Big Wave Beach, Alola

The sun beamed brightly over Big Wave Beach, its golden rays reflecting off the sparkling ocean waves. Tourists and locals alike swarmed the sandy shores, some battling with their Pokémon in the designated arena, while others simply lounged under umbrellas or built elaborate sandcastles. Amid the lively crowd, Davey, Ashley, and Rex walked along the boardwalk, their Pokémon trailing behind them.

Ashley stretched her arms out wide, inhaling the salty air. "This is perfect! A whole day at the beach! We should totally relax for a bit."

Davey shot her a disapproving look, adjusting the straps of his bag. "We're here to track down Bruxish. It's the next Knight Pokémon. We don't have time to mess around."

Ashley pouted, brushing a strand of her auburn hair out of her face. "You're always so serious, Davey. We can search and have a little fun, can't we?"

Before Davey could respond, Rex grinned and stepped between them, his Sneasel perched confidently on his shoulder. "C'mon, Davey. Letting off some steam won't disrupt the mission. Besides, Bruxish isn't going anywhere."

Eevee, perched on Davey's other shoulder, nuzzled his cheek, as if to agree with Rex. Davey sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Fine. But only for a little while. And we're keeping an eye out for anything suspicious."

Ashley cheered, already pulling out a towel and laying it on the sand. "Perfect! Everyone out!" She tossed her Pokéballs into the air, releasing Zorua and Deerling, who bounded playfully onto the beach.

Rex set Sneasel down, the Pokémon immediately darting over to the water's edge, slashing at the waves. "Alright, Sneasel, show 'em how it's done!"

With a resigned shrug, Davey let his Pokémon out one by one. Gligar took to the skies, swooping and looping with ease, while Yanma buzzed around excitedly. Lotad waddled toward the tide, clearly delighted to be near water, and Mareep flopped into the sand, basking in the sun.

Ashley's Prinplup, already out of its Pokéball, waddled smugly toward the ocean, striking a pose as if it owned the beach. Eevee hopped down from Davey's shoulder and bolted after Sneasel, the two forming an impromptu race along the shoreline.

Before long, the group's laughter and the Pokémon's antics blended seamlessly with the ambiance of the beach. Even Davey found himself cracking a rare smile as Lotad gleefully floated in the shallow waves. Still, his eyes frequently scanned the horizon, ever alert for any sign of the elusive Bruxish.

Unbeknownst to them, just beneath the sparkling waves, a pair of sharp, glowing teeth glinted in the water, watching them from afar.

Chapter 32

Chapter 14 of The Mysteries of Eevee Arc

A Hurricane in Alola! Bruxish, The Splash Plate and Rex!

The group settled on a large beach towel under the shade of a colorful umbrella Ashley had rented. Pokémon and trainers alike seemed to enjoy the reprieve from their usual hectic routines. Ashley leaned back against her backpack, her Zorua curled up beside her, while Prinplup strutted proudly along the water's edge.

"This is exactly what I needed," Ashley said, stretching her legs out in the sand. "We've been so busy lately, I almost forgot what it feels like to just… relax."

Rex chuckled, tossing a Poké Puff to Sneasel, who caught it with a smirk. "Right? Feels like it's been forever since we've had a break from all the school stuff. If I have to look at another essay on Pokémon habitats, I'm gonna lose it."

Davey, sitting cross-legged with Eevee napping in his lap, gave a small nod. "I guess it's nice to be out here for a bit. But don't forget why we're here. The next Knight Pokémon isn't going to just show up because we're lounging around."

Ashley rolled her eyes, tossing a shell toward the ocean. "Come on, Davey. Just for a few hours, let's pretend we're normal teenagers on a beach day, not on some epic quest."

"Besides," Rex added with a grin, "we'll spot Bruxish way faster if we're not all stressed out."

Mareep, who had been contentedly dozing in the sun, suddenly perked up, its wool crackling slightly. At the same time, Gligar swooped low over the group, screeching.

"What's up with them?" Rex asked, shading his eyes as he looked out toward the water.

A commotion had broken out in the shallows. A young woman, who had been swimming not far from the shore, let out a blood-curdling scream. She thrashed wildly, clutching at her leg as the water around her turned red.

"Something bit me!" she shrieked, trying to swim back to shore as onlookers scrambled out of the water.

Davey shot to his feet, Eevee leaping down beside him. "That's not good."

Ashley paled, already returning Zorua and Deerling to their Pokéballs. "Do you think it's—"

"Bruxish," Rex finished grimly, his Sneasel bristling at his side.

The three of them exchanged a tense look before Davey nodded. "Looks like our day off is over. Let's go!" With that, the trio and their Pokémon rushed toward the scene, the excitement of the beach day giving way to the urgency of their mission.

The water churns violently as the woman swims ashore, leaving a trail of blood in her wake. Screams ripple through the crowd on Big Wave Beach, and people scatter, retreating to the safety of the sand. Just as Davey, Ashley, and Rex reach the waterline, a shimmering, multicolored shape bursts from the waves.

It's a Bruxish, its jagged teeth gleaming and its body radiating a strange golden glow. The aura shimmers like the light of Arceus itself, casting an eerie radiance over the chaotic scene.

"That's it!" Davey shouts, pointing at the Pokémon. "The Knight Pokémon! Look at its aura!"

Before anyone can move, Bruxish's unblinking eyes lock onto Rex. Its pupils narrow, and with a screech, it lunges at him, teeth bared.

"Rex, watch out!" Ashley yells, but it's too late. Bruxish's Bite sinks into Rex's arm, and he cries out in pain.

"Sneasel, get it off me!" Rex yells, clutching his arm.

Sneasel darts forward without hesitation, claws glinting in the sunlight. "Use Fury Swipes!" Rex commands, his voice strained.

Sneasel slashes at Bruxish with lightning speed, its claws landing several hits on the glowing Pokémon. Bruxish screeches and recoils, but its eyes glow a deep pink as it retaliates with Psychic.

Before Rex can react, a burst of energy slams into him, lifting him off his feet and flinging him into the ocean.

"Rex!" Ashley screams, panic flashing across her face.

Davey steps closer to the shoreline, scanning the waves. "Where is he? Does anyone see him?!"

Ashley's voice shakes. "He can't swim!"

For a moment, everything freezes—the crashing waves, the crowd's panicked murmurs, and the glowing Pokémon watching from the water. Then, out of nowhere, a figure on a sleek blue surfboard cuts through the chaos.

"Hang on!" the surfer yells, his voice sharp and steady. A tanned, muscular young man with sun-bleached hair steers his board expertly toward the spot where Rex vanished. Gliding alongside him is a Mantine, its movements graceful and swift.

The surfer dives into the water without hesitation, disappearing for a moment before resurfacing with Rex. Rex sputters and coughs, clutching the surfer as Mantine glides up beneath them.

"Gotcha, dude," the surfer says, pulling Rex onto Mantine's back.

The Mantine carries them to shore, where the surfer helps Rex to his feet. "Name's Brody," he says with an easy grin. "You, uh, might wanna stay outta the deep end if you can't swim."

