The Paldea Saga: Treasures and Trials

by Pocketbook

Tired of the burden of fame, Ash Ketchum, Monarch of the World, decides to disappear into a whole new adventure in the far-away land of Paldea. Eager to participate in the region's famous "Treasure Hunt," Ash must first attend Scarlet Academy and its rigorous Battle School, where he'll meet trials a plenty alongside new friends and rivals...and old flames. SatoSere.

5. Chapter 5: A Golden Welcome

Quick note: Ash and co. are around 18. This was changed a while back, but forgot to mention it earlier until I got a PM. As I was writing, I just envisioned everyone to be a little older. Time gaps between events remain the same: Ash won the Monarch title 1 year ago, traveled to Kalos about 5 years ago, reunion in Lilycove 2 years ago. Hope that helps.

Thank you to Void Reader, Thor94, Ri2, Cyan Quartz, Fangs of Death, Vigilante Spider, AliciaMirza, and Geekgirles for reviewing! Thank you to everyone else following/favoriting this story!

Enjoy!

Chapter Amended: 2/18/24
-Serena's performance was slightly altered
-Additions to Ash and Serena's introspections

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Chapter 5: A Golden Welcome

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Gary Oak, with his blue jacket cinched tight against the evening chill, moved with purpose under the glow of Medali's vibrant street lamps. The luminous storefronts cast a carousel of light that danced across his determined features as he weaved through the energy of the town's nightlife. His eyes scanned the towering modern edifices that stood like sentinels against the mountainous backdrop. He was searching, his gaze flitting from sign to sign, decoding the unfamiliar language of the local commerce.

His search, however, was proving fruitless. With a flicker of frustration, Gary delved into the depths of his pocket and withdrew a crumpled note. The words "Medali. Treasure Eatery. Larry." were scrawled upon it in hasty script. He shielded the note from the burgeoning rain that had begun to fall, a drizzle that promised to transform into a torrent as the thunder crackled.

Gary hastened his pace, his shoes slapping against the wet cobblestone as the raindrops gathered momentum. He darted past the tables of a street café, sending a few unoccupied chairs clattering in his wake. His eyes shot up and down the thoroughfare, looking for any culinary establishment that boasted the name he sought.

In his fervor, he nearly collided with the flow of traffic, the honking of cars snapping him back from his intense reverie. He jumped back just in time, a car swerving slightly to avoid his abrupt intrusion into the road. With an apologetic wave that was more reflex than sincere, Gary retreated back to the safety of the sidewalk.

" Oye , looking for something?" asked a grey old man from a nearby bus stop, he wore a grin on his dark face beneath his black umbrella.

Gary turned towards the voice, his expression one of momentary surprise. The man at the bus stop was looking at him with a knowing twinkle in his eye, the kind that spoke of a lifetime spent watching the ebb and flow of city streets and their myriad travelers.

"Yes, actually," Gary responded, stepping closer to the man to avoid another misstep onto the road. "I'm trying to find a place called the Treasure Eatery. Would you happen to know where it is?"

The old man chuckled, the sound rich and deep beneath the patter of the rain. " Claro , see that alley over there?" He pointed with his umbrella to a narrow passageway between two buildings, barely noticeable if not for the delicate stream of light spilling out onto the wet pavement. "Go down that way, take a left at the end, and you'll find it.."

Gary nodded, committing the directions to memory. "Thank you," he said, giving the man a small, appreciative smile. "I appreciate it."

"May I ask if you're going to see the gym leader?" the old man inquired, curiously.

"Er," Gary paused, and then nodded slowly. "Maybe."

"Grilled Rice Balls. Medium Serving; Extra Crispy, Fire Blast Style. Lemon," the old man replied knowingly, his grin widening as he settled back into the shelter of the bus stop.

Gary scrunched his face, utterly confused. Eventually he simply nodded and headed towards the alley the man had indicated, his blue jacket now a shield against the intensifying rain. The thunder rolled again, a dramatic backdrop to his quest for the elusive eatery. He maneuvered through the alley with ease, the scent of spices growing stronger as he approached the promised left turn. There, just as described, the sign for the Treasure Eatery shone like a beacon, welcoming him from the storm.

