In the vast wilderness of Remnant, Ash Ketchum had been reborn as Ash Branwen, a child of destiny. He was found as a baby by Raven Branwen, the leader of the Branwen Tribe, who sensed the potential within him. After years of strict training and discipline, Raven raised Ash not just as her son but as a future Huntsman.

Each day began with grueling training, pushing Ash to his limits. He learned to wield a sword with precision and the art of agility, all while embracing the philosophy of survival. Raven was both a fierce mentor and a nurturing mother, teaching him the importance of strength, cunning, and the bonds of family.

"Focus, Ash! You need to be faster!" Raven shouted as she demonstrated a swift move with her sword.

"Yes, Mom!" Ash grunted, sweat dripping down his brow as he practiced his strikes against a training dummy.

"Remember, it's not just about strength. It's about strategy. Use your environment to your advantage!" she continued, watching him intently.

With each passing year, Ash's skills improved, but so did his curiosity about the world outside the tribe. As he approached his teenage years, Raven sensed that it was time for him to take on a new challenge.

"Tomorrow, you will go to Beacon Academy," Raven said one evening, her voice serious. "I need you to blend in, learn about the world of Huntsmen, and find the Fall Maiden."

"Beacon Academy?" Ash's eyes sparkled with excitement and trepidation. "What if they find out who I really am?"

"Then you must be careful. Trust no one but yourself, Ash. You carry the Branwen name, and it holds power." Raven's gaze softened. "But you also carry my love. Remember that."

The next day, Ash stood before the towering gates of Beacon Academy, his heart racing. The grandeur of the academy was unlike anything he had ever seen. He took a deep breath and adjusted the sword on his back, feeling the weight of expectation.

As he entered the bustling courtyard, students greeted one another with laughter and excitement. Ash watched in awe, his senses overwhelmed by the vibrant atmosphere.

Suddenly, he heard an energetic voice. "Hey! You're new, right?"

He turned to see a girl with silver hair and a red cloak standing before him. "I'm Ruby! What's your name?"

"Ash… Ash Branwen," he replied, trying to suppress his nerves.

Ruby's eyes widened. "Branwen? Like Raven Branwen?"

Ash nodded, surprised by her knowledge. "You know her?"

"Um, uh, yeah...you could say that..." Ruby laughed nervously.

Ash frowned. "Why do you sound nervous? It's almost as if you know her more than you are lent on, Ruby."

"Well..."

At that moment, a taller girl with long blonde hair approached, a confident smirk on her face. "Ruby, stop scaring the boy. Hi there, I'm Yang!"

Ash felt a spark of recognition. The resemblance to Raven was uncanny. However, he couldn't shake off the weird feeling of why she looked so much like Raven. "Nice to meet you, Yang."

Yang winked at him. "So, Ash Branwen, huh? What do you do? Fight, hunt, or just look pretty?"

Ash chuckled, surprised by her forwardness. "A bit of everything, I suppose."

Yang stepped closer, her playful demeanor making Ash blush slightly. "Well, if you ever need help, I can teach you a thing or two. I'm pretty strong!"

Before Ash could respond, Ruby chimed in. "And I can help you with speed! We should totally team up!"

Suddenly, Yang's eyes narrowed as she processed Ash's last name. "Wait a second... Branwen?" she repeated, her tone shifting from playful to serious. "You're Raven's son?"

Ash felt the tension rise in the air. "Yes… I am, but how do you know I was Raven's son?"

Yang chewed her bottom lip and responded, "B-Because she's also my mom."

Ash's eyes widened in surprise as he spoke, "Wait! Does that mean...we're-"

Ruby tilted her head. "So, you're like our brother? This is so cool!"

"Wait, what? Brother?" Ash's face turned beet red. "I—"

Yang laughed heartily, her demeanor shifting back to teasing. "Guess that makes you my cute little brother then! You're officially part of the family!"

"Wait, what?!"