The library of Professor Oak's lab was a sanctuary of quiet amidst the controlled chaos of the research facility. Rows of towering bookshelves lined the walls, filled with thick volumes on Pokémon biology, battle strategies, and the history of the Kanto region. The scent of old paper and polished wood lingered in the air, a comforting contrast to the sterile aroma of the rest of the lab.

Jake sat at a long wooden table near the back of the room, surrounded by open textbooks, with notes scattered haphazardly across the surface. His brow furrowed in concentration as he read through a particularly dense chapter on type matchups and battle strategies.

He reached for his pencil, scribbling down a note on the effectiveness of Ground-type moves against Electric-types, his handwriting quick and precise. The concept was simple enough, but the nuances of type advantages and resistances still tripped him up sometimes, especially when considering dual-type Pokémon.

A small pile of crumpled papers lay beside him, evidence of his frustrations throughout the afternoon. Despite his struggles, there was a fire in Jake's eyes—a determination to not just pass the exam but to ace it. He had spent too much of his life feeling like he was playing catch-up, like he was always one step behind. But this was different. This was something he could control, something he could master with enough effort.

The trainer license exam was ten months away, and if he wanted to be ready, he had a lot of studying to do. Jake knew he couldn't afford to slack off—he was already behind his peers in terms of knowledge. Most of his peers would learn all of this and more as soon as they entered the academy. And if they didn't attend the academy, they would learn independently the moment they got their OTL. Jake had only managed to train Tide and get by on scraps of knowledge he was piecing together or through instinct. But that could only get him so far.

It had been a week since he and Ash started training together, but this was another part of the training that Ash couldn't help him with. This part was entirely up to him.

To pass the trainer license exam, he needed to acquire knowledge of battle tactics and how to care for and train Pokémon. It could be knowing what to feed them, how to maintain their peak physical condition, and mental stability. Another part of the exam required knowing how to survive in the wild and the region's geography, but Jake felt confident he could ace that. Sure, he probably still needed to study, but his experience traveling with Tide across the better part of the region had already given him a solid foundation.

That wasn't the only thing required for the exam, but it was a start, as Gary had told him when he first sat Jake down in the lab. Gary had been diligent, with Valerie dropping a mountain of books on his desk, each marked with areas to focus on. Gary would then test him on what he had learned that day. Jake deeply appreciated the professor and his assistant, even if it was hard to voice it. To their credit, they dismissed his thanks, saying that helping an aspiring young trainer was a welcome change of pace from their usual work.

"Zapper, stop bothering Dratini," Jake's eyes never left the page he was reading, but his ears picked up the sound of Pikachu snickering quietly. That could only mean one thing. The muffled cry of the little blue Dragon-type confirmed it.

Rubbing his hand under the table to relieve the numbness spreading across his palm after getting zapped again, Jake was reminded that Pikachu didn't like his new nickname. Well, too bad for him—Jake was keeping it.

Pikachu jumped on the table, knocking one of the books to the floor, making his thoughts quite clear on the matter. But Jake just sighed inwardly and ignored him, trying to focus on the task at hand once again.

Ever since the start of the week, Zapper had resumed the headstrong, mischievous behavior that Jake had first encountered when they met. The vulnerable moment they had shared after the surgery had passed, and their usual antics had resumed. Jake would tease the little mouse, who in turn would zap him with his tiny, newfound electric power that he was slowly building up again. It was never out of malice—they had agreed to be partners, after all.

Jake felt a warmth inside, despite the prankster tendencies of his Pikachu. This version of Zapper was energetic and full of life, a stark contrast to the depressed, demure Pokémon that had emerged from surgery.

Zapper had been cleared to start light training under the supervision of seasoned trainers like Ash. According to the doctor, he still had a long way to go but was making significant progress.

Jake's internal thoughts were cut off by Dratini curling around his legs, complaining about his troublesome teammate, and having a panicked expression. Another worry staring right at him.

Jake sighed as he recalled the first training session with Ash.

Pallet Town - One Week Ago

Jake moved through the quiet streets of Pallet Town, the early morning mist clinging to the air as he made his way toward the outskirts. The fields of Route 1 stretched out before him, a familiar path he had walked many times before. Today, however, he wasn't just here for a leisurely walk or to clear his mind—he was here to train.

He found a secluded clearing near the edge of the route, just outside the town limits. It was a spot he had explicitly chosen to avoid disturbing the residents. The grass was still damp with dew, and the air was cool, making it the perfect setting for a rigorous training session. It was just him and Tide today, as Zapper was resting at home per the doctor's orders.

Jake was just about to start when he heard footsteps approaching. Turning around, he saw Ash approaching, a Pokéball in hand. Before Jake could say anything, Ash tossed the ball toward him. Jake caught it instinctively, looking at Ash with a mix of curiosity and surprise.

"What's this?" Jake asked, examining the Pokéball.

Ash gave a small smile. "It's a gift, from Gary and me. Go ahead, call it out."

With a mixture of anticipation and excitement, Jake pressed the button on the Pokéball, releasing the Pokémon inside. A soft blue light materialized into a familiar form—the same Dratini he helped during their encounter with the Fearow. The tiny Dragon-type looked up at Jake with wide, trusting eyes, coiling slightly as it took in its surroundings.

Jake's eyes widened in recognition. "Is this...?"

"Yeah, it's the same Dratini," Ash confirmed. "Gary and I were trying to relocate him to one of the reserves in the region, but he wouldn't stop crying every time we tried to transfer him. He's quite young—only a month old, according to Gary—and it seems he's formed an attachment to you."

Jake knelt down, gently stroking Dratini's smooth scales. The little Dragon-type cooed softly, nudging against Jake's hand with an almost affectionate touch.

Ash continued, "Gary and I discussed it and decided it would be best if Dratini stayed with you. I'll monitor both of you, especially since raising a Dragon-type, especially this young, can be a tough ordeal."

Jake looked up at Ash, gratitude shining in his eyes. "Thank you. I'll take good care of him."

Ash nodded, then gestured for Jake to sit with him on the grass. They settled across from each other, with Dratini coiling comfortably beside Jake.

"So, what do you think of Tide's level at the moment?" Ash asked, his tone more serious now. "How have you been training him?"

Jake thought for a moment before answering. "I've been focusing on making Tide learn Water Gun when he was a Mudkip, and after he evolved, I taught him Mud Shot. I wanted him to have a solid Ground-type move."

Ash nodded thoughtfully. "And what about Brick Break? That's not a typical move for Marshtomp."

Jake hesitated briefly, then pulled an old, scratched TM case from his bag. "I came across this TM for Brick Break a while ago. I figured Tide needed a strong physical move to cover his limited options. Tackle just wasn't cutting it anymore."

Ash inspected the TM case, and a hint of a smile was playing on his lips. "Good thinking. It's smart to diversify his moveset like that. By the way, I meant to ask… why Tide?"

Jake chuckled, a bit of exasperation in his voice. "I wanted to call him 'Tidebreaker'—thought it sounded awesome. But Tide didn't like it. He refused to respond to it until we finally just settled on 'Tide.' He's pretty stubborn about it, actually."

Tide grunted to confirm this from the other side of Jake.

Ash smirked, clearly amused. "Sounds like you've got your hands full with him."

Jake grumbled good-naturedly, "Yeah, he's got a mind of his own, that's for sure."

Ash's expression turned more analytical as he refocused on Tide's training. "Tide's moveset is limited, but from what I've seen, the control and power behind the moves are solid. Mud Shot still needs some work, though."

Jake nodded, absorbing Ash's feedback. "I've been trying to perfect it, but it's still a work in progress."

"So, what's your plan for training Tide moving forward?" Ash asked.

Jake answered confidently, "I want to perfect and master his current moves. Maybe teach him a new one or two along the way."

Ash leaned forward slightly, his gaze steady. "That's a good start. But aside from that, what else are you planning?"