Relief washed over him as he pushed open the door, the sound of the rain fading behind him. Inside, the eatery was a haven of comfort, its interior resembling a restaurant he'd find in Kanto.

Patrons sat at sturdy wooden tables, where they would kneel to eat; their conversations a murmur of contentment amid the muted clinking of chopsticks and plates. Gary paused just inside the entrance, taking in the sight of the tranquil dining area. Soft lighting illuminated the room, casting a cozy ambiance that made the diners' faces seem to glow with satisfaction.

He walked further in, his footsteps quiet on the well-trodden floor, each step taking him deeper into the warm embrace of the establishment. The aroma of hearty meals and rich spices beckoned him, promising a respite from his travels and the inclement weather outside. Gary glanced around, searching for a place to settle down.

"May I help you, sir?" ask the hostess, a tall woman dressed in a black vest beneath a crisp white shirt.

"Um, I'm here to see Larry?" Gary asked with uncertainty.

"Oh, are you looking to challenge the gym leader?"

It didn't take long for Gary to connect the dots. "Sure."

"What would you like to order?" the hostess then asked, catching the researcher off guard.

Gary ran a hand through his wet, auburn hair and then shook his hands of the rain. "What's this about."

The hostess blinked. "You have to order the secret item from the menu in order to get an audience with Larry."

Gary rolled his eyes with frustration and then paused. "Grilled Rice Balls."

"What size?"

"Medium."

"How would you like them cooked?"

"Extra Crispy."

"Topping?"

"Lemon!" Gary exclaimed, impressed he'd remembered all of that. Honestly, if it hadn't been so weird and random, he probably wouldn't have.

The hostesses' eyes narrowed, "Follow me then."

They passed by the murmur of contented diners and the welcoming clink of dishes, the homely ambiance a stark contrast to the stormy chaos left outside. At the end of the room, she approached a nondescript wooden door, pushing it open to reveal a private chamber set apart from the rest of the eatery.

Inside, the room was serene, with walls adorned in subtle, traditional decor. A large window on one side, now patterned with the rivulets of rain, offered a muted light that supplemented the soft glow of a hanging lantern. There, seated at a polished wooden table, was one of the most plain looking men Gary had ever since. Still, the man who commanded the space with an unspoken authority.

He looked exactly like the man in the picture Gary had been shown by Professor Cerise. Dressed in a sharp, dark suit that was tailored to perfection, he had an air of casual elegance about him. His hair was styled neatly, a few strands artfully out of place, and his eyes were hidden behind the folded newspaper he held in his hands. A steaming cup of tea sat beside him, the vapor curling up into the air like a silent greeting.

As they entered, the man looked up from his newspaper, setting it aside with a precise movement. His eyes met Gary's, and there was a flash of curiosity. The room felt like a world away from the bustling eatery outside, a sanctuary of calm where important matters could be discussed.

"Have a seat," Larry said a bit blandly, gesturing to the chair opposite him. His voice was calm, yet there was an aloofness to it that spoke of a man with many things on his mind. "I'm almost done reading the day's paper. Normally I would have read it in the morning, but I had some business to attend to."

Gary took the offered seat, the leather creaking slightly under his weight. The hostess excused herself quietly, leaving the two to their conversation, the patter of the rain outside a soft backdrop to the unfolding dialogue.

Larry folded his hands on the table and sighed. "You don't look like the typical trainer," he began, almost expressionless. "It's not the season for challengers anyway. Most of my opponents are in school this time of year."

Gary nodded, still somewhat taken aback by the old man's knowledge at the bus stop and now this unexpected turn of events. "Um, yea. I don't want to battle," Gary grunted, taking off his wet jacket just as a waitress came by to take his order for tea. He then looked at Larry a bit furtively. "I'm a friend of, uh, Professor Cerise…"

Larry's eyebrows lifted at this. "Oh. You're the researcher. Yea, no wonder you've been acting like some sort of shady spy. Relax. I knew you were coming."

Gary let out a long breath and rubbed his cold hands together. "He said you could help build up my cover? While I did research around here? I admit, didn't expect you to be a gym leader. You don't really look like one."

