we don't know what to do with it. But we think people are after it." She sat back, looking pleased with her summary, despite having glossed over many critical details during the hurried explanation.
Arven, on the other hand, was visibly flustered, his face contorted with irritation and his hands clenched into fists at what he perceived as Nemona's unfair portrayal. His eyes darted between Clavell and the others, his nervousness palpable in the room. It was clear that being the center of this discussion was the last place he wanted to be.
"What! That's…Urgh, there's more to it, Clavell," Arven interjected, his voice laced with both annoyance and a desperate need to set the record straight. He took a deep breath, steeling himself to provide a clearer picture. "First of all, I want to clarify that I am not involved in any of Dad's experiments. You know that, Clavell. But my dad showed up one day at the lighthouse last month, left some Pokémon at the lab, and then disappeared. Shortly after, the Pokémon escaped! I tried going after it, because it looked dangerous and then…well..."
Arven was trying his best to sound convincing and confident, to distance himself from any wrongdoing while still expressing his concern over the situation. The tension in his shoulders and the slight tremor in his voice betrayed just how anxious he was about the whole ordeal.
Ash stepped forward, sensing Arven's discomfort and the weight of the situation. "I found it," he began earnestly, ready to support his friend. "It was scaring the other Pokémon around. And it looked injured, so I tried to help it. But then we were nearly attacked and —"
Clavell's hand rose, a gesture that immediately calmed the rapid flow of words in the room. "I need the Pokémon's name. What type of Pokémon is this?"
Arven shifted in his seat, a look of unease crossing his features as he divulged the information. "Uh, I believe it's, uh, a Koraidon."
The reaction from Clavell was immediate and pronounced. His expression transformed into one of astonishment, and for a brief moment, he was utterly still and silent. Then, with a swift motion, he strode over to the desk phone, dialed his receptionist with purposeful keystrokes. "Get me Jacq, now," his voice was tense, betraying the gravity he attached to the situation.
Turning back to Arven, his gaze was intense. "How much do you know about this Pokémon, Arven? How much has Professor Turo told you? Do you know where your father is now?"
"Um, n-no! I don't know anything!" Arven faltered. "I only know its name from notes my dad left at the lab. I… I know that the Pokémon is from Area Zero and that it looks like it's from the past and that… it shouldn't be here."
Clavell paused, rubbing his temples as he processed the information. After a moment, he looked up at Ash. "And you have the Pokémon in your possession? How?"
Ash, understanding the seriousness, presented the Trust Ball that contained Koraidon, clicking the contraption so that it expanded in his gloved palm.
"I see," Clavell said, his expression turning pensive. He gestured back to the chairs. "Sit down. Sit down. This may be a while."
As Ash, Goh, Nemona, and Arven settled back into their seats, Clavell's demeanor shifted to one of deep concern. "You said that you were under attack?" he asked, looking directly at Ash with a newfound gravity.
Before Ash could respond, Arven interjected. "Miraidon. I saw it too. I believe Koraidon has been on the run from it for, er, quite a while."
The room fell into a thoughtful silence as Clavell absorbed this new piece of the puzzle, the implications of this encounter clearly weighing heavily on his mind.
The door to Clavell's office opened again, and Jacq, the Academy's Biology teacher, stepped in energetically. He was a youthful figure with a head of spiky, purple hair, and glasses perched on his nose. His lab coat hung open over a casual, purple shirt, and his feet were clad in comfortable sandals despite the professional setting. In one hand, he held a notebook bristling with sticky notes, a pen tucked behind his ear.
"You called for me, Clavell?" Jacq said, his voice chirped and curious.
Before Clavell could reply, Brock entered the room, wearing a pristine medical coat as though he'd just come from the Pokémon Center. His presence was unexpected, prompting Clavell to momentarily set aside Jacq's arrival.
"How can I help you, doctor? I didn't realize I—," Clavell began, a note of confusion in his tone.
"I examined the Koraidon," Brock interjected with characteristic clarity and directness, his gaze meeting Clavell's. "Ash wanted me to be here when he spoke to you about it."
At the mention of 'Koraidon, Jacq's body tensed and his eyes widened behind his glasses. "Koraidon!" he echoed, turning to Clavell with an expression of shock and disbelief. "B-but how! Paradox Pokémon aren't supposed to be anywhere outside the crater!"
The room filled with a tense air of anticipation, as all eyes turned to Clavell, waiting for his guidance on this unprecedented situation.
Ash, ever the bold spirit, cut through the sudden tension in the room with a question that reflected his need for understanding. "Paradox Pokémon?" he asked, his voice carrying a mix of confusion and wonder. Pikachu's ears twitched, its eyes curious.
"Unidentified creatures, Monsters of Area Zero, Enigmas of Paldea," Jacq responded automatically, his academic instinct kicking in as he listed off descriptors for these mysterious entities.
"Jacq," Clavell interjected with a warning stare directed at his colleague, a silent reminder of the gravity and sensitivity of the information at hand.
"Paradox Pokémon?" Arven, still grappling with the shock of the revelation, could hardly contain his incredulity. "You mean they're real!?"
Clavell let out a deep sigh, the weight of the situation evident in his posture. He moved to one of the tall windows in his office, his gaze sweeping over the peaceful campus grounds as if in search of the right words. "You all understand that what we are about to explain is extremely confidential," he started, his voice steady yet tinged with resignation. "But Koraidon and its counterpart are very dangerous...as are all of their kind. But as you all seemed to have had certain dealings already with the creatures, and it being the case that Koraidon trusts you," he said, turning his gaze back towards Ash, "this calls for some explanation. Arven, I think you too deserve some clarity as to what your father's been up to."
Arven nodded, his expression showing a mix of apprehension and a strong desire for the truth. Ash and Goh listened intently, while the latter struggled slightly to maintain his composure, his excitement about learning more on Area Zero barely contained. Nemona's eyes were wide with eagerness, her entire being alert and ready for the unfolding secrets. Brock, in contrast, remained stoic, his expression unreadable, betraying none of his thoughts.
Clavell then gestured for Jacq to proceed. With swift movements, Jacq rolled a large portable machine into the center of the room. He flicked it on, and instantly, a 3D hologram map of Paldea materialized above it, floating in the air with exquisite detail. The map responded to his touch, and Jacq navigated it with practiced ease, zooming in on the large crater that marked the center of the map.
With everyone's attention now fixed on the holographic display, Jacq pulled up what appeared to be scanned ancient images of Koraidon, Miraidon, as well as other fantastic and horrifying looking creatures. "These Pokémon are what we call, Paradox Pokémon," Jacq began to explain, inserting side-by-side images of the beasts with their modern-day counterparts. "200 years ago, a member of the Area Zero Expedition Team, a natural historian named Heath, wrote about Paradox Pokemon sightings in the Great Crater in a book called the Scarlet Book—which is missing but some of the pages have been obtained.
As Jacq flipped through the digital images, he paused on a sketched photograph that captured everyone's attention. The image was of a formidable creature, its tusks prominent and body covered in armor-like plating, adorned with what appeared to be vibrant flora.
"Now," Clavell continued, his voice taking on a tone of solemnity as he assumed control of the conversation. "Professor Turo, while he worked at the Academy, grew obsessed with Heath and this mission, which for many years had been considered a conspiracy or even myth. Turo's enthusiasm for entering Area Zero and finding these creatures led to his termination from Scarlet Academy. However, rumors of his continuing work have begun to resurface with new Paradox Pokémon sightings in Area Zero, leading us to conclude that Heath's observations were not just lore after all."
Jacq, in agreement, nodded and interacted with the hologram to pull up a timeline that floated amidst the 3D map of Paldea. "Now, our research team at the Academy believes that Paradox Pokémon originated from different points in the world timeline—past, future. However, evidence we obtained from Professor Turo before he was terminated a couple years ago also suggests that the Pokémon could be from a parallel dimension altogether. How the enigmas are leaving the crater, let alone even appearing in Paldea is, well, a mystery."
The group leaned forward, their eyes scanning the detailed sketches of these strange Pokémon laid out in virtual pages, the lines and shadings depicting creatures beyond their wildest imaginations. The room was filled with a sense of wonder and an undercurrent of concern, as they considered the implications of such beings roaming their world.