Jake paused, uncertainty creeping into his expression. He opened his mouth to answer, but the words didn't come. He wasn't sure what else to say—what more he could do beyond perfecting Tide's moves.

Seeing Jake's hesitation, Ash didn't press further, instead allowing the question to linger in the air, encouraging Jake to think deeper about his approach to training.

Jake paused, uncertainty evident in his eyes as he struggled to come up with a comprehensive answer to Ash's question. He had been so focused on perfecting Tide's current moves that he hadn't given much thought to other aspects of training.

Ash noticed the hesitation and offered a reassuring smile. "It's okay if you're not sure. That's why we're here—to figure it out together."

Jake let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, nodding slowly. "I guess I haven't thought much beyond just improving his moves."

"That's a good start," Ash replied, shifting his position to sit more comfortably on the grass. Ash's Pikachu, forever by the black-haired trainer's side, hopped off his shoulder, joining Dratini and Tide as they played nearby. "But training a Pokémon involves a lot more than just moves. You have to look at the whole picture."

Jake leaned forward, interest piqued. "What do you mean?"

"Well," Ash began, counting off on his fingers, "there's diet, type mastery, type coverage, physical and mental training, building a strong bond, enhancing move power and accuracy, and developing effective battle strategies. Each of these plays a crucial role in making Tide the best he can be."

Jake's eyes widened slightly as he considered the list. "That sounds like a lot."

Ash chuckled softly. "It can be, but when you break it down and tackle each part step by step, it's manageable. Let's go through them one by one, okay?"

"Yeah, that would help a lot," Jake agreed, grabbing a notebook and pen from his backpack, ready to take notes.

"Alright, let's start with diet," Ash said, glancing over at Tide, who was playfully splashing Dratini with small bursts of water. "What are you currently feeding Tide?"

Jake scratched the back of his head thoughtfully. "Mostly standard Pokémon food. Sometimes, I catch some fresh fish when we're near rivers, and occasionally, I grab berries if we come across them."

Ash nodded approvingly. "That's a decent start, but tailoring his diet can make a big difference in his performance. For Water and Ground-types like Tide, incorporating foods specific to his species helps, though it can be a bit pricey since it's tailored for Marshtomp instead of general Pokémon food."

Jake jotted down notes quickly, eyes focused. "So specific foods can actually help him improve more than the general kind?"

"Exactly," Ash confirmed. "Also, including high-protein foods will help build muscle strength, improving his physical capabilities. Don't forget about hydration—keeping Tide well-hydrated is crucial, especially during intense training sessions."

"That makes sense," Jake replied, nodding along. "I guess I never thought about it that way."

Ash smiled. "It's all about giving him the right fuel. Now, moving on to type mastery. Tide has the advantage of being both Water and Ground-type, which is a great combination. Focusing on mastering both types will make him a versatile and formidable opponent, but it won't be easy."

"How do we do that?" Jake asked eagerly.

"First, practice in varied environments," Ash explained. "For Water-type mastery, train near different water bodies—rivers, lakes, and even the ocean, if possible. This helps Tide be more in sync with his Water-type energy. For Ground-type, practice on different terrains like rocky fields, mudflats, and sandy areas. This builds adaptability and strengthens his connection to both elements. Muddier water would also lift his spirit and morale as the Mudkip line likes this kind of scenery, being their natural habitat."

Jake's pen moved swiftly across the page as he wrote. "Training in different settings also helps him get used to various battlefields."

"Correct, that's another aspect you could explore in the future," Ash affirmed. "Also, study and understand the strengths and weaknesses of both types. Knowing which types you have an advantage over and which pose a threat helps in planning your battle strategies."

"Right. Water beats Fire and Ground beats Electric, but Grass is a problem for both," Jake recited, recalling his earlier studies.

"Good," Ash said, impressed. "This brings us to type coverage moves. To cover weaknesses like Grass-types, teaching Tide moves from other types can be incredibly useful."

"Like what? I know Ice-type moves are a great option, but which moves would you suggest?" Jake inquired, eyes shining with curiosity.

"Ice-type moves are perfect," Ash pointed out. "An attack like Ice Beam would be super effective against Grass and Dragon-types. We can work on teaching Tide that move through TMs or specialized training."

Jake underlined 'Ice Beam' in his notes. "Got it. Any other moves we should consider?"

"Poison is also great against Grass-types, so maybe include the TM for Toxic. Rock-type moves like Rock Slide can also be beneficial, providing coverage against Flying and Bug-types. Additionally, consider moves like Protect for defense and Hydro Cannon or Muddy Water for more powerful Water-type attacks. Though you'll have to wait until he grows up more for those."

"That's a lot to work on," Jake mused, excitement bubbling up inside him.

"It is," Ash agreed with a grin. "But we'll take it step by step. Now, let's talk about physical and mental training. Physical training improves Tide's strength, speed, and endurance, while mental training enhances his focus, resilience, and battle awareness."

"What's the best way to approach physical training?" Jake asked.

"Regular exercise routines," Ash began. "For strength, have Tide do resistance training like pushing or pulling weighted objects. For speed, set up agility courses with obstacles. Endurance can be built through long-distance runs or swims."

"That should be easy enough to set up around here," Jake noted, already planning out possible routines.

"Definitely," Ash said. "As for mental training, practice meditation and focus exercises. This could be as simple as having Tide hold a move like Water Gun steady for extended periods or training him to react calmly under sudden changes during mock battles. You can also infuse both mental and physical exercises with a mock battle against Zapper, who is much faster than him."

"That will help him stay composed during real battles," Jake concluded.

"Precisely," Ash confirmed. "Now, perhaps the most important aspect is building a strong bond between you and Tide. Trust and understanding between a trainer and their Pokémon can often make the difference between victory and defeat."

Jake smiled softly, glancing over at Tide, who was now playfully wrestling with Pikachu while Dratini watched with bright eyes. "I think we have a good bond already, but there's always room to grow."

"Absolutely," Ash agreed warmly. "Spend time together outside of training. Go for walks, explore new places, play games. Learn to read each other's cues and emotions. The stronger your bond, the better you'll perform together. Once a Pokémon trusts the trainer fully, endless possibilities open up. I cannot stress it enough, Jake."

Jake nodded thoughtfully. "Makes sense. Tide's always been there for me, and I want to be there for him too."

Ash's eyes softened, clearly pleased. "That's the right attitude. Now, when it comes to enhancing move power and accuracy, it's all about consistent practice and proper technique."

"How do we improve that?" Jake asked.

"For power, focus on proper form and channeling energy effectively," Ash explained. "When Tide uses Water Gun, ensure he's drawing from his internal reserves efficiently. For accuracy, practice by targeting smaller and moving objects, gradually increasing difficulty as he improves."

"Like aiming at specific points on a target or hitting moving pendulums?" Jake suggested.

"Exactly," Ash affirmed. "Also, incorporating feedback and correction during practice helps. Record his performances and analyze what can be improved."

"That's a good idea," Jake said, jotting it down. "And finally, battle strategy?"

Ash leaned back slightly, his expression thoughtful. "Developing effective battle strategies involves understanding your opponent, adapting to different situations, and making quick, informed decisions. Study common battle tactics, but also learn to be creative and unpredictable."

"How can I practice that?" Jake questioned.

"Participate in mock battles against various types of opponents," Ash advised. "After each battle, review what worked and what didn't. Discuss different scenarios and plan how you'd handle them. Also, watch and analyze battles of experienced trainers to learn from their strategies.
Remember, every battle is different, and flexibility is critical. Don't be afraid to take calculated risks and trust in your and Tide's abilities."

Jake looked down at his filled notebook, feeling a surge of motivation and gratitude. "This is amazing, Ash. Thank you for breaking it all down like this."

Ash clapped him on the shoulder. "No problem. It's a lot to take in, but I know you will manage. Now let's move on to Zapper. Do you think it will be the same for him?"

Jake thought about it for a few minutes before replying.