Rex coughs again, dripping wet but managing a weak laugh. "Yeah… noted. Thanks for the save."

Before anyone can say more, the Bruxish lets out another shriek. It thrashes violently before retreating, disappearing into the waves. Its golden aura fades beneath the water, leaving only the faint shimmer of light where it vanished.

Davey's eyes dart to Rex, and he freezes. "Uh… Rex? You're glowing."

Rex blinks in confusion. "What?" He looks down at himself, his body now radiating a faint, pulsing golden light.

Ashley gasps and points. "It's not just him. Look at Eevee!"

Eevee, standing at Davey's side, is glowing with the same golden aura. Its fur sparkles, and its eyes shine with a mysterious light.

"What the heck is going on?" Ashley mutters, crossing her arms. "Is Rex secretly a chosen one or something? Because if he is, I'm gonna be annoyed."

Davey frowns, watching as the light around Rex and Eevee pulses in sync. "This has to be connected to Bruxish. That aura—it's the same one we saw around it. Something's happening."

Ashley groans, throwing up her hands. "Oh, great. Another big mystery. And here I thought we'd just have a nice day at the beach."

Rex flexes his fingers as the glow begins to fade. "I… I don't know what this is, but that Bruxish definitely recognized me. The second it saw me, it attacked."

"Yeah," Ashley quips, smirking. "And it didn't look happy. You must have one of those faces."

Rex glares at her, but before he can respond, Davey steps between them. "Enough. Whatever this is, it's not random. That Bruxish is the next Knight Pokémon, and it's tied to you, Rex."

Ashley rolls her eyes. "Great. Another 'chosen one' moment. Why is it never me?"

Brody, who's been silently observing, raises an eyebrow. "Knight Pokémon? Chosen one? Man, you guys are way more interesting than the usual tourists. What's the deal?"

Davey gives him a tight smile. "It's complicated."

Brody shrugs, patting Mantine. "Well, if you need backup, let me know. That Bruxish looked like serious trouble."

Rex nods, still catching his breath but offering a faint smile. "Thanks again, Brody. I mean it."

"No sweat," Brody says with a grin. "Just try not to drown next time, alright?"

As the group regroups on the sand, the glow around Rex and Eevee fades completely. But Davey can't shake the feeling that whatever just happened is only the beginning.

The group gathers near the shade of the rental umbrella, the sound of waves crashing behind them. Brody takes a seat on the sand, leaning back on his elbows while Mantine rests lazily by his side. Rex sits cross-legged, still dripping wet and clearly shaken. Ashley, arms crossed, watches him with a smirk.

"So, what's the deal with that Bruxish?" Davey asks, his tone sharp and analytical. "It's clearly not a normal one. The aura, the aggression—it's unlike anything I've seen."

Brody pushes his hair back and whistles. "Oh, that Bruxish? Yeah, bro, it's like, the terror of Big Wave Beach. Been haunting these waters for years, man. Every local knows about it."

Ashley raises an eyebrow. "Haunting? What is this, some campfire ghost story?"

"Nah, dude, for real," Brody says, sitting up. "That thing's legendary. It's got, like, this golden glow, and it's way bigger than any Bruxish I've ever seen. But the freaky part? It challenges anyone who gets too close to it. No random battles or anything—it straight-up dares people to a surf race."

"A surf race?" Ashley echoes, incredulous.

"Yeah," Brody says, nodding seriously. "Like, stakes couldn't be higher. If you lose, your board gets snapped, and it leaves you out there in the waves, totally helpless. No one's ever beaten it. Not a single soul."

Davey leans forward, rubbing his chin. "It doesn't just sound like a wild Pokémon acting out. It's too deliberate. Too… purposeful."

"Purposeful or not, it bit me," Rex mutters, glaring at his bandaged arm.

"Maybe it doesn't like your face," Ashley quips with a grin.

"Enough," Davey cuts in, fixing Brody with a focused stare. "Have you ever seen it act like this before? The way it attacked Rex, the way it was glowing—was that normal for it?"

Brody shakes his head. "Nah, dude, that's new. I mean, it's always been gnarly, but this was next-level. It was, like, pissed off, y'know? And then it saw your buddy here, and—"

"It attacked immediately," Davey finishes, his tone heavy.

"Exactly." Brody snaps his fingers. "But, uh… now that you mention it…" He pauses, pulling a waterproof pouch from his bag. He digs through it and pulls out a worn photograph. "Check this out, bro."

He holds it up, and the group leans in. The photo shows a young man with tanned skin, wavy brown hair, and a confident smile. He's holding a surfboard painted with intricate wave designs. Beside him is a Bruxish, grinning widely with its jagged teeth.

Rex squints at the photo. "Is that… me?"

"No way," Ashley says, but even she looks startled.

"Not you, dude," Brody says, grinning. "That's Jonah. He was, like, a total surf legend in Alola back in the day. Dominated every competition. But his partner? That Bruxish right there? It was just as famous as he was. The two of 'em were unbeatable. People still talk about how they shredded the waves together."

Davey narrows his eyes. "And you're saying that's the same Bruxish we just saw?"

"Dude, it's gotta be," Brody says. "I mean, look at it. How many golden-glowy Bruxish do you think are out there?"

"But that's impossible," Ashley cuts in. "That picture's ancient. Pokémon don't live that long, do they?"

Davey's expression grows thoughtful. "Most don't. But some Pokémon connected to Arceus and the Plates can transcend normal lifespans. If that Bruxish was Jonah's partner, and if it's still here, it must have been guarding the Splash Plate all this time."

"The Splash Plate?" Brody asks, tilting his head.

Davey adjusts his glasses. "The Splash Plate is one of the elemental plates tied to Arceus, the creator of all Pokémon. The plates are protected by Knight Pokémon, powerful guardians chosen by Arceus itself. There are trainers—called Guardian Trainers—destined to connect with these Knight Pokémon and retrieve the plates. We think Rex might be one of them."

Brody stares at him, blinking slowly. "Dude… that's, like, the raddest thing I've ever heard."

"Glad you're entertained," Ashley mutters, arms still crossed. "But if Rex here's supposed to, what, bond with this thing? Sounds like a disaster waiting to happen."

"Wait, hold on," Rex says, his voice rising in panic. "Are you saying I have to challenge that thing to a surf race? I don't even know how to surf! I can't even swim!"

Ashley smirks. "Guess you're gonna need some floaties, champ."

Rex glares at her. "Not helping, Ashley!"

Brody chuckles, holding up his hands. "Whoa, whoa, chill, bro. No need to freak out. I can teach you to surf. No prob."

Rex stares at him. "You can?"

"Totally, dude." Brody grins and slaps his Mantine's side. "I mean, I've been surfing since I could walk. I've taught plenty of noobs how to ride the waves. You? You're gonna crush it."

Rex looks doubtful. "Yeah, right. I'll probably wipe out before I even get on the board."

"Not with me as your coach, bro." Brody leans forward, his tone serious. "Listen, Jonah was a legend, and if that Bruxish saw you and freaked, it's gotta be 'cause you remind it of him. If you wanna stand a chance at this, you're gonna have to channel that Jonah energy. And that means learning to surf."