Ash's face was contemplative, his eyes narrowed slightly as he processed the gravity of what they were discussing. Pikachu, sensing his partner's mood, sat quietly on his shoulder, its ears twitching occasionally. "But why does Professor Turo want to find these creatures? What is he trying to use them for?" Ash finally asked, his voice low and serious.
Arven shifted uncomfortably in his chair, looking down at his hands before speaking. "Maybe he just wants to research them. Dad has always been obsessed with Heath. He read me stories about the naturalist since I was little…" Arven's voice tapered off, and he looked away, anxiety etched across his face.
Clavell gave a thoughtful nod, as though considering Arven's input as a valid possibility. However, his expression remained unconvinced, and his next words carried a hint of foreboding. "Perhaps, but," he said, his face growing grim, "the urgency and fixation with which Turo pursued his work made it seem…" He trailed off, leaving the sentence hanging unfinished. There was a momentary tightening around his eyes, a brief flicker of something deeper, something not meant for the ears of others. The air thickened with unspoken thoughts.
Jacq, who had been partially listening, chimed in with a nod of agreement. "He neglected all his classes, hardly ate or slept. The guy was a walking zombie last time I saw him. A bit psycho." He stopped himself abruptly, catching Clavell's stern gaze and remembering Arven's presence.
Clavell exhaled slowly, his shoulders relaxing as he returned his attention to the group. "Well, all that doesn't matter right now," he concluded, his voice steady but softer, almost a whisper. The director's eyes briefly met Ash's, a silent communication that perhaps some truths were better left unexplored at this juncture
Ash listened intently, his thoughts racing. "What about Miraidon? It must have escaped too, but why does it want to attack Koraidon?"
Brock, who had been silently contemplating the situation, spoke up with a thoughtful tone. "Well, if what the director has been saying is accurate, both Koraidon and Miraidon are one in the same, except from different dimensions. Seeing as they both appear to be Alpha Pokémon, perhaps even legendaries in their respective worlds, then naturally they would fight each other for dominance."
Jacq nodded in agreement. "That's a good theory. Otherwise, we don't know for sure. We also didn't even know Miraidon was loose. This causes big issues." His gaze flicked to Clavell, reflecting his concern.
Clavell sighed, a look of resignation on his face. "It is unfortunate we do not know more. When Professor Turo left, he took with him most of his research and work. We have been trying to put the pieces back together." His voice held a bitter edge, reflecting the challenges they faced.
Ash's resolve was clear as he faced Director Clavell, his stance firm and his expression one of determination. "So what do you want me to do with Koraidon?" he asked, his voice steady, indicating his readiness to take whatever steps necessary.
Clavell and Professor Jacq shared a glance, a silent conversation passing between them. It was evident that they were treading into unknown territory. "You say it is injured?" Clavell finally asked, his tone cautious.
Turning towards Brock, who had been quietly observing the exchange, Ash gestured for him to join the conversation. Brock stepped forward confidently, ready to deliver his professional opinion. "It is. However, there are no physical injuries to its body. My guess is that the Pokémon is suffering from exertion. However, it appears to be unable to recover. Potions don't seem to do it any good either."
Ash nodded in agreement, his concern for Koraidon evident in his eyes. "Yeah, Koraidon performed some really powerful moves, but then appeared too weak to move. Ever since then, it hasn't been able to recover."
Jacq, who had been listening intently, nodded in agreement with Brock's assessment and turned back to Clavell. "It is suffering from a power depletion of some kind then," Jacq surmised. "Koraidon doesn't belong in this dimension. My guess is that modern potions and medicine have no effect as the Pokémon's biological system heals through different ecological remedies."
Clavell, now fully engaged in the conversation, directed his attention to Arven. "Are you still studying the Herba Mystica, Arven?"
Arven, caught off guard by the sudden focus on him, responded with a mix of surprise and nervousness. "Y-Yes, actually. It's what I plan to write my thesis on!"
Clavell's response was a nod of approval. "Have you begun to locate where you might find some?"
Arven paused, his hesitation palpable as he considered his response. "Well, I have some ideas as to where researchers attempted to cultivate them long ago…I was planning to use the weekends to do some exploring."
Jacq, unable to contain his excitement, quickly interjected. "The Herba Mystica just might have the right properties to help Koraidon! Perhaps even the lab sample we have could give the Pokémon more strength before we go out searching for more!"
Arven's reaction was one of horror. "But that's the only sample we have!" he exclaimed, the prospect of using the precious resource clearly troubling him.
"For now," Clavell replied with a hint of amusement, aiming to ease Arven's concerns. "We too have been doing our search on the mysterious herbs. Jacq, send Arven a copy of the data map we've collected to help the young man with his search, at your earliest convenience."
Arven's anxiety mingled with excitement, though he attempted to keep his reaction subdued. "T-Thank you, sir! For your trust and—," he began, but was cut off by Nemona's interjection.
Growing a little bored with the direction of the conversation, Nemona chimed in. "So, what's so special about these plants?"
Arven, his annoyance at being interrupted showing plainly, answered with a touch of impatience. "The Herba Mystica are mysterious herbal ingredients with powerful healing properties that Heath discovered in Area Zero 200 years ago. Researchers then tried to cultivate them elsewhere in Paldea, but their results are…er, missing. Along with the book Clavell mentioned earlier."
Ash and Pikachu, listening intently, couldn't help but express their amazement at the rich history and potential of the Herba Mystica. "Amazing," Ash murmured, with Pikachu nodding in agreement.
Director Clavell leaned back in his chair, the faintest hint of disturbance mingling with amusement in his eyes as he regarded Ash. "I suppose the rumors about you are true, Monarch. You have a knack for falling into situations of great magnitude," he remarked, his smile wry, acknowledging the young champion's propensity for finding himself at the center of extraordinary events. "However, I have something do you that may help you throughout your time in Paldea."7
Standing from his desk, Clavell's movements were deliberate as he made his way to the circular table that housed an impressive collection of pokéballs. He paused, considering each one before selecting a particular pokéball. He turned it over in his hand, inspecting it closely before walking back and extending it towards Ash.
Ash took the pokéball gingerly from Clavell's hand, his curiosity evident in his careful movements. With a click and a bright flash of light, the Pokémon inside was released, materializing into a diminutive Pokémon with a body resembling smoldering charcoal. Its round head was a deep, sooty black, accented with bright red markings that suggested a fiery inner nature. Two large, circular eyes glowed an intense yellow, exuding curiosity and a readiness for action. Atop its head sat a singular, flame-like appendage that flickered with a red and orange hue, as if a coal had been plucked from a fierce blaze.
"A Charcadet!" Nemona exclaimed, her voice a mixture of surprise and recognition.
Goh quickly pulled out his Rotom Phone to access more information. Burnt charcoal came to life and became a Pokémon. Possessing a fiery fighting spirit, Charcadet will battle even tough opponents, the device intoned, providing a brief overview of the Pokémon's nature and capabilities.
"When trained up well, I find Charcadet to be a most excellent companion," Clavell added, his voice imbued with warmth as he smiled at the sight of the new Pokémon. "Every student at Scarlet Academy is given a starter. But since you are a trainer well advanced beyond the typical beginner, take Charcadet as yours, Ash."
Ash's face lit up with excitement, his eyes shining with the prospect of a new friendship. He crouched down to be at eye level with Charcadet, extending a hand in greeting. "Hey there, Charcadet, I'm Ash!" he said, his voice filled with enthusiasm. "Do you want to join my team?"
The little Charcadet looked up at Ash, its eyes taking in the trainer before it. It exchanged a glance with Pikachu, seemingly seeking some silent reassurance from Ash's longtime companion. After a moment, it nodded and raised one of its fiery red arms in a gesture of acceptance, its voice clear and spirited as it affirmed, "Charca—det!"
"Alright!" Ash raised a first, exchanging excited grins with Pikachu.
Director Clavell reached into his blazer, retrieving a pocket watch that gleamed. He flipped open the watch with a practiced flick of his thumb, glancing at the time with a raised eyebrow. "Well, it seems as though I am late for another meeting," he remarked in a light tone that belied the importance of his next engagement.