"No, Zapper just got out of surgery. He will need to build both his physical shape and electric reserve. How do you think I should proceed?"

"It's good to know you're capable of using that noggin of yours. You're right, Zapper will need to rehabilitate his speed, power, and muscles. You'll need to fill his electric reserve with electricity. They have a charging station in the Pokémon Center and also at the lab. The Pikachu line is able to absorb electricity and turn it into power they can convert for their own use. It's a slow process, but it will work. Also, using it every day along with training Thundershock will work like a muscle—the more you train it, the bigger it will grow."

"So, if lightning strikes him, will he be able to absorb some of it? This could improve his power tremendously, no?"

"If he has the capacity to take it, sure. But this is very dangerous if Zapper cannot handle it."

Jake nodded, and Ash continued.

"After he manages to reach a level where both his physical and electric capabilities are acceptable, we'll move on to other areas like we did with Tide."

"I figured it would be a long-term kind of deal with him, but we'll work hard to get on track," Jake replied.

Taking a few minutes to digest all the information he was given, another question popped into Jake's mind.

"What about Dratini?" Jake asked.

Ash glanced at Dratini, who was back, coiled around Jake's legs, looking up at him with bright, curious eyes. "Dratini's going to be a special case, Jake. Dragon-types are powerful but require careful and patient training, especially at such a young age."

Jake nodded, fully aware of the responsibility he was taking on. "I figured as much. What should I focus on with him?"

"First things first," Ash said, his tone becoming more instructive. "You'll want to build a strong foundation. Dratini is still very young, so his stamina and physical strength will need a lot of work. Start with light exercises to build his endurance and flexibility. Simple movements like slithering through obstacle courses or practicing basic moves will help."

Jake quickly noted down Ash's advice. "What about his diet? I assume it's different from Tide's."

"Of course," Ash confirmed. "Dragon-types need a high-protein diet with plenty of nutrients to support their growth. For Dratini, that means a mix of specially formulated Dragon-type food and supplements. You can also add in berries like Sitrus or Oran to give him an energy boost. Since he's still growing, keeping him well-fed and hydrated is crucial."

Jake made a mental note to pick up the necessary supplies from the lab's storeroom later. "Got it. And what about his moves? Should I start teaching him anything new, or focus on what he already knows?"

"Start with the basics," Ash advised. "For now, focus on mastering moves like Twister and Thunder Wave. These are not only useful in battle but also help Dratini get a better grasp of his Dragon-type and Electric-type potential. As he grows stronger, you can introduce more advanced moves, but there's no rush. Patience is key with Dragon-types."

Jake appreciated the clear guidance. "Twister and Thunder Wave, got it. I'll make sure he gets plenty of practice."

Ash smiled, clearly pleased with Jake's dedication. "One more thing to keep in mind: Dratini will need time to bond with you, even more so than Tide or Zapper. Dragons are known for their loyalty, but that bond has to be earned. Spend time with him outside of training, just like you do with the others. Play games, explore new areas together—anything that strengthens your connection."

Jake looked down at Dratini, who was now curiously nudging a nearby notebook with his nose. "I can do that. I want him to trust me completely, just like Tide and Zapper."

"That's the right attitude," Ash said, clapping Jake on the shoulder. "Remember, Jake, raising a Dragon-type is a long-term commitment, but it's one that will pay off in the end. With patience, discipline, and a lot of care, Dratini will grow into a powerful and loyal partner."

Jake nodded, feeling more confident about the path ahead. "Thanks, Ash. I won't let you—or Dratini—down."

Back to Present

Jake's thoughts drifted back to the present as Dratini nudged his leg again, this time more insistently. The little Dragon-type was a stark contrast to Tide and Zapper. While Tide was steadfast and strong, and Zapper was mischievous and lively, Dratini was… timid. Almost too timid, if Jake was being honest with himself.

Dratini had a tendency to cry at the slightest scare, and Zapper seemed to take some kind of twisted pleasure in picking on the younger Pokémon. Whether it was harmless pranks, like suddenly leaping out from behind a bush, or sending small static shocks when Dratini least expected it, Zapper enjoyed getting a rise out of the little Dragon. It was no wonder that Dratini was cautious around the Pikachu, often keeping his distance whenever Zapper was in a particularly playful mood.

Jake sighed inwardly, glancing down at Dratini, who was now coiled tightly around his legs, eyes wide with anxiety. He had envisioned something different when Ash handed him that Pokéball a week ago. He had expected a fierce and powerful Dragon, a Pokémon that would grow to be a force to be reckoned with. Instead, he found himself with a crybaby who was more interested in playing than training.

It wasn't that Jake didn't care about Dratini. He did. He just hadn't expected the journey with this particular Pokémon to be so challenging in ways he hadn't anticipated. He wanted to push Dratini, to help him grow stronger, but every time he tried, he met resistance. When Jake had suggested a mock battle against Zapper—who was still recovering and wouldn't have posed much of a threat—Dratini had flat-out refused. The little Dragon wouldn't even attempt a single attack, not even a harmless warp. He just coiled up in fear, leaving Jake frustrated.

For the past week, Jake had tried to coax Dratini out of his shell, but the results were less than promising. Dratini was more interested in playing than working, often getting distracted during training sessions. Jake had tried everything, from stern encouragement to gentle coaxing, but nothing seemed to work. Only after offering Dratini a treat—a particularly juicy Sitrus Berry—did the young Dragon agree to start working on his warp move. Even then, he would only practice on non-living targets like tree trunks or branches, never on anything that moved.

Jake couldn't help but worry. He knew that Dratini had potential, but how was he supposed to tap into it when the Pokémon refused to push himself? And what would happen when Dratini inevitably evolved into a Dragonair? Would the same timidity hold him back? These thoughts weighed heavily on Jake, even as he continued to try different strategies to reach the young Dragon.

He glanced over at Zapper, who had decided to try his luck with Tide again, sending a small spark of electricity in the larger Pokémon's direction. Tide, ever the stoic one, merely dismissed the Pikachu with a wave of his fin, completely unfazed. Jake couldn't help but feel a bit frustrated. Tide had been a rock, always ready to train, always willing to push himself. Why couldn't Dratini have that same drive?

But Jake knew the answer. Dratini was different, and he had to find a way to work with that. He couldn't force the Dragon-type to be something he wasn't. Instead, he had to figure out how to nurture Dratini's strengths and help him overcome his fears at his own pace.

"Come on, buddy," Jake said softly, reaching down to gently uncoil Dratini from his legs. The Dragon-type looked up at him with wide, trusting eyes, but there was still that hint of fear that made Jake's heart ache a little. "We'll keep working on it. I know you can do this."

Dratini cooed softly, nuzzling against Jake's hand, and Jake felt a small spark of hope. It wasn't going to be easy, and there would be plenty of frustrating moments ahead, but he wasn't going to give up on Dratini. He had made a promise to Ash, and more importantly, to himself. He would find a way to help Dratini grow into the strong, confident Pokémon he was meant to be.

As Jake gathered his notes and prepared to leave the library, he made a mental note to talk to Ash about Dratini later. Maybe the older man would have some ideas that could help. But for now, it was back to training, one small step at a time.

With Zapper and Tide following behind, Jake led Dratini out of the library and into the sunlight, ready to face the challenges of another day.

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And what a challenge they had.

A quick beep from the red wristband alerted Jake that it was time to feed the problematic black Growlithe. Rubbing the scar on his face nervously, he gathered his bearings and walked out of the library.

The walk from the library was quiet, Jake's mind replaying his training notes as he led his Pokémon toward the enclosure where Growlithe was being kept.

Growlithe stood at the center of the space, its fur bristling and red eyes glowing sharply. Its gaze flickered between Jake and the three Pokémon standing beside him—Tide, Zapper, and Dratini.

As soon as Jake approached, Growlithe's posture shifted. The Pokémon's stance became rigid, its ears flattened against its skull, and a deep growl rumbled in its throat. Jake could feel the shift in the air. The presence of his Pokémon had heightened Growlithe's already intense sense of territoriality.