Larry shrugged, as familiar with that line. "Well, I'm more of a business guy, but I happen to be really good at the whole pokémon battle thing. Had to be. Some of my business requires me getting into really shitty situations with some really shitty people," Larry took a sip of his tea and gritted his teeth at the scalding temperature. He took another sip anyway. "But anyway, Cerise said he had a young researcher wanting to explore Area Zero. I guess word of the Paradox Experiments got out, in some form or another. I'm surprised you made it here, though."

Gary nodded, having heard some of the rumors from his briefing with Cerise before coming to Paldea. "I'm posing as a traveling salesman for lab equipment. I got a visa from Kalos, but I need leads. I thought maybe I would pretend to work for you. Maybe get a list of people to go talk to. I need a way to get into the crater."

Larry chuckled dryly. "You young whippersnappers always think it's that easy. Look, I know I owe Cerise a favor, but this is a big check to cash. And, of course, I'm always looking to profit."

Gary locked eyes with the unassuming businessman. Maybe he could see how Larry became a gym leader. The guy didn't really mess around—a straight shooter. "What do you want?"

"Ah, now you're speaking my language," Larry's lips curled upwards minimally. Gary wondered if the guy ever smiled. "I want normalcy in Paldea, naturally."

"Normalcy?"

"For things to be normal?" Larry clarified a bit morosely, "For one thing, all of these Paradox Experiments are bad for business. Doesn't help that the whole thing is run by a mad lunatic, who is most likely being manipulated by a mysterious group of very powerful pokémon trainers. Very powerful. I know for a fact that a lot of corporate moguls around the region are unknowingly (some maybe knowingly) pumping money into the experiments there. Weird portfolios are being created with shell companies for market investment and Triple A bonds being bought up the wahzoo—but the bonds are being fluffed with debts that are really suspicious yet no one seems to be looking into it. Of course, when investigated, there's literally nothing to explain what's going into the bonds!" Larry exclaimed, as though the matter were absurd, but Gary looked on rather blankly. "My point is, there's a lot of money flowing into Area Zero and my colleagues and I would like to know why and who knows about it. This is why when Professor Cerise told me about your little venture, I figured, 'why not.' Let's have an outside researcher—someone who hasn't been bought—look into this. As you know, Paldea doesn't let any foreign scientists into its borders, which is already suspicious enough."

Gary listened, anxiously tapping a finger on the table. "Who are your colleagues?"

"Unimportant for now," Larry slurped down some tea, "next question."

Gary leaned forward, whispering as though they could be heard. "What are the Paradox Experiments?"

"A better question. Unfortunately, we aren't exactly sure." Larry grumbled, going quiet for a moment while the waitress brought in their food. A steaming bowl of soba noodle soup garnished with green onion appeared in front of both of them. "You didn't want the rice balls, trust me," Larry remarked off handedly, grabbing chopsticks and a spoon. When the waitress left, the plain businessman began to eat with almost a sanctimonious gusto. "Okay…so…what I know—what my colleagues know," Larry said in between slurps and ecstatic moans, "is that the experiments are highly dangerous. We have reports of incredibly powerful pokémon coming out of Area Zero— huge— pokémon. And weird ones. They don't appear to be from this dimension. So, we think Professor Turo—the mad man I mentioned earlier, used to work for the Academy and all that—well, we think he may be working on some portal to the past or present. Or to somewhere that shouldn't be accessed? But that's really all we think we know. We're not sure why he's doing it, and we don't know who is paying him."

Gary absorbed all of this information, his mind spinning. "What about the mysterious group of trainers…" the researcher found himself saying, "Who are they?"

"Honestly, I don't know," Larry leaned back and closed his eyes as though to think, "from what I hear, they sound like some elite, secret society accused of conspiring to control world affairs, by masterminding events and planting agents in governments and corporations, in order to gain political power and influence—at least that's what I read on a conspiracy theorists blog. It does sound very…far fetched, but I have to say there is a lot of evidence for their existence…whenever there are rumors of a powerful or legendary pokémon around, rumors of their involvement surfaces too."

"Well?" Gary was nearly on the edge of his seat. He hadn't taken a single bite of his soup, which had gone cold. "Do they have a name?"

