Beyond the Wilderness: From Survival to Success

by canguela

Follow the Path of Ash Ketchum as he explores beyond the beaten paths and learns about secrets that were supposed to stay hidden. Unfortunately, there are those that will do whatever it takes to learn them. Will he break under the weight or will he prove that the path to the top is a journey that starts with survival.

1. Chapter 1

Hello guys Canguela here!

Welcome to my first story. Not Going to lie, I'm super excited but also super nervous. I've been juggling with the idea of writing a Pokémon story for a while, but I've finally decided to start writing it.

As I mentioned, this is my first story so there will be mistakes, just be patient. As time goes on my writing will definitely improve.

This will be an Adventure fic, and in the FUTURE there will be romance.

Also, towards the end of this chapter there will be a dark and sensitive scene that involves torture. It's nothing crazy, but fair warning.

Also, I don't own Pokémon so please Game freak don't sue me. I'm already poor as it is.

Without further ado, let the story begin!

" people speaking"

people thinking

Pokémon speaking

Pokémon thinking

Pokedex- Just bold letters

Delia Ketchum's voice echoed from the living room downstairs. "Ash Ketchum, it's 10 p.m., and you are still not asleep. If you don't turn off the TV right this instant, I won't make your favorite breakfast tomorrow!"

A 13-year-old Ash Ketchum called back from his room, "Aww, but Mom, I can't help it! The conference finals are on right now. I need to see how it ends!"

"I understand, sweetie," Delia replied, her voice softening but still firm. "But if you stay up too late, you'll be exhausted tomorrow. Do you really want to risk oversleeping and falling behind just because you decided to watch this?"

Ash hesitated; his eyes glued to the screen. She's right. I can't risk it, especially since it would put me behind Gary freaking Oak. I'll die before I let Gary beat me.

"You're right, Mom!" Ash finally shouted back. "I'll go to sleep now. Just let me finish this last round."

"Thank you, honey. Sweet dreams!" Delia called, relieved.

As Delia returned to her evening routine, her thoughts wandered. I can't believe my son is already thirteen. I still remember when I cradled him in my arms for the first time. The feel of his tiny fingers wrapped around mine. When my auburn eyes met his brown ones, all those sleepless nights, the extreme tiredness, the headaches, the joint and back pains—they all seemed worth it. The hours of excruciating pain following the nine months were inexpressible. I wanted to give up. But I knew I needed to stay strong. For this precious gift depended on me for life. I was all this boy had. For him, I would move heaven and earth. For him, I would fight Arceus himself if needed. For him… for him.

That day, I made a promise. I would do everything in my power to prepare him not only for his inevitable Pokémon journey but also for life. I would teach him everything I could to maximize his chance of survival… Survival, such a simple concept yet so complex. What does it mean to survive? Is surviving the same as living? I mean, if people survive, then obviously, they're living, but is living surviving? I didn't really know at the time, but over these last years, I've come to my own conclusion about what encompasses survival and living. Tomorrow he'll start his journey, not only to collect badges but to learn for himself what it means to live. Tomorrow will be the beginning of his journey to understand what it means to be Ash Ketchum.

"Oh, Mew, please protect my son."

If Delia had looked up at the night sky, she would have noticed a particular star twinkle twice before settling back into its normal glow.

The next morning, at 7 a.m., Delia's voice rang out from the kitchen. "Ash Ketchum, it's 7 a.m. If you don't wake up right now, you're going to miss breakfast!"

"Coming, Mom, almost ready!" Ash's voice replied from upstairs.

As Ash finished putting on his shoes, he raced downstairs, almost tripping and falling flat on his face. Wouldn't that have been the most embarrassing way to go? Not by a wild pack of Ursaring or being eaten by a Gyarados. No, it would be because I tripped over my own shoes because I was too stupid to slow down. Oh, the shame!

In the kitchen, Delia was bustling around, preparing breakfast. "I made your favorite, pancakes with extra syrup," she said with a warm smile.

Ash skidded into the kitchen; his eyes wide with excitement. "Thanks, Mom! But I'll eat after I get my starter. I don't want to waste any time."

Delia chuckled, shaking her head. "You're always in such a hurry. Just make sure you eat something before you leave. You'll need your energy."

"I will, I promise!" Ash said, grabbing a quick bite of pancake. "I'll be back before you know it!"

As Ash dashed out the door, Delia's gaze followed him. She felt a mix of pride and bittersweet emotion. Stepping outside, I could see it was a beautiful day. The sun was shining brightly, not a single cloud in sight. Pidgey, Taillow, and the occasional Starly chirped in the trees. Rattata and Sentret skittered about, while kids played tag on the lawns. Elderly people watched from their porches with fond expressions. The neighborhood buzzed with life, and Ash felt a peaceful excitement as he embarked on his new adventure.

The tranquility of the morning mirrored Ash's anticipation for the journey ahead. Delia knew that today marked the start of something significant for her son, and she hoped all her teachings would prepare him for the road he was about to travel.

As Ash ran up the hill toward the northwestern part of Pallet Town, where Professor Oak's lab was located, he pondered his options for starters. Charmander, Squirtle, and Bulbasaur. All three are great choices. He considered Charmander, which would eventually evolve into Charizard, a draconic fire lizard known for its overwhelming offense. Then there was Squirtle, destined to become Blastoise, a turtle Pokémon renowned for its defensive capabilities. Squirtle could take hits and keep going. Finally, there was Bulbasaur, which would evolve into Venusaur—a quadruped, toad-like creature with a bulb on its back. Bulbasaur represented a balance between offense and defense, relying on misdirection and traps rather than direct confrontation.

Ash recalled the recent announcement from Professor Oak about a fourth starter. It wasn't from Kanto and had the potential to be as strong as the others. I remember when Professor Oak mentioned there would be a fourth starter because a family from Celadon had a daughter starting her journey. "Why they didn't just wait until she got her starter is beyond me. Not my problem, though."

When Ash arrived at the door to Professor Oak's lab, he noticed three others were already there. The first was Gary Oak, dressed in his signature purple shirt, blue cargo pants, and brown boots. His ever-arrogant, smug smile made Ash cringe. Next to him was Nathan, an average-looking guy clad in black from head to toe. His dark attire matched his fiery personality, making it surprising that he and Gary didn't seem to get along better. At least Nathan wasn't a jerk.

The last person was a new girl. Her shoulder-length black hair and fair skin contrasted with her navy-blue blouse under a white jacket, paired with black pants and brown boots. While she wasn't exactly model material, she certainly wasn't unattractive.

Gary's voice cut through the air with his usual condescension. "If it isn't Ashy boy. Always one step behind me, I see. You couldn't even manage to beat me at this. How pathetic can you be? Honestly, I'm surprised you managed to wake up on time all by yourself. Or did Mommy have to wake you up?"

Ash took a deep breath, trying to stay composed. He's just trying to get under your skin. Don't give him the satisfaction of seeing you react. He's not worth it.

"How long did it take you to come up with those insults, Gare Bear? Let me guess, five years?" Ash replied with a smirk.

"Tsk, whatever," Gary retorted, rolling his eyes. "We'll see who gets the last laugh when I stomp you into the ground with my Squirtle."

Ash wasn't surprised by Gary's choice of starter. Gary always boasted about having the best, and in his mind, Squirtle was the top choice.

Before Ash could approach the new girl and introduce himself, Nathan broke in. "Don't let Gary get to you," Nathan said, his voice surprisingly supportive. "He's all talk. Focus on what you want and ignore the noise."

The new girl nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it's not worth it. I'm excited to meet my starter too."

As Ash was about to reply, Professor Oak's lab door swung open, and the professor himself emerged, unaware of the ongoing conversation. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted out, mingling with the faint aroma of grass from the lab's garden.

"Good morning, everyone!" Professor Oak called out, his voice cheerful and warm. "I'm glad to see you all bright and early. Are you ready to pick your starters?"

Ash took one last look at Gary, Nathan, and the new girl before focusing on Professor Oak. Today was the start of a new adventure, and he was determined to make the most of it. He could feel the excitement in the air as the morning sun bathed the lab in a golden glow, promising new beginnings and opportunities.

"Professor Oak greeted the group with a warm, inviting smile. "Good morning, everyone. I see all of you are raring to go, so I'll try to make this quick. Please come inside."

As Ash stepped into the lab, he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The room was bathed in bright, white light that accentuated its pristine, clinical appearance. Sophisticated machines lined the walls, their intricate designs and blinking lights creating a captivating, almost futuristic ambiance. Despite the lab's sterile environment, it was abuzz with activity. Lab assistants darted around; their gloves-clad hands expertly maneuvering flasks filled with colorful, mysterious liquids. Some were hunched over computers, murmuring technical jargon as they analyzed shifting graphs, while others scribbled complex symbols on whiteboards that looked like an alien script to Ash.

"Alright, everyone, if I can have your attention, please," Professor Oak's voice cut through the clamor, authoritative yet warm. "On this table, you'll see three Poké Balls. They each contain one of the Kanto starters: Charmander, Squirtle, and Bulbasaur. Each of these Pokémon has great potential if trained well, so there's no need to argue about which one is the 'best.' However, you might have noticed there are four of you and only three Poké Balls. Don't worry; the fourth is right here on this other table." He gestured to a second table across the room. "This one is from Johto, not Kanto. It might be new to you, but it's just as capable as the others."

As Professor Oak spoke, Ash's curiosity about the mystery fourth Pokémon intensified. What could it be? Ash wondered, already leaning toward choosing it. He wanted to start his journey with something unique, something that would set him apart from the crowd. Catching rare Pokémon would give him an edge in battles and help him navigate the perils of the Pokémon world. With the increased age limit for trainers and the dangers of the wild, having a powerful team was crucial for survival. He recalled the League's decision to raise the starting age from ten to thirteen to reduce trainer deaths, and how families were now encouraged to teach survival skills. Rare Pokémon, he reasoned, were not only powerful but also unpredictable, making them a strategic asset.

Professor Oak's voice interrupted his thoughts. "Now, who wants to receive the fourth starter?" he asked, a playful glint in his eye.

Without hesitation, Ash's hand shot up. Professor Oak chuckled and began handing out the Pokedex. "Before you choose your starter, I want to introduce you to my personal invention: the Pokédex. It's a state-of-the-art encyclopedia packed with data on Pokémon—everything from gender and current movesets to habitats and potential abilities. It's also a personal ID. Please, take care of them; they're invaluable and cannot be replaced."