"Easy," Jake muttered, holding up his hands in a gesture of peace. He set the food down near the edge of the enclosure, hoping it would distract Growlithe from its aggressive stance. "We're just here to feed you."

Growlithe's growl deepened, its eyes narrowing as it took a step forward, hackles raised. Jake swallowed hard. He knew Growlithe was unpredictable, but today, it seemed especially on edge. His Pokémon felt it too—Tide shifted his stance, ready for anything, while Zapper hovered closer to Jake, sparks flickering weakly from his cheeks. Dratini, timid as always, coiled tightly around Jake's leg, trembling as it peeked out at the imposing Growlithe.

Jake took a slow breath, trying to keep his voice calm. "It's alright, buddy. No one's here to hurt you."

But Growlithe wasn't listening. Its eyes were locked on the other Pokémon—intruders in its territory. It took another step forward, its growl turning into a snarl. Jake could feel the tension building, like a storm about to break.

"Back up, guys," Jake said quietly, his heart racing. He didn't want a confrontation, but Growlithe's aggression was rising fast. Tide stood firm, ready to defend his trainer, while Zapper flicked his tail nervously, fully aware that he was still in recovery. Dratini, as expected, stayed frozen with fear.

Without warning, Growlithe sprang forward.

The fire-type moved like a blur, closing the distance in a heartbeat. Its ferocity was undeniable as it unleashed a powerful Flamethrower straight at Tide.

"Tide, watch out!" Jake yelled.

Tide reacted just in time, dodging the worst of the attack but still feeling the heat of the flames searing the air. Growlithe wasted no time, following up with another charge, aiming directly for Tide's throat.

With a snarl, Growlithe leaped again, but this time, Tide met it head-on, launching a Mud Shot that splattered the ground with thick mud. Growlithe dodged, its movements quick and erratic, but it landed a glancing Ember on Tide's side. Tide staggered but held firm, retaliating with a powerful Water Gun.

The blast of water struck Growlithe, soaking its fur and forcing it to retreat a few paces. The fire-type shook off the attack with a furious growl, its eyes blazing with fury. It was stronger than Jake had expected—far stronger than a normal Growlithe.

"Zapper, back him up with a Thunder Shock!" Jake called.

Zapper leaped into action, releasing a weak jolt of electricity. The attack barely fazed Growlithe, which turned its fiery gaze on the Pikachu. Zapper, still tender and weakened, struggled to muster another attack, his body trembling from exertion.

Growlithe lunged again, this time aiming for Zapper.

"Get back!" Jake shouted, and Tide rushed forward, intercepting Growlithe with a swift Brick Break. The force of the hit knocked Growlithe off balance, but it quickly recovered, growling in frustration. Its territorial instincts were in overdrive now, each attack more vicious than the last.

The two Pokémon clashed repeatedly—Tide's Water-type moves barely keeping Growlithe at bay. Zapper, weakened, could only offer light support, his Thunder Shocks too faint to make much of a difference. Dratini remained coiled around Jake's leg, eyes wide with terror.

Jake's heart pounded in his chest as he watched the battle. Tide and Zapper were giving it their all, but they couldn't overpower Growlithe. The fire-type was relentless, its savage nature pushing it forward with a ferocity Jake hadn't anticipated. Tide's defenses were starting to falter, and Zapper barely held on. Even with both of them, they weren't enough to drive Growlithe back.

Then, Growlithe's eyes locked onto Dratini.

The fire-type saw an easier target. With a snarl, it lunged at the timid Dragon-type, its fangs bared.

Without thinking, Jake threw his arm between them, shielding Dratini as Growlithe's Bite attack sank into his forearm.

The impact was immediate. Jake gasped as Growlithe's teeth dug deep into his flesh. A sickening crack echoed through the clearing, and Jake realized with horror that his arm was broken. Blood seeped from the wound, staining his sleeve. The pain was excruciating, but he refused to let Growlithe harm Dratini, who was trembling violently behind him.

"Stop!" Jake shouted, his voice strained but fierce. "You're not hurting them!"

Growlithe's eyes flickered with something—hesitation, confusion—but its jaws remained locked on Jake's arm. The fire-type growled low, uncertain of its next move. Jake stood his ground, despite the searing pain in his arm.

That was when Tide saw the blood.

The Marshtomp's calm demeanor shattered. His eyes darkened, his protective instincts taking over. With a roar, Tide slammed into Growlithe with a devastating Mud Shot, knocking the fire-type off Jake. Growlithe staggered, its black fur now matted with mud, but it wasn't done yet. It growled in frustration, ready to retaliate.

Tide wasn't backing down. He charged forward, meeting Growlithe head-on in a brutal exchange of blows.

Growlithe's flames and fangs lashed out wildly, but Tide's determination was unshakable. His Water Guns kept Growlithe from gaining the upper hand, though the battle was taking its toll on both Pokémon. Growlithe's ferocity was matched only by Tide's fierce desire to protect Jake.

Zapper, despite his weakened state, summoned the last of his strength and sent a small Thunder Shock toward Growlithe. The jolt wasn't powerful, but it was enough to disrupt Growlithe's movement. Tide seized the opportunity, landing a heavy Brick Break that sent Growlithe skidding backward.

Growlithe tried to rise again, but this time, Tide was ready. With a final, powerful strike, Tide knocked Growlithe to the ground. The fire-type panted heavily, its body trembling with exhaustion, but its eyes remained defiant.

Jake, clutching his broken and bleeding arm, took a deep breath. He stood tall, despite the pain.

"Done already?" Jake asked, his voice strained but strong, echoing around the clearing.

Growlithe growled low, its red eyes still locked on Jake. For a moment, Jake thought it might attack again. But then, slowly, Growlithe took a step back. Its snarl softened, the fire in its eyes dimming. It was still wild, still dangerous, but something had changed.

Jake exhaled as the tension eased. Growlithe retreated to the far side of the enclosure, its gaze lingering on him for a moment longer before turning away.

Tide remained on guard, watching Growlithe closely, while Zapper collapsed beside Jake, panting with exhaustion. Dratini peeked out from behind Jake, still trembling, but safe.

Jake knelt down, wincing as he clutched his broken arm. The pain was intense, but he managed a weak smile. "Thanks, buddy."

Tide grunted in acknowledgment, his body still tense, but the battle was over—for now.

Jake turned his attention to Growlithe, who was watching from a distance. This wasn't a victory. The fire-type hadn't submitted, and there was still a long way to go before it would trust him. But today, Jake had shown Growlithe that he wouldn't back down, no matter the cost.

As Jake walked out of the enclosure, the adrenaline began to wear off, leaving him lightheaded. His vision blurred momentarily, and he stumbled, catching himself on the gate.

"Whoa, easy there," Valerie's voice cut through the haze as she hurried over, her face tight with concern. She gently guided Jake to sit on a nearby bench, her hands already moving to examine his arm. "Let's get you patched up."

Jake gritted his teeth, trying to wave off her concern. "It's just a scratch," he muttered, though the pain in his arm told a different story.

"A scratch?" Valerie raised an eyebrow, unamused as she carefully peeled back the sleeve of his shirt. The bite wound was deep, and Jake's arm was swelling from the fracture. Blood had soaked through the fabric, and the broken bone was obvious even without a detailed examination. "This is far more than a scratch. Your arm is broken. Hold still."

Zapper, ears drooping, hopped onto the bench beside Jake, his expression filled with guilt as he looked up at his trainer. Seeing Jake injured, especially because of his own weakness during the battle, left the Pikachu visibly shaken. Zapper nudged Jake's good arm softly with his nose, his tiny sparks flickering in apology.

Tide stood a few feet away, his gaze never leaving the enclosure where Growlithe still paced back and forth, restless and alert. Dratini remained coiled around Jake's leg, whimpering quietly as it sensed its trainer's pain.