He snapped the watch shut with a soft click and returned it to his pocket before directing his gaze back to the group, his eyes sweeping over each member. "For now, we must leave the matter as it is. Ash, take care of Koraidon. Arven, keep me updated on your progress with locating the Herba Mystica. Meanwhile, Jacq and I will discuss with our researchers as to what can be done for the Pokémon. Thank you," he said, his voice carrying the finality of a leader accustomed to making decisions and moving forward.
With that, he concluded the conversation, standing up as a subtle signal that the meeting had reached its end. Ash and company were ushered out of the office, each member of the group carrying with them the weight of the meeting's discussions and the responsibilities that had been entrusted to them. As they left, they made their way back through the hallway, the atmosphere was one of quiet contemplation, each person lost in thought…except Nemona.
Her spirit was undampened by the gravity of their previous meeting as she practically skipped out of Director Clavell's office, her loyal Pawmo copying her every move with equal zest. "Well, time to get ready for the exhibitions!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "They are always three on three battles. Staff goes first then students. So who are you going to use, Ash!?"
Ash let out a chuckle, his own enthusiasm soon matching Nemona's. "I guess I have to go to the Pokémon Center to see!" he said, his eyes alight with the thrill of the unknown. Turning to Brock, he asked, "So are you going to be battling, then?"
Brock gave a wry smile. "Absolutely. I volunteered. I have to earn the student's respect somehow," he stated, a gleam of anticipation in his eyes at the prospect of demonstrating his prowess in battle.
"I wonder if Serena will come!" Nemona burst out suddenly, the thought seemingly striking her out of the blue.
Goh's eyes flicked to Ash, subtle but searching, trying to read any change in his friend's demeanor at the mention of Serena. Ash managed to keep a steady face, though the slight widening of his eyes betrayed a hint of excitement at the possibility.
"Serena? The performer from last night?" Brock asked, seeking confirmation, his curiosity piqued.
Arven, who had been somewhat detached, sighed and came back to the moment. He petted his Mabosstiff, who had waited for them outside the office, reassuringly as if to ground himself. "Nemona, I believe that a Kalos Queen has better things to do," he said, his tone laced with a hint of sarcasm and a touch of realism.
"True," Nemona retorted with a confident grin, unfazed by Arven's skepticism. "But I think she liked us! In fact, I already consider us friends!"
Arven just muttered under his breath, a mixture of exasperation and dismissiveness in his voice. "You said maybe two sentences to her," he grumbled.
Seizing the moment, Goh chimed in, his voice sharp and subtly teasing as he prodded at the topic. "Maybe she'll come because she and Ash are such 'good friends,'" he said, both he and Grookey raising their eyebrows in a playful challenge to Ash's reaction.
Brock, overhearing the comment, turned to Ash with a widened look of surprise that quickly gave way to amusement. Then, a hearty laugh erupted from him, echoing around them. "A-Are you serious?" he boomed, clearly finding the situation both surprising and hilarious.
Ash struggled to control his expression, flustered by the sudden attention and Brock's laughter. "What's so funny?" he protested, his voice tinged with annoyance. "Yeah, I know her pretty well. We traveled Kalos together..." His voice trailed off, discomfited while Pikachu just chirped happily.
Brock, meanwhile, attempted to compose himself, his laughter subsiding into intermittent chuckles as he ran a hand through his spiky hair. "I just—Ha!" he managed to articulate between his mirthful outbursts. "I just find it funny. Can't explain it," he said, his laughter tapering off as he chose to keep his full thoughts to himself, perhaps out of respect for Ash's privacy.
Ash, determined to redirect the conversation, shrugged dismissively. "Let's just get to the Pokémon Center so I can call Oak," he said, eager to regain a sense of normalcy.
Nemona issued forth an excited agreement and the rest of the group nodded. Together, they made their way towards the opposite wing of the school, the echoes of Brock's laughter slowly fading behind them as they walked.
xxxxx
Serena stood in her airy Paldean-style apartment, the warm sunlight streaming through the tall, arched windows that framed her picturesque view of Mesagoza. The interior was a tasteful blend of old-world charm and modern comfort, with terracotta tiles underfoot and white plaster walls adorned with vibrant art. An open balcony door allowed a gentle breeze to ruffle the sheer curtains, carrying in the faint sounds of the city.
Her apartment was spacious yet cozy, with wrought-iron light fixtures casting soft glows over the rustic wooden furniture, and potted plants that added a touch of greenery.
In front of a full-length mirror framed in dark wood, Serena stood in her bedroom contemplating her reflection while Sylveon lounged gracefully on her bed, Pancham perched playfully on the back of a plush armchair, and Delphox watched her with an almost sagely presence from beside an antique writing desk.
Serena's gaze flitted between the two final outfit contenders as the sunlight kissed the edges of her wardrobe, casting a golden hue that made the choice even harder. On one side hung a vibrant red skirt paired with a sleek black collared halter top. The skirt's flirty hem promised a playful swish with each step, while the combat boots beneath exuded a sense of adventure and readiness. On the other side was a more understated option—a casual black romper that hugged her form with understated elegance, softened by a red cardigan that draped beautifully over the fabric. Paired with it were brown boots, polished yet practical, that whispered of walks through the city and cozy cafe visits. It reminded Serena of a more sophisticated, mature version of her Kalos attire during their later adventures.
"Well, which one, guys?" she asked, looking to her Pokémon for their input.
The Pokémon's responses were a cacophony of disagreement. Sylveon gestured with a feeler towards the skirt, its eyes alight with the thought of Serena twirling in the vibrant red. Pancham, however, seemed to favor the romper, its little paws patting the air towards the more casual ensemble. Delphox merely tilted its head, the wisps of flame on its ears flickering as if in thought, refusing to pick a side in the sartorial debate.
Amidst their playful banter, Serena's mind inevitably drifted to Ash. She recalled how time and maturity had sculpted him into something out of her dreams. He was no longer a boy as she remembered him; he had grown into his features—his black hair thick and tousled, his brown eyes holding more depth and that seemed to glint amber in the sunlight.
She let out a small, self-conscious laugh, her cheeks warming at the memory of how his physical presence had struck her. He was tall now, his silhouette hinting at a strength that was both new and intriguing. Serena found herself reminiscing about the brief fantasies she had entertained the previous night – the yearning curiosity of how it would feel to be enveloped in his arms. The thought made her heart flutter with a mix of embarrassment and an inexplicable yearning.
Suddenly, the intensity of his gaze from their last encounter—the way his eyes had lingered on her as if seeing her anew—flashed across her mind. She recalled the subtle shifts in his expression, the moments his eyes had seemed to find her captivating, enchanting even, and it sent a thrill through her. The notion left her feeling dizzy with a cocktail of emotions she didn't want to name. Yet doubt crept in, tempering her excitement with uncertainty. Was she reading too much into his look? Was it merely the happiness of reunion, the joy of seeing an old friend that had sparked that light in his eyes?
Shaking her head to dispel the daydreams, Serena focused back on her reflection, determined to find an outfit that would make her feel confident and composed. Yet, the flush that had crept into her cheeks remained, a visible testament to the confusion and warmth that thoughts of Ash stirred within her. She resolved to push those feelings aside, to concentrate on the present.
"I think I'm going with this one," Serena managed to smile, gently lifting the romper from its place. She changed quickly, glancing at the clock. Just as she stepped behind the elegant grain of a wooden dressing partition, a knock came from her bedroom door.
"Serena?" Kathi Grace called, her tone slicing through the tranquility of the room, "When would you like to leave for the city-council luncheon?"
Serena tried not to deflate and roll her eyes. She could only imagine the checklist of expectations that accompanied the question: mingling with local dignitaries, charming potential sponsors, and presenting herself as the epitome of performance artistry.
"Oh," Serena responded, quickly stepping into her chosen black romper, her movements fluid as she slipped into the comfort of the soft fabric. She glanced at her reflection to assess the look, reaching for a pair of delicate earrings to complete the ensemble. "I-I think I'm going to the Battle Exhibitions instead," she said, steeling herself for Kathi Grace's inevitable reaction.
Kathi Grace sputtered in disbelief, her words tumbling out in a fluster. "What?! But all of Mesagoza's politicos will be there! Why? Why would you not go?" She looked bewildered, her mind racing to comprehend Serena's unexpected change of plans.
"Why would I go?" Serena asked innocently, her tone light as she fastened her earrings with practiced ease. She knew very well the answer to that question.