As Oak distributed the Pokédex, Ash observed the colors each person received: Gary's was blue, Nathan's was black, Ash's was red, and the new girl's was green.

"Well, now that you have your Pokédex, let's get to the starters. Who wants to go first?" Professor Oak asked, looking around.

"Out of my way, losers. Since I'm clearly the best of this sorry bunch, it's only natural that I go first," Gary declared with a haughty grin.

"Hey, who says you get to go first!" Nathan's voice was filled with frustration.

"Are you deaf or just stupid? I said I'm going first," Gary retorted, his arrogance undeterred.

"Now, now, Gary, please be respectful," Professor Oak interjected firmly.

"Whatever, Gramps," Gary muttered dismissively.

Gary swaggered up to the table and picked up the Poké Ball with the raindrop sticker. As he released it, Squirtle materialized, its smug expression clearly reflecting its satisfaction at being chosen first. Ash thought, oh boy, pairing those two together is just asking for trouble.

"Alright, Nathan, you're up next," Professor Oak said, motioning for him to step forward.

"Wow, thanks, Professor!" Nathan said eagerly as he hurried to grab the Poké Ball with the fire symbol.

"Last but certainly not least, Ashley," Professor Oak said with a hint of apology. "Sorry you don't have much of a choice."

Oh, so her name is Ashley. That's cool, I guess, Ash thought.

"It's okay, Professor. Bulbasaur was the one I wanted anyway," Ashley said with a smile, accepting the Poké Ball with a sense of calm determination.

"Well, that's a relief!" Professor Oak said, visibly relieved.

"Are you ready for your starter, Ash?" Oak asked, turning to him with an encouraging nod.

"Sure am, Professor!" Ash responded with enthusiasm.

"As Ash pressed the release button on the Poké Ball, a surge of excitement and anticipation coursed through him. He imagined the countless adventures that awaited him—the thrilling battles, the challenges, and the unforgettable moments. The Poké Ball opened with a soft click, and in a flash of light, a Swinub appeared before him.

"Oh wow! Hey there, Swinub. My name is Ash Ketchum. I want to become a Pokémon Master one day. I promise I'll make you the strongest Mamoswine in the entire world. Will you join me on this journey?" Ash's voice was filled with hope and enthusiasm.

Swinub looked up at Ash, its small, brown eyes glinting with curiosity. What does this boy mean by Pokémon Master? The idea of becoming the strongest Mamoswine is intriguing. And the fact that he's asking me to come with him shows he cares more about me than just using me for his goals. He seems like a genuine and cool guy!

"Swi, Swinub!" The Pokémon responded with a joyful squeal, its tiny tusks twitching with excitement as it scurried towards Ash.

"Okay, Swinub, I'm going to scan you with this Pokédex. It won't hurt, I promise," Ash explained, holding up the device with a reassuring smile.

The Pokédex buzzed to life, its screen displaying a series of detailed images and data.

Swinub is small porcine Pokémon. Living in frigid temperatures. Swinub is covered in dense, brown, striped hair to keep it warm. The hair is so shaggy that it often covers its tuft-like small legs, making it appear like a legless lump. Swinub's eyes appear as if they are perpetually closed.

This Swinub is male.

Swinub's current moveset is Tackle, mud slap, powder snow.

Egg move: Icicle Crash(locked)

Ability: Thick fat (Halves the damage taken from ice and fire attacks)

"Wow, aren't you a tough little guy!" Ash exclaimed, genuinely impressed by the details.

"Ha! Even with all the luck involved, you still can't beat me, Ashy boy!" Gary sneered from across the room, his tone dripping with condescension.

"Don't listen to him, Ash. He's just jealous because you got a rare Pokémon from Johto," Nathan said, stepping forward to support Ash.

"What did you say, punk? Do you want to get a taste of my anger too?" Gary shot back, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

"Settle down, boys," Professor Oak interjected with a firm but calm demeanor. "Gary, I've asked you to stop instigating."

Gary huffed but said nothing more, his eyes flashing with annoyance. If looks could kill, we'd all be six feet under.

"Anyway, you're all free to go," Professor Oak continued, turning his attention back to the group. "I recommend you say goodbye to your families before heading out. I'm looking forward to seeing what each of you accomplishes!"

As Ash looked around at his fellow trainers, he felt a mix of determination and excitement. With Swinub by his side and the road ahead stretching out before him, he knew this was just the beginning of an incredible journey.

"As Ash walked towards his house, the gentle morning light bathed Pallet Town in a golden hue. He glanced over to see Nathan and Ashley heading toward their own homes, their figures moving steadily down the familiar streets. Meanwhile, Gary remained behind, locked in animated conversation with Professor Oak. The rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of birds filled the tranquil air.

When Ash finally reached his home, the inviting scent of breakfast greeted him. The kitchen was a cozy haven, with the table set impeccably: steaming pancakes stacked high, crisp bacon glistening with a hint of maple syrup, and a bowl of fresh fruit in the center. The soft clinking of dishes and the warm light filtering through the window created a comforting atmosphere.

"Finally! I was beginning to think you'd already set off on your journey, honey," his mother called out with a hint of relief in her voice, her eyes twinkling with a mix of love and concern.

Ash stepped inside, the warmth of the kitchen enveloping him like a welcoming embrace. "You know I would never skip out on your cooking, Mom. "No matter how eager I am to start my journey," he said, his voice filled with genuine affection.

"Well, don't keep me in suspense," she urged, her excitement barely contained. "Who's your starter?"

Ash's grin widened as he reached for the Poké Ball at his belt. With a flick of his wrist, he released Swinub into the kitchen. The little Pokémon materialized with a cheerful squeal, its round body and tiny tusks immediately captivating.

"Oh my goodness, he's absolutely adorable!" his mother exclaimed, her voice rising with delight. She knelt beside Swinub, her hands gently brushing over its soft, shaggy fur. "Look at those tiny tusks and that fluffy coat! You're just the cutest little thing!"

Swinub looked up at her with curious eyes, clearly overwhelmed by the torrent of affection. It shuffled its tiny legs and snuffled softly, trying to process the sudden attention.

As Ash settled at the table, the delicious aroma of breakfast mixed with the slight tension in his stomach. The pancakes were warm and comforting, but his excitement was tinged with a gnawing anxiety about the journey ahead. He felt a whirlwind of emotions—thrill, anticipation, and a hint of fear. The wild was unpredictable, and despite his confidence, he knew he couldn't control every aspect of his adventure. He tried to focus on the positive aspects and not let doubt cloud his thoughts.

"Are you excited about starting your journey, honey?" his mother asked, her gaze soft and understanding.

"I am, Mom," Ash replied, pushing a forkful of pancakes around his plate. "But I'm also a little nervous."

"That's good," she said gently. "If you're nervous, it means you're aware of the dangers. And if you're aware, you'll be cautious and make smart choices. Just remember, life is more than just living, and living is more than just surviving."

Ash furrowed his brow, contemplating her words. "You've always said that, Mom, but I'm not quite sure what you mean. To me, living and surviving seem like the same thing."

"In time, you'll understand," she said with a tender smile. "You're still only thirteen. I don't expect you to have all the answers yet."

She glanced at the clock, noting the time. "I see you've finished breakfast. Are you heading out soon?"

"Yeah, I plan on leaving once I double-check I have all the essentials," Ash said, standing up and gathering his belongings.

"Alright, honey," his mother said, her voice filled with warmth. "Just don't forget to call me every time you reach a new city."

"I will, Mom!" Ash promised, giving her a hug.

As he dashed upstairs to double-check his gear, Delia couldn't help but shed a tear. Her baby boy was leaving. The house was filled with the comforting aroma of breakfast—freshly baked pancakes and sizzling bacon—which contrasted sharply with the ache in her heart. As Ash prepared to embark on his journey, a myriad of emotions swirled through Delia's mind, creating a complex tapestry of thoughts and feelings:

Pride: She felt an immense surge of pride as she thought about the milestones Ash had achieved. From his first wobbly steps to his final day at Professor Oak's lab, she marveled at the young man he had grown into. She could still see his eager face lighting up with excitement whenever he'd come running into the kitchen, a messy smear of chocolate on his cheek.

Joy: Amidst the sadness of his departure, there was a sense of joy bubbling up within her. She imagined the new adventures and opportunities awaiting him, picturing him exploring vibrant forests and bustling towns. The thought of him chasing his dreams and spreading his wings filled her with a warm, radiant happiness.

Worry: Beneath the surface, an undercurrent of worry gnawed at her. She fretted over his safety, wondering if he would remember to eat nutritious meals, stay out of danger, and make sensible choices when faced with challenges. Her mind raced with images of him navigating treacherous terrains and dealing with unpredictable Pokémon, despite the careful preparation he had made.

Sadness: The impending emptiness of the house weighed heavily on her heart. She knew that once Ash left, the house would feel quieter, the laughter and warmth replaced by a poignant silence. The daily interactions she cherished so much would be replaced with long, lonely days.

Anticipation: Despite her sadness, a flicker of anticipation sparked within her. She looked forward to the phone calls and occasional visits that would keep their bond strong. The thought of receiving postcards from distant cities and hearing about his adventures filled her with a bittersweet excitement.

Love: Above all else, her thoughts were consumed by love. She loved her son fiercely and unconditionally. As she prepared to say goodbye, she clung to the precious memories they had shared, the countless bedtime stories, and the countless hugs. No distance could diminish the bond between a mother and her child.

"Alright, Mom, I'm all set," Ash exclaimed as he bounded down the stairs, his face glowing with a mix of excitement and determination.

"Do you have your tent, knife, matches, rope, sleeping bag, Poké Balls, first aid kit, potions, flashlights with extra batteries, food, water purifier, waterproof boots, rain jacket, and an extra pair of clothes?" Delia's voice trembled slightly, her eyes scanning him with maternal concern.

"Yes, Mom, like I said, I'm all set," Ash replied with a reassuring smile, though she could see the slight nerves behind his enthusiasm.

"Just checking, sweetie. Anyway, good luck on your journey," Delia said, her voice wavering as she tried to mask her emotions.