It was now Larry's turn to look tense. He glanced furtively around as though to make sure they really did have the private room all to themselves. The rain continued to slap against the window, and the thunder's muffled roar echoed somewhere far off above the mountains.

The businessman then looked Gary dead in the eyes. His mouth moved slowly.

"The Explorers."

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As the evening light began to wane, casting a soft glow through the dormitory window, Ash and Goh found themselves amidst a scatter of belongings that would soon transform the space into a temporary home base for the foreseeable future. The room was simple but spacious, with two beds, desks, a shared wardrobe, and small kitchenette. The walls were mostly bare save for a map of Paldea and some colorful tiles in the kitchen to serve as decor.

Ash was busy arranging his pokéballs on the shelf above his desk and organizing the dresser with his new white button-down shirts and gray trousers that made up his school uniform. Pikachu nudged a stray pokéball back into its proper position with a gentle tap of its paw and brought Ash's ties for him to place into the drawers as well.

Goh, on the other hand, seemed less concerned with order and more with comfort, flopping down on his bed with a sigh. Grookey followed suit.

"Finally," Goh exhaled, looking around the room. "So, this is where we'll be spending most of our time 'studying' and all that."

Yeah," Ash responded with a smile, his eyes scanning the room. "And I fully intend to study and ace all my classes!" Ash raised an excited fist, "I mean, that's the only way I can challenge a gym leader around here."

Goh snorted. "You studying sounds like an oxymoron."

Ash narrowed his eyes towards his friend. "I can't say I see you being a model student," Ash mused, returning his attention to his clothes. He would apparently need to start wearing his uniform tomorrow. "Besides, you still haven't told me why you wanted to come here so badly."

"I did tell you," Goh yawned, taking out his Rotom Phone to flip through his Pokédex, "If I'm going to catch every pokémon ever, well then, that means I gotta catch 'em all in Paldea too."

"Yea, but attending their school seems counterintuitive," Ash took off his cap in front of his desk mirror and ran his fingers through his hair in a vain attempt to tame his unruly locks. "Shouldn't you be going out and adventuring if you wanted to catch a bunch of pokémon?"

"Did you just use the word 'counterintuitive'?" Goh looked amused.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Ash met Goh's stare with some irritation.

Goh shrugged and laughed. He returned to scrolling through his phone. "Yea, well I thought learning more about Paldea would help me catch their pokémon. Besides, there's always the weekend to do exploring, and then the Treasure Hunt. While you go around collecting your gym badges, I'll be catching my pokémon. It's more fun to do with company."

"That's true," Ash grinned, his expression returning to its light hearted self.

Seeing Ash's earnest trust made Goh feel a little guilty. "Well," the city boy began, "there is another reason. But you gotta swear not to say anything."

Ash raised an eyebrow. He turned away from the mirror to look directly at his best friend. "For sure."

Goh then related to Ash what he and Gary Oak had discussed—the rumors of legendary pokémon, the possibility of it being Mew, the mystery behind Area Zero, and his strange encounter with "the creepy guys."

"You think they were after Koraidon?" Ash asked suddenly, thinking hard about what Goh had said.

"Well, is Koraidon even a legendary?" Goh questioned.

"It definitely looks like one," Ash mused, looking to Pikachu for confirmation. His yellow companion nodded. "Both Koraidon and Miraidon looked really powerful. Koriadon is just injured, but it seemed to use two forms of the move Ancient Power. That or it had moves I'd never seen before."

"That sounds awesome," Goh looked up from his Rotom Phone. "I can't wait to see it!"

Ash chuckled, glancing at the pokéball with the strange symbol atop the release button as it sat on his shelf. His face fell, however, thinking about how Koraidon was still hurt. He knew that taking it to the Pokémon Center would cause a big scene. Maybe he could find Brock later tonight and he could look at the pokémon privately.

Ash's thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door and the sound of giggling. He looked at Goh, who only smirked and shrugged.

The young champion sighed and walked over to see who it was.

As Ash opened the door, he was greeted by a group of girls snickering just outside the threshold, their eyes sparkling with excitement as they saw the Pokémon Master. They clutched autograph books, posters, and even a few Pikachu plushies, all eagerly awaiting his signature. Blushing and slightly overwhelmed, Ash could only stammer, "Uh—hi!"