Kathi Grace, still reeling, tried to state the obvious. "You're going there in order to sponsor your performances? To spread the word of your showcases among the city elite?" She laid out the plan as though it were the most natural course of action. "To dine and flirt? The usual drill!"
Serena couldn't help but allow a small giggle, her laughter tinkling in the air as she stepped out from behind the partition and into her boots. "Well, I think that my time would be better spent at Scarlet Academy, getting to know the students who want to study Performance. Don't you think so?" she posed the question, her eyes shining with a mix of innocence and resolve while her Pokémon echoed her sentiment with their own expressions of cheerful agreement.
Kathi Grace's suspicion was evident, her eyes narrowing as she weighed the situation. "I suppose an appearance at the Battle Exhibitions wouldn't be a horrible waste of time," she conceded, the words heavy with reluctant approval. "But we will have to be back tonight for staging, costuming, and rehearsals!"
Serena, struggling to keep her composure under the wave of excitement, nodded. "Of course! I know that! I will be!" she assured, her lips pursing as she held back a burst of enthusiasm. Then, with a gentle tone, she added, "Also, do you think I could go alone? I haven't really had a chance to explore the city by myself and get some…fresh air!"
Kathi Grace hesitated, her demeanor displaying her reluctance to acquiesce. However, recognizing her own busy schedule in preparation for Serena's performances, she relented. "Fine, but do not be late tonight! At the theater at 5:00!"
Serena giggled, slipping gracefully into her red cardigan. "5:30," she countered with a cheeky smile, exchanging mischievous glances with Pancham, who snickered and gave its trainer a thumbs up.
Kathi Grace, in a last-ditch effort to ensure punctuality, turned to Delphox with an almost pleading look. "Make sure it's 5:00," she implored.
Delphox, with a knowing smirk, inclined its head in silent agreement, its fire-like tail flickering with an air of conspiratorial glee.
Kathi Grace, her phone suddenly ringing, excused herself with a swift exit, leaving Serena alone in the tranquility of her room. Serena collected her final items, placing them carefully in a fashionable brown purse. She paused in front of the mirror, admiring her reflection. Her blonde hair fell neatly brushed around her shoulders, framing her face in an auric glow. The black romper she had chosen was stylish and elegant, its V-neck allowing room to showcase a dainty necklace that twinkled in the soft light of her room.
After returning her Pokémon to their pokéballs, Serena's gaze drifted to a decorative box resting atop her dresser. Drawn to it, she opened the container to reveal a wheel of blue ribbon nestled inside. Picking it up, her fingers brushed over the smooth fabric, triggering a flood of memories. She remembered Ash giving her this ribbon when they were both thirteen, beneath the Pledging Tree in Kalos. His boyish face had been kind and slightly embarrassed, glowing softly in the ambient light from the large tree. The memory brought a tender smile to her lips, a warmth spreading through her at the recollection of that innocent, yet profound moment.
With the ribbon in hand, Serena contemplated the significance it still held. It was a symbol of their shared past, of moments filled with laughter, challenges, and the unspoken bond that had formed between them. For a fleeting moment, she considered wearing the ribbon, a symbolic gesture to reconnect with the old days. It would be a subtle nod to their past, a way of carrying a piece of those carefree times with her. Yet, after a brief pause, she gently placed the ribbon back into the box, closing it with a soft click that echoed the closing of a chapter in her mind.
Serena's heart was a battlefield of nostalgia and doubt. She grappled with the resurgence of old romantic feelings for Ash, feelings she had carefully tucked away in the recesses of her heart. The uncertainty gnawed at her – would revisiting these emotions be wise, especially when Ash might not reciprocate them?
He had always been so singularly focused on his journey as a Pokémon trainer, his eyes set on battles and adventures. The Ash she knew was a whirlwind of energy, always looking forward to the next challenge, the next achievement. Why would he suddenly shift his focus to her, to what they once shared? It seemed silly.
She questioned the feasibility of reigniting something that might only exist in her own heart. The risk of unrequited feelings loomed large, casting a shadow over the warmth of the memories they shared. Serena knew that delving into these emotions could lead to a path of heartache if Ash's feelings did not mirror her own.
With a heavy sigh, she resolved to tread cautiously, not to let her emotions run ahead of her. She would see Ash as a friend, as she had learned to over the years. It was safer, simpler. Yet, even as she made this decision, a part of her heart held onto a flicker of hope, a silent wish that maybe, just maybe, Ash might see her as something more.
xxxxx
Inside the bustling Pokémon Center of Scarlet Academy, Ash, Nemona, Goh, Brock and their respective Pokémon companions were immersed in the pre-battle exhibition preparations. The center vibrated as a hub of activity, with students and staff alike tending to their Pokémon, discussing strategies, or simply soaking in the palpable excitement. State-of-the-art facilities lined with advanced healing machines hummed quietly in the background. Posters of various Pokémon species adorned the walls, and the combined scents of potions and fresh paint, a testament to the center's recent renovation, filled the air.
Nemona was her typical whirlwind of energy, her excitement for the upcoming battles almost tangible. Pawmo, perched confidently on her shoulder, mirrored her animated expressions, occasionally chirping in agreement. "The battles are going to be amazing!" she exclaimed, her voice bubbling. "You'll see, Ash, the level of skill here is top-notch. And the crowd! They get so into it. It's like a festival!"
Goh, standing beside Ash with Grookey in his arms, listened politely, though his expression betrayed a hint of being overwhelmed by Nemona's relentless chatter. Grookey, meanwhile, seemed more interested in the activities around the center, its head turning this way and that, trying to take in all the sights and sounds.
Every so often, Brock would interject with a thoughtful comment or nod in agreement, his deep voice a soothing counterpoint to Nemona's excitable chatter. His eyes, always keen and observant, scanned the room, taking in the flurry of activity with an experienced eye.
Ash, focused on his task, approached the video phone in the center. The device was sleek and modern, the screen large and clear, ready to connect him with the renowned professor back in Kanto.
The video phone screen flickered to life, revealing the familiar, friendly face of Professor Oak. His well-known lab bustled with activity. Behind him, various Pokémon could be seen moving about or engaging in playful antics. The lab was a colorful mosaic of scientific equipment, pokéballs, and research materials.
"Ah, Ash! It's great to see you," Professor Oak greeted with his usual warmth, his eyes crinkling with a genuine smile. "And you too, Goh! Brock!"
Goh and Brock both waved.
Ash, his face lighting up at the sight of the Professor, replied eagerly, "Hi, Professor! I'm at the Pokémon Center at Scarlet Academy. I need some Pokémon to use in the Battle Exhibitions here."
Oak's expression shifted to one of interest, his curiosity piqued by the mention of the prestigious academy. "Battle Exhibitions, you say? That sounds exciting! Who would you like me to send over?"
Ash exchanged glances with Pikachu as though they had both come to a joint decision. "Send Lucario over, please!"
Professor Oak's face lit up with a knowing smile at Ash's request. "Lucario, huh? Excellent choice!" he said, turning to retrieve the Pokémon. As he walked towards the storage area, the lively atmosphere of the lab became more apparent. Pokémon of various shapes and sizes interacted in the background, creating a dynamic and vibrant scene.
Reaching the storage area, Oak's hand moved with practiced ease among the neatly arranged pokéballs, carefully picking up Lucario's; his movements deliberate yet gentle.
"Just give me a moment," Oak said, moving towards the lab's sophisticated transportation system. "Oh Ash," he began to add a bit offhandedly, "your mother wanted me to remind you to wash your sheets every week. She says it's the first time you've had your own room away from home, and she fears the worst."
"Arceus," Ash's face flushed as he looked around at his snickering friends, a mix of embarrassment and amusement at the professor's comment. Pikachu, sensing Ash's discomfort, let out a soft chuckle, its cheeks sparking lightly.
Professor Oak continued with his preparations. As he set Lucario's pokéball into the transporter, he looked up, his eyes sparkling with pride. "Ah, the battling muse has struck me. I have just now composed a little good luck poem for you, Ash. I thought it might inspire you for the exhibitions," he announced, clearing his throat theatrically.
He began to recite with great enthusiasm:
"In the heat of the battle, so fierce and so bright,
May your Pokémon fight with all their might—yes fight!
When in the arena, you stand so tall,
Remember it's not about winning, but having a…ball!"