"I don't need luck with how much I've prepared, Mom, and especially now that I have Swinub." He gave her a confident grin, trying to ease her worries.

Delia's heart swelled with love. She sent him the brightest smile she could muster, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. As he stepped towards the door, she waved goodbye, her heart aching with both pride and sorrow.

"Ash stood at the edge of the grassy field, the early morning sun casting a golden glow over Pallet Town. The cool breeze rustled through the tall grass, carrying the scent of fresh earth and dew. With a determined smile, he pulled out a Poké Ball and pressed the release button.

"Come on out, Swinub!" Ash called, his voice brimming with excitement.

The Poké Ball clicked open, and Swinub materialized in a burst of light. The small, porcine Pokémon blinked its beady eyes and snorted happily as it took in the new surroundings.

"Hey, buddy," Ash said, crouching down to Swinub's level. "I was wondering if you'd like to walk with me as we take our first steps towards our goal of being the best."

"Swinub!" The Pokémon responded with an enthusiastic squeal, its tiny tusks gleaming in the sunlight.

Ash's heart swelled with joy. "Also, I meant to ask you earlier, but now seems like as good a time as any. Do you want a nickname?"

Swinub's ears perked up, and it nodded its head eagerly.

Ash's mind raced through a list of potential names. "How about Frostbite? Or Polar? Maybe Blizzard?"

Each suggestion was met with a shake of Swinub's head. He almost settled on Blizzard, but the Pokémon seemed unsure. After a moment of contemplation, Ash's face lit up with inspiration.

"What about Snowstorm?" he proposed.

Swinub's eyes brightened, and it let out a delighted cry. "Swi! Swi!"

"Alright, Snowstorm it is!" Ash declared with a grin. "Sounds powerful, doesn't it? Quite fitting, since you're going to become the most formidable Pokémon of them all."

With Snowstorm happily trotting beside him, Ash began to walk towards the gate leading to Route 1. The anticipation of the journey ahead filled him with a mix of excitement and nervous energy. The path ahead was both thrilling and uncertain, and he could barely contain his eagerness to begin.

But as they approached the gate, Ash's heart sank. Standing in the path was Gary Oak, the ever-arrogant rival. Gary's smirk was unmistakable, his purple shirt a stark contrast against the natural surroundings. His presence was a reminder of the competitive challenges awaiting Ash.

"Of course," Ash muttered under his breath; his excitement momentarily tempered by the sight of his rival.

Snowstorm let out a soft, inquisitive squeal, sensing Ash's change in mood. Ash gave the Pokémon a reassuring pat on its furry head, steeling himself for whatever confrontation might come next.

As he drew closer, the golden sunlight continued to bathe the scene in warmth, contrasting sharply with the cold tension between him and Gary. The journey had truly begun, and Ash knew that every step forward would be an adventure, filled with both challenges and triumphs.

"Gary Oak's smirk was a jagged line of arrogance as he faced Ash, his eyes flashing with a mix of contempt and excitement. "Would you look at that! It's my lucky day. My first victory on my path to greatness will be you. Lady Fortune must really hate you. Then again, I don't blame her. I hate you too."

Ash stood firm, the weight of Gary's words seeming to steel his resolve. "If you want to battle, just say so, Gary. Your insults only reveal how weak you really are."

Gary's face twisted into a scowl. "I'll make you eat those words. Squirtle, let's show these losers what happens when you insult THE Gary Oak!"

Squirtle let out a fierce cry, its tiny limbs tensing as it readied itself. The sunlight glinted off its smooth, blue shell, highlighting the determined glint in its eyes.

As the two Pokémon squared off, Ash's mind was a whirlwind of strategies and lessons. He recalled Professor Oak's guidance with vivid clarity:

First, understand your Pokémon and your opponent's. Know their strengths and weaknesses—both physical and elemental. Observe the battleground. Seek out anything that could offer you an advantage and watch your opponent's movements closely. If you spot a pattern, use it to your advantage. Also, keep a vigilant eye on your own Pokémon's condition—monitor their energy and check for any injuries that could be exploited. Maintain momentum by keeping your opponent on the defensive and stay composed under pressure. Avoid making hasty decisions that could cost you the match.

With Squirtle's Water type giving it a clear elemental edge, and its size offering a slight physical advantage, Ash knew he faced a tough opponent. Yet, he remembered the ironic twist: Squirtle's shell, a hallmark of its defense, could also become a liability.

Typically, a Squirtle's shell provided robust protection, its hardness increasing with evolution into Wartortle and Blastoise. The shell's defensive capabilities were further enhanced by moves like Rapid Spin, making Squirtle resilient to most attacks. Moves like Toxic, Protect, and Earthquake made it nearly invincible.

But this strength could be turned against Squirtle. If Ash could manage to flip Squirtle onto its back, the shell's defensive advantage would become a vulnerability. Squirtle's reliance on its shell often led to overconfidence, underestimating the possibility of its shell being targeted.

Ash knew that flipping Squirtle wouldn't be easy—its instinct would be to retract into its shell for protection. However, he had a plan. He needed to create a distraction to close in and execute his strategy. First, he would have to slow Squirtle down, preventing it from dodging his moves.

With determination surging through him, Ash took a deep breath, feeling the cool breeze against his face. The field before him was set, the rivals were ready, and the first clash of their journey was on the verge of unfolding. Ash's heart raced with anticipation as he prepared for the battle that would mark the beginning of his adventure.

"Snowstorm, start off with Powder Snow!" Ash commanded; his voice filled with determination. A swirling flurry of icy snow erupted from Snowstorm, its chilling gusts streaking toward Squirtle.

Gary's lips curled into a smirk. "Ha! You're an idiot. Don't you know Ice-type attacks aren't very effective against Water types? This'll be easier than I thought. Squirtle, take it and retaliate with Water Gun!"

A pressurized blast of water shot from Squirtle's mouth, racing through the air with a force meant to knock Snowstorm out in a single blow.

"Snowstorm, dodge! Keep using Powder Snow, but this time aim for his legs and feet. Just don't let that Water Gun hit you!" Ash shouted; his voice steady as he strategized.

Gary scoffed. "This again? You really are a one-trick Ponyta. Squirtle, dodge and then Tail Whip!"

Squirtle began to wag its tail in a hypnotic rhythm, the motion intended to mesmerize Snowstorm and lower its guard, making it easier for Squirtle to strike harder in the next move.

Snowstorm's eyes locked onto the swaying tail, falling into a trance. But then, Ash's voice cut through the haze. "Don't fall for it, Snowstorm! Close your eyes and gather your bearings!"

With renewed focus, Snowstorm snapped back to reality, seeing the scowls on Gary and Squirtle's faces. Ash's voice rang with confidence. "Powder Snow again, Snowstorm! Aim for his legs and feet and increase the power. We need to finish this soon."

A stronger and faster flurry of snow surged towards Squirtle, its icy tendrils aiming to slow and immobilize him. Ash knew that in a prolonged battle, Squirtle's stamina would outlast Snowstorm's. They needed to end it quickly before Snowstorm's energy waned.

Gary's eyes narrowed. "You never learn, Ashy boy. Dodge the Powder Snow, Squirtle, and then go for Tackle!"

As Squirtle and Snowstorm charged towards each other, Ash noticed a frost layer forming around Squirtle's feet. The ice was slowing him down, restricting his movements.

Seizing the opportunity, Ash shouted, "Now's our chance, Snowstorm! Use Mud-Slap, and while he's blinded, follow up with Powder Snow to harden the mud around his eyes!"

Gary's eyes widened in alarm as he processed the danger. "Use Water Gun to destroy the ice around your feet, Squirtle, then dodge the Mud-Slap!"

But it was too late. Weakened from the battle and hampered by his own trainer's arrogance, Squirtle struggled to free himself from the snow and evade the incoming Mud-Slap. The mud struck its target, and Snowstorm's Powder Snow followed, sealing the mud around Squirtle's eyes.

"You have to get out of there, Squirtle, please!" Gary begged desperately; his voice thick with urgency. But the plea was in vain; the battle was all but decided. It was only a matter of moments before Ash would make it official.

"Use Tackle," Ash commanded with a tone of finality. Snowstorm, with a fierce battle cry of "Swiiinub!" charged forward, slamming into Squirtle with a powerful impact. The tackle wasn't enough to knock Squirtle out, but it served its purpose. With a grunt of effort, Snowstorm flipped the turtle Pokémon onto its back.

As Squirtle lay on its shell, the realization of its predicament hit hard. Flailing desperately, Squirtle tried to right itself, but its struggles were futile. The position left it vulnerable and disoriented, thrashing wildly in a hopeless attempt to regain its footing.

"Squirtle, are you okay, buddy? You have to straighten out!" Gary's voice was laced with panic as he shouted, his eyes wide with fear. Squirtle struggled, unable to right itself. The reasons for Squirtle's plight were complex:

The turtle Pokémon's inner ear, responsible for balance, was disoriented. Flipped upside down, the fluids in his ear sent conflicting signals to his brain, creating a whirlpool of dizziness. His visual field was similarly distorted; the world was now an incomprehensible swirl of shapes and colors. His muscles and joints, accustomed to the normal orientation, provided contradictory feedback, further compounding his disorientation.

On top of this, psychological stress gripped Squirtle. In the wild, being flipped onto their back was a dangerous situation. It left them vulnerable and helpless, with predators often waiting to take advantage. The raw fear Squirtle felt was palpable, each frantic thrash a testament to his desperation. Tears began to glisten in his eyes, mirroring his growing panic. This wasn't just about losing a battle; it felt like a fight for survival.

Gary's voice trembled with genuine concern. "Squirtle, buddy, what's wrong?" His fear was not just about losing the match but about Squirtle's well-being. The sight of his starter, so vulnerable and frightened, pierced through him.

"What's wrong?" Ash's voice cut through the air, tinged with anger. "Do you not see the state your starter is in? Return him, for goodness' sake!"

Gary's frustration boiled over. "Grr, whatever, Ashy boy. You got lucky this time, but mark my words—next time, I'll show you no mercy." With a swift motion, Gary recalled Squirtle into its Poké Ball, his face set in a scowl as he stormed towards Professor Oak's lab.