Davey nods, his expression calculating. "Brody's right. If this is how the Bruxish tests challengers, you'll have to beat it on its terms. The Splash Plate depends on it."

Rex groans, running a hand through his hair. "This is insane. I signed up for Pokémon battles, not… this."

Ashley shrugs. "Hey, look on the bright side. If you drown, at least it'll be a memorable way to go."

Rex shoots her a withering look, but Brody claps him on the shoulder. "Don't sweat it, dude. We'll start with the basics. By the time we're done, you'll be riding waves like a pro."

Davey stands, brushing sand off his pants. "Let's not waste time, then. If we want to retrieve the Splash Plate, we need to act fast. The longer we wait, the more people that Bruxish might hurt."

Brody nods and stands, offering Rex a hand. "Let's hit the waves, bro. You and me? We're gonna make history."

Rex hesitates before taking Brody's hand. "This is going to be a disaster," he mutters, but there's a flicker of determination in his eyes.

Ashley grins. "Oh, it's definitely gonna be a disaster. But at least it'll be entertaining."

The group sets off toward the water, the sound of crashing waves and Brody's enthusiastic instructions filling the air as Rex prepares for the challenge of his life.

The group makes their way down the shoreline to a secluded cove shielded by tall cliffs and dense palm trees. The waves here are gentle, lapping lazily against the sand—a far cry from the more turbulent waters where Bruxish prowls. Mantine glides through the shallow waters, its movements calm and inviting as Brody surveys the area.

"Alright, dudes, this is the perfect spot," Brody says, planting his surfboard upright in the sand. "Bruxish never comes here, so we can chill and get some solid practice in. We're gonna turn you guys into surf legends in no time."

Rex looks anything but reassured. He's wrapped in an oversized life jacket, his arms stiff at his sides, and a pair of bright orange water wings are strapped over them for extra measure. "Legends? Bro, I'm just trying not to drown."

Davey stands nearby, similarly overprepared. He's wearing a wetsuit with reinforced padding at the knees and elbows, plus a thick, waterproof helmet. He adjusts the chin strap and frowns. "This seems… excessive. But better safe than sorry."

Ashley, leaning casually against a rock in her swimsuit, smirks at them. "You two look like you're ready to enter an underwater demolition derby, not surf. Loosen up a little."

Before Davey can reply, there's a sudden flash of light as his Lotad pops out of its Pokéball.

"Lotad?" Davey says, blinking in confusion.

The small Pokémon waddles forward on its stubby legs, stopping in front of the group. Its wide eyes scan everyone with an expression that can only be described as blank curiosity.

"What's it doing?" Rex asks, tilting his head.

Lotad continues to stare silently. The awkwardness grows thick as no one knows how to react. Then, without warning, it opens its mouth and fires a perfectly aimed Water Gun—straight at Ashley.

The jet of water hits her square in the face.

Ashley lets out a sputtering shriek, stumbling backward and furiously wiping water from her eyes. "What the heck, Lotad?!" she yells, her voice dripping with indignation.

Lotad, as if completely oblivious, turns its gaze to the horizon and sits down, its lily pad shifting slightly.

Davey steps forward, frowning thoughtfully. "I think… it wants to surf?"

Ashley glares at him, wringing water out of her hair. "Oh, it wants to surf? Well, I want it to get back in its Pokéball before I turn it into soup."

Lotad suddenly stands, letting out a small, unassuming chirp before vanishing in a flash of red light. Its Pokéball vibrates briefly on Davey's belt as it recalls itself.

The group falls silent, staring at the now-empty space where Lotad had been.

"That was… weird," Rex says slowly.

"Even for Lotad," Davey admits.

Brody laughs, shaking his head. "That little guy's got some vibes, man. Total wildcard energy."

Ashley groans. "If that thing sprays me again, I'm launching it into orbit."

"Noted," Davey mutters, though he seems more intrigued than annoyed.

Brody claps his hands, drawing their attention back. "Alright, dudes, enough distractions. Time to hit the waves! First rule of surfing: you gotta vibe with the board. Like, really feel it, y'know?"

He picks up his own board and demonstrates, lying down and mimicking paddling motions. "You're gonna start on your belly, like this. Once you catch the wave, you pop up real smooth. Balance is key."

Prinplup, Zorua, and Eevee all step closer, watching Brody intently.

Ashley raises an eyebrow. "Wait, are we actually doing this too?"

Prinplup nods enthusiastically, puffing out its chest. Zorua barks in agreement, hopping onto a board and spinning around playfully. Eevee tilts its head at the board, then looks up at Davey with wide, eager eyes.

"I think they want to try," Davey says.

Ashley sighs. "Great. Guess I'm surfing now."

Brody grins. "Radical! More the merrier, dudes. Alright, let's get started!"

As everyone gets their boards ready, Davey and Rex are the slowest, fumbling with their equipment and triple-checking every strap and buckle.

"Okay," Rex mutters under his breath, "so what if I fall off? Do I just stay still? Or will I drown?"

"Statistically, as long as you have a flotation device, the odds of drowning are minimal," Davey says, adjusting his helmet.

Rex stares at him. "How is that supposed to make me feel better?"

Ashley rolls her eyes. "You two are ridiculous. It's water, not molten lava." She looks at Brody. "Can we just start before these two talk themselves into a full-blown panic?"

Brody laughs, giving Rex a thumbs-up. "Don't overthink it, bro. Surfing's all about feeling the flow. Trust me, once you're out there, it'll be sick."

Prinplup climbs onto a board with surprising grace, looking back at Ashley as if to say, Well?

"Alright, alright, I'm coming," Ashley grumbles, stepping onto the sand with her board.

Brody gestures for everyone to follow him into the water. Mantine swims ahead, cutting smoothly through the small waves as the group wades in.

Rex hesitates at the water's edge, his water wings squeaking faintly as he moves. "This is such a bad idea," he mutters.

"You'll be fine," Brody says, waving him forward. "Just stick with me, dude. We'll get you shredding in no time."

The group gathers in waist-deep water, their boards bobbing gently with the rolling waves. Brody stands on his Mantine, looking completely at ease as he balances effortlessly, one foot on the Pokémon's smooth back and the other resting lightly on his surfboard.

"Alright, dudes," he begins, flashing his signature easy-going grin. "Surfing is, like, way more than just riding a board. It's about becoming one with the ocean. You gotta feel the rhythm, trust the waves, and most importantly—relax."

"Relax?" Rex repeats, his voice trembling. His knees are already wobbling, and he hasn't even tried to stand up yet.

Brody points at him with two fingers. "Exactly, bro. The more you freak out, the harder it's gonna be. Step one: paddle. Lay flat on your board, use your arms, and just glide. Easy-peasy, lemon-squeezy."

Davey and Ashley exchange glances before both lie flat on their boards. Prinplup waddles beside Ashley, mimicking her movements as Zorua leaps on and off her board. Eevee perches confidently on Davey's board, its tail swishing in excitement.

Rex hesitates, eyeing the board warily. "What if I flip over? What if a wave—"

"Dude," Brody cuts him off. "The ocean's not out to get you. Just trust the board. It's your bro now."