The poem was delivered with such earnestness that it was hard not to smile, despite its simplicity and awkward rhythm. Oak finished with a flourish, looking expectantly at the screen. "What do you think? Ash, Goh, Brock? I thought that to be an excellent quatrain! I will have to expand it into a ballad perhaps!"
Ash, Goh, and Brock exchanged glances, each trying to find the right words without offending the well-meaning professor. Ash, still red-faced from the earlier comment, stammered out, "It's, uh, really something, Professor! Really unique!"
Goh, trying to be diplomatic, added, "Yeah, it's very... motivational, in its own way."
Brock managed a more composed response. "It's certainly an interesting way to inspire, Professor. Your creativity knows no bounds."
Pikachu, still perched beside Ash, let out a cheerful "Pika Pika!" as if to show its support for the professor's poetic efforts, despite having no clue as to what it was supporting.
Oak beamed at their responses, seemingly pleased with himself. "I'm glad you liked it! Now, let's get Lucario over to you. Good luck, Ash!" With that, he activated the transfer, sending Lucario on its way to join Ash for the upcoming battles.
The screen showed the pokéball being enveloped in a beam of light, initiating the transfer process. Ash watched, his initial embarrassment fading into excitement. Moments later, a transporter in the center beeped softly, signaling the arrival of the pokéball. Ash hurried over to the sleek machine, his excitement palpable. He carefully retrieved the familiar pokéball, feeling a rush of familiarity and nostalgia as he held it in his hand.
With a gentle press of the button, Ash released Lucario into the Pokémon Center. The Pokémon materialized with a flash of light, standing tall and proud in front of Ash. Lucario's aura flared gently around it, a silent display of its power and readiness.
"Hey, Lucario! It's great to see you again!" Ash greeted warmly, his face breaking into a wide, genuine smile. Lucario responded with a nod and a soft growl of recognition, its eyes meeting Ash's with a clear sense of mutual respect and understanding.
"I need your help for the battle exhibitions here at Scarlet Academy," Ash explained, his tone conveying his excitement over the upcoming challenges. "I know we can make a great team, just like before."
Lucario's response was a determined nod, its stance shifting to one of readiness and eagerness. The Pokémon's eyes glowed with a focused intensity, demonstrating its willingness to stand by Ash's side. The bond between trainer and Pokémon was evident in their exchange—a deep, unspoken understanding forged by their mystical connection.
Ash placed a hand on Lucario's shoulder, feeling the strength and solidarity in its form. With Lucario by his side, Ash felt a surge of confidence for the exhibitions, knowing that together, they would be great.
Nemona's reaction to Lucario's arrival was nothing short of effusive. Her eyes widened in awe as she took in the sight of the powerful Pokémon, her excitement teeming over. "Wow, Lucario! That's so awesome, Ash!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with admiration. Pawmo, perched on her shoulder, chirped excitedly.
She stepped closer, her gaze fixed on Lucario with unabashed fascination. "I've read about them, but seeing one up close is incredible!" Nemona's words tumbled out rapidly, a stream of praise. She reached out tentatively, as if asking for permission to get a closer look at the Aura Pokémon.
Lucario, sensing Nemona's friendly intent, gave a soft nod of acknowledgement, allowing her to approach. Nemona's admiration was evident in her wide eyes and the broad smile that spread across her face.
Goh, watching the interaction with interest, suddenly looked puzzled. "Aren't you going to need a third Pokémon?" he asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.
Ash responded with a wide, confident grin. "I have a third Pokémon now. Charcadet!" he announced, his excitement evident.
Brock, who had been observing quietly, raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "But you've never battled with it yet," he pointed out, intrigued by Ash's choice.
Ash's smile didn't waver. "Yeah, well, there's only one way to get better, right?" he said, his voice brimming with enthusiasm. "The exhibitions will be great practice." He punctuated his statement with an excited fist pump, his eyes shining with the thrill of the challenge ahead.
Brock nodded, understanding his reasoning. Ash had always been one to embrace new experiences and challenges head-on. His willingness to test his skills with a new Pokémon like Charcadet was typical of his adventurous spirit.
"Alright, let's go!" Nemona announced, beginning to lead the group to the outdoor stadium.
xxxxx
Arven hurried across the expansive outdoor plaza of Scarlet Academy, his pace brisk and slightly breathless. The open area hummed with students and visitors entering the Academy for the Battle Exhibitions. Clutching a bag of newly purchased school materials, Arven navigated through groups of students and spectators socializing before the events. His eyes were fixed on his phone, reading an email intently. The message on the screen was from Jacq, informing him that he would need to go by the Biology lab later that night to retrieve the Herba Mystica.
Beside him, his Mabosstiff plodded along, its pace slow and its demeanor tired. The Pokémon's usually sickly appearance was more pronounced in the bright light of the day. Despite its lethargy, there was a certain loyalty in its steps, staying close to Arven as they moved through the plaza.
Arven's expression was a mix of anxiety and anticipation as he read the email. The possibility of aiding Koraidon with the mystical herb brought a sense of purpose to his stride; however, he couldn't help but think about his own familiar. His gaze occasionally shifted from his phone to navigate through the crowds, ensuring he and his Mabosstiff didn't bump into other students.
"Hi! Arven, was it?"
A sweet voice called out from behind the botany student. He jumped, his heart skipping a beat, as he turned around to face the speaker.
"Yea, that's—"
His words trailed off abruptly as he found himself face-to-face with Serena, the performer he had met the previous night, renowned as the Kalos Queen. Arven's posture stiffened slightly, taken aback by her presence and undeniable charm.
Serena stood before him, radiant and effortlessly elegant in her black romper. Her honey-blonde glistened in the warm late morning sun and haloed her fair, expressive face. Her blue eyes sparkled with a friendly curiosity, and her smile was warm and inviting. "Hi! Sorry," Serena winced, looking embarrassed at having caught him off guard, "I didn't mean to startle you!"
For a moment, Arven was lost for words as he stood there, blinking. "Uh," he stammered and then grew uneasy, "Yea. I am he. I am Arven!"
Arceus, he sounded like a freak. Why him? Why did this always happen to him? He pushed his dirty blonde bangs out of his eyes as he looked up at the sky, waiting for some legendary Pokémon to either rapture him up into the heavens or smite him. Either would end his misery.
"I'm Serena!" The Kalos Queen announced rather unnecessarily. She must have realized this as she grimaced, scratching her cheek shyly. "But I guess you knew that since we met last night!"
Serena's soft expression and easy kindness, eased Arven's initial discomfort. "Yea. Hi, Serena," he said, now feeling a bit more relaxed, though still unsure of what to say next.
She smiled and looked down at the canine Pokémon beside Arven. Immediately, she crouched down and began to gush over the creature, who brightened significantly at her attention. "What a cute Mabosstiff," Serena beamed, petting the Pokémon around its ears and under its neck.
"Thanks," Arven exhaled, feeling more at ease. He looked around as though surprised to find the performer alone. He noticed a few students beginning to stare in their direction. He tensed up again. Why did the people he seemed to run into these days cause so much attention? Eventually, the aspiring botanist sighed. "So what are you—," Arven began, but then he realized what she might be doing there, "Oh, the Battle Exhibitions!"
Serena's face lit up. "Are you going too? Do you think you could show me where to go?" she asked excitedly.
Arven pursed his lips as though he hadn't quite decided whether or not he was actually attending. However, it appeared the decision had just been made for him. He sighed, not looking forward to Nemona's gloating over Serena's attendance. "Of course," Arven gave the performer a small smile before gesturing for her to follow him and Mabosstiff, "Come on."
Arven led Serena through the Academy's grand threshold, moving through the stately halls and their polished marble floors, reflecting the soft glow of the overhead lights. Serena's eyes observed the portraits of distinguished alumni and past directors gazing down upon them along the walls.
"So," Arven tried not to start sweating, "How do you know Ash?"
Serena's response was bright and cheerful, her voice carrying a note of fond remembrance. "We traveled together in Kalos!" She spoke with evident happiness, her eyes twinkling as they took in the vibrant life around the Academy. "He was collecting gym badges and challenging the league." Students passed by, giving quick, curious glances at the Kalos Queen, while Serena seemed to absorb the energy and excitement of the campus.
