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Chapter Amended: April 9th

Geeta's overall persona has been changed. She should come off as more pragmatic, calm, and a bit detached.

The conversation has been altered slightly, but revealed information is the same.


Chapter 9: Falling


In his office, Clavell leaned back in his chair, his gaze drifting out the window. He massaged his temples, a clear sign of the mounting pressures of another year as director. Each new challenge seemed more daunting than the last, casting a shadow over his responsibilities.

As his stare shifted to a distant point in his office, the director's thoughts turned to Ash. He pondered the timing of Ash's arrival in Paldea, recognizing the potential opportunity it presented amidst the current uncertainties. Yet, Clavell couldn't help but feel a twinge of concern. Ash, now revered as the Monarch, carried with him a weight of expectations and unspoken responsibilities that often accompanied such a title.

Because of this, Clavell had to wonder: why had Ash really come to Paldea? It was true that Ash was still young, perhaps seeking new challenges or adventures, but at first Clavell had thought he'd been sent given the circumstances…

Had the Council of Champions really not reached out to the boy? Clavell mused over this, the lines on his forehead deepening. The Monarch's title was not just for show; it came with duties and obligations that extended beyond battles and championships. Was Ash possibly running away from these responsibilities, or was he unaware of them?

Across from him, Geeta sat rigid in her chair, an image of eerie confidence. She alway appeared unsettlingly stoic and feline—as though nothing truly perturbed her. Her long black hair, tinged with a striking violet-blue hue, cascaded over her shoulders, matching the intensity of her eyes. Dressed in a sharp black blazer and pants, she exuded an air of authority. The indigo, fingerless gloves she wore complemented her collared shirt, accentuating her intimidating presence. As she studied the rows of books behind Clavell's desk, her voice took on a low quality. "I suppose we could be in trouble," she mused, seemingly unbothered by the gravity of whatever situation she implied. "Governor Isabel is falling behind in the polls and Eduardo Navarro is going to endorse García. It seems as though the dynamics of power are shifting…"

Clavell's frown deepened at her words. "It means that, if elected, he will lift any sanctions on Area Zero for Tera industries. And all of our research on the crater will be restricted or completely made off limits." The director exhaled a heavy sigh from his nostrils, his frustration made evident in the tense shoulders he felt rising to his ears. "Do you ever bring good news?" he asked, half-jokingly but with an undertone of genuine concern. He always felt unsettled by these impromptu visits by the chairwoman.

Geeta's expression shifted subtly, her lips curling into a wry, almost too-intense smile. Her dark eyes did not leave the books. "No, actually. That is why I am not very well liked," she replied rather evenly and without emotion. "Let's see… Well, we still have three months before the elections. That is something to consider." She paused, her gaze briefly flitting towards the window before returning to Clavell.

Clavell leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping against the armrest. "Anything else?" he inquired, his tone edged.

The Paldean champion's stare narrowed as she leaned forward. "I've heard that there are Paradox Pokémon on the loose in Paldea, Clavell. Do you know anything about this?" Her voice trailed, something flashing in her stare as though her words had been carefully calculated.

Clavell's response was immediate, a sharp intake of breath betraying his surprise. "T-that's true," he muttered—he had meant to tell La Primera about the Koraidon as soon as the more trivial conversation had subsided. However, he was not surprised she already knew about them…but the director was curious as to where she had obtained her information.

Geeta watched Clavell for a response, like a Persian languidly observing from a perch.

The director leaned forward, his hands clasped tightly. "Who did you hear that from?" he replied with more nonchalance than he felt.

Geeta sighed, though she did not appear perturbed. "Larry has been investigating such things, I know. His messenger Pigeys are everywhere. He believed it is his 'business' to know these things," her eyes out the word 'business' with a hint of irritation, clearly aggravated with the Medali gym-leader for some reason or other.

Clavell's brow furrowed as he pondered Geeta's words, his fingers drumming a steady rhythm on the polished surface of his desk. "Do you think all of this then has to do with Turo's obsession with…with her?" His voice carried a mix of curiosity and apprehension, the question seeming to weigh heavily on him.

Leaning back in her chair, Geeta said nothing. Rather she gave a noncommittal shrug, her expression clouded. "I do not know, Clavell," she eventually deigned to reply, though her tone was distant and cold, "There are such strange things happening in there, and we do not know the half of it. We should know more…We should be able to do more…"

Clavell's lips tightened into a thin line, his gaze shifting to a distant point in the room. He had sensed a growing restlessness in Geeta, an impatience with something he could not identify.

After a moment, Geeta moved, her hands clasping together, her eyes narrowing in a reflective manner. "And I just do not understand how our oligarchy of governors turns their eyes away from all of this…If only people desired a true betterment of the state. A paradise."

Clavell paused. There was something about the conversation that didn't seem to sit well with him. He felt like a shroud was being pulled over his eyes, as though something before him were entirely obvious but he could not see it.

Eventually, the director nodded solemnly, his gaze returning to meet Geeta's with a sad, wistful expression. "Most things in the real world never are as they appear in your books, my dear. Most of the oligarchs—unlike Isabel—have been bought…" He paused, a sense of resignation creeping into his voice. "Eduardo Navarro's advisor has proven to be more of a strategic pain than any of us could have imagined."

Geeta raised a perfect, waxed eyebrow, a rare spark of surprise igniting in her eyes. Her features tightened, as though struggling to keep them under control. "Hamber?" Her question carried a hint of wary skepticism.

Clavell's expression grew grave as he spoke, his voice laden with concern. "You haven't noticed? He is very adept at blending into the scene... and yet he never leaves Navarro's side." His words carried the weight of deep unease. "They say the man is his financial advisor—but I believe he does more. Think about it, Geeta, Navarro was never one to enter the political scene, and now... ten years ago when Hamber was hired, all of that changed. Tera Industries began to lobby for more access to the crater despite getting all they needed from the mines around the exterior—more money than I've ever seen appears to be funding their research—and Navarro himself looks..." Clavell trailed off, struggling to articulate his thoughts. "I just do not understand their intentions. All within the last five years, you have Turo, Navarro—and even Márquez from Paldea Tech—obsessed with Area Zero. We have no idea why."

Suddenly, the director paused, looking at Geeta with a nervous stare from across his spectacles. "Why has the Council of Champions not investigated?"

Geeta's lips formed a thin line, her dark features going pale. "I think you are reading too much into things. Surely this isn't something for the Council of Champions to—"

Their discussion was suddenly interrupted by the hurried entrance of Jacq, who appeared both frantic and winded. "We found strange activity occurring in the Southern Province—Area Three, to be more precise," he announced, trying to catch his breath. "Readings on the seismograph appear odd. Like—there should be earthquakes or tremors around the area but... they're... not really following a pattern. It is around the same area we believe an Herba Mystica may be. Do we send a team to investigate?"

Clavell's gaze was contemplative as he leaned back in his chair, pondering the situation with a strategic mind. "No. Our scientists are being watched…" he mumbled, his fingers tapping against the desk. "Let's send Arven to search the area for the Herba Mystica, and have Ash look into what is causing the disturbances nearby. He should be more than capable of doing that, but I'm sure it is nothing. We've seen such strange readings before."

Geeta's gaze was piercing as she processed this information. "Arven? Arven as in Turo son?" Her tone was borderline incredulous, though she managed to keep it contained as though her words issued out from a far-off tunnel. "My impression was that you were simply keeping an eye on the boy, not involving him with your investigations…"

Clavell adjusted his glasses, a cold chill sweeping up his spine. "Well," he began, his voice measured, "I thought I'd make him useful. Test his loyalty, see if he can be trusted." There was a calculated edge to his words, hinting at something deeper at play.

Geeta looked at Jacq, her expression unsettling and strange. The biology professor, caught in the crossfire of the conversation, murmured something unintelligible and scratched the back of his wild, tousled hair.

La Primera then leaned forward, her hands splayed as if expecting an answer to materialize in them. "Well," she said, her tone cold and expectant, "can he be trusted? Have you found out if he knows anything about Turo's disappearance?" Her inquiry was direct, almost too demanding for the moment.

Clavell stood from his desk, adjusting the cuffs of his bright blazer, the weight of the situation evident in his posture. "Well," he started, his voice warbling ever so slightly, "I am working on it. Believe it or not, he says that a month ago Turo was spotted and left a Koraidon in Arven's care at the lighthouse. The Pokémon escaped and is…well, now with the current Monarch."

At this revelation, Geeta merely blinked, though her lips contorted into an imperceptible frown. "What?" She turned to lay a keen stare upon Jacq.

The biologist, seemingly intimidated by her intensity, awkwardly hid behind his clipboard. "Yeah…" he offered tentatively, his voice faltering under Geeta's scrutinizing gaze. The biologist couldn't help but wonder—not for the first time—at how La Primera could be both terrifying, beautiful, and utterly alien all at once.

Geeta spun back to face Clavell, her frustration palpable. "You are informing me that the Monarch not only knows about the loose Paradox Pokémon, but that there is actually one in his possession?" she repeated almost for confirmation.

Clavell, however, responded with an unexpected, though discomposed, chuckle, his voice dropping to a lower register in his uncertainty. "Actually," he said with a slight hint of amusement, "he knows about two."

Geeta paused, her demeanor shifting as she processed this new information. A thoughtful expression crossed her face as she deliberated how to proceed. It was clear she was choosing not to be rattled by this information. "Well this certainly got interesting…" Her voice trailed off, signaling her mind was already racing with the possibilities and implications of these recent developments.

Jacq let out a heavy sigh, the weight of their conversation settling on his shoulders. "Well, yes," he began, his voice tinged with concern, "Ash has the Koraidon—injured—in his possession. Miraidon seems to be after it. We also…well…we also believe that Tera Industries are after both."

Geeta's gaze darted between Jacq and Clavell, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Did you tell Arven that?" she looked truly angered by the possibility.

Clavell responded with a short, indignant huff, "Of course not!" he exclaimed, rubbing his temples as if trying to ease the growing headache. Why did it matter if the boy knew? "I only told him that we have lost contact with his father, and that we will try to figure out what to do with this…Koraidon."

Geeta sank back into her chair and crossed his legs, her hands resting on her knee. A blank expression canvassed her face, signaling that her thoughts truly were moving elsewhere. After a while, La Primera allowed a slow exhalation to part her lips, her eyes a mask of calm. "This world truly is so imperfect. If only one could wipe away the impurities and make it as beautiful as me," she intoned rather strangely, her eyes taking on a hazy look.

Clavell only chuckled dryly, despite feeling mildly unsettled. "Well, at least your spirits don't seem unsettled by anything."

Geeta nodded, her dark eyes finding the window and peering out at the cloudless sky. "Clavell," she began, a new thought entering her mind, "you need to insert yourself more in the political scene. If you say Tera Industries is after Koraidon and Miraidon, perhaps you can focus on proving this. Get the police to open up an investigation. If this all happens—even if the investigation cannot be completed—perhaps it harms García's campaign seeing as he is associated with Navarro." She was speaking rapidly, as though the plan were forming in real-time.

Clavell also fixed his gaze on the view outside his window. His hands were clasped behind his back, a gesture that conveyed a hint of tension. The idea made sense, but it seemed to be such a strange change in subject. "What is the next event I should attend?" he inquired, his voice steady but reflective.

"The Midsummer Gala," Geeta replied immediately, as though expecting the question. She turned her attention towards Jacq, her eyes flashing mischievously as she continued with an odd, juxtaposing seriousness. "Speaking of which, I need to find a date."

Jacq scoffed, blushing, and suddenly felt as though he were shrinking.

"I'm afraid I'm too old for you, my dear," Clavell chuckled, attempting to bring some levity to the conversation. However, he eventually nodded affirmatively, turning away from the window to face them. "But be sure that I will attend and do what I can."

Geeta smiled, but the expression did not reach her dark, brewing eyes. "Very well, then," she declared with an air of anticipation, "The other event happens to be a showcase—Friday night. I don't know if you've heard, but one of your own colleagues, Lebarón, has managed to convince the Kalos Queen to give grand performances at our lovely capital. Her opening show is tomorrow. Guillermo has practically invited all the dignitaries in the region to see this girl. You know his eyes are set on the mayorship." Geeta's expression grew serious again, scrutinizing Clavell as though to gauge his response.

The director rubbed his face. "Lebarón is…," he sighed, as though giving up on trying to articulate his thoughts. "I suppose I can attend the showcase as well."

"I will see you there." Geeta nodded. She then directed her gaze back to Jacq, playfully dusting off a nonexistent speck from his lab coat before exiting the room with a strange flourish, as if stardust glistened in her wake.

xxxxx

After the grueling Blitz tryouts, Ash felt every movement as a reminder of his aching muscles and the physical toll the day had taken on him. The sun had long set by the time he and Goh managed to trudge back to their dorms, their bodies weary and craving rest. A cold shower did little to revive Ash's spirits or soothe his soreness, and for once, even the thought of food didn't appeal to him. That really threw Pikachu for a loop. The fatigue was unlike anything he had experienced, reminding him a little of when he bonded with Greninja all those years ago.

Nevertheless, Ash found himself mechanically making his way to the cafeteria with Goh, propelled more by habit than hunger. The meal was a quiet affair, with only the clinking of cutlery and the occasional murmur of conversation filling the air. Hohma, Ohara, and Aliquis appeared just as exhausted; Ohara having practiced with the orchestra all afternoon and Hohma having organized STEM club meetings. Nemona's reminder that classes were starting the next morning did little to lift the mood; it was just another weight added to everyone's already exhausted shoulders.

Like two zombies, Ash and Goh made it back to their room much earlier than anyone else. Ash thought of Koraidon, feeling a twinge of guilt for not being able to let the Pokémon out that evening. But he simply did not have the energy right now. He made a silent promise to make it up to the Pokémon the next night. Right now, however, his body was begging for sleep.