The moment was not lost on Ash. He turned to Snowstorm, his heart swelling with pride and relief. "Great job, buddy! You did it! That was just the first of many victories, the first step on our path to greatness." Ash's voice was filled with triumph as he raised his fist to the sky, a symbol of their hard-fought victory and the beginning of their shared journey

. "Swiiii!" he replied wholeheartedly agreeing with his trainer.

As Ash and Snowstorm approached the gate leading out of Pallet Town and onto Route 1, they were struck by the stunning beauty of their surroundings. The route stretched out before them like a living canvas, framed by towering trees whose leaves whispered secrets to the gentle breeze. A vibrant tapestry of green enveloped them, with the occasional wild Pokémon habitat adding splashes of life to the landscape.

To the left, a cerulean river shimmered beneath the midday sun, its waters sparkling like liquid sapphires. The river's gentle ripples caressed the rocks, creating a soothing melody that mingled with the songs of birds soaring gracefully overhead. Their calls, high and melodious, created a symphony with the rhythmic crash of the waves, forming a perfect backdrop for their journey.

On the right, a dense forest emerged, its emerald canopy stretching upward as if reaching for the sky. Sunlight filtered through the foliage, casting intricate patterns of light and shadow on the forest floor. Pokémon darted through the undergrowth, their playful cries echoing through the trees as they foraged and frolicked. The air was fragrant with the scent of fresh grass and wildflowers, carried on a soft breeze that rustled the leaves and brushed against their skin. Butterfree flitted from flower to flower, adding vibrant pops of color to the lush green landscape.

This was only Route 1, and Ash's imagination soared with the possibilities of what awaited them as they ventured further into Kanto. Despite the breathtaking scenery, he reminded himself of the wild's inherent dangers. The main routes were generally safe, but the untamed paths posed significant risks. If they sought rare Pokémon, they would have to brave these wild, uncharted territories where a single mistake could have serious consequences. Fortunately, Route 1 was not one of these perilous paths, so they continued onward.

After two hours of steady walking, Snowstorm, exhausted, requested to be returned to his Poké Ball, with the condition that he would be released if danger approached. Ash agreed and continued walking for another two hours before deciding it was time for a break.

"Come on out, Snowstorm!" Ash called, releasing the tiny porcine Pokémon. Snowstorm materialized and immediately bounded toward Ash, tackling him with unrestrained enthusiasm.

"Ow, buddy!" Ash laughed, rubbing his side. "I know you're happy, but you need to be a bit more careful. I'm not as sturdy as you are. Anyway, it's time for lunch, and there's something important I want to discuss. Do you remember when I told you I wanted to become a Pokémon Master?"

Snowstorm nodded eagerly. "Swinub!"

"Good," Ash said, his expression serious. "I meant every word. To become a Pokémon Master, I need a team that's incredibly powerful. That's why when I said I'd make you the strongest Mamoswine in the world, I was serious. This means we'll be training hard and battling a lot—day in and day out. It's going to be challenging, and there will be moments when you might want to give up. But in the end, it will be worth it. Remember, no matter how tough I push you or our future team, it's all out of love."

Snowstorm tilted his head, puzzled. "Swii?"

Ash smiled warmly. "Let me explain. The stronger we are, the better our chances of survival. I don't want you or any Pokémon we catch to suffer a premature death because we weren't prepared. The more we train and battle, the more resilient we become. Why do we need to be strong? Because I'm aiming for the top. I need Pokémon that meet that standard. To find them, we'll have to explore untamed paths, places where humans haven't ventured. These areas are dangerous, and the Pokémon there are tough because they need to be. If we want to find them, we need to be strong ourselves."

Snowstorm's eyes widened with curiosity. "Swi, Swinub?"

"Why are these Pokémon in dangerous areas instead of safer ones?" Ash nodded at Snowstorm's question. "Sometimes, it's not their choice. Often, Pokémon's parents mate far from human settlements because they distrust us. History has shown humans have caused them great harm—wars, poaching, habitat destruction, and experimentation. This history has made Pokémon wary of humans. Over time, some Pokémon came to realize that not all humans are bad, and bonds were formed. But many still hold onto their ancestors' fears. We must be ready to battle and, more importantly, to show them they're wrong about us. There's also a chance they'll give us a chance to prove our worth."

Ash looked at Snowstorm with a determined glint in his eyes. He preferred the latter option, but he was prepared for whatever challenges lay ahead.

Ash detailed the training regimen with a steady, determined tone. "Now, let's talk about the training exercises and the schedule we'll follow. Each morning, we'll start with one hour of endurance exercises, beginning with swimming. Since you're weak to water, these exercises will help build your tolerance, resistance, and stamina. Be prepared; when we catch a water Pokémon, it will use water moves against you too."

He continued, "To further boost your endurance, we'll include long-distance running and walking. I noticed you tire quickly during battles, so we'll work on increasing your stamina through these activities."

Ash's gaze was unwavering as he outlined the strength training. "For the second hour, we'll focus on strength training. This includes digging practice—digging through soil, sand, or snow will not only strengthen your muscles but also prepare you for learning the move Dig."

He then emphasized the importance of rock lifting. "Mamoswine are known for their incredible power, not only in charging but also in lifting. To ready your body for evolution, we need to build your lifting strength."

"Finally," Ash said, "we'll dedicate the third hour to balance training. We'll practice balancing on uneven terrain and unstable surfaces. This will improve your coordination and stability, essential for battles and navigating diverse terrains."

Ash concluded, "So, that's the morning routine. We'll start at eight, train until lunchtime, then focus on battling until around 5 PM. After supper, we'll work on moves and techniques until about 9 or 10 PM. We'll sleep and repeat. If we have a gym battle, we'll rest from training that day. Sound good?"

"Swinub, Swiiii!" Snowstorm nodded enthusiastically, clearly ready for the challenge.

"Haha, it seems we were so caught up in planning that we forgot to eat. No worries; we'll start now. You'll need the energy, trust me. Since there's a river nearby, we'll kick off with swimming practice. We'll start in the shallow water and gradually move to deeper areas. Don't worry—I'll be right there with you."

After about 40 minutes, they finished eating and prepared to begin their training.

"Alright, Snowstorm, let's dive in!" Ash cheered. They plunged into the cool river, shivering as the water enveloped them. Snowstorm, with his thick fur and Ground typing, felt the cold acutely. His fur, prone to becoming waterlogged, diminished his insulation and mobility, sending a shiver through his system. Yet, as the minutes passed, both began to acclimate to the temperature change, their breaths visible in the crisp air.

"Ash glanced at the distant rock and turned to Snowstorm. "Do you see that rock over there?" Snowstorm nodded, his eyes following the marker. "Alright, we'll use that as our reference point. We're going to run back and forth between that rock and here. Once the hour is up, we'll take a short break before starting strength training. Ready? Let's do this!"

The hour of relentless swimming left both trainer and Pokémon visibly drained. Ash let out a labored sigh. "Who would've thought swimming could be so exhausting? It's a full-body workout for sure. Let's take a five-minute break. I need to change into dry clothes… Alright, let's get started on strength training. I'll strap this boulder onto you with the rope. Run from here to that big rock over there, starting slowly and gradually increasing your speed. We'll keep at it for an hour or until you can't go any longer. While you're running, I'll do push-ups. I can't slack off either!"

An hour later, sweat streamed down their faces as they panted heavily. Ash groaned, "That was a real eye-opener. I didn't realize I was this out of shape. I'm going to return you for now, buddy. I'm heading towards Viridian City. I might release you for supper or a battle, so stay sharp."

"Swi!" Snowstorm nodded with resolve.

As Ash continued his journey, the trees around them grew denser, creating a canopy that transformed the route into something resembling a forest. After several more hours of walking, Ash decided it was time for supper. The absence of other trainers was disappointing, though he understood the area's limited appeal. It was mostly a route to Professor Oak, not a prime battleground.

"Come on out, Snowstorm," Ash called, as he unpacked the sandwiches his mom had made. As they ate, Ash contemplated their future needs. They would soon have to rely on trainer meals or hunt for their own food while on the road. Both options had their merits and challenges.

After their meal, they continued towards Viridian City, setting up camp as night fell. It was 8 PM, and Ash knew they needed to fit in some training before bed.

"Come here, Snowstorm," Ash instructed, his voice steady despite the day's fatigue. "For the next two hours, we're focusing on making Mud-Slap and Powder Snow stronger. Mud-Slap might seem weak, but its real power lies in its ability to disrupt opponents and serve as a diversion—remember the battle with Squirtle? Tonight, we'll work on boosting its power. This will lay the groundwork for learning Mud-Bomb, a more powerful version of Mud-Slap. Eventually, I want you hurling multiple mud projectiles instead of just one."

He continued, "Powder Snow training will also help speed up learning Icy Wind later. While you work on that, I'll be studying the Pokédex to better understand the Pokémon and terrain we'll encounter."

The crackling fire cast a warm glow as Ash and Snowstorm settled into their routines, their focus unwavering as they prepared for the challenges ahead. The night air was cool, but their determination burned brightly, promising a future of strength and adventure.

After the two hours of training had passed, Snowstorm had made impressive progress with both moves. The results were immediately clear; the moves were not only faster and stronger but also executed with a newfound fluidity. Pleased with the day's progress, Ash decided it was time for a well-earned rest.

The night came quickly, and both trainer and Pokémon fell into a deep sleep, utterly exhausted from the rigorous training. As dawn broke, Ash stretched with a yawn. "Let's have breakfast first," he said, his voice echoing his readiness for the new day. "Then we'll find a pond or river to continue our endurance training."

After finishing their simple meal of sandwiches and Pokémon food and packing up their campsite, they set off into the pseudo-forest, hopeful of finding a water source. Their search lasted about 45 minutes before they spotted a shimmering river cutting through the trees.

"Alright, Snowstorm, let's get started," Ash said with renewed enthusiasm. "We'll swim for an hour, just like last time. If needed, we can take short breaks."

An hour later, they emerged from the river, both panting heavily. "Let's take a 10-minute break, buddy. I'm exhausted," Ash said, collapsing onto the grass. As they rested, he added, "Now we'll move on to strength training. I did push-ups yesterday, but today I'll focus on core exercises to give my arms a break. You'll keep working on your digging practice."

The hour of strength training passed with both trainer and Pokémon pushing through their routines. By the end, they lay on their backs, drenched in sweat and gasping for breath. "Normally, we'd start balance training now, but I think we need to rest this hour. Neither of us can move right now, let alone train," Ash said, glancing at Snowstorm. "So let's have an early lunch and spend the afternoon battling. Hopefully, we'll find plenty of trainers to make up for yesterday."