Rex reluctantly lays down, his movements stiff and awkward.

"Okay, now paddle," Brody instructs.

Davey's movements are methodical and efficient, and his board cuts cleanly through the water. "Like this?"

"Spot on, dude!" Brody gives him a thumbs-up. "You're a natural."

Ashley, ever competitive, matches Davey's pace, her strokes smooth and determined. "This isn't so bad," she says, glancing back at Prinplup. "Even you can do it."

Prinplup quacks indignantly and doubles its efforts, nearly outpacing her.

Meanwhile, Rex flails, his arms splashing more than paddling. His board rocks precariously. "I'm sinking!"

"You're not sinking, bro," Brody says, paddling up beside him. "You're just panicking. Deep breaths. Chill out."

Rex takes a shaky breath and tries again, but his paddling is uneven, and he ends up going in circles.

"Great, now I'm a whirlpool," Rex mutters, glaring at Ashley when she snickers.

"Alright, step two," Brody calls out, paddling ahead and turning to face them. "Pop-ups. Once you catch a wave, you're gonna push yourself up from your belly, plant your feet, and stand. Watch me."

In one smooth motion, Brody demonstrates, effortlessly rising to his feet as Mantine floats beside him. He bends his knees slightly, arms out for balance.

"See? It's all about stability," Brody explains. "Low center of gravity, steady feet. Your board is like a dance partner. Treat it with respect, and it won't let you down."

Davey nods, analyzing every detail. "Understood. Balance and control."

Ashley, already up on her knees, gives Brody a sly grin. "Like this?" she says, smoothly rising to her feet with minimal effort.

"Whoa, shredder alert!" Brody exclaims, impressed. "That's some sick form, dudette."

Ashley tosses her hair back, smug. "Of course it is."

Davey follows suit, taking his time to stand up carefully. His movements are deliberate, his focus intense. "This is… manageable," he says, adjusting his stance.

Eevee bounces happily on the board, yipping encouragement.

"Solid, bro!" Brody calls. "You've got the brainpower and the moves."

Then there's Rex.

He pushes himself up from his belly but wobbles almost immediately. His legs tremble as he tries to plant his feet, and his board tilts dangerously to the side.

"Careful!" Brody warns.

Too late. Rex topples off the board with a loud splash. He surfaces moments later, sputtering and coughing.

Ashley bursts into laughter. "That was pathetic!"

Rex glares at her, wiping water from his face. "This is impossible! How do people do this?"

Brody paddles over, grinning. "Dude, no one nails it on the first try. You're thinking too much. Feel the flow. Let it come naturally."

"It's not natural!" Rex protests. "I'm not built for this!"

"Neither are they," Brody says, pointing to Mantine and Prinplup. "But they're crushing it 'cause they're not overthinking it."

Prinplup, now standing on Ashley's board like a seasoned pro, lets out a triumphant cry.

Rex groans. "Even the Pokémon are better at this than me!"

"Relax," Davey says, surprisingly encouraging. "It's a learning process. Everyone has to start somewhere."

Ashley snickers. "Yeah, at rock bottom."

"I'm trying!" Rex snaps, climbing back onto his board. "I just don't want to—"

He slips again, landing face-first in the water.

Ashley doubles over, laughing uncontrollably. Even Zorua yips in amusement.

Brody helps Rex back onto his board. "Alright, bro, let's take it one step at a time. Paddle out again. We'll get there."

As the sun continues to shine down, the group spends hours on the water, practicing and improving. Davey and Ashley quickly grow more confident, their Pokémon joining in the fun. Rex, however, remains the undeniable underdog, but with Brody's patient guidance, he keeps trying, determined not to let the waves—or his fears—get the best of him.

The sun begins to dip lower in the sky, casting a warm orange glow over the secluded cove. Several hours have passed since the group started practicing, and while Ashley and Davey are moving like seasoned surfers now, Rex is still struggling. The poor guy has taken more tumbles into the water than he can count, and his frustration is palpable.

Brody floats nearby on his Mantine, his sharp surfer instincts kicking in as he scans the horizon. A subtle shift in the waves catches his eye. He raises a hand, pointing toward the ocean.

"Yo, dudes!" he calls, his voice brimming with excitement. "A wave's comin'. It's small, mellow—perfect for beginners. This is the one to ride, bros!"

Ashley and Davey exchange determined looks, already paddling toward the incoming swell. Their Pokémon—Prinplup, Zorua, and Eevee—follow suit, the energy of the moment contagious.

Rex, however, hesitates. He's still sitting on his board, visibly tense. "I can't do this," he mutters, shaking his head. "Every time I try, I just wipe out. What's the point?"

Brody paddles over to him, his expression calm but firm. "The point, bro, is that you're still out here. That means you haven't given up yet. And giving up? That's not how surfers roll."

Rex doesn't look convinced. His arms are crossed tightly over his chest, and he avoids eye contact with anyone.

Suddenly, Sneasel, who's been watching from the beach, sprints down to the shoreline. It leaps onto Rex's board with surprising grace, balancing perfectly as it glares up at its trainer.

Sneasel scolds, crossing its claws over its chest in a perfect mimicry of Rex's sulking posture.

Rex blinks at his partner. "What? I'm just being realistic!"

Sneasel points a claw at Rex, then gestures toward the waves where Davey and Ashley are lining up. The message is clear: Stop whining and go for it.

Brody chuckles. "Dude, your Sneasel's got the right idea. Listen to it."

Still, Rex doesn't budge. His gaze drifts to the others as they prepare to ride the wave. Davey, as usual, looks calm and focused, his analytical mind breaking down every detail of the water's movement. Seeing him like that—so composed, so confident—makes Rex's stomach flutter in a way he doesn't fully understand yet.

Davey notices Rex lagging behind and calls out to him, his voice cutting through the sound of the waves. "Rex, you've got this! Stop overthinking. You're stronger than you give yourself credit for."

Rex looks down at his board, then at Sneasel, who nods encouragingly. Finally, his eyes return to Davey. Something about the certainty in Davey's voice, the way he believes in him so easily, lights a spark of determination inside him.

"Alright, fine!" Rex mutters, paddling toward the wave. "But if I die, I'm haunting all of you."

The wave begins to crest as the group positions themselves.

"Now!" Brody yells. "Pop up, dudes!"

Ashley springs to her feet effortlessly, Prinplup right beside her. Zorua balances on her board, grinning mischievously as they glide down the face of the wave.

Davey follows next, his movements precise and calculated. Eevee perches proudly on the front of his board, its tail wagging as they ride the wave like pros.

Meanwhile, Rex fumbles with his footing as he tries to stand. His legs wobble, and his board tips dangerously to one side.

"Focus, Rex!" Davey shouts, his voice cutting through Rex's panic. "It's just like practice—low center of gravity, steady feet. You can do this!"

Rex grits his teeth, Davey's words echoing in his mind. He can feel Sneasel's claws gripping the board behind him, steadying it slightly. Glancing over, he sees Davey watching him, his expression a mix of concern and encouragement.

