Hey everyone! Sorry for being SO delayed, haha, but I've just had a lot going on and I have not been particularly motivated…Hopefully, after August, I can find a routine again!
I apologize but I had not the will or energy or time to edit this chapter much. So thank you to thevigilantspider for giving this a light proofread!
Anyway, enjoy!
Chapter 27: Levincia
Gary's boots crunched against the snow-laden slopes of Glaseado Mountain, each step an effort against the steep incline. Umbreon padded beside him, his sleek black coat a stark contrast against the endless expanse of white. Without a clear plan, Gary had taken up temporary residence at a local tavern, using it as a base for his daily reconnaissance missions. Every morning, as the sun cast a pale light over the icy peaks, he and Umbreon would set out, returning only as the afternoon shadows grew long and the air turned biting cold.
Even with the help of the tavern locals, who knew every nook and cranny of Glaseado, the mountain was still alien to Gary. Yet, each explored trail and crevice felt like a small victory against the daunting expanse. But victories were small comfort against the relentless cold that seemed to seep into his very bones, making him yearn for anyplace warmer—a sunny beach, a nice meadow—anywhere but the bitter ice of the snow-capped mountain.
Dressed in layers of thermal gear, with a scarf wound tight around his neck and goggles pushed up on his head, Gary still felt the chill pierce through him. Umbreon, despite his own thick coat, stayed close, his form hunched against the gusting wind. Ice clung to his black fur, and frost rimed the edges of Gary's hood and sleeves, marking them as intruders in a land of perpetual winter.
As the researcher glanced around, the wind picked up, carrying with it the sharp tang of an approaching blizzard. Snow swirled around them, the once-clear path becoming obscured under a blanket of white. The surrounding cliffs, massive and imposing under normal circumstances, now loomed like ghostly sentinels in the blur. Sparse trees, encased in ice, cracked under the weight, their frozen branches clattering like the bones of the mountain.
Realizing the danger of an incoming storm, Gary groaned in frustration. "Out of all the places for this Miraidon to hide, it had to be some icy death trap," he muttered, a puff of white escaping his lips with each breath. He glanced at Umbreon, whose bright eyes reflected a simple, unspoken agreement—it was time to head back.
It was late afternoon when they turned back toward the safety of the tavern. The winds howled more fiercely, and the snow, no longer just a screen of white, felt like needles against any exposed skin. Gary shielded his face with his arm, leading Umbreon through the thickening storm. The mountain seemed to push back against their descent.
Gary squinted hard at the screen of his Rotom Phone, rubbing vigorously at the snow caked into his eyebrows as he tried to discern the blurred figures on the display. Just as he wiped the last fleck of ice from his face, a roar, deep and resonant, cut through the howling wind, sending vibrations down the mountain's flank. Moments later, a thunderous boom followed, shaking the very ground under his feet.
Before he could process the events, Gary heard the ominous cracking sound of snow dislodging. "Move!" he yelled, and with no time to spare, he dove to the side, Umbreon leaping alongside him as a torrent of snow cascaded down the slope where they had just stood. They landed with a muffled thud into another pile of snow. Clambering out, Gary spat out a mouthful of ice, his breath ragged, "What the heck?"
Umbreon growled, a low, menacing sound, his fur crackled with a dark energy as he turned towards the source of the disturbance. From the swirling, misty depths of the blizzard, a figure emerged, its form hazy at first but gradually becoming clearer.
"Miraidon…" Gary breathed, and immediately felt the ice in his lungs.
The legendary Pokémon hovered before them; a sleek, metallic body adorned with bright, electric blue patterns that pulsed with energy. Its serpentine form coiled and uncoiled, and two large fins, reminiscent of lightning bolts, protruded from its head, crackling with electric power.
Despite her clear power, Miraidon appeared injured, her movements sluggish as she shook off the remnants of a recent blow, snow clinging to a segment of armor-like skin. Upon spotting Gary, the Pokémon let out a pained roar and, in a defensive reflex, sent a ball of electricity hurtling towards him.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Gary shouted, throwing his hands up instinctively. "Umbreon! Psychic!" At his command, Umbreon's eyes glowed with a light blue aura, and he released a burst of psychic energy, which collided with the incoming electric attack. The two forces met in a brilliant explosion of light and power, forcing Gary to shield his eyes with his arm against the blinding flash.
As the smoke and snow dust cleared, Gary caught a glimpse of Miraidon reeling from some other attack, this one unseen, originating deep within the blizzard's veil.
From the chaos of the snowstorm, another figure materialized, one that Gary had never laid eyes on before. It was a Pokémon, its appearance striking and unfamiliar. Its body, dark with metallic tones, contrasted sharply against a tail that seemed almost ethereal, glowing a soft turquoise. Angular and sleek, it had sharp, menacing features with fins and spikes adorning its head and back, giving it an almost draconic visage. A glowing yellow gem was embedded in its chest, radiating a subtle power.
With a roar, the mysterious Pokémon opened its mouth and unleashed a turquoise ball of energy. The projectile cut through the blizzard with a focused intensity, aimed directly at Miraidon.
Miraidon responded with a deep growl that resonated through the mountain air. Gathering her strength, she discharged a purple orb from her mouth—a Dragon Pulse. The two attacks, one turquoise and one purple, hurtled towards each other with formidable force.
When the attacks collided, the energy exploded in a dazzling display of light and power, sending shockwaves rippling through the surrounding snow. The ground shook, and snow cascaded down from the nearby peaks, creating small avalanches that tumbled down the slopes. Trees shivered, dislodging their burdens of snow in great puffs that added to the white chaos swirling around them.
As Gary reached for another Pokéball on his belt, a sudden, invisible force halted his motion. Looking down in shock, he saw his body encased in a blue outline, shimmering with energy that held him immobile. "Dammit! Umbreon!" he called out, turning to his Pokémon, only to find Umbreon similarly trapped within the same spectral glow.
A furious thought flashed through his mind—someone was using Psychic on them. His eyes darted around the frigid landscape, searching for the source of this confining power. Finally, he spotted a figure cloaked in black, hood drawn over their head, standing ominously in the blizzard. Beside the mysterious trainer, an Alakazam, terastallized, its eyes aglow with a menacing, bright sheen, indicating the immense psychic power it wielded.
The trainer's gaze met Gary's briefly, assessing him with a cool, calculating look before shifting focus back to the ongoing fray with Miraidon. Gary felt a surge of frustration as he struggled against the psychic grip.
"Hey! Let us go!" he yelled, attempting to twist his neck to see Umbreon. "Confuse Ray!" he commanded in desperation.
Umbreon's eyes flickered, trying to summon his attack, but the Psychic hold was too strong, his effort futile. Dang, this Alakazam is super powerful, Gary thought with a mix of awe and horror, realizing the potentially unethical lengths to which the trainer had gone to control such power.
Meanwhile, Miraidon attempted to escape from the relentless pursuit of the draconic Pokémon and the dominating presence of Alakazam. In a desperate bid for freedom, Miraidon conjured a swirling portal made of crackling electricity and pulsating energy, a gateway that shimmered with the potential of escape.