Arven, feeling suddenly self-conscious, let out a comment without fully realizing its implications. "Was he always getting into trouble then?" he asked, his voice a bit lower than he intended. As he realized what he'd just said, a look of slight regret crossed his face, his hand moving to cover his mouth as if to take back the words.
Serena, however, didn't seem to notice the strangeness of the question. In fact, she laughed, a genuine, carefree sound that lightened the atmosphere. "He really was!" she agreed, her laughter fading into a more reflective tone. "Ash always had a knack for finding trouble, but he was also always there to save the day. He knows more about Pokémon than anyone I know!" As she spoke, her expression became more thoughtful, clearly admiring Ash's qualities and recalling their shared adventures with a sense of nostalgia.
Then, turning her bright blue eyes towards Arven, she asked, "How do you know Ash? How long have you been attending this school? It looks so wonderful!"
Arven, taken aback by Serena's genuine niceness—a rarity in his experience—paused for a moment, slightly unsure how to respond. He scratched the back of his head, his body language showing a mix of nervousness and surprise at her friendly demeanor. "Uh, we're sort of doing this project together," he explained, trying to sound casual. "But I've been here about four years, so this is technically my final year. And then I'll officially be a naturalist with a specialty in botany."
Serena's face lit up with genuine admiration. "That's amazing, Arven! You must be incredibly smart to be studying all of that!" she exclaimed, her compliment sincere and encouraging.
Arven, not used to receiving such praise, appeared slightly taken aback but appreciative. A hint of a smile touched his lips, and he nodded, grateful for her words, yet still a bit unsure how to fully respond to such kindness.
Exiting the main building, they stepped back into the open air, where the lush greenery of the campus grounds spread out before them. The outdoor plaza, earlier bustling with activity, had quieted down as most of the crowd had moved towards the location of the Battle Exhibitions.
They made their way towards the opposite end of the campus and passed by the main courtyard where students would normally lounge and study. Majestic trees provided shade, their leaves rustling gently in the breeze. Bursts of laughter and the distant sound of Pokémon calls from the nearby training fields added to the lively ambiance. The path they took wove through a series of beautifully landscaped gardens, each meticulously maintained and showcasing a variety of native Paldean flora. Arven identified each plant while Serena gushed over the colorful flower beds and neatly trimmed hedges bordered the walkways. She allowed Sylveon out of its pokéball to enjoy the sights.
"So where is this outdoor arena?" Serena looked around, not finding any stadium and wondering where they were heading. However, she didn't doubt Arven as droves of students were scuttling in the same direction.
Arven smiled, actually excited to show her. "Come on! It's just over here!" He picked up the pace.
Serena exchanged glances with Sylveon and then smiled, catching up with Arven. She was so busy taking everything in that she didn't notice that the botanist had stopped abruptly until he threw himself in front of her. "Watch out!" Arven's eyes wide, barely stopping Serena from running face first into the arena.
Serena gasped with delight. Her laughter rang out, echoing around them. Her Sylveon, trotting alongside her, shared in her happiness, its ribbon-like feelers waving in the air, reflecting her trainer's emotions.
The outdoor arena sat nestled amidst the lush greenery of the campus. It was an in-ground stadium, Serena realized, blending in with the natural cliffs and rock characteristic of the city. Descending into the stadium, she noticed how the stands and seating areas were carved directly into the rock of the plateau, creating natural benches. The central battle stage, set at the lowest point of the stadium, was a large, circular area with a clay-like surface that could withstand the rigors of Pokémon battles. This lower positioning of the stage made it the focal point of every spectator's gaze, drawing all attention to the intense battles that took place.
The natural slope of the ground was utilized to create the tiered seating arrangement, with each row set slightly higher than the one in front of it, ensuring an unobstructed view for every spectator. Grass-covered embankments provided a comfortable and aesthetic seating option.
"This is incredible!" Serena exclaimed, her voice filled with awe. Sylveon looked up at her, its opalescent eyes gleaming, and let out a cheerful sound, mirroring Serena's sense of wonder.
Arven, standing beside Serena and her Sylveon at the edge of the battle stadium, had a pleased expression on his face. Just as he gathered his words to say something, a familiar voice sliced through the ambient noise of the crowd, calling out his name.
"Arven!" Nemona's voice, unmistakable in its enthusiasm and volume, cut across the stadium.
"Oh geez," Arven winced, looking uneasy. Serena laughed softly at Arven's reaction and then turned to find the source of the voice.
She paused, immediately recognizing the tall Paldean girl, her green highlights flashing in the sun. Just behind her, Serena noticed Ash, Goh, and another tall figure she didn't recognize, all running to catch up. Ash's familiar face brought an instinctive smile to her lips. He waved enthusiastically to her, moving ahead of his group and growing a bit careless as he descended the arena's stone steps to get to the performer. Pikachu jumped off his shoulder and began bounding up to her as well.
"My bad—oops, sorry!" Ash apologized cheekily to his various classmates as he bumped into them.
Serena found herself subconsciously smoothing her hair, her fingers gliding through the blonde strands in a reflexive gesture of grooming. She adjusted her outfit, ensuring every detail was in place. The movement was graceful and subtle, a natural reaction to seeing Ash and wanting to present herself at her best.
Ash's face instantly lit up as he approached. His brown eyes widened and a broad, genuine smile spread across his face. "Hey Serena!" he greeted, his voice echoing his joy at seeing her. For a brief moment, Ash's gaze inadvertently traveled down her figure, taking in her appearance. It was an instinctive glance, one he hadn't intended, but found himself unable to resist. Serena's choice of attire suited her exceptionally well. It highlighted her graceful, mature form and added an elegant touch to her already striking presence.
As he realized what he was doing, Ash felt a sudden rush of self-consciousness and embarrassment wash over him. He felt guilty for having looked at her like that, but he also really liked the way she looked, a thought that both surprised and unsettled him slightly. This acknowledgement brought a hint of color to his cheeks, and he found himself momentarily unsure of how to proceed.
"Hey, Ash!" Serena returned his greeting, her expression warm and comforting.
Shaking off the momentary lapse, Ash regained his composure, his excitement resurfacing. "I'm so happy you came!" he said, his eyes—now fixed on hers—sparkled with a mix of happiness and a newfound wariness towards Serena's allure. The atmosphere around them seemed to buzz with the energy.
Serena's voice filled with kind enthusiasm as she responded to Ash, "I'm so happy to be here." She gestured towards Arven with a friendly nod, acknowledging his company. "I was just telling Arven how amazing this place is!" she added, her eyes sweeping across the stadium, taking in its lively atmosphere.
Ash's grin widened in response, his eyes following Serena's gaze as they both admired the surroundings. He glanced down momentarily, noticing Pikachu and Sylveon engaging in a friendly greeting, their playful interactions adding to the cheerful ambience. Pikachu chirped happily, its tail wagging as it nuzzled up to Sylveon, who responded with graceful movements of its ribbon-like feelers.
Looking back at Serena, Ash's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Yeah, it's awesome!" he agreed enthusiastically. His tone not just conveying his admiration for the arena.
Nemona's voice rang out with cheerful exuberance as she approached the group. "Serena! I knew you'd come!" she exclaimed, her eyes bright with delight. Pawmo waved its little paws at both Serena and Sylveon in a friendly greeting from Nemona's shoulder
Turning to Arven, Nemona wore a smug expression, her eyes gleaming with playful triumph. "And I see you couldn't resist the allure of battle yourself? Thought you said you weren't coming?" she teased, her tone light but pointed.
Arven, caught off guard by Nemona's comment, looked both embarrassed and slightly annoyed. "I wasn't but then…" he started, his voice trailing off as he glanced towards Serena, silently seeking her assistance.
Serena, sensing Arven's discomfort, laughed light and melodically. "I needed help getting here! Arven was kind enough to show me where to go!" she explained, her smile appreciative.
Nemona, still holding on to her playful demeanor, made a face, her eyebrows raised in mock surprise. "Arven was… helpful?" she asked, making a face.
Arven, feeling the weight of Nemona's teasing, rolled his eyes in a show of exasperation. He gave a small, resigned shrug, his tone carrying a hint of begrudging admission. "She's really nice. It was hard not to be," he said, his words acknowledging Serena's pleasant demeanor.