Collapsing into bed, Ash was engulfed by the comforting darkness. The familiar, soft bedding was a small relief. He barely had time to process a coherent thought before sleep claimed him, dragging him into a deep, dreamless slumber.

xxxxx

The following morning, Ash awoke feeling a contradictory blend of worse and better. His muscles ached more intensely than the day before, each movement sending twinges of pain through his body, yet he felt rested, his mind clear and alert. Beside him, Pikachu and Grookey were a burst of energy, bouncing excitedly on their respective trainers' beds, their enthusiasm a stark contrast to Ash and Goh's sluggish gestures.

Groggily, Ash and Goh got dressed in their uniforms, foregoing breakfast for extra sleep. (Really, both trainers didn't even recognize themselves anymore.) As Ash adjusted his tie, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His hat sat at its usual jaunty angle atop his head, and despite the muscle stiffness, there was a spark of excitement in his eyes. This was a new day, a new challenge, and he was ready to meet it head-on.

And he would finally get a chance to speak with Serena.

With a final check of his appearance, Ash grabbed his notebooks, tucking them securely under his arm. Goh did the same, adding a pen behind his ear for good measure. Despite the lingering fatigue, the two boys couldn't help but grin at each other, a shared sense of anticipation and readiness for the day ahead.

"Alright, so which class is first?" As Goh scratched his chin over this, a series of urgent knocks echoed through their room, immediately followed by Nemona's energetic voice piercing the air from the other side of the door.

"Good morning, now let's go! First up is Biology with Professor Jacq!" She was practically yelling—which Goh supposed was normal.

Ash, with a mix of amusement and resignation, reached over to open the door. Nemona burst through and was on the verge of barreling into the room until Aliquis, who seemed to be perpetually prepared for Nemona's boundless energy, gently held her back by the arm.

"Isn't it great that since we're in the Battle School together we all have the same schedule? We'll also see Hohma and Ohara for some of our core classes!" Nemona beamed, her excitement infectious. Pawmo chattered happily on her shoulder.

Goh, adjusting his school jacket for a more refined appearance, responded with a muted "Super," his tone laced with a hint of sarcasm. Despite his feigned disinterest, there was a subtle glint of curiosity in his eyes.

Soon enough, the group found themselves making their way to the Biology Lab, stepping into a room that was a seamless blend of traditional learning space and cutting-edge laboratory. The classroom section was arranged with large desks, each designed to seat two students comfortably. These desks were all oriented towards the front of the room, where a high-tech board and lectern stood, ready for Professor Jacq's instruction.

The other half of the room was dedicated to the laboratory, a space equipped with sleek, modern benches that housed an array of sophisticated equipment. Each bench was outfitted with high-powered microscopes, digital scales accurate to the minutest measurements, and various other instruments for detailed biological analysis. Glass cabinets along the walls were filled with neatly labeled reagents, slides, and samples, while the far end of the lab held more specialized equipment like centrifuges and spectrophotometers.

As the commencement bell rang, signaling the start of the class, Ash and company found Hohma and Ohara sitting somewhere in the middle of the room. Professor Jacq, his purple hair wild and disheveled around his boyish features, took center stage at the lectern. He began by outlining the course, explaining that they would delve into various aspects of Pokémon biology, from genetics to physiology. Though a bit disorganized and scattered in his thoughts, he managed to get through most of the syllabus, discussing the hands-on experiments and field research opportunities that would complement their theoretical learning.

The second half of class, Jacq took time to familiarize the students with the lab equipment. Goh almost lit his notebooks on fire with a bunsen burner. Ash accidentally shot water up his eyes at the emergency sink, where he was supposed to be "modeling" how to turn on the water, not actually creating a scene with the spigot. Jacq continued on, demonstrating the proper use of each piece, emphasizing safety and precision. Goh was particularly intrigued by the advanced microscopes, capable of revealing the most minute details of Pokémon cells, and the DNA sequencers that could unravel the genetic secrets of different Pokémon species. The cityboy thought Gary would find that all pretty cool.

Two hours flew by in a mix of lecture and interactive discussion. Before they knew it, the bell rang again, signaling the end of the first period.

Before Ash and Goh left, Jacq held them back. "Hey! How's our special friend," he asked, referring to Koraidon after all of the other students had filtered out of the room. "Did it respond well to the Herba Mystica?"

Ash nodded, scratching the back of his neck. "Yea, it really perked up," he explained, but looked a bit guilty, "I meant to take it yesterday, but I was so tired after the Blitz tryouts…but I'll find a place to let Koraidon out tonight to see how it's doing!"

Jacq nodded, an understanding smile on his face. "Sounds great. Just keep us posted…I think we may have a lead on where another Herba Mystica is, but…I have to talk to Arven," the biology professor's face contorted as though he were holding back, "Anyway, we'll be in touch."

Ash and Goh nodded before Nemona popped back into the room to indicate that the two should follow her to their next class. They walked with Aliquis, Hohma, and Ohara, who apparently shared the next lecture with them as well.

As they traversed the Academy's bustling halls, Nemona provided a quick rundown of their schedule, her voice energetic and informative. "On Thursdays, it looks like we have Biology, History of the Ancient World, and then Advanced Battle Strategies after the break. Tomorrow, it's Math, Languages, and then Advanced Battle Studies - Field Practice in the afternoon," she explained, pointing at the schedule in Goh's hands. "And if you make the Blitz team, that'll be your after-school elective."

Upon entering the history classroom, they were immediately struck by its unique design. The room was set up like a lecture hall but with a classical ambiance. Enormous, detailed maps of various Pokémon regions adorned the circular walls, each one a tapestry of history and exploration. At the center of the hall stood a raised platform, where Professor Raifort conducted the class in a Socratic manner. This central area also featured a state-of-the-art holographic display, around which students gathered in a semi-circle, allowing for an immersive learning experience.

Each student was assigned a hefty textbook titled The Origins of the Pokémon World , a comprehensive guide to the ancient history of the Pokémon universe. The text delved deep into the lore and legends of various regions. Ash flipped through it, a little intimidated.

As the class progressed, the young champion found himself slightly overwhelmed by the sheer volume of reading required, not just for history, but for biology as well. The thought of juggling extensive homework with his other commitments seemed daunting. Reading had never been his strongest suit, and the prospect of keeping up with the academics was a challenge he hadn't fully prepared himself for. Nonetheless, there was an underlying excitement to learning so much about the world he loved, and he resolved to do his best to stay afloat.

After a while, Ash sat somewhat distracted, his attention drifting in and out of Professor Raifort's lecture. His thoughts were preoccupied with something, or rather someone, else. In about five hours, he calculated, Serena would be on campus for her dance class. This knowledge sent a thrill of anticipation and unease through him. Nemona had mentioned that the Blitz tryouts would wrap up earlier today, so he really hoped he would be able to catch Serena at the end of her class and then…well, he hadn't really gotten that far. Heck, he wasn't exactly sure what he would do. Part of him didn't really want to meet her at all.

The second bell rang through the halls of the academy, its clear tone signaling the end of another class period and the beginning of their break. Students filed out of their classrooms in a steady stream, conversations and laughter filling the air.

Hohma, he and his Quaxly wearing broad smiles, explained to Ash and Goh, "It's not time for lunch yet, but we get a chance to catch a breather before the next class."

The cafeteria was alive with the vibrant energy of the student body. The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the air, creating a cozy atmosphere within the stone walls. Students clustered around the food counters, where an array of snacks had been put together. Mountains of bread, cheeses, olives, chips, and small saucers of olive oil seemed to glitter on display.

Each group member made their selection, with Ash and Goh opting for bread and soda. Lots of soda.

The group settled in. The conversation around Ash was light and jovial, yet his mind unwillingly kept wandering back to Serena. He really wanted to see her, he decided. And he almost wanted to skip his Battle Studies class—the class he was most looking forward to—to go find her early, but he had no idea where to look. He really needed to be better about getting people's numbers on his Rotom Phone. Actually, it was Dawn who had always teased him about being so bad about that. And bad about texting or calling people in general.

Pikachu seemed to notice Ash's day dreaming and nudged his shoulder while nibbling on a piece of bread. "Huh? Oh," Ash rested his chin on his palm. He smiled smally at Pikachu and gave him a piece of cheese. "Sorry, buddy. I think I'm just tired."

The mouse Pokémon rolled its eyes. "Pika…"

"Ok!" Nemona's voice cut through the din of the cafeteria. "Advanced Battle Studies with Dendra! This will be so great. Field Practice is even better. Sometimes, we go out into the wild and catch Pokémon or do Tera Raid Battles." Ash thought he saw literal hearts forming in Nemona and her Pawmo's eyes as she spoke. She clasped both her hands together and brought them beneath her cheek. "It's just the best."

"She always makes us walk like miles to get to the caves though," Aliquis grumbled, he and his Meowscarad taking a bite of some kind of filled bonbon candy.

The pleasant hum of conversation in the cafeteria began to wane as the bell rang again, its clear chime signaling the end of the break. Students around the room started gathering their belongings, preparing to head back to their respective classes. The atmosphere, once lively and relaxed, shifted as everyone readied themselves for the remainder of the school day.

Ash quickly downed the last of his orange soda, feeling the bubbled, tangy flavor linger on his tongue. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and gave Pikachu a confident thumbs up, signaling his readiness to tackle the next part of the day. Pikachu chirped, its bright eyes eager.

Beside him, Goh stretched languidly, letting out a small yawn. He rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of drowsiness. Extending an arm, he allowed Grookey to scurry up and perch comfortably on his shoulder. The small Pokémon chattered softly, its expression alert and curious.

The two trainers then followed Nemona and Aliquis out of the cafeteria. The group moved in unison, their steps synchronized as they navigated the corridors of the academy. The chatter and laughter that had filled the air moments ago gave way to a more focused, determined stride as they made their way to their next class.

The Battle Studies classroom exuded a sense of tradition, its high ceilings creating an atmosphere of grandeur. As the students entered, they were greeted by rows of desks neatly arranged to face the front of the room. Each desk was positioned to provide an unobstructed view of the primary focal point of the room—a large, interactive smart board and a lectern.

The smart board, a modern touch in contrast to the traditional architecture of the room, was an impressive piece of technology. It lay dormant against the wall, its sleek surface waiting to be activated. Upon touch, it would spring to life, displaying vibrant images and information, becoming a dynamic tool for learning and engagement.

Despite the room's spaciousness, designed to accommodate a large class of about forty students, Nemona, much to the group's initial hesitation, insisted that they all take seats at the front of the room. Her assertive nature left little room for argument, and Ash, Goh, and Aliquis found themselves occupying the front row.

"Why? Why do you insist on the front? Always?" Aliquis hissed.

Nemona stuck out her tongue. "If you hate it so much, then sit somewhere else!"

"If I do that, I can't copy your notes!"

The light-hearted banter among the students abruptly ceased as Dendra entered the classroom. Her entrance was like a sudden change in the weather—the atmosphere shifting from relaxed to alert. Dendra's appearance was striking—clad in a black jumpsuit that hugged her athletic form, adorned with gold accents that flashed as she moved. Her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, drawing attention to her intense, dark eyes that swept over the room with a penetrating gaze.

She stood at the front, her posture upright and commanding. Her voice was quick and sharp as she addressed the class, each word delivered with precision and authority. "You all here are to learn to become the best of the best in Paldea—to challenge the gym leaders across our region, and to take on the Elite Four," she stated. Her delivery was succinct, leaving no room for misinterpretation.

As Dendra laid out the course expectations, her hands moved with purpose, emphasizing her points. "In addition to readings, you will be expected to train your Pokémon team outside of class. At the end of each week—starting next Friday—we will have scrimmages, where your Pokémon will be expected to perform at a certain level." Her words were matter-of-fact, yet carried a weight that resonated throughout the classroom.

She paused briefly, her gaze piercing the room. "If you or your team should fail to keep up with the rigors of this class, you will be relegated out of Advanced Placement—understood?" Her question was rhetorical, yet it demanded a silent acknowledgment from every student.

The students exchanged glances, some nodding in understanding, others shifting uncomfortably in their seats.

"Excellent." The intensity in Dendra's demeanor hummed as she began to stride up and down the rows of desks, her eyes scanning each student with a scrutinizing gaze. Her movement was deliberate and measured, creating a static-like tension in the air. "Battling tactics... You have all encountered them, though you might not have named them. You all react to certain strategies, but do you even know why?" Her words challenged the students, prompting them to consider their own understanding of battle dynamics. "Type matchups, trick rooms, flanking, stalling—you will learn when to appropriately use such tactics and when they should be immediately discarded. Adaptability is key." Her emphasis on adaptability resonated throughout the room, instilling a sense of the complexity and fluidity of Pokémon battles.

Abruptly, Dendra halted her pacing by Brutus's desk. The silver-haired boy, who until now had been rolling his eyes with an air of arrogance, suddenly found himself under Dendra's intense stare. She leaned in close to his face, her expression stern and unyielding. "Humility, even more so."

Brutus's reaction was subtle but noticeable. His previously dismissive demeanor shifted slightly, a flicker of acknowledgment crossing his face, though he quickly masked it with a facade of indifference.

xxxxx

As the final bell of the day echoed through the classroom, Ash let out a deep sigh. He leaned over his desk, gathering his scattered belongings with a sense of weariness while Pikachu scampered onto his shoulder. His hand ached from the relentless note-taking. Picking up a pen that had rolled off to the side, he briefly examined his notes. The words seemed to dance across the page in a jumble of hurriedly scrawled letters. He scratched his head. Has his handwriting always been this sloppy? The realization that he would later have to decipher these notes brought a slight grimace to his face.

He hardly remembered eating lunch…The rapid transition from academic focus to athletic preparation felt almost surreal. Again, Ash could have sworn Nemona dragged him and Goh towards the practice fields. The midafternoon sun beamed down warmly on the grass and the lounging Cyclizars.