Valerie worked quickly, her hands steady as she cleaned the wound and began wrapping Jake's arm in a makeshift bandage to stop the bleeding until they could get him to the Pokémon Center for proper treatment. "You're lucky he didn't bite your arm off. It's going to need serious medical attention."

Jake winced but forced a grin. "I've had worse."

"Stop with the tough act," Valerie shot back, her tone sharp but her eyes softening as she tightened the bandage. "Hold still, will you?"

As Valerie continued to bandage his arm, Gary approached, his expression grim as he surveyed the scene. He took one look at the condition of Jake's arm and the worry in Valerie's eyes before shaking his head.

"Are you okay?" The concern in Gary's voice was visible on his face.

"Just peachy," came the sarcastic retort right away as Jake flinched from Valerie tightening the knot.

"This is getting out of hand, Jake," Gary said quietly, his voice low but carrying the weight of his concern. "That Growlithe is too dangerous. If it's this aggressive now, what happens if it gains more power later? We might need to consider putting it down. I'll talk with the police department tomorrow."

Jake's head snapped up at the suggestion, his face paling despite the pain in his arm. His heart raced, not from fear for himself, but at the thought of what Gary was saying. It reminded him too much of his own past—being labeled as trouble, someone others wanted to give up on.

"No. You're not putting it down."

Gary's eyes hardened, though the concern didn't leave his face. "Jake, look at yourself. You were just attacked, and it broke your arm. This Growlithe is unstable. We can't risk it hurting anyone else, or worse. We tried, but it seems that for this one, there is no path to redemption."

"It's not Growlithe's fault," Jake snapped, his voice hoarse and filled with emotion. He clenched his good fist, the memories of being a lost kid, angry at the world, flashing in his mind. "It's been through hell, and it's scared. I can get through to it. It just needs time. You can't give up on it."

His mind wandered back to his own journey—running away from the orphanage, stealing just to survive. People had looked at him the same way Gary was looking at Growlithe now: a lost cause, someone too dangerous to trust. And now, staring at Growlithe, Jake saw that same angry look. He couldn't let it be discarded the way he almost had been.

Gary sighed, his expression softening slightly. He crossed his arms, clearly torn. "I know you want to help, but this isn't just about you. We have to think about the safety of everyone here. That includes you."

"I won't let you put it down," Jake insisted, his jaw clenched in determination despite the pain. "I have to help that Growlithe, and I'm going to do it. It's scared, angry… and it has every reason to be. I can reach it—I know I can."

He wasn't just talking about Growlithe anymore; he was talking about himself, the scared kid who'd lashed out at the world. If Ash and Gary had given up on him, where would he be now?

Valerie, who had finished wrapping his arm, glanced up from her work. Her hands stilled for a moment as she met Gary's eyes. There was a flicker of understanding between them, a silent acknowledgment of Jake's decision. She stood, wiping her hands on her apron before speaking.

"You're stubborn, Jake," Valerie said softly, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. "But that's one of the reasons I believe you can do it. If anyone can get through to that Growlithe, it's you."

Jake offered her a weak smile in return, though his vision blurred slightly from the pain and lightheadedness. "Thanks."

Gary remained silent for a moment, watching Jake closely, as if weighing the consequences of letting this continue. Finally, he let out a long, tired sigh and ran a hand through his hair.

"Fine," Gary said, his voice resigned but firm. "But I'm keeping a close eye on this. If there's one more incident like this, we'll have to reconsider. No more reckless moves, Jake. You can't help anyone if you're seriously hurt—or worse."

Jake nodded, his resolve unwavering. "There won't be another incident. I'll make sure of it."

Gary's gaze lingered on Jake, concern still etched in his features. "Alright. But be careful. Not every Pokémon can be saved."

Jake's gaze hardened in response. "I'm not trying to save every Pokémon. Just this one."

As Valerie helped Jake stand, supporting him as the dizziness from the pain and blood loss made his legs unsteady, he cast one last glance back at the enclosure. Growlithe was watching him from the shadows, its red eyes still filled with defiance but tempered with something else—an acknowledgment of Jake's refusal to back down. Jake recognized that look. He'd worn it himself once, when he thought the world was out to get him. It wasn't much, but it was a start.

"We'll try again tomorrow," Jake muttered to himself, his voice barely above a whisper. He knew this was only the beginning of a long, difficult path, but he wasn't going to give up on Growlithe. Not today, not ever.

With Valerie by his side and his Pokémon following close behind, Jake left the clearing. The promise outweighed the pain in his arm.

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The tapping on the door persisted, cutting through Jake's sleep. His groan echoed under the pillow as he wished Ash would just give up. It was far too early for this nonsense.

"Wakey, wakey, Jay!" Ash called from the other side of the door, far too cheerful for this hour.

Jake clenched his eyes tighter, groaning louder in protest. Today was his one day off—a day to sleep in, recover from the non-stop studying, grueling training sessions, and endless lab work. It was his sacred weekend, and Ash was mercilessly stomping all over it.

The knocking didn't let up.

"What?" Jake finally muttered, his voice muffled by the pillow.

"We've got places to be," Ash replied in that infuriatingly chipper tone.

Jake rolled over, ignoring him. "Not interested."

"I've got a surprise for you," Ash teased, his tone sing-song.

Jake's ears perked up, but he buried his face deeper into the pillow. "Do it later."

"No can do, Jay. You'll miss the match."

That got Jake's attention, though he kept himself firmly planted beneath the covers. He could already imagine Ash's smug grin on the other side of the door.

"What match?" Jake asked, trying to sound as disinterested as possible.

"Oh, now you care." Ash's amusement grated on Jake's nerves, but he refused to bite.

The door creaked open, and something soft landed on Jake's head. Peeking out from beneath the pillow, Jake saw the familiar red-and-white colors of a Pallet Town Redwings jersey draped over his face. His heart leapt into his throat, and he sat up, clutching the jersey. He tried to hide his growing excitement, but his grip on the fabric tightened.

"Pallet Town Redwings versus Pewter Titans," Ash said, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk. "We're leaving in twenty."

Jake tossed the jersey aside with exaggerated disinterest, but his voice betrayed him. "A second league match? You dragged me out of bed for that?"

"Yeah, just a second league match," Ash replied, not fooled. "Get your ass in gear, or we'll be late."

Despite his best efforts to stay calm, Jake's pulse quickened. It wasn't just any match—it was the season opener, and he wasn't about to miss it.

Jake moved quickly, pulling on the Redwings jersey and grabbing a pair of jeans. As he dressed, the dull throb in his left arm reminded him of the encounter with Growlithe a few days ago. The bite had been nasty, and his arm was still bandaged from the injury. He flexed it gingerly, wincing as he pushed through the pain. No way was he going to let it stop him today.

Downstairs, Ash was waiting by the door, arms crossed and that same smug grin on his face. "Took you long enough."

Jake rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

As they walked through Pallet Town, the atmosphere was electric. Fans, dressed in the Redwings' red and white, crowded the streets, waving flags and chanting team slogans. Vendors had set up stalls along the sidewalks, selling everything from scarves and hats to foam fingers and face paint. Kids ran around, excitedly talking about their favorite players, while parents trailed behind, juggling snacks and merchandise.

The quiet town of Pallet had transformed into something vibrant, and despite himself, Jake couldn't help but get swept up in it.

"Feels different, huh?" Ash said, glancing at Jake with a knowing smile.

Jake shrugged, trying to stay casual. "Yeah, guess so."

But the truth was, it felt completely different. Pallet Town, usually so quiet and unassuming, was alive with energy today. Jake had only ever experienced this kind of excitement on TV, watching Premier League matches from the orphanage. Now, being in the middle of it, he could feel the pulse of the crowd, the excitement hanging thick in the air.

They reached the stadium, which, while smaller than the ones in the bigger cities like Saffron or Celadon, felt larger than life today. The entrance was packed with fans, most of them wearing Redwings colors. A smattering of Pewter Titans fans, dressed in black and gray, chanted in small groups. Despite their numbers, they seemed confident.