The girls batted their eyelashes and complimented him on his victories and bravery, all trying to outdo each other. One of them even shyly handed him a note with a number on it. Pikachu, perched on Ash's shoulder, waved its little paw at them, basking in the admiration more than its trainer.

"We just wanted to meet Scarlet Academy's newest Battle School student," one girl, her hair long and black, said adoringly.

Goh, sitting up on his bed, couldn't contain his amusement. He burst into laughter while Ash fumbled his way through the awkward small talk. He thanked the girls for their support and signed their items one by one. At last, the young champion managed to push the door back closed, but not without some resistance.

"Um, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you've actually become like a heartthrob or something," Goh was practically in tears, thoroughly enjoying his friend's unexpected predicament.

Ash, trying to maintain his composure, chuckled uneasily, his face turning slightly red.

"I guess that means you won't have any trouble finding a girlfriend when you want," Goh snorted, completely cracking up at the idea. Grookey was also bent over laughing hysterically.

"A girlfriend!?" Ash exclaimed, his face turning about as red as a cherri berry. "W—what are you talking about?!"

"Arceus, you're hopeless," Goh continued to laugh as he jumped out of bed and patted Ash in the shoulder with a knowing smirk, "Let's get to the mess hall. I'm starving."

Ash couldn't think of a better idea.

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"So have you decided what pokémon you're going to have with you in Paldea?" Nemona asked Ash excitedly just as he and Goh sat down across from her at one of the long polished tables arranged neatly in rows across the mess hall.

The mess hall was a bustling, welcoming space. The wooden tables were filled with students chatting animatedly over their meals. The hall's high ceilings and warm lighting give it a cozy yet grand atmosphere. The clatter of cutlery and the mix of aromas from a variety of dishes filled the air, as everyone enjoyed a well-deserved break after a day of unpacking and settling in.

"You going to let him eat first, Nemona?" Aliquis took a sip of his tart cider from a glass cup before throwing a berry towards his Meowscarada, who caught the fruit in its feline paws without looking.

Beside the blue-haired trainer, sat Ohara and her Fuecoco. The girl appeared intent on cleaning her deconstructed flute.

"I still can't believe we have a world champion here at Scarlet Academy!" Exclaimed a boy sitting with Nemona. He appeared cheerful and animated with a friendly demeanor. His short, light brown hair stood with a distinctive tuft sticking up at the front, while his rounded glasses gave him an intellectual appeal. He wore a light blue shirt neatly tucked into his gray trousers, projecting a casual yet studious look. "How amazing is that!?"

"Hohma, you'd be amazed to see a Squirtle swimming in a lake," Aliquis pointed out, eyeing the plump boy and the white-duckling pokémon by his side devouring a plate of fries.

"You're darn right I would be! It's extremely rare to see the Kanto starter around here!" Hohma nearly jumped from his seat, missing the point entirely.

Nemona ignored them, almost embarrassed by her friends except…they were some of the only close ones she really had. Nemona was not unaware of the fact that her fierce determination, competitive nature, and tendency towards perfectionism made her out to be a bit…too intense for some people. Though she was popular and admired around the school, not many people were eager to get close to her. Which was fine, she didn't care. Not that much at least.

"I've definitely given it some thought," Ash shrugged, driving a spoon into his bean soup. The next time he spoke, it was with a full mouth, "But I have some ideas. I did some research on some of the wild areas near the school and there are a couple pokémon I want to catch though. Think they'd make a good Paldean team."

"Oh, do tell!" Nemona giggled. Aliquis also looked interested.

However, Ash just gave them a crooked smile. "It's a secret!"

They group continued their friendly bantering, each getting to know the other, and even Ohara chimed in to impart some fun facts about the school to Ash and Goh.

"Oh! Aliquis," Nemona suddenly spoke up as though remembering something. Pawmo took the opportunity to steal its distracted trainer's spoon to finish off her patatas bravas . "Ash is going to try out for the Blitz Team next week!"

"No way!" Aliquis's eyes went wide. It was the first time Ash had actually seen the guy get excited about something. "We are so going to beat those Violet snobs this year! The Paldean Cup is ours!"