Soon enough, Ash, Goh, Aliquis, and Nemona were suited up in their Blitz gear, their figures silhouetted against the bright lawn. Ash had quickly gotten the familiar process of donning his own gear, yet the apparel still felt awkward and bulky. As he adjusted the strap on his helmet, a determined look crossed his face. The field stretched out before him, vibrant and inviting, its energy radiating. He took a deep breath, feeling a surge of adrenaline pumped through his sore muscles.

"Okay, let's have Green and Red go first," Nemona declared, before riding to centerfield to set up the Blitz balls.

The field ignited with anticipation as Aliquis and Laura efficiently organized the tryout participants into their respective colored squads. Nemona's energy grew contagious, her movements brisk and purposeful as she set the stage for the upcoming scrimmages.

Aliquis, his dark-blue hair tousled beneath the helmet, joined Ash and Goh on the Red Squad. Their faces were set in determination. They mounted their Cyclizars, the Pokémon's muscular forms rippling beneath them, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice.

When it was time, Ash and Goh positioned themselves as Midfielders once again, their bodies leaning forward slightly in expectancy. Beside them, Rudolfo and Gabriella, taking their places as Strikers, exchanged quick, confident glances. Across the field, Laura's Green Squad appeared equally prepared, their faces unknown to Ash but their postures revealing a similar level of commitment and skill. The strikers on their team eyed the Red Squad warily, as though attempting to size them up.

As Nemona raised the whistle to her lips, a hush fell over the field. In that moment, there was only the sound of breathing and the occasional snort from a Cyclizar. Then, with a sharp clear sound, the scrimmage burst into action, a flurry of movement as the players kicked their Cyclizars into motion, racing towards the center of the field.

Rudolfo and Gabriella, with swift and practiced movements, secured two of the blitz balls, their Cyclizars pivoting sharply to evade the opposing team's advances. The third ball, however, was swiftly captured by the Green Squad, quickly changing the dynamics of the scrimmage.

Ash's gaze locked with Milo's, the defensive midfielder on his team. In that split second of eye contact, a silent understanding passed between them, echoing Aliquis' earlier advice on the importance of communication when the balls got split up. Ash nodded slightly, a subtle signal to Milo, who responded with a quick, determined nod of his own.

"I'll fallback," Milo shouted, turning his Cylizar to pursue the Green striker now heading towards goal.

The field transformed into a strategic chessboard, with each player moving with purpose and intent. Ash's focus was sharp, his body leaning into the motion of his Cyclizar as he prepared to make his next move. Goh, a few paces away, mirrored Ash's intensity, his eyes scanning the field, ready to intercept or assist as needed.

In this high-energy atmosphere, the players' actions spoke louder than any words could, their coordination and teamwork becoming more crucial than ever in the fast-paced game. The challenge was clear, and each team member attempted to communicate through looks, shouts, and the seamless synergy of their movements.

Ash and Goh, fueled by determination, urged their Cyclizars into a swift dash, flanking Rudolfo and Gabriella, who were leading the charge with the blitz balls. Ash, with keen observation, noticed the Green Team's midfielders and defensive backs congregating into a formidable barrier, intent on halting Rudolfo and Gabriella's advance.

"Hey! Blindside then Split!" Aliquis shouted as he rode his Cyclizar up and down the sidelines to watch the field of play.

Ash's mind clicked into action, instantly decoding Aliquis' strategy: create a diversion, draw the defense's attention towards him, Goh, and the other attacking midfielder, Jonas, while allowing Rudolfo to maneuver strategically away from Gabby—the decoy for now.

The field erupted into a flurry of activity. Tackles and blocks collided in a tumultuous dance on the left field, a cacophony of strategic plays unfolding in rapid succession. Amidst the chaos, Rudolfo seized the moment, breaking away from the fray and expertly maneuvering towards the rings. With a deft feint, he outsmarted the Guard and launched the ball through the uppermost hoop, securing five points for the Red Squad.

Meanwhile, Gabby found herself dispossessed of the ball by a swift Knock Off attack elicited by a Green defensive back. However, Ash was quick to react. "Now, Blade!" Ash called to his Cyclizar using its nickname to differentiate from the others on the field. In a fluid, almost acrobatic maneuver, he leaned sideways in his saddle, scooping the ball from the ground. His eyes locked onto Rudolfo, now circling back towards him.

Ash noticed a Green Team member rushing at him, preparing a Tackle, but Ash was ready. With precision, he hurled the ball towards Blade's tail. "Power Whip!" he commanded. The Cyclizar's tail connected with the ball in a resounding thump, propelling it across the field towards the Green hoops. The moment Ash released the ball, however, he braced himself for the inevitable. Impact came swiftly; a Green Team member's Cyclizar collided with Ash's, delivering a forceful Tackle. The sudden jolt unseated Ash, nearly throwing him off balance. His grip on the reins tightened, muscles tensing as he fought to maintain his position atop the swiftly moving Cyclizar.

But down the field, Rudolfo's keen eyes followed the trajectory of Ash's ball, his body language radiating focus and determination. With a swift command, he guided his Cyclizar in a sharp turn, an about-face maneuver that was both graceful and precise. His Cyclizar galloped towards the object, closing the distance with powerful strides.

Rudolfo leaned forward, aligning himself with his Pokémon's movements. In a display of impressive athleticism, he urged his Cyclizar to flick its tail at the precise moment, striking the ball with a calculated force. The ball soared through the air, propelled by the power of the tail whip, and sailed unerringly into one of the larger hoops.

"Yea!" various members of the Red Squad cheers.

Ash and Rudolfo shared a moment of triumph, their faces alight with the thrill of their successful play. They came together and exchanged high fives, their joy evident in their wide grins and the excited clapping of their hands.

But their celebration was cut short by Aliquis' sharp command echoing across the field. "Hey, hey, hey! Balls go back into play immediately! Get back to position!"

Quickly, Ash and Rudolfo locked eyes and nodded. Without a word, they spurred their Cyclizar's onward, the Pokémon responding with a burst of speed. They refocused on the game, their eyes scanning the field where they noticed the Green Squad in possession of all three balls.

Ash zeroed in on the action, his determination renewed. He maneuvered his Cyclizar to flank one of the ball carriers, closing in on the Green striker at a horizontal angle. With precise timing, Ash called out, "Knock Off!" His Cyclizar obeyed, swiftly batting the ball from the opponent's grasp. The ball tumbled to the ground, landing with a thud that drew the attention of nearby players.

In a flash, two riders from both teams converged on the fallen object, each determined to claim it for their squad. The Cyclizars lunged forward, their bodies colliding in a flurry of Tackles. The scene was a maelstrom of motion, the Pokémon and riders jostling for control. Amid the chaos, the ball became the focal point of a fierce struggle, each competitor using their strength and tactics in an attempt to secure the coveted prize. Clumps of grass flew into the air.

In the midst of the gridlock, Ash's quick thinking came into play. "Blade, Protect!" he called out decisively, urging his Cyclizar into the heart of the fray. The Cyclizar's Protect move activated, creating a shield that bulldozed a path through the tangle of competitors. Seizing the opportunity, Ash executed a deft maneuver, kicking the ball into the air and catching it a few yards away.

With the ball securely in his possession, Ash spotted a gap in the left field. His resolve firm, he willed his Cyclizar to go fast— as fast as it could! Sensing Ash's determination, Blade responded with an astonishing transformation. It stretched, the black sac at its neck and its tail curled to take on a wheel-like appearance, propelling the creature forward with incredible velocity. Ash, caught in the thrill of the moment, barely maintained his grip on the reins, his face split into a wide grin of exhilaration.

The euphoria was short-lived. A quick glance over his shoulder to check for pursuers broke Ash's concentration. In an instant, the delicate balance was lost. The Cyclizar, sensing the shift in weight, reverted from its wheel-like form and stumbled. Ash was sent tumbling off the saddle, the ball slipping from his grasp and rolling away.

"Whoa! You okay, Ash?" Aliquis called out, though he raised his eyebrows, impressed.

Groaning and rubbing his sore back, Ash pushed himself to his feet. "Uh, yeah," he responded, a bit dazed but unharmed. He turned to his Cyclizar, confused but excited. "What happened, Blade? We were so close! That was pretty cool," Despite the fall, Ash's voice bubbled with excitement as he patted the Pokémon's neck. Blade's large eyes blinked slowly, conveying a sense of wary trust. It seemed to appreciate Ash's enthusiasm but remained unconvinced about repeating the high-speed maneuver, giving a low snort.

Ash, still grinning, brushed off the dirt clinging to his riding pants.

Laura, her fiery red hair catching the sunlight, rode up to Ash, a smile on her fair face. "You're going to have to practice riding Cyclizar in that form before you can really use it. But it's impressive you got Blade to trust you enough to get him to change forms! Hardly any riders can manage that so quickly, and a lot never like to use it in a Blitz game—unless you're at the Pro level. But Cyclizar becomes difficult to control at 70 miles an hour and the collisions," Laura winced. "Not pretty…"

Ash's smile widened as he looked up at Laura. "Next time, I'll be ready!" he declared, his confidence undiminished. Blade, however, seemed to reserve its judgment,

xxxxx

Ash's steps echoed in the empty locker room as he raced against time, the sounds of his hurried movements reverberating off the walls. His movements were swift and focused as he quickly rinsed off the sweat and dirt from the intense Blitz practice. He couldn't help but feel a surge of pride at how well he and Goh had synced up during the game, their understanding of each other's play style evident in each strategic move and pass. Rudolfo and Gabby, too, had found their rhythm with them, creating a formidable offensive front that even Nemona couldn't help but acknowledge with a nod of approval. He was definitely getting a hang of the game…

But now, Ash's mind was elsewhere as he repeatedly glanced at his Rotom Phone in a way that even had Pikachu a little concerned. Feeling his buddy's eyes on his back as Ash checked the time for the fifteenth time, the young champion threw a sidelong glance at his Pokémon.

"What? I don't want to be late—I mean," Ash started, his voice trailing off as he shrugged, a subtle tension in his movements betraying his eagerness. His thoughts were interrupted by the need to hurry, leaving his sentence unfinished. In a frenzy, he stuffed his Blitz gear haphazardly into his locker.

With a final check of the time, Ash left his tie undone around his neck, grabbed all his books, and bolted out of the locker room, leaving Goh and Aliquis, who had just entered, in a state of mild confusion.

Outside, Ash quickened his pace, weaving through the campus grounds with a sense of urgency. He glanced around, trying to orient himself once back inside the main buildings as he made his way towards the dance studios. His memory of the exact route was a bit foggy, causing him to hesitate at intersections and double-check landmarks. Pikachu scampered alongside him, keeping pace with Ash's brisk walk; his companion's expression amused—to say the least.

Finally, Ash reached the Contest Hall, his breath slightly labored from the brisk trek. Turning the corner towards the studios, he halted abruptly, his eyes widening at the sight of a small crowd gathered around a glass partition he hadn't noticed before. It was like a window into the world of the dance studio, offering an unobstructed view of the dancers practicing within. Some of the onlookers were students, notebooks in hand, scribbling down observations. They leaned forward with intense focus, their eyes following the dancers' movements with keen interest, likely younger dancers studying the nuances of technique and form.

Among the crowd, Ash spotted a group of guys, a few of whom he recognized as Brutus's cronies. They were huddled together, whispering and chuckling, their gazes fixed on the studio with less than scholarly intent. Ash observed them for a moment, his eyebrows knitting together in irritation before dismissing whatever clownish antics they were up to.

Shaking his head, Ash, followed closely by Pikachu, made his way to the tiered benches arranged for spectators. He slipped into the first row, leaning forward eagerly as he scanned the studio through the window. Pikachu hopped onto the bench beside him, its small paws resting on the glass, its eyes searching just as intently as Ash's. The hum of soft music and the dancers' footsteps were faint but discernible through the partition, creating a mesmerizing backdrop to the scene unfolding before them.

It was ballet—even Ash could recognize that much. He'd seen this type of dancing before across the world. It was super popular. And he also remembered Serena once telling him that the dance had originated in Kalos. He chuckled softly to himself, as memories of her attempting to teach him some basic steps in her home region flooded back.

And then Ash stopped laughing because his eyes landed on her.

He had never really understood the expression "time stood still" until he really felt it do so at that moment. A wave of heat rushed to his face, turning it a shade of red that rivaled his cap. The warmth spread up his neck and Ash worried he might cause the air around him to heat up ten degrees.

Pikachu, feeling its trainer's grip on him tighten, let out a surprised spark, snapping Ash back to the moment. He quickly loosened his hold, mumbling a soundless apology to his partner, who looked up at him with mild concern. But—

There she was, Serena, standing gracefully at the ballet barre. She wore a blush-colored leotard that elegantly highlighted her form, complemented by matching tights that accentuated the lines of her legs. Her hair was swept up into a neat bun, exposing the refined contours of her face. Each movement she made was fluid and poised, capturing the essence of the dance with every extension and turn. Ash found himself captivated, unable to look away, as he watched her practice.

Suddenly, Serena transitioned from the ballet barre to join a group of girls—and guys, Ash noticed, remembering offhandedly that Tierno had also been a dancer. Ash's eyes followed her, mesmerized by the fluidity of her movements. In perfect harmony with the instructor's rhythmic count and accompanied by her fellow dancers, Serena executed a series of pirouettes. Her leg, elegantly bent at the knee behind her, propelled her into each spin. Her arms, initially raised gracefully above her head, then extended out to her sides, provided a delicate balance that added to the enchanting spectacle.