The cloaked trainer, sensing the turn of events, grew visibly urgent. With a dramatic sweep of their cloak, they dashed through the snow, Alakazam and the dragon Pokémon in tow, making a beeline for the portal.
"Hey!" Gary shouted, still suspended in mid-air and utterly helpless. "Come on!"
As Miraidon darted through the portal, the trainer and their Pokémon followed suit, leaping into the unknown with practiced agility as if traversing such dimensions was a familiar task. They vanished into the storm, leaving behind nothing but the howling wind and swirling snow.
Moments later, the psychic energy imprisoning Gary and Umbreon dissipated suddenly. They crashed back into the snow with a heavy thud. Gary groaned as he shifted, trying to sit up amidst the cold, wet ground.
"What just happened?!" he exclaimed, turning to Umbreon, who vigorously shook off the snow from his fur and shivered from the cold.
As the researcher stared into the now-empty space where the portal had been, a chill ran down his spine that wasn't from the cold. The mysterious trainer had clearly also been pursuing the Miraidon…and they were strong—too strong for Gary to confront alone.
Were they an Explorer? Did they work for Navarro?
Either way, the sinking feeling in Gary's stomach suggested the mysterious trainer was not his ally.
Realizing the gravity of the situation, Gary knew he couldn't handle this alone. He would need help. He would need to find Ash…again…
Serena was intently focused over a picnic table, her tongue peeking out slightly as she concentrated on meticulously icing a batch of homemade Poké Puffs. Beside her, Delphox waved its wand-like tail, expertly helping to sprinkle finishing touches onto the treats. Together, they formed a well-oiled machine, each movement synchronized to create the perfect sweet delights.
Finally, with a flourish, Serena lifted the tray high and beamed, "Ta-Da!" Her announcement captured the attention of everyone around.
Nemona, Penny, Bonnie, Aliquis, Goh, Brock, Arven, and Ash, along with their Pokémon who were nibbling on their own snacks, all paused and swiveled their heads in unison towards the tray of freshly adorned Poké Puffs. The sight triggered a sudden burst of energy from the group, and a frenzied dash ensued towards Serena, with everyone—except Arven and Penny—rushing to get their hands on a treat.
Goh, with Grookey and Gimmighoul at his side, shoved against Ash and Pikachu as they ran. "You get to eat them all the time!" the city boy protested loudly.
Ash pushed back against Goh. "And you're a guest on our trip!" he retorted, his competitive spirit flaring.
Nemona quickly intervened, popping up between them and pressing both the boys down by their heads with a laugh. "Actually, we were already going to Levincia for the Blitz game next weekend and for Team Star business!" she announced, vaulting over them and making a beeline for Serena's Poké Puffs. "So, technically, this was all serendipitous!"
"Look at you, using big words," Penny smirked, watching the chaos beside her Vaporeon. Getting pushed around for dessert was not on her bucket list.
Still mid-sprint, the class president puffed out her chest. "I happen to use big words a lot! I'm set to be valedictorian, after all!"
Meanwhile, Serena, now surrounded and slightly overwhelmed, laughed nervously, sweatdropped as she tried to maintain order. "Wait, everyone! One at a time!" But her plea went unheard in the excitement, and she struggled under the full weight of the eager crowd and their equally eager Pokémon.
Seeing Serena in distress, Arven, ever the considerate one, quickly joined her side. He helped distribute the Poké Puffs efficiently, ensuring that each person and Pokémon got one, easing the chaotic rush around the performer.
After the flurry, both Arven and Serena were left panting from the exertion of moving swiftly to manage the crowd. They exchanged a relieved smile, glad that everyone was finally satisfied.
Bonnie, her voice lilting in a sing-song manner, complimented as she shared her treat with Dedenne. "Perfect as always!" She giggled when Dedenne, in his enthusiasm, licked his nose, which had gotten a smudge of frosting on it.
Aliquis and his Meowscarada, completely taken by the treats, had their eyes turn into little hearts. After savoring his Poké Puff, Aliquis let out a satisfied burp and sighed contentedly, licking his fingers. "Seriously, I get the hype now..."
Ash, with his mouth stuffed full of Poké Puffs, grinned broadly, crumbs dusting his lips. "Right?!" he agreed enthusiastically, his eyes twinkling with delight at the familiar taste of Serena's cooking.
Brock nodded and shared a smile with his Croagunk before extending his own compliments to the baker, "You really have a gift, Serena!"
The performer blushed at all the praise and smiled happily, helping herself to a dessert as well.
After enjoying the delightful treats Serena prepared, everyone sprawled out on the lush grass in the serene coastal meadows just outside Levincia, basking in the gentle warmth of the afternoon sun. The idyllic scene was punctuated with laughter and the tranquil sounds of nature, as the group and their Pokémon relaxed post-dessert. The Pokémon, reinvigorated after their sweet indulgence, frolicked around the clearing, engaging in playful tussles and chases, or simply lounging in patches of sunlight.
It was true that the Blitz team had a game scheduled after their week-long break in Levincia. When Nemona heard of Ash and Serena's plan to travel to the coastal city, she rallied the rest of the group to pursue the next Team Star boss, rumored by Giacomo and Mela to be located north of the city. Despite the warnings of the boss being some sort of "fighter" and "no-nonsense tough," Nemona's enthusiasm brought everyone into the fold for an unexpected adventure.
Ash and Serena, while welcoming the company, still planned to carve out time for themselves. They looked forward to their trip to Levincia, envisioning quiet moments together amidst their group activities. And although Brock was joining them on their journey to Kanto, he had his plans to visit his siblings in Pewter City, allowing Ash and Serena to eventually head to Pallet Town alone, a prospect that had made Bonnie whine with disappointment.
However, in order to cheer the girl up, Nemona had excitedly invited Bonnie along on their "little Team Star mission." The class president promised Clemont she would look after the younger girl, assuring him that their mission wasn't necessarily dangerous—though she playfully hinted that "dangerous" was a relative term. In the end, Nemona's persuasive pitch about potentially enhancing Bonnie's problem-solving and conflict-resolution skills during the journey won Clemont over, as he hoped it would channel his sister's boundless energy into something actually constructive, and also keep her distracted from prying too deeply into his work with Clavell.
Either way, Serena found that she was actually having a lot of fun with everyone. She had grown particularly close to Penny, bonding over their shared affection for Eevee evolutions. This connection sparked a budding friendship between Penny's Vaporeon and Serena's Sylveon, who seemed to find a special kinship in each other's company.
Furthermore, Serena caught up on the Team Star situation through Nemona, who shared her concerns and aspirations about the misunderstood students. Nemona's genuine desire to make things right and help her peers resonated with Serena, adding a layer of depth to the performer's understanding of the class president.
Arven approached Serena with a small, tentative smile, lending a hand as she began to pack up the remnants of their picnic. His movements were gentle and considered, echoing the quietness of his demeanor.
Sensing his help, Serena beamed at him, her eyes lighting up. "I'm so happy you decided to come along!"