Ash, overhearing the exchange, chimed in with heartfelt sincerity, his voice filled with admiration. "Serena's the nicest person I know!" he declared unashamedly, his statement reflecting his genuine respect and affection for her.
At Ash's comment, a soft blush tinged Serena's cheeks. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of pleasure and a hint of shyness, touched by his open acknowledgment of her character in front of his friends.
"Hey there," the tall man Serena had not recognized suddenly interrupted and began introducing himself. "I'm Brock, you must be Serena. It's nice to officially meet you. I'm the new pokémed professor here—long-time friend of Ash's"
"It's so nice to meet you!" Serena flashed the pokédoctor a brilliant smile, one that made Ash's gaze subtly shifted to Brock, his expression carrying a hint of suspicion and protectiveness. He didn't want his long-time friend making any of his usual flirtatious moves, especially around Serena.
"Um, you can relax." Arven muttered uncomfortably, as though resigned that he should have to be the one to say this. "She doesn't exactly meet the age minimum for your friend," Arven coughed for only Ash to hear.
Ash caught the undertone of Arven's remark, a faint embarrassed smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he acknowledged the truth in the statement. "Yea, uh, right." However, he did not relax his subtly protective stance.
"What made you want to be a Pokémon doctor?" Serena's question, asked with genuine curiosity and interest, drew the group's attention back to the conversation. She looked at Brock earnestly, her blue eyes reflecting a sincere desire to get to know him.
Brock, visibly appreciative of her interest, took a moment to gather his thoughts before responding. "Well, for a while I was a gym leader in Pewter City, in Kanto. I was Ash's first gym battle, actually," he began, a hint of nostalgia in his voice as he glanced at Ash. "However, I always preferred raising and caring for Pokémon more than battling. It's always been about their well-being for me." He paused, reflecting on the path that had led him to his current profession. "This eventually led to me going into the pokémed school. I wanted to understand more about Pokémon health, to be able to take care of them in the best way possible." Brock's expression was one of contentment and pride. "And—well, here I am today," he concluded with a friendly nod.
Ash watched the interaction between Serena and Brock with a sense of contentment. His eyes moved back and forth between the two, observing the genuine curiosity in Serena's gaze and the comfortable ease with which Brock recounted his journey. It was a pleasant feeling for Ash to see one of his oldest and best friends connect with Serena.
"I would love to ask you about how you got into Showcases, Serena. And, of course, I want to know more about how someone like you ended up traveling with Ash," he said regretfully, but there was a glint in his eye and he appeared trying not to laugh, "But I actually have to go. I'll be battling in one of the exhibition matches." There was a certain excitement in his tone, mixed with the disappointment of having to leave the conversation.
Brock's words, tinged with a hint of playful curiosity, caught both Ash and Serena slightly off guard. Ash's face betrayed a flicker of discomfort, a slight crease forming on his forehead as he processed Brock's remark.
Serena, meanwhile, felt a warmth spread across her cheeks, a blush threatening to surface at Brock's teasing. Her smile was polite yet guarded, an attempt to steer clear of the unspoken implications of Brock's words. "Of course!" she managed to say.
The group collectively expressed their goodbyes, with friendly waves and words of encouragement for Brock's upcoming battle. Pikachu chirped energetically, while Grookey clapped its hands in anticipation of the matches. As they waved Brock off and moved to find their own seats, the atmosphere was slightly charged, a subtle tension lingering in the air.
"Let's find Aliquis and the others!" Nemona suggested. She took the lead, guiding the group towards a different section of the stadium where their friends were likely seated.
The stone benches of the stadium were steep and uneven in places, a characteristic feature of the outdoor arena. As the group navigated through the rows, Serena, caught up in the excitement and slightly distracted by the crowd, misstepped. Her foot caught the edge of a stone bench, causing her to stumble forward unsteadily.
In a swift, reflexive motion, Ash reached out, his hand grasping Serena's wrist just in time to steady her. His grip was firm yet gentle, ensuring she didn't fall.
Serena looked up, her eyes wide with a mix of surprise and relief. A flush of gratitude and something more complex colored her cheeks, her heart skipping a beat at the unexpected physical contact. It had been a long time since she'd felt his fingers on her skin.
Ash, too, felt a jolt of surprise at the suddenness of the moment. His brown eyes met hers, conveying concern and a hint of something more, an unspoken connection that seemed to spark between them. He quickly steadied her, his grip loosening but lingering just a moment longer than necessary.
"Are you okay?" Ash asked, his voice laced with genuine concern.
Serena nodded, regaining her composure. She gave him her best reassuring, casual smile. "Yes, thanks!" She gently pulled her wrist free as she avoided his gaze for a moment, trying to mask the flurry of emotions his touch had stirred.
Goh, who walked behind the two, looked at Grookey and made a face that seemed to contort all of his features. "What is happening?" the city boy muttered to himself, pulling out his Rotom Phone as though the action comforted him.
Arven just rolled his eyes.
xxxxx
It didn't take long for them to find Aliquis, Hohma, and Ohara. It did take a while, however, for Nemona to convince the former two that Serena, Kalos Queen, would be sitting with them.
Aliquis, usually composed and somewhat aloof, couldn't hide his astonishment. His eyes widened slightly, and he took a moment to adjust his blue hair, as if trying to appear more presentable. The usually confident trainer seemed momentarily taken aback by Serena's presence.
Hohma, on the other hand, was more openly starstruck. His friendly face lit up with excitement, his eyes sparkling behind his rounded glasses. He looked at Serena as if she were a rare Pokémon he'd only ever read about in books. A mix of admiration and nervousness played across his features, his usual cheerful demeanor tinged with a hint of shyness.
Nemona, sensing their hesitation, nudged them along to make their introductions. "Go on!" Nemona whispered through gritted teeth, a bit embarrassed by their reaction, "She's really nice!" she encouraged.
Taking the cue from Nemona, Aliquis and Hohma gathered their composure. Aliquis cleared his throat and leaned forward, offering a polite, somewhat reserved greeting. "It's nice to meet you, Serena. I've heard a lot about your performances," he said, his voice regaining its usual steady tone.
Hohma, meanwhile, seemed to muster all his courage before speaking. "Wow, it's so cool to meet the Kalos Queen in person! I was a big fan of your showcase last night," he exclaimed, his words enthusiastic but respectful.
Ohara greeted Serena with a pleasant smile, her Fuecoco resting contentedly on her lap. "Good to see you again, Serena!" she said, her tone carrying a hint of pride. She then turned to the others, eager to share a bit about their previous encounter. "I met her during the Welcome Night rehearsals," she explained, her expression reflecting a mix of gratification and excitement at having had the opportunity to interact with the Kalos Queen before the rest of the group.
Serena responded with her characteristic warmth and grace, her smile genuine as she greeted each of them. The initial awkwardness soon dissipated, replaced by a friendly and welcoming atmosphere as they all settled down to enjoy the upcoming battle exhibitions.
Ash took his seat next to Serena, his posture slightly leaning towards her as he settled down. Pikachu sat on his lap, while Serena's Sylveon curled up at the performer's feet. Ash glanced at Serena with an attentive gaze, an unconscious display of his interest in her presence. His eyes subtly took in her appearance again, looking from the necklace resting on her elegant neckline to the way her blonde hair framed her face, highlighting her expressive blue eyes. He tried not to feel disappointed in noticing the ribbon's absence.
There was a subtle care in the way Ash positioned himself next to her. He began fiddling with the collar of his shirt and readjusting his cap over his hair. He felt his attention divide itself between the excitement of the upcoming battle exhibitions and Serena's company. He had a lot of questions to ask her, and so much he wanted to tell her himself.
But so did everyone else apparently, as Nemona and the others bombarded Serena with all kinds of questions about her time in Hoenn, her becoming Kalos Queen, and her coming to Paldea.
Ash chuckled, seeing he'd have to wait his turn. For now, the proximity to her seemed to bring a quiet contentment to him.
As the first exhibition battle drew nearer, the energy in the stadium intensified. The hum of conversations and laughter steadily grew into a chorus of excitement, reverberating throughout the arena. Students and spectators, clad in Scarlet Academy's vibrant colors, filled the seats, their faces alight with anticipation.