She glided across the floor, each spin transitioning seamlessly into the next. Her movements were like water, Ash thought as she twirled with a poise that held the entire room captive. Ash found himself completely drawn into the dance, his attention fixed solely on her. Her every step and twirl conveyed a story, her body language expressing a range of emotions that words could never fully capture. She was so passionate at that moment. So focused. So determined. So…

"She's..she's so beautiful," Ash admitted, and the whispered confession was like a release of some dam he'd really been trying to keep closed. Just saying how he saw her was hard for him because he really meant it—how all of her, inside and out, was really beautiful to him. And he didn't think he'd ever used that word to describe anyone before—heck, he had never felt this way about anyone ever. It was like Gary said, Ash had traveled with other girls—all of them cute in their own way, Ash supposed, but he had never felt drawn to any of them. Not like this. He had never thought about their hair or their eyes or the way their smile lit up their face. He never thought about their dreams and rooted so earnestly for them…not like he did with Serena. And he had never felt this pain in his chest as though he—as if he wanted something? He could only describe it like the feeling he got when he saw a championship trophy—like when he wanted to win…Not that she was a trophy or anything—urgh! What was he even thinking? He needed to shut his mind down or something before he thought something wrong…

Suddenly the chuckles from Brutus's crew resurfaced into Ash's subconscious and made his blood boil. Clarity, like a lightning strike, illuminated the reasons to Ash as to why those guys had really come. Decisively, he got up and walked around the benches to the other side where they were all gathered. Ash felt the muscles in his forearms twitch as he really wanted to take hold of the nearest guy in the group push him against the nearby wall.

"What do you think you're laughing at?" Ash's expression hardened, his normally amiable demeanor replaced by a protective ferocity fueled by some blind rage that surprised even Ash himself.

The laughter from the group ceased immediately.

"H-Hey! We were just, ah, enjoying the free show," one of the boys—alanky, green-haired student with a shrew-like face—stammered, nervously gesturing towards the dancers—particularly Serena, who had gracefully returned to the barre, blissfully unaware of the confrontation unfolding. "I mean, look—,"

The mere implications only fueled Ash's anger. He clenched his fists and did his best to keep his hands off these guys—something that actually proved to be really hard. The champion's eyes, usually warm and friendly, now bore an intensity like the dark clouds of an impending storm.

"Get out," Ash warned in a low, threatening tone, his gaze never wavering.

The message was clear, and the green-haired boy understood. He blinked, a mute acknowledgment of Ash's command and he and his friends quickly dispersed, leaving the area.

Ash watched them leave, ensuring they were gone, before turning his attention back to the dance studio. His heart still pounded with the rush of the confrontation, but his focus returned to Serena, who remained blissfully ignorant of everything occurring behind the glass.

Pikachu looked at Ash with concern. "Pika…pi?"

Ash struggled to take very deep and steady breaths while he felt the muscles around his jaw clenched.

This was bad. This was very bad. He was going to ruin everything—their friendship, their history! What was wrong with him? Did he really just threaten someone? Why were his hands shaking?

Ash tried to rub the questions and the thoughts out of his temples. It didn't work. No—something felt very different in him. Did Serena really still feel the same way—like back when she had kissed him? What did that even really mean? How would their feelings change things?

Part of Ash really wanted to forget—forget everything and just go back to being totally blind and happy with the way things were before—just in case things got worse.

But then, things got worse.

Again, Serena transitioned gracefully from the barre to a pas de deux with a male partner. Their movements were fluid and synchronized. But then Serena's partner's hands fell onto her waist, guiding her effortlessly, lifting her into an elegant arabesque, her body forming a perfect line as she extended one leg behind her, toe pointed. And their movements became more intricate. Her partner's hands traveled down her leg, supporting her as she executed a series of delicate steps and—

Ash left.

xxxxx

The dance studio hummed with the energy of a session well done as the class dismissed. Serena mingled briefly with her fellow dancers, their conversations light and excited as they exchanged small jokes and words of encouragement, commenting on each other's techniques and styles.

With a smooth, practiced motion, Serena reached for her bag, her movements still echoing the grace of her dance. She cast a hopeful glance towards the spectator window, her eyes searching for the familiar red cap she thought she'd seen flash towards the end of her routine. The thought of Ash being there, watching her, had made her heart leap with excitement, and she thought she could have just taken off in flight at that last arabesque.

Serena giggled to herself at how silly she was being, placing her hands on her warm cheeks, hoping to cool them. Ash's presence had encouraged her to tell him how she felt. She had planned it all out: she would ask for him to walk her home, they would take a romantic stroll through the city at sunset, and just as they made it to her apartment, Serena would tell Ash everything. After that, of course, the plan turned more into a dream: he would reciprocate her feelings, grab her hand to pull her into his broad chest, onto which she'd place her other hand, and then he would lean in close and she would have to position her chin upwards slightly and…

However, as Serena made her way through the dispersing crowd, her anticipation gradually gave way to a sense of disappointment. The sea of faces revealed no trace of Ash or Pikachu. The lightness of her earlier mood dimmed as she realized he was not there.

Had she imagined him?

Serena paused for a moment at the door, one light hand on the frame as she took one last look over her shoulder, her eyes lingering on the now nearly empty spectator area. The absence of the figure she had hoped to see cast a small shadow over her otherwise vibrant day. With a quiet acceptance, her hand slipped off the threshold before she turned and walked away, the studio's energy fading behind her as she moved on.

xxxxx

Ash found himself moving almost on autopilot, his steps carrying him away from the familiar halls of the Academy, past the bustling streets of Mesagoza, and towards the nearest bus stop. He took the public transport to the city's southernmost edge. The metropolis's lively energy faded behind him as he ventured towards the quieter, open spaces of Area One, nestled between Mesagoza and Los Platos. Throughout the journey, his interactions were minimal, his usual eagerness and chattiness replaced by a deep, reflective silence that even Pikachu couldn't penetrate. The electric mouse, usually full of energy, mirrored Ash's mood, staying close but uncharacteristically subdued.

Arriving in the pastoral landscapes of the southern meadows, Ash found a spot that felt like a world away from everything. He released Charcadet into the open space, a secluded area bordered by imposing rock cliffs that seemed to shield them from the rest of the world. The sky began to transform as the sun dipped towards the horizon, casting a warm, golden light over the fields. It was a peaceful setting, perfect for focused training.

Charcadet, eager to please and perform, engaged in vigorous training exercises under Ash's guidance. The charcoal Pokémon's flames blazed with intensity, its movements a blend of fiery agility and precise control. Pikachu joined in, its own electric energy crackling in the cool evening air. Together, they practiced combinations, dodges, and counters, pushing each other in a silent dance of power and skill.

As the sunset continued to paint the sky in shades of orange and purple, the training session reached its peak. The serene backdrop of the fields and the cliffs contrasted sharply with the intensity of their workout. In these quiet moments of physical exertion, Ash found a temporary escape from the whirlwind of emotions and thoughts that had been swirling inside him. The day's events, Serena's dance practice, the confusion of his own feelings – all of it receded into the background for a little bit, allowing him a moment of clarity amidst the chaos.

Ash watched Charcadet with a critical eye, offering pointers to improve its technique. The fire sprite nodded, its determination visible in its fiery gaze. It launched into the training exercises with renewed vigor, flames dancing around its form as it executed its moves with increasing accuracy and speed. Ash, in turn, felt a sense of pride and accomplishment watching his Pokémon grow stronger and more adept already.

Soon, the blades of grass in the fields caught fire with sunset colors just before the sun departed for good, its leaving marked by a symphony of shades that slowly faded into the dark hues of twilight. Realizing the day was drawing to a close, Ash decided it was the perfect time to let Koraidon out. He took the Pokéball and released the majestic Pokémon into the open field.

Koraidon emerged with a stretch, its red scales shimmering under the faint light of the emerging moon. The Pokémon shook its body, clearly enjoying the freedom and the cool evening air. "Hey, Koraidon! How are you feeling?" Ash asked with a wide grin. Koraidon responded with a pleased snort, seemingly content and energetic.

Pikachu and Charcadet quickly approached Koraidon, their curiosity and playful nature leading to a friendly interaction. They chatted and played around, with Pikachu's electricity sparking in excitement and Charcadet's flames flickering in response. Koraidon watched the two with a gentle, blinking gaze, its happiness evident in the relaxed posture and the occasional delighted snort.

After surveying the field, Koraidon decided it was time to test its new strength. It burst into a powerful run across the grass. The scarlet lizard's muscles undulated with each powerful stride, its excitement palpable as it reveled in its returned strength. Ash, Pikachu, and Charcadet joined in, their laughter mingling with the sounds of their footsteps as they raced alongside the majestic Pokémon. The joy of the moment was infectious, their spirits soaring with each step they took in the fading light of the day.

However, their energetic run was short-lived. Koraidon soon began to slow, its pace becoming less vigorous as fatigue set in. In their high spirits, the group didn't notice the slight decline of the hill ahead. Before they knew it, they were tumbling down the gentle slope, laughter echoing through the air as they rolled uncontrollably. The descent was a blur of colors and joyful shouts, ending with Ash, Pikachu, and Charcadet landing in a heap atop Koraidon.

The red-scaled lizard lay there, surprisingly unperturbed by the sudden pile-up. Its eyes twinkled with a playful light, sharing in the merriment of the moment. They all lay there for a while, catching their breath and basking in the afterglow of their spontaneous adventure.

Gradually, after disentangling himself from the pile, Ash lay down nearby in the grass while the Pokémon continued to play, his attention shifting upwards to the night sky. The stars had emerged, twinkling like tiny diamonds against a vast, dark canvas. As he lay on his back, his arms folded behind his head, Ash allowed a contented sigh to escape his chest…but then found that it wasn't really content after all. He felt strangely hollow still. He couldn't help but imagine how Serena would have loved this moment—how pretty the stars looked and how nice the grass in the evening wind sounded. And as he picked up a nearby wildflower, its blue cone-like petals pale in the silver light, Ash began to see why people sometimes compared girls to pretty things like this.

Ash groaned. Who knew he'd be the type of guy to even think thoughts like that? It was like he didn't even recognize himself, like he was different, when he thought about her—ever since she'd kissed him, really. But maybe before. He didn't know. But he did know that all of this unsettled him.

He thought back to the dance class. Why had it bothered him so much that some other guy was touching Serena like that? After all, they were just dancing? Serena didn't seem to care that she was being touched—which sent a little shudder through Ash. He wasn't upset that by that, exactly, but something else. He tried to think. It was more like the whole idea of Serena not minding being with someone else—yea, Ash decided. He didn't like that. He didn't like to think that maybe Serena could find a more capable partner that was perhaps better suited for twirling her through life, supporting her and cheering for her. That depressed Ash. But, then again, maybe she was better off with someone who could do all those things for her…Who was he to get in the way if she found that? After all, she deserved the world and more, Ash decided.

"Skippin' out on homework already, huh?"

As a sudden rustling sound broke the silence, Ash's head snapped up, his eyes scanning the darkness. Spotting a familiar figure walking the shadowed fields, the young champion let out a sigh, a hint of annoyance etched on his face.

"You really need to stop coming out of the shadows like that, Gary. It's a little weird, you know?"

Gary gave a characteristic scoff, his Umbreon faithfully trodding at his side as the researcher sauntered over and stood beside Ash, who still lay on the ground while the rest of his Pokémon played a some yards away. Gary looked down at his old rival, folding his arms across his chest—a smirk on his lips. "Oh, Ash, if our old friends saw you here, lying in a meadow, gazing at the stars and thinking about a girl, they would think you're the weirdo—or at least that you've really lost it."

Ash sat up, brushing off bits of grass from his clothes and hair, and shot an angry look at Gary. "You have no idea what I'm thinking about."

"Spare me," Gary rolled his eyes, "you're staring at a flower with a weird dreamy expression on your face—probably thinking how the petals remind you of her eyes or something. Maybe Gramps can help you write a poem."

Ash's fist enclosed around the flower, crumpling it. "Just lay off, okay?"

"Relax, Ashy. I've been there so I get it." Gary sighed, taking a seat next to Ash while Umbreon's depth footsteps disappeared as it trodded on to play with the others.

Ash looked at Gary, scrutinizing his oldest friend—once enemy—with skepticism. A curious glint emerged in his dark eyes. "You've been there?"

"Yea, believe it or not I've had feelings for a girl before. Jeez," Gary sounded impatient, but he relaxed and stretched his arms behind him to lean on as he watched the Pokémon. "I know you've been obsessed with being a Pokémon Master and all, but not everyone has such a one track mind like you that can just focus on one thing and push everything else away."

Ash didn't respond right away. "So," he began hesitatingly, looking out into the fields over the dark horizon, "You've felt this . Like, the feeling where you suddenly don't know yourself. Or like you're always, uh, distracted? Like it's hard to breathe sometimes when you think about… them ."

Gary picked up a blade of grass and flicked it between his fingers. "Yea. It's the worst. They'll make you crazy. Girls. Feelings, I mean. Whatever."

Ash seemed to ponder over this, his gaze still fixed on the distance. "Who did you have…?"

"Nope, not gonna say. Sorry."

Ash looked offended and pressed."Do I know her?"

"Look," Gary groaned, rubbing his eyes. "It didn't end great so I'd rather not."

Ash paused. "What do you mean? Aren't you friends still?"

"Not really."

Silence engulfed them.

"How'd you find me here?" Ash asked all of a sudden.

Gary chuckled softly, an amused glint in his eyes. "I followed you, naturally," he admitted nonchalantly. "Brock told me you were taking Koraidon out tonight so I waited in the front plaza for you. But I wasn't going to be so secretive about it until I saw you looking all hot and bothered. I wanted to see Koraidon in action and study it. Send some notes back to Gramps," Gary gestured to a notepad he'd laid down in the grass, "But I thought to give you some space first."

Ash raised an eyebrow, a half-smile forming on his lips despite Gary's intrusion. For a while, the two of them just sat there, side-by-side, staring off across the grass; the cliffs looming behind them like sentinels. "So," Ash finally began again, "it's normal to feel this way when you like a girl? Do the feelings go away if you just ignore them?"