I can't let him down, Rex thinks, his determination solidifying.

He takes a deep breath, forces his trembling legs to still, and plants his feet firmly on the board. Slowly, he rises, his knees bent just like Brody taught him.

The board stabilizes.

He's standing.

The rush of success hits him like a tidal wave, and suddenly everything clicks. The rhythm of the water, the balance of his body—it all feels natural now.

"Yes!" he yells, his confidence surging as the board glides smoothly along the wave. Sneasel cheers behind him, clinging tightly but clearly thrilled.

Brody whoops from Mantine. "There it is, bro! You're shredding!"

Even Ashley, though reluctant to give compliments, calls out, "Finally! Took you long enough!"

Davey's smile is small but genuine as he watches Rex ride the wave. "Told you you could do it," he says softly, more to himself than anyone else.

Rex feels his cheeks flush, but he doesn't have time to dwell on it. He's too busy basking in the thrill of the moment, the cheers of his friends, and the realization that maybe—just maybe—he's not as hopeless as he thought.

For the first time all day, Rex feels like he belongs on the water. And it's a feeling he's not planning to let go of anytime soon.

The next morning dawns bright and clear, the waves at Big Wave Beach rolling gently under a golden sunrise. Rex stands at the edge of the water, his surfboard tucked under one arm and his face a mix of determination and nerves.

Brody stands beside him, giving a reassuring pat on his shoulder. "Alright, bro, you've been killing it out here. You're ready for this. Just remember: the ocean's your ally, not your enemy."

Ashley lounges on the sand nearby, arms crossed as she looks out at the water. "Are we sure this plan is going to work?" she asks, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "Using ourselves as bait for a feral, glowing Bruxish? Genius strategy."

Davey adjusts his wetsuit collar, unfazed by her tone. "It's not feral; it's intelligent. If we're going to get the Splash Plate, we have to challenge it on its terms. We'll distract it, keep it off balance, and Rex will make his move."

Rex swallows hard. "And if it just eats me instead?"

Ashley smirks. "Then at least it'll be entertained."

Brody shakes his head. "Relax, bro. That's not gonna happen. We've got this."

As the group finalizes their plan, Ashley suddenly winces, a hand flying to her stomach.

"You okay?" Rex asks, genuinely concerned.

"I'm fine," she snaps, though her expression says otherwise. She grimaces again, clutching her abdomen.

Davey frowns. "Ashley, if you're not feeling well—"

"I said I'm fine!" she snaps, cutting him off. But when another wave of discomfort washes over her, she sighs in defeat. "Okay, maybe I'm not fine. I'll sit this one out. You guys handle it."

Davey hesitates but nods. "Alright. I'll take the lead."

Eevee hops onto Davey's surfboard with a determined cry, as if to say it's ready for anything.

Brody grins. "Decoy duty, huh? You sure you're ready for that, bro?"

"I'll manage," Davey says, his tone calm and confident.

With that, Davey paddles out into the waves, Eevee perched on the nose of his board. The water is eerily calm, the usual chatter of Wingull replaced by an almost oppressive silence.

It doesn't take long.

From beneath the surface, a shadow darts toward Davey's board with startling speed. Bruxish bursts out of the water, its body glowing with that strange, golden aura. Its sharp teeth glint in the sunlight as it lets out a shrill cry and lunges for him.

Davey swerves sharply to the side, barely avoiding Bruxish's attack. "There it is!" he calls out, paddling back toward shore as Bruxish gives chase. Eevee clings tightly to the board, its fur bristling.

Bruxish rams the underside of Davey's board with its Psychic energy, sending him flying into the shallow surf. He tumbles onto the shore, coughing as he scrambles to his feet.

"Davey!" Rex shouts, running to help him.

"I'm fine," Davey says quickly, shaking off the sand. He points toward the water where Bruxish is circling, its predatory gaze fixed on him. "It's still out there."

As if on cue, Bruxish lets out another screech and leaps closer to the shore. Its golden aura flares brighter, almost blinding in the morning light.

Rex steps forward, planting his board in the sand like a challenge flag. "Hey! Bruxish!" he yells, his voice steadier than he feels. "I'm the one you want. I challenge you to a surf match!"

Bruxish pauses mid-charge, its glowing eyes locking onto Rex. For a moment, it seems confused, tilting its head as if sizing him up. Then its expression changes. Recognition flickers across its face, and it swims closer, circling Rex in the shallows.

Brody steps up beside Rex, whispering, "Dude, it's looking at you like it's seen a ghost."

Rex clenches his fists, his nerves threatening to get the better of him. "Why is it looking at me like that?"

Davey, now back on his feet, adjusts his glasses and studies the scene intently. "It must be because you resemble Jonah. Bruxish probably recognizes you—or at least, it thinks it does."

Bruxish lets out a shrill cry, its aura intensifying. It stares at Rex, seemingly torn between aggression and curiosity.

Brody takes a cautious step back. "Alright, bro, looks like you've got its attention. This is your shot. Don't blow it."

Rex swallows hard but nods. "Alright. Let's do this."

Bruxish finally lets out a sharp, guttural sound, something that almost sounds like a laugh. It stops circling and moves to deeper water, as if accepting Rex's challenge.

"It's on," Brody says with a grin. "Time to show that fish what you've got, bro."

Rex takes a deep breath, his heart pounding as he picks up his board and follows Bruxish into the water. Behind him, Davey watches with a mix of apprehension and curiosity.

"You've got this," Davey calls after him.

Rex doesn't respond, but he can feel the weight of Davey's words. He glances back once, sees the subtle encouragement in Davey's expression, and steels himself.

For Jonah, Rex thinks. For me.

As Rex paddles out to meet Bruxish, the air grows tense with anticipation. The battle—and the surf match—of a lifetime is about to begin.

The waves swell as Rex paddles out into deeper water, his heart pounding in time with the crashing surf. Bruxish swims beside him, its golden aura shimmering even brighter now, like a beacon in the dimming sunlight. The clouds above thicken, casting a gray pall over the beach, and the first few drops of rain begin to fall.

"Here it comes, bro!" Brody calls from the shore, his voice barely audible over the rising wind.

The sea roars as a massive wave begins to form on the horizon. Rex steadies himself, gripping his board tightly. Sneasel perches on the back of the board, its sharp eyes locked onto Bruxish, ready for whatever comes next.

The wave reaches them, and both Rex and Bruxish launch into action. Rex pops up onto his board with practiced precision, the hours of training finally paying off. Bruxish rides alongside him, using its psychic energy to glide effortlessly through the water, its movements almost hypnotic.

The two competitors are neck and neck as the wave carries them toward the shore. The crowd on the beach watches in awe, the tension thick as the storm intensifies.

Meanwhile, back on the beach, Ashley sits under a makeshift shelter with Prinplup, trying to keep dry. Her stomach is still bothering her, and she mutters under her breath.

"This is ridiculous," she grumbles. "Why do I always get stuck on the sidelines?"

Prinplup lets out a soft cry, looking toward the water where Rex and Bruxish are locked in their match. But before Ashley can respond, a glint of something unusual catches her eye.