As they ate and then resumed their journey, Ash noticed the forest thinning out. The trees were becoming sparse, and the land was opening up, signaling their approach to civilization and, hopefully, more trainers. After another 45 minutes of walking, they spotted a trainer tending to his Pokémon. The Pokémon, a Rattata, had a telltale purple hue on its face, indicating it had been poisoned.

The trainer, finishing up with an antidote, looked up as Ash approached. "Hey, my name is Ash, and this is my buddy Snowstorm. How about a battle?"

"Sure!" the boy responded eagerly. "I'm Joey. We just finished a match against a guy with a Weedle, so we're pumped and ready for more. We'll make you our second win of the day. Is $100 Poké good for you? I need to save up for food."

"Sure, that works for me. I need to save up too," Ash agreed.

In the world of Pokémon battles, betting money serves multiple purposes. It provides a strong incentive for trainers to give their best effort, adding a tangible stake to the competition. The money also helps support the nomadic lifestyle of trainers, covering their expenses for food, lodging, and travel. Moreover, it contributes to the local economy, circulating funds through Pokémon Centers, Poké Marts, and other businesses.

Ash glanced at Snowstorm and said, "Come here, Snowstorm. Rattata won't be as strong or durable as Squirtle, but it will definitely be faster. Rattata's pretty frail, so we should be able to take it down with one or two good physical hits. We need to slow it down or tire it out first. We'll try to slow it down like we did with Squirtle. If that doesn't work, we'll just tire it out enough to get in close and finish it off. Remember, don't take unnecessary hits. If you can dodge, then do so. I believe in you, buddy."

"Swii!" Snowstorm responded, his eyes flashing with determination.

Ash watched as Rattata darted around Snowstorm, the rat Pokémon circling the Swinub in a blur. After about five minutes, the Rattata began to lag, its movements growing sluggish. "Now's our chance!" Ash shouted. "Hit it with a strong tackle!"

Snowstorm obeyed, landing two solid hits on the Rattata. The match ended swiftly. The boy, looking impressed, approached Ash. "Wow, you're really strong," he said, shaking his head in disbelief. "I didn't think Swinub would put up much of a fight." He handed over the prize money with a grateful smile and waved as he walked away.

Hours later, after six intense battles and a good amount of cash, Ash decided it was time for a break. He pulled out a stash of snacks and began to share them with Snowstorm. "You're doing great, buddy," Ash said, tossing a sandwich to Snowstorm. "We've won every battle so far, but remember, that won't always be the case. We need to use our losses as learning experiences. For now, let's see if we can find more trainers to battle."

Snowstorm snuffled happily, nibbling on his snack. "Swii!" he agreed.

They continued their journey, and after two more hours and four more battles, it was finally supper time. They had won three out of four battles, with the last one being a loss due to Snowstorm's fatigue and some inexperience. Ash patted Snowstorm on the back. "Hey, losing one battle isn't the end of the world. We won ten out of eleven, which is incredible for a rookie. Just remember, it's all part of the learning process."

Snowstorm gave a tired but content grunt. "Swii…"

As dusk approached, they set up camp. Ash was pleased with their progress. "Look at you," he said with a grin, "your Powder Snow and Mud-Slap are definitely stronger. The execution time for both moves has improved a lot. A few more days and you'll be ready to learn Mud-Bomb and Icy Wind. It's all about mastering the basics first, like Professor Oak said."

Snowstorm yawned and snuggled into his bedding. "Swii…"

"Let's get some rest," Ash said as he settled into his sleeping bag. "Tomorrow will probably be our last day of traveling. I've noticed there are more trainers around and the route seems to be clearing up, which means civilization is close. We should reach Viridian City by nightfall. Then we can finally sleep in a proper bed and enjoy a real meal. I bet you're tired of these basic meals too. Once we're in Viridian Forest, we'll look for some berries to add variety to our diet and improve the taste. They'll also be more nutritious. So, good night, buddy. Wake me if anything comes up, okay?"

"Swii!" Snowstorm responded, closing his eyes.

The Next day

As Ash lay in his sleeping bag, he sighed. "Man, I really need a proper bed soon. This sleeping bag just isn't cutting it anymore." He felt a wave of relief knowing they were close to Viridian.

"Let's pack up, Snowstorm. We've got a full day of training and traveling ahead. I want to get to Viridian as soon as possible. Grrrrrr… Hehe, but not before we have breakfast."

After they finished their meal, Ash and Snowstorm set out for Viridian. They encountered several trainers on the road, all busy with their own training or battles. Ash grinned as he observed the activity. "You know what, buddy," he said excitedly, "I think today we'll skip the training exercises and just focus on battling. Let's see how many trainers we can find."

Snowstorm's eyes lit up with enthusiasm. "Swii!"

They spent the rest of the day battling, their excitement and adrenaline keeping them going. Hours later, they were sweaty, dirty, tired, and ecstatic. The thrill of each battle, the sight of Pokémon unleashing powerful elemental attacks, had been electrifying. Ash turned to Snowstorm; his face flushed with excitement. "This was amazing! We should do this more often. Maybe make it a tradition to set aside a day just for battling. What do you think?"

"Swii!" Snowstorm nodded eagerly.

"We'll figure out the details later," Ash said with a chuckle. "For now, I'm starving. Let's grab some supper and continue toward Viridian. The last trainer we battled said we're only two hours away.

2 hours later Ash glanced at Snowstorm and said, "Look, Snowstorm, there's Viridian City up ahead. We need to pick up the pace."

As they approached the southern exit of the city, a pair of Officer Jennys stopped them. One of them asked, "Identification, please."

Ash raised an eyebrow, taken aback. "Identification? I didn't realize I needed to show anything just to enter a city."

One Officer Jenny nodded. "Usually, you wouldn't. But recently, there've been rumors about some shady activities around here. The Gym Leader decided it's better to be safe and ask for identification both when you enter and when you leave. It's supposed to deter any troublemakers."

Ash frowned; curiosity piqued. "Rumors? What kind of rumors are we talking about?"

The officer sighed. "Oh, it's mostly about this so-called giant Heracross in Viridian Forest. They say it's as big as a Slaking. Sounds like a load of Tauros crap to me, but people believe it and keep going after it. They always come back empty-handed, but it's causing a lot of fuss."

Ash chuckled. "A giant Heracross, huh? That's definitely something to look into. Thanks for the heads-up. So, we're all set?"

The officer smiled. "Yep, you're all cleared. Enjoy your stay and stay safe!"

As they walked away, Ash muttered to Snowstorm, "Interesting story about that Heracross. I think I'll ask around the city tomorrow. There's often a kernel of truth in these tall tales."

Snowstorm gave a small nod, clearly tired but eager. "Swii!"

Ash led Snowstorm toward the Pokémon Center, where Nurse Joy greeted them warmly. "Welcome to the Pokémon Center! How can I help you today?"

"Hi, Nurse Joy," Ash said, relieved. "I need to get Snowstorm checked out and find a place to stay."

"Of course!" Nurse Joy said as she examined Snowstorm. "He looks good. Just a bit tired, though. I'll get you the keys to your room."

She handed Ash the room keys with a smile. "Here you go. The League provides free housing and meals for trainers staying at Pokémon Centers. It's part of their effort to promote health and well-being. Pokémon battles can be quite demanding, so having access to nutritious food and comfortable lodging helps both trainers and their Pokémon recover. It also helps keep everyone in good shape, which is a huge plus."

"That's really great," Ash said appreciatively. "Thanks for all your help. Have a good night!"

"You too, Mr. Ketchum," Nurse Joy said cheerfully. "Enjoy your stay."

Ash found Room 202 and let Snowstorm out of his Poké Ball. "Alright, buddy," Ash said as Snowstorm stretched. "Tomorrow we're taking it easy. We've been pushing ourselves hard these past few days, so it's time for a break. We'll explore the city, restock on some essentials, and check out that rumor about the giant Heracross. Sound good?"

Snowstorm blinked sleepily but seemed to nod in agreement. "Swii!"

Ash chuckled and patted Snowstorm on the head. "We'll do some training and maybe battle a few trainers to keep our skills sharp. Don't worry, there'll be plenty of adventure once we hit the forest. We need to be in top shape to track down that Heracross."

He turned off the lights and settled into bed. "For now, let's get some sleep."

The next morning, Ash woke with a start, the sunlight filtering through the windows of the Pokémon Center room. He blinked, shaking off the remnants of sleep, as Snowstorm stirred beside him with a soft yawn.

"Morning, Snowstorm!" Ash said, stretching his arms. "Ready for another day of adventure?"

"Swii!" Snowstorm chirped enthusiastically, clearly excited for the day ahead.

Ash quickly dressed in his usual attire—jeans, a red and white jacket, and his trusty cap. He grabbed his backpack and turned to Snowstorm. "Let's go get some breakfast. I'm starving!"

They made their way downstairs to the bustling dining area of the Pokémon Center. Trainers and their Pokémon filled the room, chatting over breakfast and preparing for another day of adventures.

As they entered, Ash spotted a few familiar faces and waved. "Hey there! Looks like everyone's gearing up for a big day."

One trainer, a young girl with a Pikachu, waved back. "Yeah, we're all excited! Are you planning to tackle Viridian Forest today?"

"Maybe," Ash replied with a grin. "First, we're going to explore the city and check out some rumors. After that, who knows?"

Snowstorm gave a happy chirp as they joined the breakfast line, ready to start their day.

After choosing their meals, Ash and Snowstorm started walking towards an empty table. The aroma of sizzling food and the hum of lively chatter filled the Pokémon Center's dining area, creating a vibrant backdrop to their conversation.

As they walked, Ash couldn't help but overhear snippets of conversations from nearby trainers.

Trainer 1: "Did you hear about that giant Heracross in Viridian Forest?"

Trainer 2: "Yeah, I've heard so much about it. Some kids from town went looking for it last week. Wonder if they found anything."

Trainer 3: "I heard it's as big as a Snorlax! Can you imagine battling something like that? It'd be epic!"

Ash, intrigued, leaned in. "Hey, sorry to interrupt, but I couldn't help but overhear. You're talking about a special Heracross, right? Do you know where I might find it?"