Gary laughed, shaking his head. However, he ended up shrugging. "Sometimes. Depends. Some girls it didn't take me too long to get over. But I learned that's not always the case…sometimes it can take a long, long time to get over someone. Sometimes," Gary seemed to wince, chewing on his bottom lip, "Sometimes, they don't ever really go away and you can't ever be friends again—even if you try to ignore the feelings."

Ash deflated. "Well, that sucks."

Gary shrugged again, as though he were trying to play something off. "Look, you should just tell her how you feel. I don't know the girl, but Brock says she likes you too. So what's the big deal?"

"Well, I don't actually know if she likes me like that still," Ash groaned and rubbed his eyes. "It's mostly me, I guess. I just don't know anything about this stuff and I'm not sure I like feeling this way…it's too distracting, I don't know. But also I don't want to do something wrong and have Serena and I not be friends at all!"

Gary nodded, his face set in a serious expression as though he understood that perfectly. "Yea, there is always that risk…"

A heavy silence settled between them.

"But all that stuff is coming for you anyway, Ashy-boy," Gary clapped Ash on the shoulder, starting to stand, "It's called growing up."

The young researcher soon gave a sharp, clear whistle, the sound slicing through the quiet evening air. His Umbreon, which had been playing with Pikachu and the others, perked up its ears and turned its head towards the sound. With graceful, fluid movements, it began to trot back towards its trainer, its glowing rings casting a soft light in the dimming twilight. Gary began to walk away.

"Hey!" Ash turned around, also getting to his feet. He didn't want Gary to leave. He felt like he still needed to process his thoughts, and was still feeling a bit dissatisfied. "Didn't you want to study Koraidon?"

"I'm not really feeling up to it anymore," Gary waved him off without even turning back around. "Text me when you take him out next time."

Ash stood there for a moment, watching them disappear into the twilight, lost in thought. At some point, Pikachu came to nuzzle against his leg, bringing Ash back to the present. The young champion sighed, looking down at the ground.

The blue flower lay crumpled at his feet.

xxxxx

In the shadows of the night, Team Rocket crouched low, concealed by the underbrush. James, equipped with high-tech night vision binoculars and a listening device, focused intently on the distant figures of Ash and Gary. The green hue of the night vision cast an eerie light on his face, highlighting his concentration.

Jessie leaned in close, her eyes gleaming with malicious curiosity and anticipation, ready to pounce on any valuable information. "Tell us, James! What master plan do they have for that legendary Pokémon? Surely that researcher wants the twerp to hand it over to him! We need to act fast!" Her voice was a whisper but carried an edge of excitement, imagining the potential glory and power they could gain upon riding that Koraidon into the Team Rocket's headquarters.

James adjusted the listening device, his finger gently pressing on the earpiece as if trying to catch every nuance of the distant conversation. "They're talking about…girls…"

Jessie's animated posture deflated instantly, her mouth falling open in a rare display of shock. She was actually speechless; her eye twitched.

Meowth, perched beside them with a smaller pair of binoculars, let out a soft, almost nostalgic sound. "Aww, dat twerp is really growing up, eh?" Its voice held a hint of amusement, and perhaps a touch of fondness, as it peered through the lenses at the scene unfolding in the distance.

"Can it, Meowth!" Jessie snarled as she pushed Meowth aside, her eyes narrowing with irritation. "What do you mean they're talking about 'girls'?" she demanded, leaning in closer to James. "So who does he like? I bet it's that twerpette who's come back to steal my show," she mused aloud, her tone dripping with a mix of begrudging respect and scorn. "I admit, she is the only one of his companions that has the potential to rival me in beauty and grace...that is if her fashion sense weren't so humiliating."

James, meanwhile, couldn't help but almost squeal with delight at the unfolding drama. "Ah, how sweet," he cooed, his eyes sparkling with sentimentality. "What a heartfelt conversation between two friends. Oh, let's hope the twerp was convinced to tell the twerpette how he feels and—,"

Jessie's eyes narrowed, her voice a growl, "James! He's putting his Pokémon away!" She glanced over at the scene unfolding before them—Gary had gone and now they watched intently as Ash recalled Koraidon and Charcadet into their Poké Balls. Pikachu hopped onto Ash's shoulder as they readied to leave the field.

"Quick, we can't let him get away!" Jessie's voice rose in a shriek, only to be quickly muffled by her own hand as she realized she might have been too loud. She glanced nervously at Ash, who seemed to have heard something.

From their hiding spot, they watched as the young champion paused and then, with a curious expression, began to walk towards where they were concealed, his stride quickening. The sound of their bickering grew louder as he neared, drawing his attention even more. James and Meowth were in a tussle, with James accidentally stepping on Meowth's tail, eliciting a sharp swipe from the annoyed feline. Jessie, caught in the middle, wore a look of utter frustration, scowling at her bumbling companions.

As Ash reached the bushes, he reached out and parted the underbrush, revealing the Team Rocket trio in a chaotic heap. Jessie, James, and Meowth were entangled in a clumsy and comical fight, their limbs and expressions a mix of surprise and embarrassment. Ash stood there, his eyebrows raised in disbelief at the sight before him. Pikachu, perched on his shoulder, let out a small "Pika?" as if to question what was happening.

"You have got to be kidding me," Ash groaned in exasperation, his face contorting in disbelief and annoyance, while the yellow mouse on his shoulder emitted a resigned sigh, its ears drooping slightly.

James, attempting to regain some semblance of dignity, quickly scrambled to his feet. His hair stood in all directions, a mess adorned with an assortment of twigs and leaves, making him look more like a disheveled forest creature than a villain. "Prepare for trouble and—," he started with a flourish, only to be abruptly cut off.

"Oh forget it, James!" Jessie, visibly irritated, pushed herself up off the ground with a huff. She frantically patted down her hair and straightened her skirt, trying to restore some order to her appearance. Turning to face Ash with a defiant gesture, she extended her hand authoritatively. "Hand us that legendary Pokémon or else," she demanded, trying to maintain a threatening demeanor.

Ash couldn't help but laugh, sharing an amused glance with Pikachu. Somehow, the absurdity of the situation and seeing Team Rocket was somewhat comforting. "Oh, hey guys. What wild machine do you have in store for us today?" he asked, a broad grin spreading across his face, his tone good-natured and almost playful.

"You little brat!" Jessie's face contorted in anger, her teeth visible in a menacing snarl. Suddenly, her eyes sparkled with a blend of mischief and malice, and a sly grin spread across her face. "If you don't give up that Pokémon," she hissed, her voice dripping with threat, "we'll…we'll…"

She paused to take a moment to think, placing a finger on her chin.

"Say," James began suavely, winking, "if ever you need advice about the art of female courtship, you know—"

Before James could finish his sentence, a sudden surge of electricity from Pikachu sent Team Rocket skyward. The scene erupted into chaos as they shot into the air, their shocked expressions vanishing into a speck against the sky.

Ash watched the spectacle with a sigh, his eyes following their ascent. Pikachu, now comfortably resettled on his shoulder, gave a satisfied "Pika Pika," clearly proud of its handiwork. Ash then turned away from the fading echoes of Team Rocket's cries, his steps a bit morose but unhurried as he walked away from the scene, wondering now if anything would ever go back to normal.

xxxxx

Arven hurried through the dimly lit corridors of the Academy's west wing, where rows of dorm room doors flashed by him. His loyal Mabosstiff trotted alongside, its cheery mood a stark contrast to its trainer's own troubled state. Arven had just left a meeting with Jacq, who had provided elusive details about the next Herba Mystica's location. The ambiguity of it all irked Arven, stirring a sense of paranoia within him. He couldn't shake off the feeling that Jacq harbored distrust towards him, intensifying his guilt over his ulterior motives in tracking the Herba Mystica.

Arven exhaled deeply, once more pulling out an enigmatic, gothic-styled invitation from his pocket. The chilly sensation that accompanied its touch seemed to resonate with his inner turmoil. His eyes scanned the cryptic message written in elaborate handwriting:

You are invited. Come promptly at ten o'clock. Rm 333.

Rubbing his tired eyes, Arven reflected on his usual aversion to such mysterious summons. Cryptic messages often sent him into a spiral of panic. Yet, tonight, he craved a distraction from his tangled thoughts, and it was probably just a "beginning of the year party" being thrown by someone in his cohort. Either way—the botanist decided to see what it was all about. If it was a party, then it was better that he go to maintain the facade that all was well with him…that he was in control…everything was perfectly fine.

Upon reaching Room 333, Arven paused, surprised by the stillness that greeted him. The quiet was unsettling, the room seemingly empty with the lights off, a stark contrast to the bustling, lively scenes he had imagined. He exchanged worried glances with his Mabosstiff, who let out a soft whine, sensing his master's apprehension.

"Well," Arven sighed with a hint of resignation, "if I perish, I perish." With that, he knocked on the door.

The door creaked open slowly.

From within the darkness, a voice called out, playful yet foreboding, "Enter at your own risk!" Was that Aliquis's voice? Arven's curiosity piqued, his heart racing as he stood on the threshold of the unknown.

"Heck no—," As Arven turned to leave, a sudden force halted his escape. Slender yet surprisingly strong arms grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him back into the room. The door shut behind him with a thud, just as Mabosstiff squeezed inside, adding to the commotion.

Bumbling into the darkness, Arven's eyes took a moment to adjust to the dim, candle-lit ambiance. The room was impeccably neat, a striking feature that didn't escape his notice. His gaze then fell upon a circular table where Aliquis, arms crossed, sat alongside Hohma, Ohara, and Goh. Nemona, the one who had forcefully ushered him in, stood walking around the table with a textbook in hand.

Ohara perked up upon seeing the aspiring naturalist, her features lighting up with relief. "Arven!" she exclaimed. "I'm glad you decided to join us!"

Arven's face contorted in confusion. "Um, what is this? A seance?"

Nemona scoffed, snapping her book shut with a brisk motion. "Absolutely not, Arven. It is a school night, and we have no time for conjuring ghosts—unless it is for battling purposes," she declared, waving off his comment with an air of disdain, seemingly unamused by his joke, which, in truth, hadn't really been a joke. "If you hadn't shown up late, you would have known by my formal introduction that this is Nemona's Intense Study Session, held every other night to hold each other accountable for our studies!" She raised a fist in front of her chin, her determination evident. "It is imperative that we all remain just as focused outside of the classroom as we do in," she added firmly.

"I see…" Arven mused, his lips pursing thoughtfully. He pointed at the candles flickering softly around the room. "But why is it so dark?" he inquired skeptically, his curiosity piqued by the unusual setting for a study session.

"Because," Hohma adjusted his spectacles, which flashed in the firelight, "bright lights add distraction and overstimulate the brain. Dimly lit settings encourage concentration. As does the orchestral music in the background."

Arven, now aware of the subtle stringed music, raised an eyebrow and pointed towards Goh. "Well, it's definitely working," he remarked dryly.

Goh, entirely oblivious to the conversation, had fallen asleep, his face buried in his history book. Nemona, growling, knocked him upside the head with her tome to rouse him.

Arven slung off his backpack and settled into the empty seat next to Goh, who was now groggily rubbing his head. "Who actually studies this late anyway?" Goh mumbled, propping his chin on his hand, his Grookey still sleeping soundly in his lap.

"Don't let her fool you, Arven," Aliquis interjected with a yawn, his attention more on his doodling than the study session. "This club is not on a volunteer basis."

"Aliquis, don't be so grumpy," Ohara, ever the peacemaker, chided good naturedly, giving her Fuecoco a piece of olive-oil dipped bread from the small spread Nemona managed to offer. "I'm here because I want to be—and Nemona's the reason you passed Math last year," she pointed out. Turning to Nemona with a nervous smile, she suggested, "But maybe we should refrain from hitting people with books."

Nemona rolled her eyes, "Fine, I'll use my hand next time."

Hohma and Aliquis, however, seemed to prefer the book method.

Arven pulled out his homework, ready to dive into the session. He might as well. He had things to do. "Okay, well what are we studying?"

"Oh, since we all have history together, we thought we'd start with that," Ohara chimed in enthusiastically. "We'll do biology next, but I know you're in a more advanced class, right?"

Arven, his mind still partly on other matters, asked, "Where's Ash?"

Goh shrugged, still groggy. "Don't know. Haven't seen him since Blitz." He casually flipped through the pages of the textbook, but his attention snapped to focus upon seeing a certain page. It displayed an ancient scroll, an abstract figure at its center, surrounded by drawings resembling legendary Pokémon.

"Hey!" Goh suddenly exclaimed, fully awake now. "What the heck is this?" He pointed at the intriguing image, his curiosity piqued, drawing the attention of the others to the mysterious illustration in the textbook. His finger landed on a black, serpentine Pokémon, "It kinda looks like Rayquaza…And who is this guy surrounded by…is that Entei?!"

Nemona leaned over his shoulder to get a better look at the page Goh had flipped to. "Why are you reading ahead? We're not even there yet!" she chastised.

"That's Lucius," Aliquis chimed in, suddenly perking up with excitement. He seemed astonished that Goh was unfamiliar with the figure. "The ancient explorer who traveled with the Six Heroes? He traveled with the Black Rayquaza and five other legendary Pokémon! He's a complete legend! Saved the world from total disaster and chaos in The Ancient Wars?"

Goh shook his head, indicating his lack of prior knowledge, yet he appeared utterly fascinated by the tale. "He sounds insanely powerful," he remarked.

"He was!" Aliquis responded, pushing his blue bangs away from his face to get a closer look at the picture. "He kept his Pokémon in ancient pokéballs, and these pokéballs are said to have scattered around the world, waiting to be discovered. One of them holds the powerful black Rayquaza—supposedly the legendary of all legendaries—save Arceus," Aliquis's admiration for Lucius and his legendary Pokémon shone through in his animated description.