She turns her head and spots a shimmering black figure near the edge of the beach. It's a Sandygast, but its color is unlike anything she's ever seen—it's shiny.

"Is that…?" Ashley blinks, then scrambles to her feet. "Of course. Everyone else is doing something dramatic, and I get a shiny Pokémon wandering up to me."

Prinplup is already on its feet, ready for battle. The shiny Sandygast turns toward them, its glowing red eyes narrowing as it senses a challenge.

"Alright, fine," Ashley mutters. "If you want to fight, I'm game. Prinplup, Bubble Beam!"

Prinplup unleashes a stream of shimmering bubbles, but Sandygast counters with Shadow Ball, the two attacks colliding in a burst of energy. The battle is short but intense, with Prinplup eventually landing a decisive Metal Claw to weaken Sandygast.

Ashley tosses a Poké Ball, and after a tense moment of shaking, it clicks shut.

"Gotcha," she says, picking up the ball and smirking. "At least something's going my way today."

Out on the water, the storm grows fiercer. The rain falls in sheets now, and the wind howls as if the ocean itself is raging. Rex struggles to keep his balance on the board, the surf growing more erratic with each passing second.

Bruxish isn't making it easy. It lets out a shrill cry and uses Aqua Jet, streaking through the water like a missile and knocking a spray of foam into Rex's face.

"Sneasel, now!" Rex yells, his voice cutting through the chaos.

Sneasel leaps into action, using Fury Swipes to slash at Bruxish's side. The glowing fish Pokémon retaliates with a Psychic attack, its eyes glowing as it hurls a wave of telekinetic energy at Sneasel.

Sneasel tumbles but manages to cling to the board. "Snea!" it growls, glaring at Bruxish with defiant eyes.

Rex grits his teeth, focusing on keeping his footing despite the storm. "Stay with me, Sneasel! I'll handle the surfing—you keep it busy!"

Another wave rises, even larger than the last. Bruxish uses Water Pulse, sending a spiraling column of water toward Rex. Sneasel counters with Ice Shard, freezing the attack mid-air and shattering it into harmless mist.

"Nice one!" Rex shouts, his confidence bolstered by his Pokémon's quick thinking.

The two opponents remain evenly matched, their moves fluid and synchronized with the chaos around them. But the storm shows no signs of letting up. Lightning cracks across the sky, illuminating the battlefield in stark flashes.

From the shore, Davey watches anxiously, his analytical mind racing. "This storm's getting too dangerous," he mutters. "Rex needs to finish this soon."

Ashley, now with her new Sandygast in tow, folds her arms and stares out at the water. "If he doesn't drown first," she says dryly.

Rex, oblivious to the commentary, focuses on the wave ahead. Bruxish lets out another cry, its golden aura intensifying, and Rex realizes this next move might decide everything.

"Alright," he whispers, his grip tightening on the board. "Let's end this."

The storm escalates into a terrifying force of nature. The wind howls like a living beast, the rain lashes down in unrelenting sheets, and the waves rise like towering walls of water. On the shore, Brody squints at the horizon, his usually carefree expression replaced with grim determination.

"This ain't just some storm," he mutters. "It's a freakin' hurricane."

Davey stands beside him, his wet hair plastered to his forehead. "Rex is still out there. He won't turn back."

Brody cups his hands to his mouth and shouts into the chaos, "Rex, bro! You gotta get back here! Now!"

Rex can barely hear him over the roar of the storm. He stands on his board, his legs trembling with exhaustion as he rides another massive wave. Bruxish glides beside him, its golden aura cutting through the storm's gloom. It seems undeterred, almost energized by the chaos.

"Rex, it's not worth it!" Davey yells, but his voice is lost to the wind.

Ashley, still under her shelter with Prinplup, shouts from behind them. "If he gets himself killed, I'm not writing the eulogy!"

On the water, Rex's focus is razor-sharp despite the storm's ferocity. "I'm not giving up," he growls under his breath. "Not now, not when I'm this close."

Another massive wave forms behind him, taller than anything he's ever faced. He grits his teeth and pushes forward, his surfboard slicing through the water. Sneasel clings to the board behind him, its claws gripping the surface tightly as it glares at Bruxish.

Bruxish lets out a shrill cry and lunges toward Rex with a Water Pulse, sending a spiraling torrent of water crashing into his board. Rex barely manages to stay upright, his balance teetering precariously.

"Hang on, Sneasel!" he shouts.

But then it happens. A sudden, monstrous gust of wind hits the wave, turning it into a chaotic wall of foam and water. Rex loses his footing, his board flipping out from under him. He and Sneasel are thrown into the churning sea like ragdolls.

"Rex!" Davey's cry cuts through the air, panic breaking his usual calm tone.

Rex surfaces, gasping for air as the waves toss him mercilessly. His board is gone, and Sneasel clings to him desperately, its claws digging into his wetsuit. "I can't… I can't keep this up…" he sputters, his strength fading fast.

On the shore, Brody's face is pale. "No, no, no…" he mutters, pulling at his hair. "He's too far out. I can't get to him in this mess."

In the water, Bruxish watches the scene unfold. Its golden aura dims slightly, and something flickers in its eyes—something like hesitation. Memories bubble to the surface, fragments of another storm long ago. It remembers a man with determination like Rex's. It remembers losing him.

A flash of lightning illuminates the scene, and Bruxish makes its decision.

With a burst of speed, it dives beneath the waves, its glowing form cutting through the darkness. It surfaces beside Rex and Sneasel, its sharp teeth bared—not in aggression, but in determination.

Rex's eyes widen as he feels himself being lifted. "Bruxish…?"

The glowing Pokémon positions itself beneath Rex, using its psychic energy to stabilize him. Sneasel climbs onto Bruxish's back as it surges through the water, carrying Rex toward the shore with surprising care.

On land, Davey, Brody, and Ashley watch in stunned silence.

"It's saving him," Davey says, his voice hushed with disbelief.

"I didn't know it had that in it," Brody mutters. "Guess there's more to that fish than I thought."

Ashley raises an eyebrow. "If he survives this, I'm making sure he knows how lucky he is. I am not dealing with a Rex memorial."

Bruxish reaches the shallows and gently deposits Rex on the wet sand, the storm still raging around them. Rex coughs violently, water spilling from his lungs as he clings to consciousness.

Brody rushes forward, kneeling beside him. "You alright, bro? Talk to me!"

Davey crouches next to them, checking Rex's pulse. "He's alive, but he needs rest. That was too close."

Rex's eyes flutter open, his voice weak. "I… I didn't give up."

Davey places a hand on his shoulder. "No, you didn't. But next time, maybe listen when someone tells you to stop."

Bruxish lingers in the surf, its aura dimmed but its gaze steady. It lets out a low, mournful cry before turning and vanishing into the stormy waters.

The group watches it go, the gravity of the moment sinking in.

"What just happened?" Ashley asks, breaking the silence.

Brody looks at the horizon, his expression serious. "That Bruxish… it's carrying some heavy stuff. Maybe saving Rex was its way of making up for something it couldn't fix before."