Arven winced slightly, his expression turning apologetic. "Are you really? I feel bad we all interrupted your trip with Ash." He sighed, his bangs puffing out slightly as he motioned towards the unruly crew a short distance away. Nemona and Pawmo had roped Ash and Pikachu into a quick skirmish, their laughter and shouts punctuating the air. "Really, I had no idea. Nemona made it sound like this was a joint decision…"
"Well," Serena gave him a knowing look, her smile tinged with amusement, "I know her well enough now to know that she makes everything sound like a joint decision."
Arven rolled his eyes, a smile flickering despite his embarrassment. "Very true."
Together, they continued packing up, folding blankets and gathering dishes, creating a semblance of order from the happy chaos of their meal. By the time they neared the end of their task, Ash and Nemona seemed to be deep into their battle, the sounds of their playful competition growing louder.
Serena wiped her forehead, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on her skin despite the white tank top she wore and her hair being swept up to keep cool. "So how are you?" she asked, turning her attention back to Arven as they settled down on the grass.
Arven let out another sigh, his tone carrying a hint of weariness as he ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair. He found a seat next to Serena, his body language reflecting a mix of relief and residual tension. "I could be better..." he admitted, his gaze shifting briefly towards the activity around them before meeting her eyes.
Serena watched Arven with hesitation and concern, biting her lip as she squinted against the sunlight filtering through a thin haze of clouds. "Did you give the strange people the..." she trailed off, not quite finishing her sentence.
"A few nights ago," Arven replied quickly, avoiding her gaze as he spoke.
There was a brief pause as Serena gathered her thoughts. "Did you…" she started again, clearing her throat, "learn anything new?"
Arven paused, his eyes downcast as he absentmindedly twirled a piece of grass between his fingers. "No... They just came—the same two men—took the Herba, told me to find them more and just... left."
Serena's expression grew troubled, her fingers nervously playing with the hem of her red skirt. Unable to contain her concern, she looked back up at Arven, a worried hand clutching his arm. "I'm sorry, but how do you know you can trust them? They might not even know anything about your father!"
"I don't trust them," Arven tried to offer a calming response, though his own unease was palpable. "But at this point, they are the only link I have. Even if they don't really know where my father is, I'm convinced they know something. And I'm going to find out why they need the Herba Mystica. I just need to learn more about the... these guys..."
Serena squeezed his arm gently, her touch supportive. "Just be careful, Arven. And call us to help. Anytime," she urged, her voice filled with genuine concern.
"I will…" Arven promised, offering her a small, reassuring smile. He had learned his lesson about going it alone, the importance of relying on friends clear in his mind.
After a few moments of comfortable silence, Arven changed subjects. "And how are you?" he asked, motioning towards Ash, who was finishing up his training with Nemona amid cheers from the rest of the group.
Arven watched with a fond amusement as Serena blushed, pushing a stray lock of golden hair behind her ear. "I'm good—we're good. I…did you know I've loved him since I was five?" Her eyes sparkled as she shared this, and laughter bubbled up between them, lightening the mood.
"So I've heard," Arven responded, his tone mixed with admiration and approval. "It's clear he'd do anything for you."
Serena shook her head slightly, a playful smirk on her lips. "He wouldn't, actually," she corrected gently. When Arven looked puzzled, she nudged his shoulder with her own, smiling warmly. "Oh, I know what you mean, but—you know—he will never stop being himself—will never go against the things he believes—not for anything or anyone. And I would never want him to!" Serena's voice was proud, her smile dazzling as she spoke of Ash. "It's one of the many reasons why I love him, after all. Ash is true to himself no matter what!"
Arven returned her smile and wondered at her belief in Ash and he looked back towards the young champion only to find Ash's head swiveling this way and that, looking for Serena. It seemed as though he and Nemona had finished their skirmish. Ash waved when he saw his girlfriend, a bright smile on his lips. Serena waved back, her cheeks tinged with a soft blush.
With a quick look at Arven, she laughed and stood, "I'll be right back."
Arven nodded, waving her off, "Yup."
Giggling, Serena walked over to Ash, her steps light and eager. Reaching him, she stood on her toes and leaned in to whisper something into the young champion's ear. Whatever she said made his smile widen even further.
Before pulling away, Serena glanced around cautiously, checking if they were being observed. Thinking that the coast was relatively clear, she quickly pecked Ash on the cheek, then turned to rejoin the rest of the group.
Arven noticed Ash's cheeks turn a deeper shade of red as Goh, who had turned just in time to see Serena's kiss, pointed at the young champion, teasingly saying something that made Ash playfully push his friend away, waving him off in mock annoyance.
The botanist chuckled softly, shaking his head at the playful banter. He squinted up at the sun, his hand idly stroking Mabosstiff's fur. As he observed the rest of the group laughing, packing up, and teasing one another, a sense of contentment washed over him. It was all very idyllic, the kind of moment that seemed almost too perfect to last. Arven wished life could always be this golden.
Yet, a shadow passed over his features as he sighed again, his mind wandering back to a darker encounter from the week before. As he had handed over the Herba Mystica to the Explorers, Amethio had looked him straight in the eye with a chilling focus and had said, "Be quicker about the next one. We wouldn't want anything happening to your father…" The threat had lingered in the air, heavy and foreboding, leaving Arven to wrestle with his fears alone.
Despite the laughter and joy around him, Arven felt a cold shiver travel down his spine, a stark reminder of the threats that lay just beneath the surface of these fleeting moments of happiness.
As the group arrived in Levincia, the port city greeted them with a breathtaking display of modern architecture and sparkling blue waters. The city, a vibrant amalgam of futuristic towers and lush green spaces, was set against a backdrop of the expansive ocean. Towering glass buildings caught the light of the sun, casting shimmering reflections across the undulating waves.
Bonnie couldn't contain her excitement, her voice ringing out clear and joyful. "This city is amazing!" she exclaimed, dancing ahead of the group, her eyes wide with wonder as they began walking the streets.
Serena, walking beside Ash, also marveled at the sights around them. "It really is!" she agreed, her gaze sweeping over the sleek, curved designs of the buildings and the serene public spaces that seamlessly blended nature and urban design.
Brock walked behind the two girls, his hands on the straps of his backpack and a smile on his face as he watched the group, "Not a bad place to stay the week, that's for sure."
"And, and, and! You know what else we could do after we've all completed our missions?!" Nemona practically shouted as she skipped along the sidewalk, "we can go to the beach! Levinica is famous for their amazing beaches!"
Penny winced at the volume of Nemona's excitement and covered her ears, "Honestly, burying my head in the sand sounds pretty good right now."
As they moved through the city, Ash watched Serena's reactions with a warm smile, his eyes lighting up every time she paused to admire a new vista or point out a particularly striking building. He enjoyed seeing her so engaged and happy.
Pikachu and Pawmo, meanwhile, added their own touch of whimsy to the exploration. The two Pokémon played merrily, weaving in and out of people's legs along the crowded pathways, their cheerful antics drawing amused glances from passersby.
The streets were alive with activity. Vendors at technologically advanced stalls showcased everything from local delicacies to Pokémon gear, while holographic displays above the shops advertised upcoming events and battles. The air was filled with the scent of ocean brine mixed with the delicious aromas wafting from street food vendors, creating a sensory feast for both locals and visitors.