Ash flashed their VIP passes, and they were ushered through the gate without the usual wait. Jake followed, trying to keep his cool. The stadium was buzzing with life, the air filled with the hum of anticipation. He hadn't expected to be sitting in the VIP section, and he definitely wasn't going to let Ash see how impressed he was.

The seats were perfect—plush and comfortable, with a clear view of the battlefield. Jake sat down, scanning the field, trying not to let his excitement show. Ash plopped down beside him, clearly enjoying himself.

A program landed in Jake's lap. He flipped it open, eyes scanning the lineups. He knew a few names from the locals' conversations—Travis, Reed, Mira—all veterans who had been with the Redwings for years. But one name stood out: Tristan, the rookie. Fresh from the academy and drafted, this was his first real match. Jake's heart ached with a familiar pang of envy. He had watched trainers like Tristan rise through the ranks while he'd been stuck watching from the sidelines. Tristan was out there now, living the dream.

Before Jake could dwell on it, a voice called from behind them. "You boys ready for a show?"

Jake turned and nearly froze. Standing a few rows back was Vince—the Vince, the former Saffron Psyshockers legend. He had been Jake's idol for as long as he could remember, commanding some of the most powerful Pokémon in the Premier League. And now, here he was, just casually hanging out in the VIP section.

Jake's heart raced, but he kept his face neutral, turning back to the field quickly before anyone could notice his reaction. He could feel the sweat forming on his palms. This was unreal.

Ash grinned, clearly enjoying Jake's discomfort. "Vince! Didn't expect to see you here."

Vince chuckled, leaning back in his seat. "Figured I'd let the rookies have their moment. It's their show today."

Jake swallowed, trying to keep his cool. Sitting here, next to Vince, in the middle of all this? It was too much.

Ash glanced at Jake, a teasing grin tugging at his lips. "You're starstruck. I don't get that treatment."

Jake's quick retort came with a smirk. "That's because you're just a washed-up has-been."

Ash laughed, shaking his head. "Keep dreaming, kid."

Vince smiled at their banter, nodding toward Ash. "Don't let him fool you. Ash could still take down most trainers in the league if he wanted to."

Ash shrugged, clearly unfazed by the compliment, but Jake's respect for him only grew in that moment.

Before they could say more, the announcer's voice boomed through the stadium, cutting through the buzz of the crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the season opener between the Pallet Town Redwings and the Pewter Titans!"

The stadium erupted in cheers, and Jake felt the energy surge through him. His heart raced as he glanced at the field. This was it—the match was about to begin.

The referee approached the center, holding up a coin for the toss. The tension in the air was palpable as the coin flipped in the sunlight before landing in the referee's hand.

"The match will be a Battle Royale!" the announcer declared.

The crowd went wild, and Jake's pulse quickened. A Battle Royale meant no rules—just chaos. It was a six-on-six, all-out brawl, where the last team standing won. There were no set matchups, no time to plan ahead—just instinct, strategy, and pure skill.

The stadium roared with excitement as the Pallet Town Redwings and Pewter Titans squared off. Six trainers on each side released their Pokémon simultaneously, flooding the battlefield with energy. On the Redwings' side, Jolteon, Gyarados, Flygon, Ninetales, Machoke, and Magneton stood poised for action, their muscles tensed and their eyes locked on their opponents. Across the battlefield, the Titans unleashed their team of Rhydon, Aerodactyl, Blastoise, Golem, Hitmonchan, and Gengar.

The referee raised the flag and blew the whistle, signaling the start of the chaotic brawl.

Jake sat between Ash and Vince in the VIP section, leaning forward as the battle kicked off. His eyes darted across the battlefield, absorbing every movement. The sound of the crowd cheering around him seemed muffled compared to the intensity of what was unfolding below.

Ash remained calm, arms crossed as his gaze flicked between the different matchups. Vince, ever the seasoned veteran, watched with a discerning eye, analyzing each decision.

Almost instantly, Rhydon charged forward, its massive horn glowing as it unleashed an Earthquake. The ground cracked and buckled beneath it, sending shockwaves through the battlefield. Jolteon darted to the side, narrowly avoiding the tremors, while Flygon soared upward to escape the shaking ground.

"They're wasting no time," Vince murmured, his eyes following Rhydon's powerful assault.

Jake nodded, watching as Jolteon maneuvered swiftly, keeping just out of reach. "They're pushing Jolteon early," he muttered under his breath. "Rhydon's got to be the main target."

Ash smirked slightly, his attention shifting to Gengar, which had stayed back, hovering near the shadows. "Gengar's hanging back. It'll wait for the chaos."

The match shifted as Flygon summoned a Sandstorm, the whipping winds reducing visibility and creating a dust-filled battlefield. Aerodactyl and Blastoise used the storm's cover to reposition, while Jolteon fired a quick Thunderbolt, aimed directly at Aerodactyl. The Rock/Flying-type dodged swiftly, retaliating with a Hyper Beam that sliced through the storm, narrowly missing Jolteon.

"Look at that control," Vince commented, impressed. "Aerodactyl's speed is keeping Jolteon in check."

Jake's eyes tracked the battle between Gyarados and Blastoise. Both titans locked into a clash of strength, each struggling for dominance. Gyarados, having powered up with multiple Dragon Dances, lashed out with a ferocious Hydro Pump. But Blastoise, tough as ever, absorbed the hit with its thick shell, retaliating with an Ice Beam that cut through the battlefield, freezing parts of the ground beneath Gyarados.

"Blastoise's defense is holding up," Ash observed quietly, "but Gyarados will wear it down if they don't find an opening."

Jake clenched his fists, his mind whirling. Gengar was still lurking, watching and waiting. "They're holding back," he muttered, barely audible. "Letting the others take the heat."

"Exactly," Ash replied, his voice calm but firm. "It's about patience. Gengar will strike when it sees the moment."

Flygon, high above, launched a Dragon Pulse at Aerodactyl as the two aerial fighters clashed. The shimmering energy blast hit Aerodactyl mid-dive, sending it spiraling toward the ground. The crowd erupted in cheers as Aerodactyl slammed into the battlefield, struggling to get back on its feet.

"Aerodactyl is down!" the announcer boomed across the stadium. "Flygon's aerial dominance is proving to be crucial for the Redwings!"

Jake's gaze shifted briefly to Tristan, the rookie trainer controlling Jolteon. His Pokémon was still darting in and out of the chaos, avoiding major hits but also failing to land any decisive blows. "He's playing it safe," Jake whispered to himself. "Too much defense."

"Yeah," Ash said, picking up on Jake's thoughts. "He needs to step up, or they'll lose momentum."

Down below, Machoke squared off with Hitmonchan, the two Fighting-types trading brutal punches. Hitmonchan's fists glowed with electricity as it delivered a Thunder Punch, but Machoke countered with a powerful Dynamic Punch, sending Hitmonchan reeling.

"That's raw power," Vince remarked. "Hitmonchan's quick, but Machoke's strength could turn the tide in close combat."

"Machoke's got the upper hand," Jake said, analyzing the fight. "If it keeps forcing Hitmonchan to fight close, speed won't matter."

Suddenly, Golem unleashed a massive Rollout, building momentum as it barreled toward Magneton. The Electric/Steel-type hovered just above the ground, using Magnet Rise to avoid Earthquake damage, but Golem's Rollout hit with incredible force. Magneton was sent crashing backward, sparks flying as it struggled to regain its composure.

"Magneton's struggling," Ash noted. "It can't keep dodging forever."

Meanwhile, Ninetales, capitalizing on the Drought it had summoned earlier, fired a blinding Solar Beam at Blastoise. The beam charged almost instantly under the harsh sunlight and slammed into Blastoise's shell, knocking the water-type off balance. But Blastoise, ever the tank, stood firm, retaliating with an Ice Beam aimed directly at Ninetales. The icy blast struck hard, freezing the ground around Ninetales and causing it to falter.