That caught Goh's attention.

"They say Lucius started The Explorers," Hohma grinned mischievously as though itching to tell a good story. His face above a candle was shadowed in a ghostly way. "An ancient group of powerful trainers formed to protect the bond between man and Pokémon—sworn to uphold peace and order! Some say the Explorers are still around today—but now they're a secret society quietly manipulating the world's largest events behind the scenes hoping to eventually take over the world!" Hohma had risen from his seat to speak grandiosely as though pumping up a crowd. When he finished, the room remained silent. He coughed and sat himself back down, a little embarrassed. "I mean, that's just what they say."

Goh's eyes flashed. "Is all that in here?" He pointed to the textbook.

"No," Arven said quickly, seemingly annoyed by the conversation. "The Explorers aren't real. They're myths—or at least if they ever were real, they're not anymore. Some people say Lucius is just a myth too."

"Well, if Lucius is a myth, why is he in the textbook?" Goh asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Because a lot of people believed in his work," Aliquis explained, taking a piece of bread from the table. "History people attribute the 'live together with Pokémon' philosophy to him. I think he was real, but even if you don't, he's sort of the symbolic figure as one of the first 'trainers' in the Pokémon world."

"And what about the Explorers?" Goh pressed, "How do we know they aren't real."

Aliquis and Hohma shrugged.

"Can we please get back to actual history now?" Nemona groaned, sinking into a chair next to Ohara and tearing half of the loaf of bread for herself. She practically sponged dry the rest of the olive oil from the serving dish. "Arven," the student champion began with her mouth full. "Why don't you read the next chapter for us? We're still just finishing the start of the Paldean Empire. We have to read this and the beginning of the Golden Age. Urgh! We're so behind."

"What are you talking about?" Aliquis' face contorted, "Raifort said to stop after we got through the Prehistoric Survey?!"

Nemona titled her nose upwards, "We are not going to just do the bare minimum, Aliquis. We always, always, always stay at least one chapter ahead!"

Everyone groaned.

xxxxx

Professor Saguaro was not at all what Ash expected. The Blitz Coach—and home-economics connoisseur—was a paragon of unexpected contrasts. While his presence commanded attention as he stepped onto the field, his build was robust and commanding; a stark contrast to the meticulous care he evidently put into his appearance. His hair, styled in an imposing yet sleek pompadour, betrayed a man who valued both strength and style. The well-groomed mustache added to his distinguished look, and the striped, form-fitting shirt clung to his broad, muscular frame.

On Friday afternoon's tryouts, Saguaro greeted each hopeful with a booming voice and a Pachirisu perched confidently on his shoulder. Despite his rugged demeanor, it was clear Saguaro had a penchant for self-care, frequently lamenting how the day's humidity threatened the hold of his hair gel. In his large, calloused hand, he cradled a dainty cup of tea, which seemed almost comical against his large hands. He lounged on the bleachers, legs crossed with casual elegance, surveying the field and beckoning Nemona and Aliquis with a sharp gesture.

"Ok, vamos ," Saguaro declared, slapping his thigh with a sound that echoed across the field, "let's have the Blue Team and Green Team up first! Two ten-minute rounds. Loser plays Red."

The captains nodded in acknowledgment and briskly organized their teams, conveying Saguaro's directives to Laura with quick efficiency.

This division of teams left Ash and Goh on the periphery, allowing them to casually toss the ball back and forth, loosening their limbs in preparation for the game. Noticing them from his perch, Saguaro beckoned with a wave, inviting them to join his observant post on the bleachers.

"Ah! The champion! Good to meet you, hijo . Come. Sit," he boomed, motioning for Ash to take a spot beside him. Turning to Goh, he inquired, "Now tell me, both of you—Goh, is it? Hm—what drew you to the beautiful game of Blitz?"

Both boys paused, scratching their heads in unison, their eyes darting sheepishly towards Nemona.

Saguaro's gaze followed, and his face broke into a wide grin at the sight of the class president. "Ah! The captain? Yes, I suppose a lot of young men take an interest in the girl, but—"

Goh cut him off, his voice laced with surprise and dismissal. "It's not like that," he scoffed, clearly taken aback by the implication, "she basically dragged us here to tryouts. We had no idea this sport even existed before last week."

Saguaro's thick mustache accentuated the shape of his mouth as he formed an "O", taking a delicate sip from his teacup. His Pachirisu chirped. "Well, she is passionate, I'll give la señorita that. Very skilled," he remarked with a nod of respect toward Nemona. "But by bringing you here, she's paid you the greatest compliment. It means she trusts you. Blitz is a beautiful game of teamwork, skill, athleticism—all within the context of a player's innate ability to bond with Pokémon," he explained, his voice filled with a passion that mirrored the intensity of the game.

With an unsuspecting pat, Saguaro clapped Goh on the back—a gesture of camaraderie that nearly sent the city boy tumbling forward due to Saguaro's unmeasured strength. "It's all about trust—trusting Cyclizar, your instincts, your team. In that sense, it is beautiful. Trust is beautiful," he continued, his voice lowering to a more somber tone. "And it's becoming rarer these days, if you ask me."

Ash and Goh, not quite sure how to respond to Saguaro's poignant monologue, merely exchanged looks and offered the coach friendly smiles. Saguaro returned his gaze to the field, watching the scrimmage with a keen yet tranquil eye, not raising his voice whether the players succeeded, fumbled, or seemed confused.

His keen observation of the game seemed as natural as breathing, not once needing to shout directions or corrections, an approach that spoke volumes of his coaching philosophy. The boys watched this giant of a man, who exuded an aura of both gentleness and authority, and felt an unspoken respect for him.

As Saguaro noticed Ash and Goh looking at him, he gave them a warm smile, and his Pachirisu, equally engaged in the game, clapped its paws together, mirroring the professor's enthusiasm. "You see," Saguaro began, turning to the boys, his voice filled with wisdom, "I can tell if I can trust a player just by watching them on the field."

He finished his tea and placed the cup down beside him, his movements cautious to not crush the delicate porcelain. In his enormous hands, even the sturdy bleachers seemed to shrink. "When you play Blitz, your true nature as a person is revealed. Yo lo puedo ver, and it is clear to me," he said with conviction. "Our character, who we truly are, breaks free when put under strain."

Ash nodded, his understanding evident in the way he attentively watched the game unfold. His eyes then caught Brutus in action, a player whose intensity on the field verged on selfishness. Brutus played with a fierce determination, seemingly oblivious to his teammates unless they served his immediate purpose. Yet, even with this seemingly self-centered approach, he had a knack for scoring, slamming the ball into the goal with undeniable skill.

Saguaro, perceptive as ever, noticed Ash's gaze fixate on the silver-haired boy. "Mhm, even him. I see it. There's something buried deep in his character that others may not see," Saguaro murmured, a knowing smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Perhaps another way of putting it for you, hijo : I see Blitz the way you see battles. I can tell who a person is just by how they play, just as you can tell who a person is just by how they battle."

Ash offered a small, acknowledging smile in return, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, I get that," he said, his eyes still tracking Brutus's movements across the field. There was a depth to Saguaro's observation that intrigued him, even if Ash couldn't quite discern what the professor saw in the silver-haired bully.

Soon enough, it was then time for the Red Squad to take the field against the Green Squad, who had just faced defeat. Ash and Goh mounted their Cyclizars, the Pokémon's lithe forms rippling with energy beneath them, ready to dart across the field at a moment's notice.

The scrimmage kicked off to an energetic start. Ash and Goh worked in seamless coordination, providing assist after assist to Rudolfo, who was truly finding his rhythm in the game. Each pass they made was a calculated setup for Rudolfo's strikes, and their teamwork shone on the field.

Gabby, too, showed promise, maneuvering with agility and determination. However, she found it challenging to maintain control of the ball, her fingers slipping at crucial moments. Despite the mishaps, the match was enjoyable, a fun clash of skills and tactics that had everyone, even Saguaro, watching with rapt attention, excited with the thrill of the game.

As the second ten-minute round neared its conclusion, Ash, Goh, and Rudolfo managed to orchestrate a play that would be talked about long after the scrimmage ended. They coordinated their movements with a fluidity that seemed almost rehearsed, sending the three Blitz balls towards the hoops in a synchronized dance of precision and timing.

Rudulfo and Goh's shots cleared the hoops, but in a moment that had everyone holding their breath, Ash's ball teetered on the brink of success, its fate hanging in the balance as it spun perilously close to the rim. It was only after a fortuitous deflection off the Guard that it found its way through the third hoop, signaling a Blitz and sealing the victory for the Red Squad.

Elation erupted among the team members as they celebrated their win. High-fives, cheers, and the sounds of Cyclizar snorts filled the field, echoing the joy of their triumph. It was during this revelry that Aliquis rode up, his presence signaling the next phase of the day's challenges.

"You're up against the Blue Squad now," Aliquis announced, his voice cutting through the celebration with a mix of excitement and formality.

Ash turned, his gaze instinctively searching for Brutus. Their eyes met across the field, a silent exchange passing between them. It was an acknowledgment of the upcoming challenge, a recognition of the competition that lay ahead. Brutus, with his smirking expression, rode over to Ash—his voice laced with a warm, pernicious hum.

"Heard you nearly laid your hands on a couple of my guys," the Galarian gestured to a couple of young men on the Blue Squad, all of them trying to tear Ash to pieces with their glares.

Ash, remembering the scene he'd caused at the studio, felt a twinge of remorse shadowing his features. "Yeah—actually, I'm sorry about—," he began, his intent to apologize genuine.

But Brutus cut him off, his smile sharp and filled with malice. "Oh, don't be sorry now," he sneered, his eyes glinting with the anticipation of the upcoming game. "Just wait 'til after the game. Then you can be sorry."

The spite in Brutus's words hung heavily between them. Ash, confronted with this animosity, held the other's gaze for a moment longer, acknowledging the tension yet not allowing it to shake his composure.

The field was electric with tension as the Red Squad and Blue Squad squared off, their forms poised for action and their gazes locked in mutual determination. On the sidelines, Professor Saguaro observed the scene unfold with a keen interest, the teacup—recently refilled by Laura—resting again comfortably in his hands. His sharp eyes missed nothing, the subtleties of strategy and teamwork not lost on him.

His Pachirisu also watched the game; a tiny pair of binoculars now in its paws.

Nemona, standing at the ready, blew the whistle sharply, the sound slicing through the charged air and signaling the start of the scrimmage. In an instant, Brutus led the Blue strikers with a practiced command, propelling them forward in a united front to secure the three Blitz balls laid out at centerfield.

This time, however, Ash, Goh, Rudolfo, and Gabby were ready, their earlier experience informing their strategy. With a swift motion, Ash and Goh signaled their Cyclizar to execute Protect. While enacting the move made the Cyclizars slower and less agile—the two midfielders were about to at least throw themselves into the fray to slow down the Blue Team's advance.

Their defensive line held firm against the onslaught, creating an opening for Gabby and Rudolfo. The two Red strikers seized the moment, dashing through the chaos to claim two of the Blitz balls with agile grace, their movements synchronized and swift.

Brutus, relentless as ever, found a way through the skirmish, his determination unwavering. With a burst of speed and a strategist's eye for the opening, he broke past the defenses to secure the third Blitz ball for his team.

Ash and Goh let Brutus go in order to surge forward with Rudolfo and Gabby, flanking their teammates to offer backup, their Cyclizars' claws thundering against the turf, kicking up clods of earth as they raced. The four players initiated a blur of activity, passing the Blitz balls in rapid succession, their hands and eyes in perfect sync. The balls arced between them in a series of fluid tosses and nimble hurdles, drawing a complex web of movement that was difficult for the Blue Squad to predict or intercept.

Despite their seamless coordination, an opposing midfielder, with keen anticipation, leapt into the trajectory of Gabby's pass. With a swift extension of their arm, they intercepted one ball, pulling it away from the Red Squad's patterned play.

Meanwhile, Rudolfo, with a ball in his grip, found himself cornered and made a desperate attempt to score just before he was Tackled. His throw, hasty and less calculated, sailed toward the goal only to be met with the solid thwack of the tail of the Guard's Cyclizar. The deflection sent the ball careening into the hands of a blue defender, who swiftly worked it up the line to the other striker in right field.

"Fall back!" Aliquis shouted from the sidelines.

The Red Squad's fluidity momentarily faltered.

The field soon resounded with a series of urgent shouts from the Red Squad defenders, their voices laced with strain as they endeavored to repel Brutus's aggressive offensive. Ash's head whipped around, his eyes locking onto the unfolding spectacle of Brutus's attack.

Wordlessly, it seemed, the Galarian initiated the transformation of his Cyclizar, causing the Pokémon to morph, its neck and tail converting into wheels. This evolution of form granted the Pokémon an incredible burst of speed, and Brutus harnessed this velocity as he zoomed towards the hoops, a blur of motion and intent.

As he neared his target, the silver-haired striker launched himself from the saddle, soaring through the air with the Blitz Ball in hand. He hurled the ball over the Guard—the girl completely stunned by the maneuver. The leather object hissed through the uppermost hoop.

Completing his spectacle, Brutus landed with an athletic grace back on his Cyclizar, which had continued its momentum to carry itself smoothly to the other side of the hoops. The Galarian wore a huge smirk on his face.

"Arceus, I hate that guy," Rudolfo muttered next to Ash, watching Brutus already charging towards the other Blitz balls in play. "And that move was totally legal since he never touched the ground. Just sucks."

Ash's keen eyes swept across the field, analyzing the positioning and movements of both teams. He realized that if Brutus had just held on to the ball a little longer and waited for his teammates, they could have had a good chance at Blitzing. Instead, Ash watched intently as the Red guard, now holding the ball Brutus had scored with, commanded her Cyclizar to employ Power Whip, sending the ball rocketing downfield. Ash, anticipating the trajectory, positioned himself perfectly to intercept it.