Further along, the gang watched a group of street performers captivate an audience with their Pokémon-themed show, featuring acrobatic feats and coordinated Pokémon moves, highlighting the city's cultural flair for entertainment and Pokémon training.
As the group continued their exploration of the city, Aliquis followed at a leisurely pace, hands clasped behind his head, exuding a casual air. "So, who are we meeting right now?" he yawned, breaking the chatter of the city around them.
Serena consulted her Rotom Phone, scrolling through her texts. "Um, I'm supposed to meet Tulip at the Levincia gym," she responded, confirming Tulip's message before turning to Ash and placing a gentle hand on his arm. "And don't you want to talk to Iono about your gym battle?"
Ash's face lit up with anticipation, and he pumped a fist enthusiastically. "Yup!"
Arms linked with Bonnie, Nemona bounded forward and took the helm of their little expedition. She and the younger girl began walking backwards, facing the group as if they were actual tour guides. "And luckily for you all, I know the way!" Nemona announced, while Bonnie giggled with excitement.
Penny rolled her eyes at Nemona's theatrics. "Everyone does. Iono and her gym are iconic at this point," she remarked, quickly adding a nervous adjustment of her glasses, "Not that I would know all about that, or whatever."
After ten more minutes of walking, the group finally arrived at their destination—a striking large glass building that stood out even in the architecturally advanced city of Levincia. The gym's design was sleek and inviting, with wide glass doors that allowed a glimpse of the high-tech interior. The structure was flanked by smaller buildings and palm trees, integrating seamlessly into the vibrant urban tapestry. As the group approached, they could see people entering and leaving, their faces animated with excitement and anticipation, hinting at the energetic battles and dynamic interactions taking place inside.
As the group stepped in, the interior did not disappoint. The building was brimming with high-tech equipment and sleek, futuristic designs that would make any tech enthusiast's heart leap.
Bonnie, particularly taken by the array of devices and screens, whistled appreciatively. "Clemont's sure missing out!" she exclaimed, her eyes scanning every corner of the lobby.
Serena, smiling warmly, placed a hand on Bonnie's shoulder. "He would really love all the technology!" she agreed, imagining how her friend would geek out over the advanced systems.
"This gym looks amazing!" Goh declared, his enthusiasm echoed by Brock, who nodded in agreement, equally impressed by the structure and its contents.
Aliquis, arms crossed and wearing a smirk, added to the excitement with insider knowledge. "And this isn't even where Iono battles her challengers. She has an arena that's part of Levincia's Million Volt Skyline—it's huge and overlooks the water."
Goh's curiosity spiked. "Wait, do you have her badge then?" he asked, turning to the ace trainer.
Aliquis, a bit sheepishly and with a sweatdrop, glanced at his Meowscarada before responding, "Er. Not yet. I just saw Nemona battle her."
Ash, catching on, whipped around to Nemona. "Wait, so you have the Electric badge?"
Even Penny looked impressed—or jealous—and leaned in, eager to know more. "Were you on her livestream!?"
Nemona, hands on her hips and flipping her long ponytail with a flourish, responded with pride. "I do and I was." She then smiled humbly, adding, "But I will say, Iono looks like she's made her challenges much harder since I came by when I was a First Year…not that I couldn't step up my game."
Penny snorted and teased, "Wow, that almost sounded humble."
Nemona playfully punched Penny on the shoulder to which Penny retaliated with a shove that sent Nemona actually tumbling to the floor. The class president quickly shot back up, a prominent vein throbbing at her temple, signaling her irritation.
Arven, witnessing the exchange, choked back a laugh, managing to keep his composure. Bonnie, however, couldn't hold back and broke out into full snorts of laughter.
Before the group could actually proceed further into the gym, their attention was soon drawn to the entrance of the lobby where Tulip and Iono suddenly appeared together from a set of sliding glass doors.
Tulip, adorned in an elegant, short lavender dress that hugged her slender figure, walked with the poise of a fashion model; high heels clicking against the polished floor. Her style was—as usual—impeccable. Behind her and her Espathra, an entourage of staff buzzed, attending to their needs with a flurry of activity.
Meanwhile, Iono presented a stark contrast to Tulip's otherworldly grace. The Levincia gym leader sported a playful and colorful outfit, complete with a bright yellow coat that swallowed her arms. Her leggings were patterned with various shades of blue and white, and her hair, a mix of pastel pinks and blues, was styled in an energetic swirl atop her head. Overall, her outfit seemed as electrifying as her personality, complete with quirky footwear that matched the animated presence of her and her Bellibolt.
Bonnie's eyes lit up with admiration as she whispered to Serena, "They look so cool."
Serena responded with a soft giggle.
Penny was not as subtle. "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh—It's Iono!" Clutching Nemona's arm, she struggled to contain a squeal before launching into the latest livestreams the influencer had posted, leaving Nemona to only sweatdrop as the two women approached.
Ever enthusiastic, Ash smiled brightly. Pikachu, having hopped back onto his shoulder, joined in the greeting, waving his tiny arms alongside Ash. "Hey, Tulip! Iono!" Ash called out, his voice filled with excitement and warmth.
Tulip gracefully came to a stop before the group, her posture elegant and composed. One hand rested casually on her hip, while the other gently caressed the plumed head of her Espathra. Her observant eyes scanned the familiar and new faces gathered before her, taking in each detail with a serene interest. With a slight tilt of her head and a curious smile, she directed her cat-like gaze towards Serena and Ash. "My, my, my. You brought an entourage of your own," she commented, her voice soft yet resonant, hinting at both surprise and delight.
Serena returned Tulip's smile and gestured towards her companions. "These are our friends!" she announced, beaming with pride. She proceeded to introduce each person, starting from Bonnie with her wide-eyed wonder and moving through to Goh, Aliquis, and Arven—who was busy making sure the other two didn't say anything mortifying.
However, as the performer was wrapping up the introductions, Brock plowed through the rest of the group. With a fervor only he could muster, he quickly moved to the forefront, suddenly holding a bouquet of vibrant flowers (procured mysteriously from thin air it seemed). He knelt before Tulip, his eyes shimmering with admiration, and said with a gallant voice, "Tulip, seeing you in person truly makes me believe that not all of Paldea's beauty is found in its landscapes but rather, some of it walks in grace among us. These flowers pale in comparison to your beauty, but I hope they convey my..."
As Brock went on about love and proposals of marriage and something about poetry, Serena and Ash's expressions shifted dramatically. The performer's once bright smile twisted into an embarrassed grimace, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. Ash, too, turned a shade paler, his eyes widening and a large sweatdrop forming along the back of his head. Both were poised to intervene, perhaps to save Brock from further embarrassing himself—or them.
However, before they could utter a word, Brock's Croagunk had other plans. Emerging from his Poké Ball with impeccable timing, the Pokémon swiftly grabbed Brock by the ear, dragging him off with a firm, practiced tug. This swift rescue operation was all too familiar and executed with the precision of many such past interventions.