"Um—," before Ash could get a word in, Goh leaned back and asked his own question.

"Where even is Violet Academy?"

"East side," Hohma answered, slipping an alfajor into his mouth. "Of Mesagoza, I mean. We try not to run into them in the city."

"Yea, they're basically just a bunch of Team Star thugs at this point," Aliquis added, gritting his teeth. "They're just the worst."

"Team…Star…" Ash looked at Pikachu. He was getting PTSD from organizations that began with "Team."

"They're just a bunch of delinquent students, mostly for Violet Academy, who tend to bully students and sow discord," Nemona rolled her eyes, revealing her attitude towards the gang, "They have bosses all around the region, and sometimes they go as far as taking over raid battles and raising the stakes a little too high for anyone's liking. Also, they battle dirty. Doing whatever it takes to win and claiming whatever prize they see fit."

Ash and Goh listened, intrigued.

"Well well well, this table of losers keeps on growing."

Ash had barely begun to respond to Nemona when he was interrupted by a new voice, dripping with condescension. Turning around, Ash came face-to-face with a tall, silver-haired student throwing a pokéball casually up and down into his open palm. His sharp, gray eyes were fixed on Ash with an unmistakable air of superiority. Behind him, were about three other boys glaring at the young champion and his table.

"You must be Ash Ketchum, the 'world champion,'" the leader of the group intoned, his voice mocking the title as if it were self-appointed.

"Get out of here Brutus. You literally make everything less fun just by breathing," Nemona groaned. Aliquis twitched at her attempt of an insult and sighed.

"And I could 'literally' care less about what you think, Nemona. You won't be student champion for much longer," the silver haired trainer smiled defiantly, "and it won't be because Ash Ketchum here dethrones you."

The arrogance wafting off Brutus was almost palpable, and it seemed designed to provoke. Ash could tell the young man came from luxury. His white shirt had a silky sheen to it, his scarlet suspenders glinted with gold on the buckled, matching his cufflinks. The trainer's posture was relaxed yet imposing, a physical manifestation of his privileged background and the confidence—or vanity—that came with it.

Ash met Brutus's gaze evenly, unfazed. "Nice to meet you," he said, his voice steady. The young champion had met plenty of trainers like Brutus before.

"Can't say the same," Brutus beamed, amused, "I've watched your battles. Only think you got going for you is luck, and one day it's going to run out. Can't wait to be there when it does."

Brutus smirked, his eyes glinting with a challenge before sauntering away, his every step exuding the certainty of someone who never expected to lose.

"He is the worst thing to come from Galar," Aliquis growled, "and that's saying something, because they export black tea."

"Who exactly is he?" asked Goh, glaring daggers at the trainer and his posse.

"Brassius's son," Hohma answered, adjusting his spectacles. "Brassius is a gym leader in Artazon. Brutus grew up in Galar with his mom and transferred over to Scarlet Academy at the end of last year. Went on the Treasure Hunt, came back with some powerful pokémon, and has been a jerk since."

Ash chewed on a piece of bread and sighed. He was feeling pretty exhausted, and still he wanted to see if he could find Brock to give him Koraidon. "I'm getting tired. I might turn in," Ash announced, standing from his seat, "What time do we—,"

Nemona cut him off cheerily. "Orientation starts tomorrow at 9 am!" She could not look more excited even if she tried. "Be at the auditorium in your school uniform. And don't be late!"

"We sit in the back," Aliquis offered, shrugging as though trying to hide his own eagerness.

Ash grinned, "Sounds good. I'll see you all there!"

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In the quiet of the night, Ash found Brock waiting for him in the dimly lit school courtyard, the atmosphere serene and a stark contrast to the day's earlier bustle. They had agreed on a rendezvous point through a few Rotom Phone messages. When Ash finally arrived, Brock, with his usual calm and professional demeanor, acknowledged the young champion with a nod, ready to attend to the task at hand.

"There's a large examination room at the school's Pokémon Center," Brock was saying, "I say we go there now that it's closed. My new key card should give us access."

Ash nodded. "Sounds great. Let's go."