Catching the ball with precision, Ash immediately urged his Cyclizar into a swift maneuver, narrowly avoiding a Tackle from a Blue midfielder who had closed in rapidly. Ash then initiated a rapid exchange with Rudolfo, the ball passing back and forth between them in a series of strategic tosses, designed to confuse and bypass the Blue Squad's defenses.

However, their synergy was abruptly halted when Rudolfo was launched from his seat due to a legal yet forceful collision with a Blue defender. The impact sent Rudolfo tumbling to the ground, leaving Ash to fend for himself.

With the ball in his possession, Ash knew he had to act quickly. He steered his Cyclizar towards the hoops, his mind racing to plot a path through the Blue Squad's line. He made his advance, but a familiar voice cut through the din.

"He's mine!" The shout came from Brutus, a declaration of intent that sent a ripple of anticipation through the field. True to his word, Brutus had his Cyclizar change forms once again, the Pokémon's body morphing to enhance its speed. The transformation allowed Brutus to rapidly gain ground, closing the distance between himself and Ash.

Ash, aware of the imminent threat, pushed his Cyclizar to its limits, their pace quickening as they raced towards the hoops. He was acutely aware of Brutus drawing in fast for a Tackle. In a split-second decision, he shouted, "Blade, Protect!"

The command was met with an immediate response from his Cyclizar, which conjured a protective shield around them just in time, absorbing the full impact of Brutus's attempted attack. The force of the collision reverberated through the barrier, causing Ash and his Cyclizar to slow down momentarily. The shield was not meant to last. It soon began to dissipate, leaving Ash exposed once again. He glanced forward, realizing the hoops were still too far away for a direct throw.

Brutus's smile widened maliciously as he gauged the unfolding scene, confident in his tactical advantage. Ahead of Ash, a Blue Squad defender positioned his Cyclizar, its feet firmly rooted to the ground, ready to block Ash's path. Brutus saw his opportunity and didn't hesitate to take it.

With another commanding shout of "Tackle!" to his Cyclizar, Brutus initiated a second fierce attack from behind. Ash and his Cyclizar hurtled uncontrollably towards the awaiting defender; the collision inevitable.

In a moment of chaotic motion, Ash was flung from his saddle. But he was propelling rapidly through the air directly towards the hoops. Clutching the ball tightly to his chest, he let out a yell as both he and the ball soared through the upper hoop, scoring five points in a most unconventional manner.

As soon as the ball cleared the hoop, Ash, still in mid-air, quickly reached out and grabbed onto the iron goal post, his reflexes saving him from a rough landing on the ground. He hung there for a brief moment, suspended in the air, his heart racing from the adrenaline of the unexpected play.

Around him, the players from both teams alike paused, their expressions a mix of confusion and awe. They looked at Ash, dangling from the iron hoop, trying to process the sheer improbability of what had just happened. Ash, his grip slipping, scanned the field.

"Blade!" Ash called out, his voice cutting through the stunned silence. His loyal Cyclizar, recovering quickly from the impact, bounded over to his aid. With remarkable agility, the Pokémon positioned itself right beneath Ash, ready to catch him.

Ash released his hold on the goal post, allowing himself to fall gracefully back into the saddle of his Cyclizar.

Brutus, frustration evident in his tone, shouted to Nemona, "Does that even count?!"

Before the team captain could reply, the bleachers full of Pokémon spectators cheered. Professor Saguaro's laughter rang out, clear and unrestrained. Wiping tears from his eyes, the broad-chested man slapped his thick thigh. "He didn't touch the ground, no? It's a fair goal," he declared between chuckles, his words a mix of amusement and finality.

The scrimmage continued. The first round played out with the score nearly even. In the end, however, the Red Squad still lost. But after practice, Ash received many pats on the back and claps on the shoulder from not just those on his team—but from all the squads.

xxxxx

She searched for him.

Again.

And he was not there.

Serena changed out of her ballet slippers, her fingers worked mechanically, untying and slipping off the delicate shoes with a familiarity bred from countless rehearsals and performances. She replaced them with sneakers and slipped on a pair of shorts over her leotard.

Beside her, Ana, a girl with tan skin and dark hair, whose petite and slender figure was a testament to her affinity for ballet, chatted animatedly. Not only was Ana a contest coordinator aspiring to be a performer, but she was also a backup performer in Serena's showcase that night in Mesagoza. By the way Ana spoke, it was clear the coordinator admired Serena, looking up to her as a role model in the world of performance.

Serena, in turn, had already grown fond of Ana's congenial personality. She found amusement in Ana's eagerness to share the latest Paldean trends and society gossip. Ana, with her socialite background, seemed to have her finger on the pulse of the local social scene, and her stories were often colorful and filled with intriguing details.

"Lebarón told us in class today that the mayor and the governor will be there tonight!" Ana gushed, her cheeks still glowing and red from practice, "and I heard from Elena that Eduardo Navarro—one of the richest men in the region—oh, he holds the most magnificent parties—will be there as well! Brutus—you know that handsome Galarian? Well, Brutus told Elena that Navarro was going. He's Navarro's apprentice, you know—of course, nobody understands how they're connected or what he does, exactly. Rumor is that Brutus is a gym leader's lovechild—but I've heard that denied…Anyway, Brutus and Elena see each other from time to time, if you know what I mean. Oh, Elena is totally jealous, to not be going with him tonight!"

Serena found herself only half-listening, her mind drifting involuntarily to Ash's absence. Her thoughts were a tumultuous sea, replaying their last interactions, dissecting every word, every gesture for a clue she might have missed. Had she misunderstood his looks—his touches, his smiles? Ash wasn't one to forget about a promise he made; yet, he hadn't explicitly promised to see her dance. He had said he would come when he could—his words penned indelibly in her diary—promising to support her "no matter what."

These thoughts swirled in her head, casting a shadow of doubt and longing. The possibility that he might be genuinely busy did little to soothe the sting of his absence. Serena tried to focus on Ana's words, to be present in the conversation, but her heart wasn't in it. Her gaze occasionally drifted towards the door, a part of her still hoping for a surprise appearance, a gesture from Ash that would sweep away her uncertainties and reaffirm the growing bond she believed they shared.

Urgh! It took everything in Serena not to throw her head back in frustration. Why? Why was she always left in half despair, half hope when it came to this boy? And why did her feelings have to be this tidal wave violently pulling her under to drown in some weird euphoric desire. It was strange how alive she felt in her yearning for him. How vulnerable, how naked, how raw—but also how inexplicably powerful. Serena bit her lip and wondered—a bit romantically, she knew, but she loved thinking romantically—whether her feelings could have called out to him and willed him into place should she have really wanted them to.

"Um, are you okay, Serena?" Ana's voice, tinged with concern, broke through Serena's thoughts. She stood with her hands on her hips, her dark eyes studying Serena closely, trying to gauge what was on her mind.

Serena, suddenly aware of her distracted state, quickly gathered herself and flashed Ana a reassuring though flushed smile. "Of course! I'm—I was just thinking about everything we have to do before the show tonight!" she explained, her hand reaching up to soothe her hair, a gesture that betrayed a hint of her inner turmoil. "I should probably get going! We have so much to do before the show!"

The two girls exchanged goodbyes, with Serena expressing her gratitude for Ana's help and enthusiasm. As Serena walked through the school halls, her steps were a bit wary, her mind still preoccupied with thoughts of Ash. She tried to focus on the tasks ahead, but part of her couldn't help but scan the corridors, half-hoping, half-dreading that she might spot him.

Lost in this duality of searching for him and not wanting to search for him, Serena was so distracted that she nearly collided with Arven, who appeared unexpectedly in her path. The dirty blonde trainer looked at her with a mixture of nervous surprise and curiosity. His sudden appearance jolted Serena back to the present moment, a soft apology already forming on her lips as she steadied herself.

"Arven, hi!" Serena beamed, suddenly just happy to see a familiar face. Noticing that they seemed to be heading in the same direction, she asked, "Where are you off to? Do you have class?"

Arven shook his head and allowed a small smile. He found it very difficult not to return the girl's smiles, even when he felt like an anxious mess inside. "Classes are over for the day. I'm actually heading into the city," he cleared his throat and patted his Mabosstiff on the head, "I need some stuff for this weekend. I, uh, some of us—well, I need to make a quick trip to Area Three."

Serena smiled again, bending down to also give her greeting to Mabosstiff. She ruffled the fur behind its ears. "Oh? Well, I'm also heading into town! Want to walk together?" she suggested, standing back up and adjusting the strap of her dance back over her shoulder. She didn't really want to be alone.

Sensing this, Arven sighed and pushed the bangs out of his eyes. He folded his arms across his chest and nodded, feeling a little bad for Ash—who, Arven realized, would never be able to say 'no' to this girl whenever the champion decided to actually give in to whatever it was the two felt for one another.

Arven and Serena, their conversation easy and light, made their way through the school's corridors towards the front plaza. As they walked, the familiar sights and sounds of the academy surrounded them—students chatting animatedly about their day, the occasional laughter ringing out, and Pokémon chirping excitedly.

Exiting the school, they were greeted by the late afternoon light gleaming off the tile. The sun, hanging low in the sky, cast a warm, golden hue over everything, bathing the school buildings and the surrounding trees in soft, comforting tones. The shadows, long and gentle, stretched like fingers across the ground—a mosaic of light and darkness on their path.

The plaza itself hummed activity. Students and their Pokémon lounged on the benches, some absorbed in books, others engaged in lively discussions. The air was filled with the mingled scents of nearby flowering plants.

"So, where exactly are you going this weekend?" Serena asked after they had crossed the plaza and began to descend the infamous staircase. A gentle breeze occasionally lifted Serena's honey-gold hair and swept Arven's bangs from his green eyes. "Is it for school or to just get away?"

Arven responded with a smile, his voice tinged with enthusiasm. "Both?" he chuckled, scratching the side of his head as he pondered how much to share. "Most of my research centers around studying this type of herb called the Herba Mystica," he began, diving into an explanation of the rare ingredient. He outlined the basic premise, which was common knowledge in certain academic circles, and shared his aspirations to locate many of the missing herbs and cultivate them in a specialized environment. "I believe access to the Herba Mystica could save a lot of lives—heal Pokémon and people with terminal illnesses, and such," he added, his passion for the subject evident in his tone

"Arven, that is amazing!" Serena exclaimed as they continued their walk, now wandering through the upper tiers of the city. They passed through a busy plaza, bustling with the late afternoon crowd. The area was alive with the sounds of restaurants, pedestrians, and the distant melody of street guitars. "I think that would do a lot of good in the world, and you should be really proud to be dedicating yourself to such a cause!"

Arven, initially basking in Serena's praise, soon became visibly conflicted. His expression shifted, gratitude and unease playing across his face. He nervously scratched the back of his hair, clearly wrestling with internal dilemmas, the weight of his secrets and shame threatening to break through his self-imposed dam. "Really, Serena, don't think so much of me. My…my reasons really are more selfish than you give me credit for," he admitted, his voice tinged with a vulnerability he rarely showed.

Arven chewed his lips. The botanist cast a quick look towards the performer, who looked at him with such warmth—a warmth that reminded him…that reminded him of his mother; so much so that Arven could not help but falter a little. The resemblance in their kindness made his defenses flicker.

"You see," he began, his mouth growing dry, "Mabosstiff is…well. He's not well. And no Pokédoctor knows what's wrong. But ever since he turned five, he's been losing strength and sort of wasting away…he's," Arven had to pause ever so briefly to compose himself. Absently, he reached out to put a hand on the canine's head. Mabosstiff gave a soft whine. "He's all I have," Arven exhaled, "my parents were hardly around. Mom died when I was seven and Dad was never the same."

Serena stopped abruptly. She turned to look at Arven, her eyes swimming with held back tears that reflected the depth of her empathy. She reached out, placing a kind and reassuring hand on Arven's shoulder. "Arven, I'm so sorry," she whispered, her voice barely audible amidst the bustle of the city.

In that moment, as they stood there, the world around them seemed to fade into the background. Serena's empathy enveloped Arven like a comforting hand, offering solace in the midst of his turmoil in a moment of genuine human connection, two souls sharing a burden, if only for a brief span of time.

As they resumed their walk, the city around them offered a mosaic of scenes, each a small vignette of urban life. Street vendors hawked their wares, the aroma of freshly cooked food mingling with the city air. Artists sat at their easels, capturing the beauty of the setting sun against the cityscape. Children chased each other around nearby benches, their laughter ringing out like music. Couples strolled hand in hand, and groups of friends chatting animatedly, all contributing to the tapestry of city life.

"For what it's worth," Serena broke the silence that had settled between them, "I don't think your reasons for finding the Herba Mystica are selfish. I think they're brave."

Her words seemed to unlock something in Arven, and he found himself opening up in a way he hadn't before. He told her everything – about his conflict regarding the Herba Mystica, which he had been trusted to go out and seek for the Koraidon in Ash's possession—but how he really wanted to use some of the herb for Mabosstiff. He also delved into the history of the Paradox Pokémon, how his father had brought it to the lighthouse, how he needed that Pokémon…and why…

Serena listened intently, her expression one of understanding and compassion. She didn't judge or interrupt, allowing Arven the space to express his thoughts and feelings fully. As they walked, the city around them transformed with color as the sun continued to set and scintillate against the skyscrapers, catching the metropolis on fire with light.

xxxxx

Ash had pulled out everything in his closet. He looked over the array on his bed—multiple black T-shirts, multiple pairs of jeans, multiple red or blue vests. Ash glanced at Pikachu and scratched his head. "Maybe I should stop wearing the same thing every day," he muttered to his companion, who only shrugged, not sure what advice to offer the trainer.