Penny, watching the spectacle unfold, pushed her glasses up her nose with a bemused expression. "Uh, does that happen a lot? Because it looks like that happens a lot?" she inquired, her tone a mix of amusement and curiosity.
Ash, rubbing the back of his neck, tried to play it down. "Uh. He's a passionate guy," he offered, a sheepish grin spreading across his face.
Meanwhile, Arven silently wept with embarrassment behind Aliquis, who only shrugged, "Bro's gotta shoot his shot, ya know?"
Iono playfully jumped into the fray with a theatrical pout. "Hey! No fair! I want proclamations of undying love and devotion!" she exclaimed, turning to flash a teasing grin at Ash. She then scooted up to him with a wink, causing a visible vein to immediately throb at Serena's temple as she quickly stepped between them.
"Ash is more about challenges, not proclamations…" Serena stated firmly, her tone protective as she positioned herself between Ash and the coquettish gym leader.
Iono responded with an impish smile, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, good thing I like both," she hummed.
Tulip, observing the scene with pursed lips, found the entire episode more amusing than anything. With a languid wave of her hand and a knowing smile, she reassured, "Nono likes to stir the pot, darling. Don't mind her."
"It's true," retreating with a giggle, Iono took a step back from Ash and Serena, her gaze appraising the couple with an admiring tilt of her head. "I gotta say, though. You two make a picture-perfect pair," she declared, her tongue out as she looked at the couple through her fingers, which she put up to resemble a camera. "I can't wait to feature you both on my livestream and come up with some awesome collabs!"
Serena laughed uncomfortably, but slipped her hand into Ash's and managed a smile. "Sounds like fun," she said earnestly.
Tulip hummed approvingly. She tilted her head towards the front doors of the gym, her voice carrying a compelling blend of grace and invitation. "If you all would like, allow Iono and I to give you a tour of the city. We know a fabulous lunch place. Excelente paella," she declared, her tone smooth and persuasive. As she spoke, she held out her hand gracefully, and a phone appeared in it, handed over by a manager who quickly stepped back into the shadows of Tulip's entourage. "I'll make reservations inmediatamente," she added, tapping swiftly on the device.
Ash, whose stomach growled audibly at the mention of food, chimed in eagerly, "That all sounds delicious!"
Penny, nearly overwhelmed by the situation, barely contained her excitement. "Wait, you all want to have lunch with all of us?" she stammered, her voice an octave higher, teetering on the edge of fangirling. How could she not? They were standing before two of the most influential women in Palea!
Beside the STEM student, Nemona grinned broadly and threw an arm around Penny's shoulders, pulling her into a playful half-hug. "This just keeps getting better and better!" she exclaimed, her enthusiasm infectious.
Iono nodded at Nemona with a spark of recognition and winked at the class president. "It sure does!" she agreed, before turning her attention to Serena with a mischievous glint in her bright eyes. "But, I gotta say—Tulip and I are dying to see Serena's reaction to her new billboards. They are—" here she kissed her fingers before spreading them apart, "Molto bene! Maravilloso! Incroyable!"
Serena, caught completely off guard, made a strangled sound of surprise. "W-what?" she stammered, her eyes widening. She turned to Tulip, her voice rising to a squeak. "Billboards with an 's'? As in, plural?"
Tulip, finishing her reservation on the phone, looked up and clapped her hands together with a flourish, her face alight with a teasing joy. "Mi amor, I can not help that you photograph so beautifully!" she exclaimed, her tone both playful and slightly apologetic, as if she understood all too well how Serena's beauty made the proliferation of billboards an inevitable fact.
"I'd like to see the billboards," Ash gave Serena a reassuring grin while Pikachu threw her a thumbs up. The young champion squeezed her hand, which he still held, and blushed faintly.
"Then it's settled!" Iono raised her oversized sleeves above her head and bounced up and down with Bellibolt. "Vamos, andiamo!"
Before any of the others knew it, the entire group was back out in the city with Tulip and Iono taking the lead. They ventured beyond the typical tourist paths of Levincia, exploring the city's more hidden charms; lesser-known areas dazzled with an old-world elegance that blended seamlessly with modern designs.
Winding through narrow alleys lined with high stone walls, they passed under archways draped in flowering vines and bougainvillea, the vibrant colors popping against the backdrop of the city's futuristic architecture. The scent of fresh jasmine and the salty sea breeze mingled in the air, enhancing the coastal feel of their stroll. Small boutique cafes and artisan shops dotted their path, each with its own unique flair, offering everything from handmade crafts to luxury goods.
Emerging from the quaint alleys, the group found themselves back in the city's bustling main square. The area was a hub of activity, framed by designer storefronts showcasing the latest in high fashion and beautiful restaurants with outdoor seating, where patrons enjoyed meals under elegantly designed awnings.
As they paused in the square, Tulip gently draped an arm around Serena's waist and directed her gaze upward. Above them, the skyscrapers loomed large, their surfaces playing host to an array of digital screens. These screens flashed with advertisements and public announcements, their vivid displays a testament to Levincia's technological prowess. And tucked between these modern titans, large billboards vied for attention.
Here, Serena's face appeared repeatedly on several displays, her image captured and magnified against the urban canvas, showcasing her unexpected celebrity status in this dazzling city.
Bonnie couldn't contain her excitement and gasped, "Serena! You're like a supermodel!"
Her words caused everyone's attention to snap towards the towering advertisements, much to Serena's chagrin. The Kalos Queen could only bury her face in her hands, peeking out between her fingers to gauge everyone's reactions while her cheeks flushed a deep red.
Ash stood frozen; meanwhile, Bonnie, Nemona, and Penny all looked up with stars in their eyes, clearly dazzled by the glamorous depiction of their friend. Aliquis and Goh gave the billboard a brief look before nonchalantly averting their eyes, whistling casually as they stuffed their hands in their pockets. Brock and Arven, meanwhile, studied the image with the detached appreciation of connoisseurs observing a piece of fine art.
The advertisement itself was for Tulip's new eyeshadow palette, "En Flor." It featured an array of eyeshadows in varying shades of golds, browns, and pink—the latter matching the shade of lipstick that adorned Serena's lips, which were parted as if she were caught by surprise or in anticipation of a kiss. The closeup shot captured Serena's face tilted upwards, bathed in a warm, sunlight-like glow that highlighted her slightly tousled, wavy hair and half-closed eyes that gazed directly into the camera with a hazy, dreamlike expression. The ad showcased her wearing very light jewelry, enhancing her natural beauty without overshadowing it. The frame of the shot was tight, focusing from her collarbone upwards.
Tulip turned towards Serena with a reassuring smile and laughed lightly, pulling the embarrassed girl into a comforting hug. "Is it not beautiful? Here, I will even show you the full picture."
With a graceful gesture, Tulip held out her hand and a member of her entourage quickly handed her the latest issue of Paldea Chic. She flipped to the page where Serena's advertisement was printed, showing the entire outfit that accompanied the close-up. "Bella. This is the picture of a powerful woman," Tulip nodded, pointing to the image that displayed Serena in one of the designer's dresses. "And this is exactly how I want everyone wearing my make-up to feel."