Davey adjusts his glasses, his analytical mind already spinning. "Whatever the case, it's clear Bruxish has more depth than we gave it credit for. This isn't over. Not yet."

As the storm begins to subside, the group carries Rex to safety, their resolve stronger than ever. The battle for the Splash Plate isn't over—but for now, they've earned a moment to breathe.

The storm rages on, the rain lashing against the sand and waves roaring in defiance. Bruxish lingers in the shallows, its golden aura flickering like a candle struggling against the wind. Above, the sky crackles with electricity, and a bolt of lightning tears through the heavens, heading directly for the glowing Pokémon.

"Bruxish, look out!" Davey shouts, his voice sharp with urgency.

But before anyone can react, Sneasel leaps from Rex's side, its sharp claws crackling with energy. With a fierce growl, it slashes upward, intercepting the lightning bolt mid-air. The force sends a blinding flash through the storm, and when the light clears, the redirected energy explodes into a burst of colorful fireworks above the ocean.

The storm begins to falter, as if stunned by the display. Bruxish, wide-eyed, turns toward Sneasel and Rex. It floats closer, its golden aura steadying, and lets out a soft, melodic cry.

"Is… is it thanking him?" Ashley asks, her voice tinged with disbelief.

"I think so," Brody says, his tone awestruck. "Never seen anything like that before, bro."

Bruxish swims around Rex, its gaze soft and almost apologetic. Its aura begins to glow brighter, illuminating the stormy beach. Then, without warning, Rex and Eevee begin to glow as well, their bodies radiating a warm, golden light.

Davey steps forward, his analytical mind racing. "This… this is it. It's the connection. Rex, Bruxish—it's recognizing you as one of the Guardian Trainers!"

Before Rex can respond, the rain stops abruptly. The storm clouds part, revealing a calm, moonlit sky. The group stares in shock as the golden light surrounding Bruxish intensifies, and within it, a figure begins to take shape.

At first, it's faint, like a mirage on the water. But as it solidifies, the ghostly form of a man emerges. His features are clear—a strong jawline, sun-kissed skin, and wavy dark hair that falls past his shoulders. He's dressed in a wetsuit, holding a surfboard under one arm, and his expression is warm and serene.

"Jonah?" Brody breathes, his voice barely a whisper.

The vision of Jonah smiles gently, his eyes resting on Bruxish. The Pokémon lets out a soft cry, swimming closer to the ghostly figure. It's as if the two are sharing a private moment, a reunion long overdue.

The group stands frozen, their disbelief palpable. Even Ashley, usually quick with a sarcastic remark, is struck silent.

"Is that… really him?" Rex asks, his voice trembling.

"It has to be," Davey says, adjusting his glasses as if to focus better. "That's Jonah. Bruxish's former trainer. He's…" He pauses, struggling to find the words. "He's here."

Jonah's gaze shifts from Bruxish to Rex, his smile widening. He nods slowly, a gesture of approval, before looking to the others. Though he says nothing, his presence feels reassuring, as if he's passing on something unspoken.

"Whoa," Brody says, his tone filled with awe. "This is insane. Jonah's… a freakin' legend, man."

"."

The voice is calm, familiar, and filled with warmth. Jonah's ghostly form materializes again from the faint golden glow that lingers around them. His outline shimmers in the moonlight, but there's no mistaking him. He's as real to Bruxish as he had been all those years ago.

Bruxish lets out a trembling cry, its eyes widening as it floats closer to him. Its movements are hesitant, almost disbelieving, as if afraid this vision might disappear at any moment.

"Easy, girl," Jonah says softly, crouching as though he's standing on the water's surface. His hand reaches out, and though he's no longer of this world, Bruxish leans into his touch as if he's really there. Jonah chuckles lightly, his smile warm. "Still stubborn after all this time, huh?"

Bruxish's cry turns into a whimper, and tears begin to well in its large eyes. It closes them tightly, as though trying to hold back the flood of emotions.

"I know, girl," Jonah says gently. "You've been holding onto the past. Holding onto me." He strokes the space just above its fin, his expression bittersweet. "But it's time to let go."

Bruxish shakes its head vehemently, letting out a desperate cry. Its golden glow flickers, and the tears finally fall, dropping into the water below and creating ripples that seem to echo its pain.

"I never wanted you to be stuck like this," Jonah continues, his voice soothing yet firm. "You were always so much more than my partner. You were my friend, my family. But I'm gone, Bruxish. I've been gone for a long time."

Bruxish's body trembles, its aura flickering as it struggles to process his words. Jonah's smile softens further, and he places both hands on either side of its face, looking into its tearful eyes.

"You don't need to prove anything anymore," he says. "You don't need to race, or fight, or hold onto this pain. You've found someone else—someone strong, someone brave. Rex reminds me of myself, doesn't he?"

At the mention of Rex, Bruxish hesitates, its eyes searching Jonah's face. Slowly, it nods, its cry soft and full of emotion.

"He's the one now," Jonah says firmly, his tone carrying a weight that leaves no room for doubt. "He'll look out for you, and you'll look out for him. It's time for you to move on, girl. It's time for you to be free."

Bruxish lets out a long, mournful cry, but it begins to nod more firmly, its golden glow brightening again. Jonah's smile returns, full of pride and love.

"That's my girl," he says. "You've done so much, Bruxish. You've held on for so long, but now it's time to swim forward. Be the incredible Pokémon I always knew you were. And don't forget… I'll always be with you."

Bruxish leans into him one last time, its body trembling as it lets out a final cry. Jonah gently strokes it again, and his form begins to flicker, the golden light growing brighter as it prepares to fade away.

"Goodbye, Bruxish," Jonah whispers. "Thank you… for everything."

Jonah, steps forward, his expression kind and full of understanding. He moves towards Rex, who stands still in awe, still absorbing everything that's happened. As Jonah reaches Rex, his presence is both calming and strong, as if a powerful force was at work behind his gentle smile.

"You've shown incredible courage, Rex," Jonah's voice echoes, soft but clear in the stillness. "You've earned Bruxish's trust, and you've proved yourself worthy of the Splash Plate." Jonah places a hand gently on Rex's shoulder. "Bruxish has held on to the past for so long… but you've helped it move on."

Rex blinks, a wave of emotions crashing over him as the words sink in. His breath catches in his throat, but before he can say anything, Jonah pulls something from the golden light surrounding him—a shimmering, beautifully crafted plate. It sparkles with the faintest hint of divine energy, an unmistakable aura of power.

Jonah holds the plate out to Rex, his gaze steady and proud. "This is the Splash Plate. You have proven your worth. Take it, and use it to protect what's important."

Rex slowly reaches out, his hand trembling slightly as he takes the plate. The coolness of it in his palm is grounding, and a strange sense of calm washes over him, as if the plate itself recognizes him. Jonah nods once, his smile never faltering.

"Bruxish is free now," Jonah says, looking back at his Pokémon. "It can finally move forward."

As Jonah finishes speaking, Bruxish lets out a soft cry, and Rex watches as the water around the Pokémon shimmers. Tears begin to fall from its eyes, but instead of sorrow, the tears seem to be ones of release—of letting go. The golden aura around Bruxish glows even brighter, as if a weight has been lifted.