Just then, Goh burst into the room, his arms carefully balancing an enormous plate piled high with cured meats and cheeses. Grookey, perched atop Goh's head, was playfully reaching for the cheese stack, its eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Goh skillfully navigated to the small kitchenette counter, setting the plate down with a satisfied grin. He couldn't resist grabbing a few selections and popping them into his mouth, savoring the taste as he chewed. Grookey, seizing the opportunity, snatched fistfuls of cheese for itself, munching happily.

After satisfying his immediate hunger, Goh moved towards his bed, the comfort of which beckoned invitingly. He flopped down, making himself comfortable, and pulled out his Rotom Phone. With a few swipes and taps, he began to scroll through it, lost in the digital world of messages, updates, and possibly the latest news on Pokémon research.

"Hey! We have to get ready for Serena's show!" Ash protested, seeing Goh settle in.

Goh blinked, his eyes lifting a moment from his phone. "Oh," he said, his expression shifting as he connected the dots, "I guess that's what everyone's talking about."

"What do you mean?" Ash inquired, curious about Goh's sudden realization.

"The group chat," Goh responded, turning his phone around to show Ash. "You're in it, you know. You really need to start actually using your phone."

Ash leaned in to squint at the screen, his fingers fumbling with his tie. "Wait, so where are we—," he began, but his question was cut off by a rapid, insistent knocking at the door. Both of them knew that kind of energetic knocking; it was unmistakably Nemona.

Ash hurried to the door and swung it open, revealing Arven, Brock, and Nemona standing outside. Arven looked a bit flustered, whatever composure he'd managed was slightly ruffled by the excitement of the evening. Brock, ever the reliable presence, stood with a friendly smile. And there was Nemona, her energy buzzing around her like a visible nucleus to an atom outfitted with way too many electrons. Pawmo bounced on her shoulder.

Her entrance was as dramatic as it was abrupt. "Arven has things to tell us," she announced, her appearance suggesting she had been in the midst of getting ready. Her casual joggers and T-shirt contrasted sharply with her bold, dark eyeshadow and half-styled hair.

Brock, ever the congenial figure, greeted Ash and Goh warmly, inquiring about their recent classes and experiences with Blitz. His genuine interest in their activities brought a sense of normalcy amidst the flurry of activity.

Arven, meanwhile, found a spot at the small table near the kitchenette, seeming somewhat weary from the day's events. His Mabosstiff, equally exhausted, sank to the floor beside him, resting its head on its paws.

Goh, still scrolling through his phone, looked up in confusion. "I thought we were meeting at eight? In front of the school?" he asked, referencing the messages he had been reading.

"That's the 'Paldean Party Pals' group chat," Nemona clarified as she and Pawmo made a beeline for the cheese on the counter, beginning to snack on it, "This is the 'Keep it Kool w/Koraidon' group chat."

Ash, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the rapid developments and the confusion over group chats, rubbed his temples in mild frustration. "Okay, so what's going on now?" he asked, trying to piece together the plan for the evening and the various conversations happening around him. The room suddenly felt like a mix of excitement and chaos, each person bringing their own energy and information to the table.

Arven, with a sense of purpose, pulled out a detailed map of the Paldea region and spread it out on the table. The map was carefully marked up on a dry-looking path around Area Three, just southwest of a town named Artazon. "Jacq gave me some coordinates to look into—they believe there's another Herba Mystica around here," he explained, his slender finger pointing to the specific markings on the map.

Ash and the others leaned in, gathering around the table to get a better look. Brock, with a keen eye for detail, asked, "How far is that?" He scrutinized the map, particularly noting the rocky terrain that seemed to dominate the area. "Looks like the terrain might be tricky."

Arven nodded in agreement. "It's not that far, but it's easy to get lost in the canyons around there. Probably a few hours' hike to the Pokémon Center here," he said, his finger tracing a route to a red square labeled in the center of the brown-colored area. "We can post up there, rest a little, and then strike out east. The Herba is somewhere north of the path between that Pokémon Center and Artazon. But, we don't know where…" Arven's voice trailed off.

Brock's observation about the size of the area they needed to cover brought a practical perspective to the conversation. "That's kind of a large area to cover still," he said, his tone realistic.

Arven exhaled, a sigh betraying his awareness of the challenge ahead. "Yeah, you're telling me. I can go myself first and rule some places out?" he suggested, a bit haltingly. "I'd hate to waste your time."

Ash, however, was quick to dispel any notion of inconvenience. "No way!" he exclaimed, his hand clapping Arven reassuringly on the shoulder. "We're here to help! Besides, with more of us, we can cover more ground. And it's not a waste of time! Nothing is! I need to get out and do some exploring anyway to train and catch new Pokémon," he said with a smile that was both encouraging and genuine.

Arven's shoulders drooped, but he forced a relieved smile onto his lips. "Sounds good," he agreed, albeit still carrying a hint of concern. "Jacq did mention that there were some other disturbances in the area…but he was super vague about it. Either way, we can talk about that later."

Nemona, ever enthusiastic, clapped her hands as if to seal the plan. "Great! We leave early tomorrow, stay the night Saturday. We really should be back by Sunday afternoon, though, to do homework and study!" Her words laid out a clear, albeit tight, schedule for their adventure.

Goh, who had found his way back into his bed, let out a sarcastic "Yay," his voice laced with dry humor. His body ached slightly from the tryouts.

Without a second thought, Nemona dragged Goh by the legs back out of his bed and onto the floor—much to his pained yelp of displeasure. "It's already seven! You should really start getting ready!"

Arven, meanwhile, carefully folded up the map and stood from the table, his movements deliberate and thoughtful. "I'll send the tickets in the group chat—the party one, or whatever. They're electronic," he mentioned, referring to the tickets for Serena's show.

Ash, who had been caught up in the logistics of their upcoming expedition, suddenly realized another immediate concern. "We need tickets?" he asked, his voice laced with worry, which quickly shifted to surprise as Arven's words registered. His eyes narrowed slightly, "Wait, you have them?"

Arven nodded, his response casual but direct. "Yeah, she sent me enough for everyone."

Ash's face looked pained and he felt his stomach drop. "You have Serena's number?" he asked a bit too forcefully.

Arven twitched. He fought the urge to roll his eyes at the sudden intensity. "I'm going to go now…" he said, sensing the shift in the room's atmosphere and deciding that this was probably not the best moment to mention that he had also invited Serena to join them on their weekend excursion. Serena had insisted on helping Arven for Mabosstiff's sake, promising to keep his secret. But revealing this now seemed like not the best idea.

"Ash," Nemona obtusely interrupted, her amber eyes looking worriedly over the clothes covering his bed, " por favor , tell me you have something other than worn carpenter jeans to wear tonight?"

Ash's gaze followed Nemona's to the sad collection on his bed. Pikachu, observing the scene, shook its head with a little sigh, "Pikachu," it intoned sadly, echoing the sentiment that Ash's wardrobe options were somewhat limited for the occasion.

Feeling a sense of urgency, Ash turned to Goh in desperation. "Goh—I need to borrow some clothes!" he pleaded, hoping his friend could provide a quick solution.

Goh, still slightly disheveled from being unceremoniously dragged off his bed, was quick to point out the practical issue. "You're about two inches taller than me. My pants won't fit you," he replied.

Nemona, as usual, took matters into her own hands. She grabbed Ash by the wrist, pulling him towards the door with a determined stride. "Come," she said, "you need to see Aliquis. For all of his attitude, ese chico has style." Her words carried the promise of a solution to Ash's clothing crisis.

Before whisking Ash away, Nemona called back to Brock and Goh, her voice carrying a hint of excitement for the evening's plans. "Wear comfortable shoes tonight, chicos ! We're going out after the show!"

With that, Ash was hurried out the door, his fate in Nemona's capable hands, while Brock and Goh were left to prepare for what promised to be an eventful evening.

xxxxx

Ash followed Aliquis out of his room, now dressed in a smart-casual ensemble that was a significant upgrade from his usual attire. He donned a fitted black crewneck sweater that rested neatly over a crisp white collared shirt, its hem peeking out slightly at the waist. The shirt's collar added a touch of sophistication to the otherwise simple top. His legs were clad in tailored brown houndstooth trousers, which tapered nicely towards the ankle, complementing his tall frame. The trousers were held comfortably around his waist, hinting at a perfect fit. Finishing off the look, Ash wore a pair of clean, white sneakers.

He would have put on his hat, but Aliquis snatched it out of his hands and tossed it back inside the room.

The confident blue-haired trainer wore a bolder look, his dark features accentuated by a fitted black button-up shirt that was neatly tucked into a pair of charcoal gray trousers. The trousers were patterned with a subtle plaid design, adding depth and interest to his outfit. On his feet, he sported a pair of polished brown leather boots, which gave his look a touch of class and a sharp finish. His stance, casual yet self-assured, was complemented by a silver watch on his wrist, which peeked out just enough to show an attention to detail and an appreciation for fine accessories.

"That sweater is made of Lopunny fur so do not spill anything on it," Aliquis warned, pointing to the crewneck Ash was burrowing, "and those pants cost me half a summer working a balloon cart. Don't even get me started on the shoes."

Ash chuckled, looking a bit embarrassed at wearing such nice clothes "If I ruin anything, you and I can go get some new stuff. I do have a lot of prize money I'm not sure what to do with," Ash said with a casual shrug.

At this remark, Aliquis stopped and turned, giving Ash a long, appraising look. "On second thought," the blue-haired trainer gave a dismissive wave, "ruin everything."

They left the dorm area and soon traversed one of the main staircases that converged into the patterned blue and brown tiles of the school lobby. At the heart of the lobby was an expansive front desk, adorned with a bright orange cloth and flanked by elegant pillars and wall sconces that provided a warm and welcoming light. All of this enhanced the grandeur of the lobby, which appeared to serve as a crossroads for those entering or leaving the academy. Many students milled about, their conversations and laughter echoing off the walls, all seeming to be preparing for their own respective night out.

"Looking good, guys!"

Hohma and Ohara approached Ash and Aliquis, their own styles a sharp contrast to one another but equally fitting for the evening's plans. Hohma wore a blue striped button-down shirt that was neatly tucked into his black jeans, his stout belly asserting a slight presence, giving him a look that was smart yet comfortably informal—perhaps a touch nerdy, but confidently so.

Ohara, on the other hand, exuded a sense of delicate allure. She was dressed in a lavender lettuce trim dress that hugged her slim waist gracefully. The dress featured a high neckline and loose long sleeves that moved fluidly with her gestures, while the A-line skirt introduced a playful bounce with each step she took.

"Don't look so embarrassed, Ash," Ohara laughed, sensing Ash's discomfort as he shifted in his clothes, "Aliquis knows what he's doing." Ohara's eyes danced with a light-hearted mirth.

Ash grinned boyishly and rubbed the back of his head.

The quartet turned at the sound of Nemona's voice, her tone immediately capturing their attention amidst the hum of conversation in the bustling lobby. Heads turned as she made her way towards them. Her normal tom-boyish appearance was replaced by a striking figure clad in an elegant strapless black jumpsuit. The garment was sleek and form-fitting, accentuating her tall frame with its tailored fit at the top before flowing into wide-legged trousers, lending an air of sophistication and modernity to her look. Her outfit was accessorized with a simple yet statement-making silver necklace, which rested gracefully against her collarbone, and her wrists were adorned with matching silver bracelets. The ensemble was completed with a pair of classy black sandals that were no doubt ready to come off at the mere mention of dancing.

Goh and Brock followed close behind Nemona, both exhibiting their own versions of casual elegance. Goh's attire was effortlessly stylish, a smart button-down shirt paired with well-fitting black jeans, while Brock opted for a more relaxed look with a polo shirt and beige pants.

"Where's Arven?" Nemona asked impatiently as she shook out her black loosely curled hair, which she wore down and about her shoulders. She looked at Aliquis and gave him a smug grin, "You were right about the jumpsuit! It's perfect!"

Aliquis nodded, folding his arms before his chest. "It looks good. But I told you to go with the gold jewelry."

Nemona stuck her tongue out at him and then proceeded to look for the botanist, who appeared suddenly from the crowds of students. He looked less disheveled than usual, dressed in a soft, oatmeal-colored half-zip sweater complemented by a pair of worn, slim-fitting charcoal gray trousers.

"Sorry I'm late," he raised his hands before Nemona could chastise him. "Had to give Mabosstiff his meds."

"Is he okay?" Ohara's voice carried a note of genuine concern as she asked about Arven's Pokémon companion.

Arven, caught somewhat off guard by her attention—and appearance—turned swiftly towards her. He seemed to fumble for words. "Oh, yeah, he's fine," Arven finally managed, with a quick nod, "he's already curled up in bed."

Ash's voice cut through the chatter, his tone laced with an undercurrent of anticipation and a hint of nerves. "Alright, come on, guys! Let's go!" He urged everyone forward, his movements betraying his internal conflict. Though his words were buoyant, his expression held a trace of uncertainty. It wasn't just the excitement of the night that tugged at him, but also a subtle unease—he was anxious about seeing Serena.

The guilt of not saying 'hi' to her after her dance classes had been gnawing at him, accumulating into a pressing need to make it up to her, to show her that he was there for her big moment in Mesagoza. He was eager to talk to her, to see her reaction when she saw him. Would she even care that he hadn't gone to see her?

Part of Ash hoped that the time they had spent apart might have cooled any strange feelings between them. He wanted to bridge the gap, get them back to normal—at least, that's what Ash told himself he wanted; but even as he thought this, he felt a newfound tension surging against thoughts of friendship and equilibrium.

In the end, Ash tried pushing everything aside as he led Pikachu and his friends out of the Academy and towards the theater where the performance awaited.


Next Update: Monday, January 22nd.

*All Pokémon products mentioned in this fic are sustainably sourced.