As Serena took the magazine from Tulip, a wave of self-consciousness washed over her. She was no stranger to being featured in advertisements or billboards, but this particular shoot felt profoundly different. In the past, her photo shoots had been lighthearted—just requiring her to flash her best smile and exude a sense of fun and approachability. However, Tulip had steered this particular shoot in a direction that encouraged Serena to delve into a deeper, more mature aspect of her persona.
Tulip had wanted Serena to embrace her "womanhood" fully, marking a departure from the cheerful girl-next-door image. The famed model had encouraged her to explore this evolution, to feel powerful and influential. It was about taking her confidence to a new level, reflecting a Serena who was blossoming into a more formidable force of nature. This new portrayal aimed to capture a moment of realization, of Serena coming into her own, which added a layer of seriousness and intensity to the image that Serena wasn't accustomed to projecting publicly.
Nemona's voice broke through Serena's reflections, bringing her back to the present. "Seriously, Serena, you look amazing," she exclaimed, turning her admiration towards Tulip. "And the palette is incredible, Tulip! I can't wait to buy ten! Not that I can afford it…" She laughed sheepishly, scratching her cheek in embarrassment yet unable to hide her genuine excitement.
Penny, typically more reserved, chimed in softly, "I wouldn't mind one either…"
Bonnie, bubbling with enthusiasm, repeated eagerly, "Me too! Me too! Me too!"
The model smiled and released Serena before gesturing towards her entourage, "Well, luckily for you all, I may have some extras on hand."
And then Tulip drew out several eyeshadow palettes from a stylish bag held by one of her aides, she distributed them to each of the girls with a dazzling smile.
Nemona clutched the palette to her chest, thick streams of happy tears running down her cheeks. "This is the greatest day of my life!" she exclaimed.
Meanwhile, Iono sauntered up to Ash with a sly grin. She was barely tall enough to throw a teasing arm around his neck. Drawing him down towards her, she chuckled, "Nyohoho! Wha'da ya think, pretty boy? Like the scenery?"
Caught off guard, Ash's face turned a shade of red as he scrambled to regain his composure. With a flustered laugh, he stepped out from Iono's hold, awkwardly adjusting the bill of his cap as a way to hide his blush. "I, uh…" he stammered, struggling to find the right words.
Just then, Serena approached them, a shy pink color on her own cheeks, despite the mild glower she sent Iono. The gym leader snickered and bounced away with a wink.
After watching the impish girl leave, Serena cleared her throat and extended the magazine towards Ash, her hands trembling slightly. "This is the printed version of the ad," she said softly, leaving her sentence hanging as she shifted uncomfortably on her feet.
"Anyway, so… um, what do you think? Of the picture, I mean," she asked, her voice tinged with a mix of hope and apprehension, eager yet fearful of his response to her new, more mature image. "It's, uh, a little different from the stuff I usually do…"
As Ash gazed at the magazine, his reaction was visceral; he let out a small, almost shaky breath, his face still tinged with a flush of emotion. Lifting his gaze to meet Serena's, he grinned, his eyes shining with genuine admiration. "It's amazing how beautiful you are," he said.
Serena's heart stopped beating. Really, did he want her to melt on the street like a puddle in front of all these people? And did he have to shout? From the giggling behind her, Serena knew Iono and Bonnie had heard him…
She stepped closer to Ash, lowering her voice to a whisper, "So you like it?"
Ash nodded vigorously, his enthusiasm clear as Pikachu hopped off his shoulder, giving them a moment of privacy. The young champion chuckled softly as he watched his friend scamper away, then returned his attention to the magazine. "Hey, so…" he started, his cheeks reddening again as he stumbled over his words. With a determined push, he continued, "Do you have, uh, more of these?" He gestured to her picture.
Serena, slightly puzzled, tilted her head. "What do you mean? More magazines?"
"No, no, I mean, uh, the picture—your picture. Like," Ash chuckled uncomfortably, finding his question a bit awkward to say. But he really wanted to say it. "Would it be weird if I wanted this picture of you? To have? You know, to look at when we're not with each other?"
Serena had difficulty computing for a moment; however, when she did understand, she flushed and grew giddy and beamed. She placed a hand on Ash's arm and leaned up to kiss his cheek, this time not caring who saw, "Of course, Ash. And you know," she continued, her smile unwavering, "I was thinking we should get a picture of just the two of us sometime. That way we can have that to look at too!"
Ash's face lit up and he pumped his fist at the suggestion. "That's a great idea! Maybe we can take one in Pallet Town!"
"Mhm!" Serena agreed enthusiastically.
Feeling more relaxed, Ash glanced back down at the magazine in his hands. "But I can still keep this too, right?" he asked, half-joking, half-serious. He couldn't explain it; he just liked how beautiful Serena looked in the ad. There was something about it that sent a pleasant shiver down his spine. He briefly wondered if other guys would feel that way looking at her picture and forcefully shoved the thought from his mind. He didn't want to ruin his good mood.
With a gentle and understanding smile, Serena took the magazine from Ash, carefully tearing out the page with her ad. "There," she said softly as she handed him the neatly removed page. "It's all yours."
Ash looked up at her with a boyish grin. He carefully folded the picture and tucked it safely into his pocket, his heart feeling unusually light.
As the group settled around a table for a hearty lunch at a chic Levincia eatery, Tulip continued to elucidate the philosophy behind her work, her voice reflecting both passion and a meticulous understanding of her craft. "It was the power of a blooming woman on full display—that is what I wanted to capture with my latest makeup and fashion lines for autumn, with striking florals planned for the winter," she explained, her hands gracefully moving to emphasize her points. "After all, a woman's beauty is made all the more poignant when it rises against a set of standards, no?"
The table was laden with delicious, traditional dishes. They enjoyed bread freshly baked and warm, perfect for dipping into bowls of rich, golden olive oil infused with herbs. The centerpiece was the paella—a vibrant and aromatic dish that filled the air with the scents of saffron and seafood. The large, shallow pan held a colorful array of ingredients: succulent shellfish, and vibrant strips of red and yellow bell peppers, all mixed into a bed of golden rice that had absorbed the flavors of the broth, spices, and the socarrat—a prized crispy layer at the bottom.
The group listened with rapt attention, drawn in by Tulip's articulation of her artistic vision and the evident parallel between her work and their own journeys of growth and self-discovery.
Bonnie, ever curious and looking to understand the diverse talents of new people (and wondering if Tulip would be a good wife for her brother, despite the age difference), leaned forward with a question that had been forming in her mind. "So you started as a model, then a makeup artist, and then you built your own company… But what made you want to be a gym leader?" she asked, her eyes wide with genuine curiosity.
Tulip paused thoughtfully, her expression turning reflective as she considered the question. "Being a model and a makeup artist taught me about the power of transformation and self-expression," she began, her gaze sweeping over the young faces around her. "But becoming a gym leader was about harnessing that power in a different way, infusing it into a world that very rarely valued true beauty. It was about challenging others not just to better themselves in battle but to express themselves boldly and confidently beyond what is expected."
"Plus," Iono, never one to miss a beat even with her mouth full, twirled her fork whimsically and chimed in, "everything Tulip touches turns to gold…."