"Ninetales can't take many more of those hits," Vince said, his eyes narrowing. "Blastoise is biding its time, wearing them down."

Jake's focus sharpened. Blastoise wasn't moving much, but it was covering for the others. He bit his lip. "They need to split Blastoise's attention… force it to move," he said, almost too quietly.

Ash raised an eyebrow, glancing at Jake but didn't respond. He could see the wheels turning in Jake's mind.

Suddenly, Gengar struck, launching a Shadow Ball from the shadows at Flygon, catching the Dragon-type off guard as it circled high in the sky. Flygon took the hit hard, wobbling in the air before plummeting to the ground.

"Flygon is down!" the announcer shouted. The Redwings were now at a disadvantage, with only four Pokémon left standing.

Jake leaned forward, his jaw clenched. "They need to do something, fast."

Vince crossed his arms. "Blastoise and Gengar have them pinned. It's all about timing now."

But Jolteon, still in the fight, wasn't finished yet. It darted forward, moving with blinding speed, aiming directly for Golem. In a flash of light, Jolteon launched a Thunderbolt, knowing it wouldn't be effective but hoping to at least cause a distraction. Golem, however, tanked the hit and retaliated with a devastating Stone Edge, sharp rocks slashing through the air and striking Jolteon hard. The Electric-type crumpled to the ground, unable to continue.

"Jolteon is down!" the announcer called, and the crowd buzzed with excitement.

Jake's heart pounded. The Redwings were now down two Pokémon, with only Gyarados, Ninetales, Machoke, and Magneton still standing.

Ash, calm as ever, said quietly, "They're not out yet. Gyarados can still turn this around."

Machoke, bruised but standing, continued its brutal fight with Hitmonchan. Hitmonchan, quick as ever, delivered a fierce Fire Punch, the flames boosted by Drought. Machoke staggered back, but with a roar, it grabbed Hitmonchan by the arm, lifting it into the air and slamming it down with a Seismic Toss. The ground shook from the impact, and Hitmonchan didn't get back up.

"Hitmonchan is down!" the announcer roared, and the crowd erupted into cheers.

Jake's pulse quickened. "That's one more down."

But Machoke was immediately under threat. Gengar, lurking in the shadows, fired a second Shadow Ball at the weakened Machoke, the ghostly energy striking true. Machoke had no time to react as the attack landed directly, sending it crashing to the ground.

"Machoke is down!" the announcer boomed, excitement in the crowd swelling as the battle reached a critical juncture.

Jake gritted his teeth, eyes locked on the field. The Redwings were down three Pokémon, leaving Gyarados, Ninetales, and Magneton against a still-powerful Gengar, Blastoise, and Golem. It felt like the Titans had all the momentum.

"Ninetales is their key now," Ash said, his voice low. "That Drought is making sure Blastoise can't use its full strength. As long as the sun holds, there's still a chance."

Jake nodded, barely hearing him. His mind was racing through the possibilities.

"But Golem and Gengar are still free. They've got the field locked down. They need to make Blastoise move. Draw Golem out of cover." He spoke more to himself, his eyes focused on the battlefield.

Ash's gaze flicked to Jake for a moment, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He didn't say anything, but it was clear that Jake's thinking was on point. The battle wasn't just about brute force; it was about positioning and strategy now.

Gyarados, battered but still full of power, let out a roar and launched forward, fangs bared for a devastating Crunch. Blastoise, ready for the attack, fired another Ice Beam, aiming to freeze Gyarados in place. But the water serpent, thanks to its earlier Dragon Dance, was too quick. It weaved around the Ice Beam and latched onto Blastoise's shell with a powerful bite.

The stadium gasped as Blastoise struggled under the weight of Gyarados's attack, trying to shake it off. But Gyarados held firm, applying pressure as its jaws clamped tighter.

"This could be it for Blastoise," Vince commented, watching the struggle. "If Gyarados lands one more hit, Blastoise will go down."

But before Gyarados could deliver the final blow, Gengar appeared from the shadows, launching a well-timed Hypnosis. The attack caught Gyarados off guard, and the massive serpent's eyes drooped as it fell into a deep sleep, its body slumping against the battlefield.

"Gyarados is asleep!" the announcer shouted. "This could be the break the Titans need!"

Jake's heart sank. "They've got to wake Gyarados up, or it's over."

Ash's gaze remained steady. "It'll wake up. Just need the right moment."

Down on the field, Ninetales wasn't standing idle. Taking advantage of the blazing sunlight, it fired another Solar Beam, this time aimed at Golem. The beam of intense energy slammed into the Rock-type, causing cracks to spread across Golem's rocky exterior. Golem staggered but didn't fall, gritting through the pain.

"They're playing it smart with Ninetales," Vince observed. "Keep chipping away at the big threats. Golem can't take too many of those hits."

Just as Vince finished speaking, Magneton re-engaged with Golem, using its superior agility to stay out of range. It fired a quick Flash Cannon, the steel energy slamming into Golem once again, widening the cracks in its rocky hide.

"Golem's on the ropes," Jake murmured, his eyes narrowing. "But Gengar is still a problem."

Suddenly, Golem, refusing to go down easily, launched itself forward with another Rollout, aiming directly for Magneton. But Magneton, expecting the move, hovered just out of reach with Magnet Rise once again. Golem crashed into the battlefield, leaving itself vulnerable.

This was the moment. Magneton seized the opportunity, firing a final Flash Cannon at Golem. The energy attack hit hard, and Golem finally collapsed under the pressure.

"Golem is down!" the announcer roared as the crowd erupted into deafening cheers.

The match was now even. Three Pokémon left on each side: Gyarados, Ninetales, and Magneton for the Redwings, versus Blastoise, Gengar, and now the true wild card, Rhydon, for the Titans.

But before the Redwings could capitalize, Gengar made its move again, this time targeting the sleeping Gyarados. A swirling Shadow Ball launched directly at the vulnerable serpent. But just as the attack was about to connect, Magneton zoomed in, intercepting the Shadow Ball with a Thunderbolt, sending electric sparks flying as the two attacks clashed mid-air.

"Magneton just saved Gyarados!" the announcer yelled, the intensity of the match reaching new heights.

Jake's heart pounded in his chest. This was the moment that could swing the battle.

"I told you," Ash said, a hint of pride in his voice. "Gyarados isn't out yet."

At that moment, Gyarados stirred, waking from its sleep. Its eyes snapped open, and with a powerful surge of energy, it launched into the air, its body glowing with the residual power from its earlier Dragon Dance.

"The sleeping dragon has awoken!" the announcer shouted, and the crowd roared louder than ever.

Blastoise, battered but standing, braced itself as Gyarados came crashing down with a powerful Waterfall, the water-type attack smashing into Blastoise's shell. The impact sent Blastoise skidding backward, unable to maintain its balance. Before it could recover, Gyarados launched a Crunch, its fangs sinking into Blastoise's shell once more.

"Blastoise is down!" the announcer boomed, and the Redwings surged forward, sensing victory.

But Gengar, still elusive, wasn't going down easily. It darted through the shadows, now focusing on Magneton, the Electric/Steel-type that had thwarted its last attack. Gengar fired off another Shadow Ball, this time hitting Magneton directly. The Electric-type shook violently from the impact before collapsing.

"Magneton is down!" The Titans weren't out of this yet.

Jake's gaze locked on Ninetales. With Blastoise out of the picture, the battle was down to Gyarados and Ninetales against Gengar and Rhydon.

"Ninetales has to take down Gengar," Jake said softly, his mind working quickly. "If Gyarados focuses on Rhydon, they can finish it."

Ash nodded but remained silent, letting Jake's thoughts unfold naturally.

Ninetales, understanding its role, fired another Will-O-Wisp, blue flames snaking across the field and catching Gengar in its path. The ghost-type flinched as the burn took hold, weakening it over time.