A young woman with a friendly smile, turned to him. "Oh, you heard about the Heracross too? Sorry, we don't have exact details, but tomorrow we're heading out to search for it ourselves. I'm Ana, and these are my friends Matthew and Peter."

Matthew, a tall trainer with a laid-back attitude, chimed in, "Yeah, we're pretty excited about it. Heard it's supposed to be this massive Pokémon that's a guardian of the forest."

Peter, the youngest of the group, added eagerly, "We're hoping to catch a glimpse of it or at least find some clues. You should come with us!"

Ash smiled, shaking his head. "I appreciate the offer, but I have my own plans. I'm Ash Ketchum, and this is my partner Snowstorm." He patted Snowstorm, who gave a cheerful "Swii!" in response. "Nice to meet you all, and thanks for the info!"

Arlene waved as Ash and Snowstorm headed towards the Poké Mart to stock up. The store bustled with activity, and the shelves were lined with supplies. Ash grabbed extra food, noting how trainer meals, while convenient, didn't quite fill him up. His stomach growled, a reminder of the sacrifices he made on the journey.

Leaving the Mart, Ash and Snowstorm strolled towards the edge of the town square. The din of the city gradually gave way to a quieter area where a group of seasoned trainers were gathered, sharing tales of their forest adventures. Intrigued, Ash approached them, his curiosity palpable.

"Excuse me," Ash said, his voice bright with eagerness. "I overheard you talking about Viridian Forest. Have you heard anything about a giant Heracross living there?"

The trainers looked at each other knowingly. A weathered man with a backpack covered in badges spoke first, his voice rich with experience. "Ah, the giant Heracross. That's a legendary story among trainers. They say it's the guardian of Viridian Forest, with incredible strength and wisdom."

Ash's eyes lit up. "That sounds amazing! Do you have any idea where it might be?"

The man scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Finding the giant Heracross is no small feat. It's said to live deep within the heart of the forest, away from the usual paths. Look for signs—marks on trees, buzzing sounds, and other Pokémon reacting strangely. But be cautious. The forest is enormous, and many who've searched for it have returned empty-handed or not at all. If you decide to go after it, you'll need to be well-prepared."

A young woman in the group added, "And it's not just the size; the Heracross is rumored to be incredibly powerful. I'd recommend taking someone with more experience, or at least more Pokémon."

Ash's determination hardened. "Thanks for the heads-up, but I'm up for the challenge. I want to see if there's any truth to the legend."

The seasoned trainers exchanged looks of concern and respect as Ash turned to leave. The setting sun cast long shadows as he headed towards Viridian Forest, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and resolve. The city's sounds faded behind him, replaced by the promise of the adventure that lay ahead.

30 Minutes later- Viridian Forest

As they entered Viridian Forest, Ash and Snowstorm were immediately captivated by the forest's enchantment. Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting a mosaic of golden patterns on the forest floor. Each step they took was accompanied by the crunch of leaves and twigs beneath their feet, while the air was thick with the earthy scent of moss and fresh pine.

Snowstorm's small, bristled form moved with quiet excitement as he sniffed the air, his breath visible in the cool morning air. The forest welcomed them with a symphony of natural sounds—rustling leaves, the gentle babble of a nearby brook, and the occasional flurry of wings as Pokémon darted playfully between the trees. Ash marveled at the vibrant tapestry of life that surrounded them: Caterpie chewed on tender leaves, Weedle spun delicate threads of silk, and a cheeky Pidgey swooped low to snatch at the brim of Ash's hat before flitting away with a mischievous chirp.

"Snowstorm, can you feel that?" Ash murmured; his voice filled with awe. "There's something special in the air here."

Snowstorm's ears perked up, and he gave a soft, eager snort in agreement. The forest seemed alive, pulsating with an ancient energy that whispered secrets through the leaves. Ash noticed how the trees, draped in vines and adorned with moss, reached high into the sky, their canopies creating a verdant ceiling. The scent of earth mixed with wildflowers, forming a fragrant tapestry that filled his senses.

"Look at this place, Snowstorm," Ash whispered, his eyes wide as he gazed up at the towering trees. "It's like stepping into a living storybook. This forest feels alive in a way I've never experienced before."

As they ventured deeper, the path narrowed, and the forest grew denser. Ash noticed subtle signs of something more elusive—a broken branch here, a set of large footprints pressed into the soft earth there, and a faint, rhythmic buzzing that seemed to echo through the trees. Snowstorm, ever vigilant, twitched his nose and let out a soft chirp, sensing the presence of something unseen.

"Did you catch that, Snowstorm?" Ash asked, his voice barely a whisper as he scanned the surroundings. "There's definitely something out there."

Snowstorm nodded, his small tusks trembling with anticipation. They followed the trail, leading them to a fork in the path. On the left, a well-trodden route, marked with signs from rangers or league personnel, seemed to beckon them along the "safer" path. The right path, however, was rugged and wild—uneven terrain, fallen logs, and ancient tree roots created a natural barrier. The forest seemed to close in around them, its lush greenery wrapping them in a cocoon of vibrant life.

Steeling their resolve, they took the rugged path, leaving the safety of the main route behind. The forest grew denser with each step, the sunlight filtering through the canopy in shifting patterns that danced on the forest floor. Hours passed, and what had started as a lively adventure slowly turned into a grueling trek. The undergrowth became thicker, and a sudden rain shower turned the forest floor into a slippery mire. Darkness began to fall, casting long shadows that swallowed the last vestiges of daylight.

The eerie silence of the forest became more pronounced. The usual sounds of Pokémon—loud cries of Pinsir, the buzzing of Beedrill, or the rustling of Rattata—were conspicuously absent. The sense of something amiss grew stronger, heightening Ash's unease.

"It's getting late, buddy," Ash said, his voice tinged with concern. "We should set up camp for the night. It's going to be dark soon, and we haven't eaten anything. Besides, Pokémon tend to be more aggressive at night. I'd rather not risk a confrontation with wild Pokémon when we're this vulnerable."

With a sigh, he turned back towards the main path. They made their way back to the edge of the forest, where they set up camp and prepared for a night of rest. Ash stared into the flickering light of their campfire, reflecting on their day's journey and the mysteries that awaited them in Viridian Forest.

As Ash and Snowstorm prepared to head back to the main path, faint voices drifted through the trees. They were distant, almost lost in the rustling leaves, but unmistakable. "Do you hear that, Snowstorm?" Ash asked, his brow furrowing as he scanned the dim forest.

Swinub's ears perked up, and it snorted in response. "Let's check it out," Ash decided, his curiosity piqued.

They ventured deeper into the forest, where the shadows grew longer, and the light danced in intricate patterns on the forest floor. Soon, they stumbled upon a chilling scene. Team Rocket, clad in their signature black uniforms with the glaring red R, stood in front of a makeshift cage. Inside, a diverse array of Pokémon—Caterpie, Pidgey, Weedle, and rarer ones like Pinsir, Breloom, Skorupi, and even an exceptional Larvesta—huddled together, their eyes wide with fear. Ash wondered how a Larvesta had ended up in Viridian Forest. Perhaps a question for Professor Oak, if he made it out alive.

But what truly caught Ash's attention were the two enormous figures standing guard. They were Heracross, but not like any Ash had ever seen. The male, towering at nearly 6 ½ feet, had a sleek blue exoskeleton and a single, curved horn. The female, even more imposing at 10 feet, boasted a pair of smaller, heart-shaped horns that curved outward. Their sheer size was awe-inspiring, but it was the raw intensity in the female's eyes that struck Ash most. The eyes, deep and brooding, spoke of a profound anger and suffering. It was as if they carried the weight of centuries of pain, a silent testament to the cruelty they had endured.

Ash's heart raced. He realized he was severely outmatched and outgunned. He couldn't take on Team Rocket alone. The thought of seeking help crossed his mind, but by the time he returned with reinforcements, Team Rocket might be long gone. As if on cue, his eyes caught sight of a Growlithe, huddled in a bush about 50 feet away, shivering with fear.

"Stay here, Snowstorm," Ash whispered, holding his hand out to guide Swinub to safety. He approached the bush cautiously, trying not to make any sudden movements. "Hey there, little guy," he said softly, raising his hands in a non-threatening gesture. "I'm not here to hurt you. Can you help me?"

The Growlithe peeked out, eyes wide and wary. Ash continued, pressing his finger to his lips to signal silence. "I need you to listen carefully. Do you know how to get out of this forest?"

The pup nodded slowly, a glimmer of hope in its eyes.

"Good. Do you know how to reach Viridian City? It's the nearest city from here."

Another nod, more confident this time.

"Great," Ash said, his voice filled with urgency. "I need you to run to the city as fast as you can. Find people with Poké Balls like this one," he showed the Growlithe his own Poké Ball. "The more, the better. Get their attention and lead them back here. I don't know how long I can keep Team Rocket distracted, so hurry."

The Growlithe's eyes narrowed with determination. It gave Ash a reassuring lick on the hand before darting into the underbrush, disappearing into the gloom of the forest.

Ash turned back to Snowstorm, a fierce resolve in his gaze. "Alright, buddy. We're going to free these Pokémon. We've got to make sure they're safe until help arrives." He glanced around at the captured Pokémon, their eyes reflecting a mix of fear and panic. "Hang in there. We're going to get you out."

With a deep breath, Ash approached the cage, his heart pounding with a mix of fear and determination. The forest seemed to close in around them, the shadows lengthening as nightfall approached. He knew they had to act quickly, before darkness fell completely and made their task even more perilous.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows through the dense foliage, Ash's resolve only grew stronger. They had to free the Pokémon, and with a little luck and the help of the brave Growlithe, they just might succeed.

With their initial tasks managed, Ash faced the daunting challenge of freeing the captured Pokémon. He knew the plan needed to be executed with precision, and he was ready to tackle it. However, a question lingered in his mind: why wasn't the female Heracross making any attempt to escape? The cage was sturdy, but it didn't seem like it would be an insurmountable obstacle for a Pokémon of her size and strength.