"I can attest to this," Brock declared abruptly, casting a longing glance at Tulip, "my own recently transformed heart weighs heavy in my chest."
At Brock's words, Arven nearly choked on a shell. Aliquis snickered and patted the botanist's back, helping him recover from his surprise.
Tulip, always gracious and reflective, swirled her glass of white wine gently, her gaze shifting to Iono with a knowing smile. "You, Nono, shouldn't sell yourself short. If it weren't for our collaborations, Casa Lavanda would never be where it is today," she remarked, acknowledging Iono's significant contributions to their joint ventures.
Brock continued to hang on Tulip's every word until Serena subtly elbowed his ribcage to bring him back to reality. Clearing his throat and slightly embarrassed, Brock turned his attention to Iono, who was across the table from him. "Wait, what do you do besides run the Levincia gym?"
Penny, who had been quietly absorbing the conversation, nearly choked on her surprise at Brock's lack of awareness. "Iono's the biggest social media influencer in Paldea, and she runs a livestream called Iono Zone where she streams her battles, top tens, reviews for products. Her fan base refers to themselves as Iono Zoners because of how obsessed people are!"
The table fell silent for a moment as everyone turned to look at Penny. The Vaporeon trainer, feeling a bit embarrassed by her outburst but unable to hide her fandom, muttered into a piece of bread stuffed with olives, "Sorry, I guess you could say I'm a fan. I like the top ten stuff…"
Iono let out a proud little huff and flipped one of her large pigtails across her shoulder, "Well, I appreciate the intro. But yeah, I'm kinda a big deal 'round here," she declared with a whimsical twist of her fork. "I make all sorts of videos and content to keep peeps entertained, including my gym battles." Turning to Ash with a wink, she added, "Which is why your challenge is going to be magnifique-o."
Penny leaned in and whispered towards the bewildered faces of Goh, Bonnie, and Serena, "Iono and her fans also speak Iono-ese. It's just a bunch of languages smashed together."
Ash, unable to contain his excitement for the upcoming challenge, slammed the butt of his utensils down onto the table, making a loud clatter. "Well, I can't wait to battle you! What time are we doing this? Right after lunch?" he asked, his and Pikachu's expressions brimming with determination.
Iono giggled into her oversized sleeve, amused by Ash's impatience. "You're eager. Adorable," she teased, folding her arms across her chest and propping her combat boots casually on the corner of the table. "But I don't think so, friendo. We gotta hype this battle up before the livestream. Just like any gym, you have to complete a challenge."
Ash's enthusiasm deflated momentarily as he almost sank his head into his rice in disappointment, but Arven quickly intervened, saving the plate just as Ash's forehead hit the table.
Ash's voice came out muffled, "What is this challenge?"
"A promo video!" Iono declared gleefully, her Bellibolt snickering alongside her. "You'll film yourself around Levincia, showing off your skills and doing whatever other fun stuff while looking super cute—Then I'll air it on Iono Zone the day before our battle to get people pumped!"
Ash lifted his head, his expression one of despair. "A promo video!?" He brought the bill of his cap in front of his face. "But I'm terrible at that stuff! I hardly know how to work my own phone!"
Aliquis exchanged a knowing glance with his Meowscarada, whispering, "It's sorta true though."
The rest of the gang murmured in agreement, but Serena placed a comforting hand on boyfriend's shoulder. "I can help you, Ash," she smiled, "In fact, I'd love to be involved. I have some experience making videos, remember?"
"That's right! Remember, when Serena made those Pokévision videos and we helped!" Bonnie added enthusiastically, clapping her hands, with Dedenne piping up in agreement on her shoulder.
Serena bit her lip to hold back a giggle; trying not to think about the ways she could make Ash look "super cute."
"Yay!" Iono, practically squealing with excitement, clapped her hands. "I was so hoping you would help him, Serena. In fact, you two should appear in the vid together at some point!" The gym leader smirked, a glint flashing in her eyes. "People would loooove it, if ya know what I mean?"
Serena, sensing a challenge, wasn't about to back down. "I think we can figure something out," she asserted confidently.
Ash glanced at Serena and then back at Iono, scratching the back of his head. "Well, I guess that's all figured out then." Looking back at his girlfriend, he asked, "Would you be okay with starting after lunch?"
Serena smiled and nodded, her spirits lifted by the plan. Pancham, suddenly popping out from under the table, held out a thumbs up with a cheeky smirk.
"Well, while you all have your fun," Nemona gave the two a pointed look before shifting the conversation, " I guess the rest of us should get everything we need before heading out tomorrow to the next Team Star camp!"
Iono sniffed and turned to the class president. "Team Star…? Hold up, class prez—Why have I heard of them before?"
"It's just something that's going on at the school," Arven muttered, clearing his throat.
Goh leaned back in his chair, popping a piece of bread in his mouth, "Yeah, there's some drama with bullies and stuff."
Suddenly a plan formed in Nemona's eyes and she met Iono's curious stare with a grin, "Wait a second! Maybe you can help us tell the story!? The real one." Looking to Penny, the class president asked, "What do you think? Should we tell her everything?"
Penny tried not to be swayed by the fact that she was a huge fan of Iono…but that aside, there could be something to getting the true story behind Team Star out to the rest of the masses. It would not only raise awareness among staff, but definitely the students.
"Maybe," Penny began slowly, "as long as we respect some people's privacy. I'm sure Team Star members would want to stay anonymous."
Nemona nodded in agreement.
Iono's curiosity was piqued. "Okay, well now I'm absolutely buzzing with curiosity. What's all this about?"
"We could tell you everything after lunch? It's kind of a long story, but definitely worth a video," Nemona held up her fork with a knowing air and winked.
"Sure, I'll hear ya out," Iono agreed, then gestured to the whole group. "But I want everyone to stay in town until Ash's battle. I always have a live audience, and I want it packed and the vibe electrified!"
At Iono's words, her Bellibolt let out a little spark, and Nemona grinned, raising a fist. "Well, that sounds like the best compromise ever!"
The group all cheered with excitement—both people and Pokémon alike. Ash, his determination renewed, exchanged nods with Pikachu before looking back at Iono. "We'll be sure to come at you with everything we got!"
Navarro sat in his office, the image of deep contemplation within the confines of his once-immaculate suit. His tie hung loosely, the top button of his shirt undone, lending him an air of having been through more than one battle too many. The air was thick with smoke as he placed another cigarette between his lips, drawing in the breath with a slow, deliberate inhale. As he leaned back in his chair, he exhaled a dense cloud of fog that seemed to momentarily mask the tension lining his features.
In the corner of the room, his Absol sat quietly, its silver mane reflecting the dim light. Its eyes were trained on Navarro, filled with a concern that seemed almost human. The creature shifted uneasily, sensing the deep conflict that its trainer was too proud to voice.
The door swung open, and Santiago Márquez entered, immediately coughing as the smoky air hit him. He fumbled with the collar of his shirt beneath his lab coat, which suddenly seemed to constrict around his neck.
"Any word?" Márquez asked, his voice tinged with concern as he took in Navarro's disheveled appearance.