But Rhydon, the powerhouse of the Titans, charged forward, its horn glowing as it prepared to unleash a devastating Megahorn aimed directly at Gyarados. Gyarados, tired but still powerful, dodged to the side at the last moment, retaliating with a Hydro Pump. The water-type attack hit Rhydon squarely, sending it stumbling back.

Jake clenched his fists. "That Hydro Pump should do it."

The battlefield was a chaotic mess of attacks, dust, and energy, but in the final moments, it was clear. Gengar, weakened from the burn, couldn't keep up with Ninetales' relentless assault. A final Solar Beam struck the ghost-type, sending it crashing into the ground, unable to continue.

"Gengar is down!"

Now, only Rhydon remained. But Gyarados, sensing the end, launched one last Waterfall, the powerful torrent of water engulfing Rhydon and knocking it off its feet. With a heavy crash, Rhydon fell, defeated.

"And that's it! The Pallet Town Redwings have secured the victory!" the announcer's voice echoed through the stadium as the crowd exploded into cheers, celebrating the Redwings' hard-fought win.

The adrenaline from the battle still coursed through Jake's veins as he leaned back in his seat, breathing heavily. The energy in the stadium was palpable, almost overwhelming, but Jake found himself more focused on the synergy he'd just witnessed from the Redwings.

The buzz of excited fans filled the air, conversations humming around them as people lingered, unwilling to leave after such a thrilling match. The scent of stadium food mingled with the sharp, cool air, but Jake barely noticed, lost in thought. His mind kept replaying the key moments of the battle—the seamless teamwork, the smart plays, and that clutch save by Jolteon.

"You're chewing over something," Ash's familiar voice cut through his thoughts, pulling him back to the present. Jake glanced sideways to see Ash watching him, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

Jake chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, I guess. There's just… a lot to process."

Ash didn't push, simply nodded and sat beside him, eyes still on the now quiet battlefield. "It hits different when you're right here. You can feel every move. They weren't just reacting—they were connected, thinking together."

Jake nodded slowly, the weight of those words sinking in. "Yeah… it wasn't just about having the strongest Pokémon. It was like—everything flowed. Even that Jolteon save wasn't luck."

Ash's smirk widened, though his eyes stayed serious. "It's about knowing your strengths and your team's. Sometimes, you've got to push ahead, and other times, you have to let someone else cover for you."

Jake was quiet for a moment, the realization dawning on him. He'd been focused on the flashiest moments, the big moves, but the subtle coordination was what really set the Redwings apart. Jolteon covering Flygon, Gyarados handling Blastoise's pressure—it was all part of a bigger strategy.

"It's not just about landing a hit," Jake murmured. "It's… using each other's strengths, covering the weaknesses."

Ash glanced at him, the corners of his mouth lifting in quiet approval. "Battles aren't just about hitting hard. It's about balancing out each other's strengths, filling in the gaps where you're vulnerable."

Jake looked back at the battlefield, something clicking into place in his mind.

"So, it's about knowing when to go all out, and when to hang back, let the others take the lead…"

Ash tapped his shoulder lightly. "Now you're getting it."

For a few moments, they just sat there, letting the energy of the match settle. The crowd was starting to thin out, but the echoes of cheers still lingered in the cool evening air. The match had been intense, but more than anything, Jake could feel how the lessons he'd seen were reshaping his understanding of battle.

"You know," Ash said after a while, his voice more casual, "I noticed you watching Tristan."

Jake frowned slightly. "He did alright. New guy, but… he held his own."

Ash's eyes flicked to him, amused but sincere. "He's got potential—just like you."

Jake blinked, caught off guard by the comment. "Me?"

Ash shrugged, though his tone was steady. "Yeah, you. You haven't been at this long, but you're picking up on things. Things that most trainers wouldn't catch this early. You saw how they worked together, how the smaller moves made the big difference. Not everyone gets that."

For a moment, Jake didn't know what to say. He wasn't used to Ash being this direct, and the compliment felt heavier than he expected. Still, there was truth in it. Watching the Redwings had opened his eyes to something new, a deeper understanding of what battling really meant.

"I still have a long way to go," Jake said quietly, though there was a hint of determination in his voice. "But… I think I'm starting to get it."

Ash stood up, giving him a firm pat on the back. "You will. You've got it in you, Jake. Just keep trusting yourself—and your team."

As they made their way toward the exit, Vince approached from behind, catching Ash's eye. Jake was still deep in thought, replaying the match in his mind, too distracted to notice. Vince leaned in closer to Ash, his voice low.

"The kid's sharp," Vince said quietly. "Saw things today that most trainers would've missed."

Ash glanced at Jake, a small smile tugging at the edges of his mouth. "Yeah, he's got what it takes."

Vince nodded, his eyes following Jake for a moment. "He'll be ready soon enough."

Ash didn't say anything, just smiled as he watched Jake walk ahead. There was no rush. Jake would get there in his own time. And when that time came, Ash knew Jake would be more than ready to stand on the battlefield—just like the Redwings today.

As Jake and Ash exited the stadium, the buzz of the Pallet Town Redwings' victory still hummed in the air. Fans streamed out in droves, chanting the Redwings' anthem, red-and-white jerseys gleaming under the stadium lights. Jake adjusted his own jersey, feeling the energy around him. Yet, beyond the excitement of the match, there was something deeper driving him—a hunger for something more.

Ash walked beside him, a laid-back grin on his face. "Redwings pulled off a good win today."

Jake shrugged, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Second league win's nice and all, but they're miles from the Premier League."

Ash chuckled. "I didn't hear you complaining when they got that final knockout."

Before Jake could respond, a familiar voice called out from behind.

"Not bad, right? Redwings are looking strong this season."

Jake turned to see Kyler, one of Pallet Town's most passionate Redwings supporters. His Redwings jersey was a bit faded, a sign of his long-standing loyalty to the team.

"They played well," Jake admitted, his tone guarded. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves. Second league is one thing. The Premier League's a whole different level."

Kyler's grin faded slightly, and he crossed his arms. "You're underestimating them, Jake. The Redwings have the heart. When they get promoted, they'll go toe-to-toe with anyone."

Jake raised an eyebrow, his smirk returning. "Heart's great and all, but take the Psyshockers, for example. They don't just win—they dismantle teams. Fast, precise, and relentless. The Redwings aren't ready for that."

Kyler stepped closer, his tone sharpening. "The Psyshockers are just a bunch of overhyped rich kids. They've been cruising on reputation for years. The Redwings have real grit, and when they make it to the top, they'll show the league what real battles look like."

Jake's smile widened, but his eyes held a competitive gleam. "Grit doesn't beat strategy, Kyler. You saw today's match. The Redwings struggled to keep control. The Psyshockers? They don't just control matches—they dominate them. The Redwings have a long way to go."

Kyler's expression tightened, and he squared his shoulders. "You've got no faith. I saw the same match, and I saw a team ready to fight for promotion. The Psyshockers are old news, and when the Redwings get their shot, they'll take them down."

Jake shook his head, his voice calm but firm. "You're dreaming if you think they'll breeze past the Psyshockers. The Redwings still need to figure out how to survive the Premier League. The Psyshockers have been at the top for a reason."

Before the exchange could escalate further, Ash stepped in, grinning. "Sounds like you two should settle this on the battlefield, not here in the parking lot."

Jake chuckled, shrugging. "Maybe we will. Once the Redwings actually make it to the Premier League, that is."

Kyler's smirk returned, his competitive fire still burning. "I hope that you would be by some miracle on the Saffron team. Wouldn't want you missing out on seeing the Redwings wipe the floor with your precious team."

Jake shot back with a playful grin, "I'll be there. Trust me. And when I am, you'll see what real dominance looks like."

The tension lingered, but there was no real malice. Both Jake and Kyler respected each other's drive, their rivalry pushing them forward. As they walked, Jake felt the familiar fire in his chest burn brighter. There was a lot to prove—and even more to accomplish.