The answer came swiftly and brutally. One of the Rocket grunts began to use an electric baton on the smaller male Heracross. The Pokémon's tortured scream cut through the serene forest air like a knife. "Hera!" The cry was filled with sheer agony, and plumes of smoke rose from its body with each shocking jolt. Ash's heart clenched as he saw the torment in the male Heracross's eyes. The female, her eyes burning with a mix of fury and despair, was held back not by the cage, but by the anguish of her child. Team Rocket's vile tactic of using the smaller Heracross as leverage had effectively shackled the mother's will.

"We have to stop them, Snowstorm," Ash said, his voice strained with desperation. "Swii!" Snowstorm, his Swinub, responded with resolute determination. The tiny Pokémon's eyes were alight with barely contained rage, his body trembling as he fought to stay silent. Despite the fury seething within him, Snowstorm understood their precarious position—silence was their only shield against discovery.

Ash's mind raced as he envisioned the potential of freeing the smaller Heracross. He pictured the mother Heracross, a force of nature unleashed, taking down Team Rocket single-handedly. But the risk was considerable—angry Pokémon were unpredictable and could put them in peril. The hope for a successful outcome rested on the arrival of reinforcements he had summoned, and he could only pray they would arrive before it was too late.

"Alright, buddy," Ash said, laying out their plan with a mix of urgency and resolve. "We need to free the smaller Heracross first. We either steal the baton from the Rocket or create a diversion to make him leave his post." He glanced at Snowstorm, gauging his readiness. "Stealing the baton would be too risky; it might alert the others. Instead, we'll distract him, make him search for us, and then ambush him while the rest are unaware."

Snowstorm's eyes narrowed in focus. "I'll take one side of the forest," Ash continued, "while you cause a commotion on the other side. Shake the trees to make enough noise. Once you have his attention, come to me quietly. I'll handle him from a distance. We need to be smart and precise—one wrong move, and everything falls apart. These Pokémon's lives are in our hands, and I won't let them down."

With a determined grunt, Snowstorm sprang into action. He charged into a nearby tree, sending a cascade of leaves and branches fluttering to the ground. The resounding thud and rustle of foliage drew the Rocket grunt's attention. As the grunt turned, curiosity piqued, Ash watched with bated breath. Snowstorm vanished into the dense underbrush, poised for the next phase of their daring rescue.

Ash's heart raced as he crouched behind the dense foliage, the evening shadows growing longer with each passing moment. "Who's there?" the Rocket grunt demanded, his voice a low, menacing growl. His eyes narrowed, scanning the forest with sharp suspicion. Ash's breath hitched as he watched the grunt's gaze flicker over the underbrush, trying to pinpoint the source of the noise.

"Hey, Terrance, I heard something coming from that direction," the grunt called to his partner. "I'm going to check it out. I'll be back in a jiffy." With a wary glance around, he left his post, disappearing into the trees.

As the grunt's footsteps faded into the distance, Ash and Snowstorm seized their chance. With barely a sound, Ash's heart pounded in sync with Snowstorm's determined snorts. The silence was punctuated by a distant "thunk" as Snowstorm nudged a fallen branch, a small, muted sound that went unnoticed by the remaining grunts.

"So far, so good, Snowstorm," Ash murmured, the urgency in his voice barely masked by the dense underbrush. "Now, we just need to free the Heracross, avoid getting caught, and somehow convince the mother we're not a threat. Why does everything always have to be so complicated?"

As they crept closer to the cage holding the male Heracross, the sight before them was gut-wrenching. The once-mighty Heracross lay on the ground, its blue exoskeleton scorched and smoldering. The Rocket grunts, faces obscured by shadows, tortured the creature with electric batons, the crackling of electricity mingling with the creature's agonized cries. "Hera!" the Heracross bellowed, its voice breaking into a pained whimper as smoke spiraled off its body.

The sight of the female Heracross, her eyes blazing with a mixture of fierce anger and helplessness, struck Ash to his core. Her immense size and the glimmer of pain in her eyes spoke volumes. Ash could feel the raw intensity of her suffering, the frustration of being unable to protect her young. The cold, hard reality hit him—these monsters were using her son as leverage to break her spirit.

"We have to stop them, Snowstorm," Ash said, his voice a tight whisper, laced with desperation. "Swii," Snowstorm replied, its tiny form trembling with a mix of fear and determination. Ash could see the resolve in his partner's eyes. Even in the face of danger, Snowstorm's loyalty and courage shone brightly.

"There's no time to lose," Ash continued. "The cage is too close to where the grunts are stationed, so we can't sneak up on them directly. Here's the plan: I'll distract the grunts by causing a commotion near the cages where the other Pokémon are locked up. Meanwhile, I need you to break the locks on the Heracross's cage. Your small size is an advantage—you can slip between the bars. Use Powder Snow to make the locks brittle, or if that doesn't work, use Mud-Slap to break them. I know it's a tough combo, but we're in a tight spot. Just remember, Snowstorm, I believe in you."

Ash carefully maneuvered past a group of grunts, his pulse racing with every step. As he approached the cages, the sight of the terrified Pokémon shattered his composure. Oddish huddled together, their leaves quivering in fear. Pidgey perched in their cages with hollow, frightened eyes. The anguish was palpable, each Pokémon's suffering a vivid testament to Team Rocket's cruelty.

The anger surging within Ash was almost unbearable. "How can people be so cruel?" he thought, his heart heavy with fury. "For what? Money? Power? Just to satisfy their twisted desires?" He vowed, his teeth clenched in resolve, that he would relish the day Team Rocket fell—whether by his own hands or someone else's.

With renewed determination, Ash darted back to his position and signaled Snowstorm. He watched as his tiny partner executed the plan with precision, using Powder Snow to freeze the locks and Mud-Slap to shatter them. Every sound, every flicker of movement, heightened the stakes.

As the cage locks finally creaked, Ash glanced back at the female Heracross. Her gaze, once full of despair, now held a glimmer of hope. But they weren't out of danger yet. Every second counted, and the forest seemed to hold its breath as Ash and Snowstorm prepared for the next phase of their daring rescue.

Eventually, he reached the cage holding the Mankey and Pinsir. As he crept closer, the Pokémon's eyes widened with a mixture of hope and fear. "Listen carefully," he whispered urgently, trying to keep his voice steady. "I'm here to help you. But I need your cooperation. Are you all in?"

Without hesitation, they nodded in unison, their eyes reflecting a desperate glimmer of trust. "Good. Here's the plan," he explained quickly, his voice barely above a murmur. "I'll create a diversion to draw the grunts away. While I do that, you need to break free. We're running out of time."

With the plan set, he began to retreat to his previous position, only to hear a menacing voice from behind. "Got you now, you pesky twerp!" The world went dark.

When he awoke, a sharp, throbbing pain coursed through his neck and back. The sound of cruel laughter filled the air. "Well, well, look who's finally awake," sneered Steven, his voice dripping with malice. "Payback time for that little stunt you pulled earlier."

"Payback?" he croaked, struggling to focus. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh, come on. I'm the guy you clobbered over the head. Remember? Now it's my turn to return the favor," Steven taunted, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure.

From somewhere nearby, Terrance's voice cut in, "Steven, enough playing around. The boss wants this over with quickly."

"Shut it, Terrance!" Steven snapped. "This is my revenge, and I intend to savor it. Besides, the boss isn't even here yet. How long could he possibly be?"

"I'm not sure. He mentioned some complications, but he'll be here soon," Terrance replied. "Just finish up quickly. Proton hates delays."

Steven grinned wickedly. "Oh, don't worry. I plan to make this as painful as possible. I'll start with you." He raised the electric baton with a malicious smirk.

The crackle of electricity filled the air as the baton descended. His body convulsed violently, every muscle in agonizing spasm. "AHHHHHHH!" he screamed, his voice raw and breaking. The electric shocks danced across his body, casting an eerie light on his contorted face.

Desperately, he glanced towards Snowstorm, tied up and surrounded by a Golbat and Koffing. His heart sank at the sight of his starter, who looked terrified and helpless. "Snowstorm!" he cried out, his voice cracking with anguish.

Snowstorm's large, round eyes were filled with terror. Tears welled up as it trembled uncontrollably, its tiny form shaking with fear. The once vibrant Pokémon was now immobilized by sheer dread. "Swiiii!" it wailed, its voice breaking into agonized cries.

Steven's eyes sparkled with amusement. You know, you and I aren't so different. We both thrive on the thrill of the moment. You just don't want to admit it."

"Golbat and Koffing attack the Swinub repeatedly. No holding back!" Steven commanded with sadistic glee.

"I am nothing like you!" he shouted, struggling against his bonds. "I don't steal or hurt others for sport. I don't torment Pokémon for pleasure. There's a world of difference between us!"

Steven's laughter echoed cruelly. ""Oh, you've got claws, I see."

The agony in his body was almost unbearable, but his mind was focused on Snowstorm. As Steven continued to taunt, he felt his resolve hardening. "Stop! Please, just stop. Leave him alone," he pleaded. "I'll do anything. Just spare Snowstorm."

As he scanned the chaotic scene around him, the sheer fear, panic, and disbelief etched on every Pokémon's face weighed heavily on him. He felt like a failure—a promise unkept, a vow shattered. His mind raced with regret. If only he had secured Steven properly, if only he hadn't left the shock baton within reach. The realization gnawed at him: his starter was on the brink of death, and all these innocent Pokémon were poised to face unimaginable horrors. His oversight had led to this tragedy. He could no longer meet the eyes of the Pokémon he'd vowed to protect; shame was too great a burden.

His head hung low, a beacon of sorrow amidst the turmoil. "I'm sorry," he whispered repeatedly, his voice cracking under the weight of his guilt. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." His eyes met those of the mother Heracross. Her gaze was a mixture of shock, disbelief, and fear. "I tried my best," he choked out, his words almost a plea for forgiveness.

As he turned to the male Heracross, he noticed a small glimmer of hope. The smoke had cleared from its body, the electric sparks no longer flickering. The Heracross's eyes seemed brighter, a faint sign of recovery. At least he had done something right.

Steven's voice cut through the desperation with a cruel edge. "You know, you're quite the enigma. I've never met anyone like you." He sauntered towards the male Heracross, relishing the fear in its eyes. "But I'm curious—will you show the same devotion to all these Pokémon as you did to your starter? I mean, I wouldn't waste my time on them. But you, you seem different."