Bruxish swims closer to Rex, its movements gentle, almost hesitant, but then it nuzzles him affectionately, as if thanking him for helping it move on. There is an unmistakable tenderness in its actions, and for a moment, Rex's chest tightens, overwhelmed by the connection they now share.

"I… I did it," Rex whispers, his voice full of awe. He looks at the plate in his hand again, still trying to process everything that's happened.

Jonah's figure begins to flicker, his presence fading slowly, the light around him becoming more radiant as it does. He turns to Rex one last time, his smile warm and proud.

"Take care of Bruxish. It's been waiting for you," Jonah's voice says one final time before his figure disappears, leaving only the soft golden glow in his wake.

Bruxish, now fully free from its past, lifts its head toward the sky, and with one last gentle cry, it swims into the horizon. As the golden aura fades, the water around the beach calms completely, and the storm—once fierce and unrelenting—is gone, leaving behind only the quiet serenity of the moonlit shore.

Rex stands there for a moment, looking at the plate in his hand, his heart pounding in his chest. Slowly, he turns to face his friends, a smile creeping onto his face, despite the whirlwind of emotions inside.

"I… I don't think I'm supposed to keep it," Rex says, his voice thoughtful. He holds the Splash Plate up for everyone to see, the shiny surface reflecting the calm ocean behind them. "Bruxish gave this to me, but I think it belongs with all of us. You all helped me get here. You all believed in me."

He pauses for a moment, looking at Ashley and Davey. "I'm giving it to you both. I couldn't have done this without your support."

Ashley's eyes widen in surprise, and Davey looks at Rex, a small smile tugging at his lips. They both nod, understanding the significance of what Rex is saying.

Brody, who's been quiet this whole time, steps forward, a grin spreading across his face. "Hey, man, you really pulled it off. That's some next-level stuff right there. I mean, Jonah himself gave you the Splash Plate! That's legendary!"

Rex lets out a deep breath, feeling the weight of the situation settle in. "Yeah… I guess it is."

Rex looks out at the ocean one last time. He feels connected to something bigger than himself—something ancient and powerful. Bruxish may have moved on, but for Rex, this journey is just beginning. And he knows he's ready to face whatever comes next.

The beach sparkles under the glow of tiki torches as the group gathers around a large wooden table set with a feast of Alolan delicacies. Plates of roasted Kahuna-style pig, sweet malasadas, poké bowls, and fresh grilled fish crowd the table, while Brody's Mantine and their Pokémon lounge nearby, enjoying the relaxed atmosphere. The sound of gentle waves and distant Alolan music creates a celebratory vibe.

Bruxish is gone, having departed to travel the seas, and Rex sits at the head of the table with a thoughtful expression. The Splash Plate rests in a place of honor between everyone's dishes, a reminder of their journey and triumph.

"Here's to catching the Shiniest of all Sandygasts!" Ashley declares smugly, holding up her Pokéball. "I'm just saying—it was a one-in-a-million chance, and I nailed it!"

Davey, poking at a bowl of poi, raises an eyebrow. "You weren't even looking for it. It just… showed up."

Ashley waves him off. "Doesn't matter. I'm basically a legend now. Admit it."

Rex chuckles softly, taking a bite of pineapple. "You'll be insufferable for weeks, won't you?"

"Oh, absolutely," Ashley replies with a grin, leaning back in her chair.

Nearby, Davey leans over to Rex. "You know," he begins, his tone more reflective, "you really came through back there. I didn't think you'd stick it out in the storm."

Rex shrugs, though his cheeks start to pink slightly. "I, uh, didn't want to let everyone down. Especially…" He hesitates, glancing at Davey. "Especially you."

The words hang in the air for a moment, and Davey blinks, feeling heat rise to his face. He opens his mouth to say something, but he falters, glancing away as his mind drifts. Jeremiah… I'm dating Jeremiah. The realization brings a wave of guilt, and he shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

Rex notices his hesitation and clears his throat awkwardly. "Anyway! Great dinner, huh? These malasadas are awesome."

"Yeah," Davey mumbles, shoving a forkful of fish into his mouth to cover his awkwardness.

Meanwhile, Brody sidles up to Ashley with a plate of food, his usual laid-back grin on his face. "So, uh, Ashley," he starts, his tone unusually casual.

"What?" she says, arching an eyebrow.

"You're… glowing, dude," he says, giving her a knowing look.

Ashley stiffens. "Excuse me?"

Brody shrugs, still grinning. "It's the kind of glow my sister had when she was pregnant with my niece. Same thing. You got that 'I'm cooking up a baby' look about you."

Ashley's fork clatters onto her plate. "WHAT?!" she practically shouts, causing everyone at the table to turn and stare.

Brody holds up his hands in defense. "Hey, no judgment, just saying I've seen it before. I've got an eye for these things."

"I'm not pregnant!" Ashley snaps, her face burning red.

Brody raises an eyebrow. "You sure about that?"

Ashley's hands slam down on the table as she stands up. "YES, I'M SURE!" she yells, but there's a flicker of doubt in her voice that doesn't go unnoticed.

"Your stomach didn't seem so sure earlier," Brody says, smirking slightly.

Ashley opens her mouth to retort but stops, her eyes narrowing as realization dawns. Slowly, she sinks back into her chair, avoiding everyone's gaze. "Fine," she mutters. "Maybe I'm… a little sure. But no one can know. Got it?" She glares at Brody, her tone low and threatening.

Brody nods, his expression sincere. "Got it, dude. Your secret's safe with me."

Ashley groans, burying her face in her hands. "This is the worst."

Before anyone can comment further, a high-pitched ping interrupts the moment. Both Ashley and Davey's Arc Phones light up simultaneously, hovering slightly above the table.

"What now?" Davey mutters, pulling his phone closer.

As the screens glow, Eevee suddenly leaps onto the table, its fur shimmering with a radiant golden light. The Pokémon tilts its head, staring at the phones with intense focus.

"What's happening to Eevee?" Ashley asks, her voice sharp with concern.

Davey stares at his Pokémon, a mixture of awe and confusion on his face. "I don't know, but… it's like it's connected to the Arc Phones somehow."

The Arc Phones chime in unison, displaying a map of Kanto. A glowing red dot appears over Mt. Ember, with text scrolling across the screen:

"The next Knight Pokémon resides at Mt. Ember. The Flame Plate awaits the chosen Guardian."

Ashley squints at the screen, reading aloud. "The chosen Guardian is…" Her voice trails off as the next line appears.

"Ashley."

"What?!" she shouts, leaping to her feet.

Everyone stares at her in stunned silence.

"The Flame Plate? Me? Why me?!" Ashley demands, staring at the phone like it's betrayed her.

"That's what I'd like to know," Davey says, blinking at her.

Brody leans back in his chair, chuckling. "Guess you're up next, Sandygast Queen."

Ashley groans, slumping back into her seat. "This has to be some kind of mistake."

But deep down, she knows it's not. As the group processes the revelation, the sound of waves crashing against the shore fills the silence, the weight of their next mission already settling in.