Navarro didn't immediately respond. He stared through the haze filling his office, his eyes distant. "Do you know, Santiago," he said, taking another drag from his cigarette, "what the opposite of love is?"
Márquez's eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed on Navarro. He had noticed a shift in him lately, an instability creeping into the edges of his demeanor like cracks spreading through glass. After a pause, Santiago sighed and ran a hand through his cropped dark hair, reluctantly deciding to engage with Navarro's philosophical detour. "Well, one would have to imagine it is hate," he ventured, watching Navarro closely with a wary expression.
The CEO remained silent for a moment longer, allowing the weight of the question to hang in the air. Finally, he responded slowly, "No." He extinguished his cigarette and stood abruptly, his movements sharp and sudden. He walked over to the window, his back to Santiago, staring out at the view beyond the glass as if seeking answers in the cityscape stretched out beneath them.
Santiago slowly moved to occupy a leather chair in front of Navarro's desk. He sat down, enveloped in hesitation, his mind churning with thoughts he was reluctant to voice. The air in the room felt thick, laden with tension and unspoken worries. Santiago opened his mouth to reply, to venture further into the precarious conversation, but was interrupted as Hamber and a man in a white coat stepped into the room.
Navarro, his back still turned to the newcomers, gazed out the window. His voice was steady, yet there was an undercurrent of urgency as he asked, "How is she, doctor?"
The doctor, hands buried deep in his pockets, responded with a measure of clinical detachment, "Teresa is much improved… for now." He paused, then added, "The Herba Mystica continues to temporarily keep her sickness at bay. Of course, it isn't a permanent solution, as we've discussed."
Navarro nodded slowly, his silhouette framed against the window. He reached into his silver cigarette case, drew out another cigarette, and lit it with a practiced flick of his lighter. "Thank you, doctor. That is all," he said dismissively.
The doctor exchanged a quick, loaded glance with Santiago and Hamber. He hesitated, then said, "She is asking for your son…"
The room froze. No one moved; the only sound was the soft crackle of the burning cigarette. Navarro's free hand clenched into a tight fist, the knuckles whitening to the color of ash. He remained facing the window, his back to the room, engulfed in his own storm of emotions.
"Her son… you mean her son…" Navarro's voice was a murmur, almost lost in the expanse of the office.
Santiago abruptly stood, adjusting the collar and tie of his shirt in a quick, nervous motion. "I'll go fetch him, doctor. Por favor…" he said, motioning the medical man back out the door.
He quickly escorted the doctor out, casting one last look back to see if Navarro had turned around. The figure at the window remained unchanged, a statue of hidden thoughts. With a heavy and anxious heart, Márquez closed the door behind him, reluctantly leaving Navarro alone with Hamber.
The room lapsed into silence. Navarro remained fixed at the window, lost in thought, the room filled only with the occasional crackle of his cigarette. After a few moments, Hamber cleared his throat and took the seat that Márquez had vacated. He adjusted his pristine suit meticulously, his movements precise and deliberate.
"It is a relief to hear Teresa is much improved, no?" Hamber began carefully, his tone measured. He was aware of Navarro's troubled state but chose to remind the CEO of the pivotal role he—or his team—had played in procuring the Herba Mystica, hoping to inject a note of accomplishment into the strained atmosphere.
Navarro, moving towards the wall adjacent to the window, poured himself a strong drink from a bar cart, his movements fluid yet tinged with fatigue. "How are we in our pursuit of the Miraidon?" he asked with a hint of challenge.
Hamber's expression hardened slightly, a twitch of irritation visible at his brow. "We are making every effort…"
Navarro turned and eyed the advisor suspiciously through the haze of smoke, taking a long sip of his drink, his gaze intense and probing. "What do you believe to be the opposite of love, Hamber?" he asked suddenly, gazing back at the window.
Hamber, unfazed, clasped his hands before him and placed them on his knee. He did not say anything, but his stare turned sharp and piercing as he began to read Navarro's expression, curious to see where this would lead.
Navarro continued, his voice growing more reflective. "Apathy. Indifference," he declared, finishing his drink and setting the empty glass carelessly on the desk. "You cannot love something you do not care about. And when one does not care, one is free."
Hamber listened attentively, inclining his head politely to show his respect for Navarro's view. After a few moments of silence, filled only by the soft murmur of the city outside and the distant sounds of the office, he finally spoke, his voice calm yet firm. "Respectfully, señor, I disagree."
Navarro's bleary eyes narrowed slightly, but a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth as he chuckled cynically. "Well, Hamber. You are my advisor. In what way do you disagree?" he inquired, a trace of mockery threading through his words.
Hamber stood gracefully, beginning a slow pace along the line of Navarro's meticulously arranged bookshelves. He paused occasionally to lift a tome, examining its spine thoughtfully before replacing it exactly in its spot. "Fear," he stated simply, turning to face Navarro, his mustache curling slightly at one end as if to punctuate his point. "Fear is the opposite of love, because love is self-opening, love is service—sacrifice. And whenever one serves another, they make themselves… vulnerable." He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "And human nature is in the business of self-preservation," he continued, returning to sit in the chair he had vacated earlier. "And when one loves something perishable, there is always fear… and fear enslaves."
Hamber knew, despite all of Navarro's efforts to appear indifferent, especially regarding Teresa, that he was anything but apathetic. The CEO was afraid. And despite normally depicting himself as a fortress of self-control, Navarro's composure was slipping, and Hamber sensed that soon he would be able to break him. Soon.
Navarro's eyes turned steely and dull as he processed Hamber's words, disliking the riddles and knowing all too well that he was vulnerable—and that Hamber knew it. Desperate to regain some footing, he grasped at a lifeline. "The Monarch is securing the gym badges. I have no doubt he will be done with this task by the end of the year."
Hamber raised an eyebrow, his expression wary. "What is your purpose for the young man? I confess, I am more wary of his involvement…" His voice dripped with disdain as he sneered at the next word, "His morality will make a mess of our—your—efforts in Area Zero."
Navarro smiled darkly, catching Hamber's slip. "Normally it would… but I'm certain I can get his…cooperation."
Hamber tried not to snort at the perceived impossibility, though he could not suppress a shiver at the look in Navarro's eyes. If Navarro truly believed he could get Ash Ketchum—the Monarch of the World—to cooperate with his plans...
"And do tell, how do you intend to get Ash Ketchum to 'cooperate'?" Hamber asked, his tone dripping with skepticism.
Navarro grinned, a cold glint in his eye as he took a long drag from his cigarette. "You said so yourself," he exhaled slowly, the smoke curling around his words, "'when one loves something perishable, there is always fear… and fear enslaves.'" His smirk widened, revealing the depth of his calculated cruelty, as he considered the leverage of fear over love—a tool he was all too ready to use.
Okay, so Navarro's not looking like he's in great shape, is he? Oh well. Next chapter will open with a scene featuring some familiar coordinators…gotta see who got Lebarón's letter. And then we will have more fun around Levinicia featuring a certain new Pokémon! So stay tuned!
Next chapter will hopefully be done end of August or early September!