The mother Heracross's eyes widened with alarm, her wings twitching as if desperate to intervene. Steven's sadistic grin widened as he aimed a wickedly sharp glance at the male Heracross. "Let's see how far you're willing to go. I think I'll start with your precious Heracross."

The cries of the Heracross grew desperate, transforming into pained sobs. The creature's carapace began to steam, its form visibly scorching. The mother Heracross's frantic attempts to reach her son were thwarted by the threat of fire attacks from the Rocket's Pokémon. Her fear was palpable, a stark contrast to the helplessness of the Heracross.

"STOOOOOOP!" he begged, his voice hoarse and trembling. "Can't you see he's on the brink of death? Please, leave him alone. I'll endure whatever punishment you have—just spare him!"

Steven's laughter echoed with a disturbing satisfaction. "Begging now, are we? You hear that, guys? He's begging. How amusing." The grunts around him joined in the laughter, a chorus of mockery. "You know, I think I'll grant your wish. But don't expect mercy."

Steven swung the baton, its crackle of electricity slicing through the air. The jolt of pain surged through him, contorting his face in a mix of shock and agony. His body jerked violently as if yanked by invisible strings. The electricity crackled with a blinding brilliance, each pulse a searing torment. "AHHHHHHHHHH!" he screamed, the sound raw and desperate. Just before darkness claimed him, he glimpsed the young Heracross, still alive, with a small, hopeful smile. That fleeting sight was his last tether to consciousness.

Swinub's eyes widened with unfiltered terror. The once warm and curious gaze was now a reflection of raw, heart-wrenching fear. Its small body trembled uncontrollably, and tears glistened at the corners of its eyes. The sight of its trainer in such excruciating pain left it paralyzed, its distress palpable. "SWINUUUUUB!" it cried, a plaintive wail that echoed the agony of the moment.

The scene around him became a maelstrom of horror. Pokémon of all kinds, their faces etched with anguish, watched as their savior writhed in pain. The youngest cried openly, while even the most stoic of them—Pinsir and Mankey among them—could not suppress their tears. They were touched by the trainer's boundless dedication, even as he faced his own demise. The realization that this human was willing to sacrifice everything for them sparked something within them.

With a sudden surge of collective resolve, the Pokémon began to fight back. Pinsir's pincers crashed against their cages, Mankey's fists hammered with unrelenting fury. Breelom's spores filled the air, Pidgey's gusts battered the barriers, and Larvesta's embers ignited a path to freedom.

The air was thick with the scent of smoke and the cries of liberation. Through the chaos, the protagonist's final thoughts lingered on the hope that his sacrifices had not been in vain. The Pokémon's determination was a testament to his unwavering spirit, even as darkness enveloped him.

As chaos erupted, a desperate shout cut through the din. "Oh shit, release all your Pokémon! We need to hold them back and knock them out if we want to survive!" The Rockets scrambled, their Pokémon bursting forth with a collective roar.

But before any coordinated attack could begin, a bone-chilling roar shook the very air around them. The Mother Heracross, eyes blazing with fierce determination, surged forward. Her enormous form moved with surprising grace; her fury palpable. She approached the one human who had challenged her world view and taught her compassion—the one who had risked everything.

Gently, despite her size and strength, she cradled the battered figure of Ash. Her tender touch, in stark contrast to her intimidating presence, held a quiet reverence. The crowd of Rockets fell silent, paralyzed by the raw power and protectiveness of the Viridian Forest Guardian.

"What are you idiots waiting for? There's one of her and sixty-five of us. Attack her, and don't hold anything back!" Steven roared, his voice cracking with fear and frustration.

But the battle was doomed from the start. In an explosive display of strength, twenty of their Pokémon were sent crashing into the trees, unconscious. The Rockets' faces were masks of shock and terror. "Retreat! I repeat, retreat! She's far beyond our capabilities!"

Before they could react, another wave of their Pokémon and trainers were thrown against the trunks, out cold. "Kadabra, get me out of here. Teleport!" Steven's panicked voice was barely audible over the chaos.

As Steven vanished, he threw a final threat over his shoulder. "Mark my words, kid. When we meet again, I won't be so lenient. You'll regret the day you were born."

With Steven gone and their leader missing, the remaining Rockets, surrounded by the fallen forms of forty of their Pokémon, had no choice but to surrender. They huddled together, fear etched into their features, as the wild Pokémon swarmed around Ash and Swinub. Concern was evident on every face.

The Mother Heracross issued a series of urgent cries. The forest responded with a flurry of activity. Pokémon worked together with a sense of purpose—some crafted makeshift nests from leaves, others foraged for berries, and Larvesta ignited a small, comforting campfire. They tended to Ash with a mixture of reverence and hope.

As they formed a protective circle around their savior, the distant sounds of approaching voices and the flicker of torches made them tense. They braced for confrontation, ready to defend their vigil. But then Growlithe emerged from the trees, its face a picture of surprise and confusion.

"Hey guys, I'm back. Sorry it took so long—the humans were far off. They're here to help. But where's the other human?"

The Pokémon relaxed slightly, making way for Growlithe to inspect Ash. The puppy Pokémon's eyes widened in alarm at the sight of Ash's injuries. "What happened to him?"

"It's a long story, young one. We'll explain later. Right now, the most important thing is to get this child well," the Ancient Heracross replied, her voice a soothing balm amidst the turmoil.

As the trainers and the Viridian City police force emerged into the clearing, their shock was evident. They froze, their expressions shifting from confusion to urgency as they took in the sight of Ash and Swinub.

"We need to get this trainer to the Pokémon Center immediately. Time is critical. Does anyone have a Psychic-type Pokémon that can Teleport, or a Flying-type to get him there faster?" Officer Jenny's voice was steady, but her eyes betrayed her concern.

"I have an Alakazam, ma'am," one trainer called out quickly.

"Excellent. Take him and inform Nurse Joy that I'm on my way as well. After that return here immediately."

"Understood." The trainer and Alakazam disappeared in a flash of light.

With the immediate crisis addressed, the police rounded up the remaining criminals, securing them in their vehicles. As they prepared to leave, the giant Heracross approached. The officers, awestruck and apprehensive, watched as the Ancient Heracross approached them. The trainer with the Alakazam having returned waited nearby to translate.

"Greetings, humans. I am the Guardian of this Forest, a role I have held for the past 150 years. I have a message and a warning: Ensure the boy is healed, or I will erase Viridian City from the map. The warning is never return to this haven, and don't speak of what you've seen here or face dire consequences. Normally, I would deal with you immediately, but the young boy, our savior, taught me compassion. In honor of his deeds, I spare your lives this time.. When he is ready to travel again, tell him I request a private word. He can ask any forest dweller for directions. Now, begone from my sight!"

With that, the trainers and officers hastily departed, eager to avoid further confrontation.

Two days later, in the Pokémon Center:

As Ash lay in the hospital bed, his body ached with the remnants of the battle's trauma. Snowstorm, curled up at his side, trembled slightly, its small frame still quaking from the horrors they had endured. The once cheerful Pokémon now seemed a shadow of its former self, eyes reflecting a deep sadness and fear.

Ash turned his head slowly, meeting his starter's gaze. The room was quiet except for the soft hum of medical equipment, creating a stark contrast to the chaos they had survived.

"Snowstorm," Ash began, his voice soft but heavy with emotion, "I know you're scared. I am too. We've been through something that no one should ever have to face."

Swinub looked up at Ash, its eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Swiiii…" The Pokémon's voice was a whisper, laden with the weight of its trauma.

"I keep replaying it in my mind," Ash continued, his voice cracking with pain. "The way they hurt you… and me. I never thought it would come to this. I should have been stronger. I should have done more to protect you."

Snowstorm snuggled closer, its small body seeking comfort. "Swinub…" The Pokémon's voice was filled with a mixture of fear and reassurance, as if trying to tell Ash it wasn't his fault.

Ash reached out and gently patted his starter's head. "We both know it's not just about what happened to us," he said, his eyes determined despite the tears threatening to spill. "It's about making sure it never happens again. I promised I'd protect you, and I failed. But I won't let it happen again."

Snowstorm looked up; its gaze unwavering. "Swii…" he seemed to say, "We will be strong together."

Ash's eyes met Snowstorm's, and he nodded resolutely. "We're going to train harder than ever. We're going to be stronger. I won't let anyone ever hurt us again. I'm going to get us both stronger—strong enough to protect ourselves and each other. I refuse to be helpless again."

The intensity of their shared vow filled the room with a palpable resolve. Swinub let out a determined squeal, as if agreeing wholeheartedly.

Their bond, forged in the crucible of their suffering, became a powerful source of motivation. They would face the future together, not as victims but as warriors ready to confront whatever challenges lay ahead.

As they prepared to leave the Pokémon Center, the strength of their resolve was clear. The horrors of their past had scarred them deeply, but they were determined to emerge from the shadows of their trauma. They would not be broken. Instead, they would rise stronger, united by their shared pain and their unyielding determination to never be helpless again.

Suddenly, the door burst open with a force that matched Delia Ketchum's panic. "Ashy! Thank Mew you're awake! How is my sweet baby boy? Are you okay? Does anything hurt?" Her voice quivered with a mixture of relief and fear as she rushed to her son's bedside.

"Ash, mom, slow down. I'm okay," Ash said, trying to calm her. "Just some minor burns on my arms and back. Nothing too serious."

Delia's eyes welled up with tears. "I was terrified. You have no idea how frightened I was. But what were you thinking, attacking Team Rocket? Didn't you learn anything over the years?" Her concern was palpable, her voice trembling between worry and frustration. "No answer? I deserve an explanation, mister."

Before Ash could respond, a firm knock on the door interrupted them.

"Yes, who is it?" Delia asked, her tone a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

"It's the Viridian City Police Chief. May I come in?"

Desperate to avoid another round of his mother's questioning, Ash quickly replied, "Yes, come in."

The door swung open to reveal a striking woman clad in a blue uniform. "Hello, Mrs. Ketchum. And you too, Ash," she said with a professional yet warm demeanor. "I was informed you had awoken and wanted to ask you a few questions about the events from two days ago. But before we begin, I'd like to introduce someone special who will also be joining us."

"That's enough, Chief. I can introduce myself," came a calm, authoritative voice from just outside the door. Giovanni, the Viridian City Gym Leader, stepped into the room with a composed expression. "Hello, Mr. Ketchum. I'm Giovanni. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."