The rhythmic clapping of hands and stomping of feet began to echo around the stadium, a spontaneous expression of the crowd's eagerness. The sound swelled like a wave, gaining momentum as more and more joined in, creating a thunderous cacophony that seemed to shake the very ground of the arena.
At last, a young man walked out into the center of the arena; a microphone in hand. He was ostentatiously dripping in gaudy Scarlet Academy attire—bright orange breeches, an orange tophat, and he had even dyed his mustache orange.
Nemona, always eager to share her knowledge of the school's traditions and events, leaned towards everyone and explained, "That's Talin Reyes. He's on the student council—does events. He announces the battles! Other students will act as referees during the matches." Her voice carried a hint of admiration for the well-organized event and the roles students played in it.
"He looks ridiculous," Arven muttered.
Nemona threw a piece of gum at him.
Arven shuddered.
The group turned their attention back to Talin as he took his position. With a microphone in hand, he began to introduce the first set of competitors, holding the microphone with a practiced ease. His voice, clear and resonant, effortlessly reached every corner of the stadium, commanding the attention of the eager crowd.
"Ladies and gentlemen, trainers and Pokémon enthusiasts!" Talin began grandiosely. "Welcome to the Scarlet Academy Battle Exhibitions! Today, we are thrilled to present a series of thrilling three-on-three battles that showcase the skills and strategies of our esteemed faculty and talented students."
He paused for dramatic effect, allowing the crowd's excitement to build. "Our first two battles will feature members of our distinguished faculty, demonstrating their expertise and battle prowess. These matches are not just battles; they are lessons in strategy, technique, and the bond between trainer and Pokémon."
Talin's eyes sparkled as he moved on to the highlight of the event. "And for our final match, we have a spectacular showdown between two champions! First, we have our very own student council president and last year's Student Champion of the Ace Tournament, Nemona! She has proven her skills time and again and is ready to defend her title!"
The crowd cheered, some chanting Nemona's name, as she waved from her seat confidently to her supporters.
"And her challenger," Talin continued, his voice rising with excitement, "is none other than the Monarch of the World, Ash Ketchum! A renowned Pokémon Trainer whose exploits and victories have echoed across regions. Ash brings his world-class experience to our Academy, promising an exciting match!"
The stadium erupted in a roar of applause and shouts, the name "Ash" echoing like a battle cry. His fans—many of the girls—expressed their support, creating a vibrant tapestry of excitement and anticipation.
Ash felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him. His cheeks flushed slightly, and he gave a sheepish grin, clearly unaccustomed to such fervent adulation in such a setting. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, trying to downplay the overwhelming attention.
Serena, observing Ash's reaction, couldn't help but give him a knowing look. Her eyes twinkled with amusement and a hint of empathy, understanding all too well the mixed feelings that came with being in the spotlight. She leaned in slightly, her lips curling into a small, teasing smile saying, "Don't worry, at least it's not a big crowd."
Ash caught her gaze and, despite his initial discomfort, found himself relaxing a bit, chuckling. Serena's expression, both playful and understanding, helped ground him. For a moment, it felt as though she were the only one looking at him. His mind flashed briefly to what it had been like back in Kalos, when the eyes of the world hadn't been watching his every move. He let out another small chuckle, acknowledging the absurdity and the honor of the situation. Ash finally managed to tear his eyes away from Serena's, and turn his attention back to the arena, ready to focus on the battles ahead.
xxxxx
Gary Oak arrived in Mesagoza in the late morning via bus. The city teemed with colorful life and energy as the clear late summer sun bathed everything in a dusty gold light. Gary and his Umbreon ascended the city steps, weaving through the towering buildings that neighbored quaint, terracotta-roofed houses. In the distance, they could hear the sounds of lively music mixed with the city's everyday din.
Gary, dressed in a polished work suit and holding a briefcase, felt somewhat out of place amidst the casual hustle of the streets. The suit, lent to him by Larry, was impeccably tailored, giving him a refined, professional appearance. It was a sharp contrast to his usual attire, which was more suited for research and exploration. The fabric of the suit moved smoothly with him, suggesting both comfort and style, but Gary seemed to carry it with a touch of unease, not fully accustomed to such formal wear.
"You need to start looking the part," Larry had said, having brought Gary into his Medali offices the next day after their meeting. "And drop the whole salesman pitch. That was good to get you in, but it won't get you far into Area Zero."
"Well then, what am I supposed to pose as?" Gary had asked, feeling as though the whole situation was getting a bit too complicated and difficult.
Larry had given Gary a grim smile. "You're going to have to be a bounty hunter—for Pokémon, of course."
Gary had stood stunned by the suggestion, absorbing the gravity of Larry's suggestion. His shock had been evident in his wide-eyed expression, reflecting a mix of disbelief and apprehension. "A bounty hunter? What are you talking about?" he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of incredulity and even anger.
Larry, maintaining a serious demeanor, had continued with a cautionary tone. "Listen, I've thought about this. You won't actually have to catch any Pokémon immorally, but," he paused, choosing his words carefully, "powerful people like to have powerful Pokémon. Of course, they rarely ever take the time to train their familiars and catch Pokémon themselves. They pay people to do that. Now, I have a hunch that a lot of people want in on Area Zero for the powerful Pokémon that might be there. If you present yourself as a capable hunter, with a reputation for catching dangerous and powerful Pokémon, you hint at your willingness to brave Area Zero…for a price. I bet the right people will take you up on it, if you tread carefully. This is all highly illegal, so you can't attract attention. It has to be subtle. But if you get even just one client, they will have to give you any information they know on the crater, which should help you find a way in."
Gary, still grappling with the idea, had frowned, the weight of the responsibility and the moral ambiguity of the role weighing heavily on his mind. He looked at Larry, his eyes searching for assurance in the older man's steady gaze. The prospect of posing as a bounty hunter, even under the guise of legality and morality, was a far cry from his typical research-oriented approach and his moral compass as a whole! Yet, the potential to gain access to Area Zero and the untapped knowledge it promised was too enticing to dismiss outright.
The young researcher had known that if he were to accept this role, it would require a level of discretion and cunning he hadn't exercised before. The thought of venturing into such uncharted territory, both literally and figuratively, sent a thrill of excitement mixed with a dose of anxiety through him.
As they continued through the streets of Mesagoza, Gary glanced down at Umbreon, his trusted companion, whose sleek black fur and unwavering presence offered a silent reassurance. With a deep breath, Gary steeled himself for the task ahead.
Taking out his Rotom phone, he looked up the directions to the Mesagoza Grand Hotel. He needed to check in and get ready before the City-Council Luncheon, which Larry had instructed him to attend.
"You'll meet a guy named Bob," Larry had said, dismissing Gary's eye roll. "He's a colleague. I'll tell him to help you out—introduce you to people, show you the ropes of a socialite. Please don't go in guns blazing. You'll need to take some time to socialize, you know, attend shows, dinners, parties. Maybe get a pretty girl to go with you. Those old men love to flirt."
Gary had snorted. "I'll do my best."
Before the researcher had left Larry's office, briefcases and suits in hand, the gym leader had stopped him. "Above all, Gary—be careful. These men, well, they're dangerous. Have your best team with you. Always."
Remembering this, Gary instinctively felt for the pokéballs at his belt beneath his blazer. With a sigh, he ran a nervous hand through his auburn hair, and moved towards the hotel.
Sorry if you saw an obscene amount of mechanical errors this time around, but editing 35 pages is a b*tch.
I'm excited for the next chapter, there will be a LOT of cute moments between Ash and Serena as they begin to reconnect and rekindle. This fic will not be a slow burn. Let's call it a "medium to quick" burn? Haha—but I do think Ash needs some time to realize his own feelings in order to be slightly realistic. Now, once he does realize those feelings, things will progress.
Some thoughts on that: There will be some steamy moments—not sure how steamy I want to get, but if I do go more explicit, you will find that on AO3, with ample warning. However, I don't really like smut for smut's sake. I like it in the context of two people exploring their relationship and growing deeper and closer to one another. Basically, my philosophy is if you have sex in a story, it better be to further character development and a relationship. But hey, if you don't care either way then cool. I'm just saying that I'm not going to be writing over the top sex scenes just to have them in here. Sorry. But I am just warning you that things will get mature gradually. Again, more mature scenes will be on AO3, PG-13 edits will remain on .
Alright, until next time!
Next update: Sunday, January 7th.