The moon cast a soft silver glow over the grounds as Ash and Brock made their way to the Pokémon Center nestled within the east wing of the campus.

Ash and Brock's footsteps echoed through the deserted halls of the ancient school. The usually vibrant walls, adorned with banners and artwork, stood silent witnesses to their purposeful strides. The faint glow from the overhead lights cast long shadows, making the familiar surroundings seem more mysterious and hushed through the school's slumbering corridors.

The Pokémon Center was silent at this hour. With a loud beep, Brock accessed the glass doors with his card. Inside the hallways echoed with the faint hum of healing machines and the occasional rustle of a resting pokémon in cots. They slipped through the corridors with ease, Brock's key card granting them further access to the pristine examination room, where an array of medical instruments and monitors awaited to aid in the assessment and recovery of Koraidon.

With great care, Ash released Koraidon from its Pokéball. The creature appeared weak but conscious, its breaths steady but labored.

"Koraidon?" Ash began.

The scarlet scaled creature looked up. It's gaze flitting between Ash, Brock, and its surroundings.

Sensing the pokémon's alarm, Ash placed a tentative, reassuring hand on its broad neck. "Hey, we just want to check on you real quick and then I'll have you go back in here," he lifted the pokéball, "to keep you safe. But maybe we can heal you a little first! So you feel better."

Whether it was resignation or an overall lack of energy, Koraidon simply plopped itself down on the cool floor, nearly unresponsive.

Brock approached with a gentle hand, his touch reassuring as he examined Koraidon, checking its vitals and assessing its injuries with a series of practiced movements.

He murmured softly himself, a mixture of medical jargon Ash did not quite understand. After a thorough examination, he turned to Ash, a look of measured concern on his face.

"Outwardly, everything seems…fine," Brock's voice tinged with mystery, "I mean there are no physical, external abrasions. Its vitals look good. Heart rate is maybe a tad slow, but…I can't put my finger on what's wrong."

Ash scratched his chin, thoughtful. "Maybe its energy is depleted?"

Brock scrunched his nose. "What do you mean?"

"Well, it used up a lot of its power when closing Miraidon's portal," Ash began to explain, "and that's when it really grew faint and weak. After doing that."

The pokémon doctor ran a hand through his spiky hair. "I've never heard of pokémon having power reserves that can be depleted…but then again, I've never examined a pokémon like this. Fainting and weariness usually comes from physical exertion or injuries not…internal power failures, if you will. I may be doing some research tonight."

Ash nodded. "Okay. Koraidon, return."

The pokémon put up no fight.

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The first light of dawn filtered through the dormitory window, casting a tranquil ambiance over the room as Ash began to stir. The excitement of the upcoming Orientation lingered in his mind, urging him to rise despite the early hour. With a gentle stretch and a yawn, he slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb Pikachu, who was still nestled in a cozy ball at the foot of his bed, and Goh, who was still snoring soundly.

He approached the shared wardrobe, retrieving the neatly pressed school uniform he had organized the night before. The crisp white button-down shirt waited for him, alongside the gray trousers that were now to become part of his daily attire. Ash dressed methodically, the fabric feeling unfamiliar yet official against his skin.

With the shirt buttoned and trousers fastened, he reached for the red tie, the color a bold contrast to the uniform's subdued tones. He looped it around his neck, and paused. He'd have to ask Goh how to tie it. He carried on, securing the suspenders firmly to the waistband of his trousers.

"Look at you," Goh mumbled, rubbing his eyes and groaning.

"I don't know about the suspenders," Ash sat down at his desk, glancing at his reflection in the mirror. He ran his fingers through his hair, the unruly locks resisting as always, but eventually submitting into a somewhat neater version of his usual style.

"No, they look good—trust me. Adds style," Goh pushed back his covers and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, groggily making his way into the early morning light that filled their room. The soft hues of dawn painted a peaceful scene as he stretched out the sleep from his limbs, his movements slow but gradually becoming more deliberate.

As Ash fidgeted with the tie, Goh approached, still in his sleepwear, his eyes half-closed yet focused. "Here, let me help with that," he offered, his fingers deftly moving to adjust the tie around Ash's collar, demonstrating a surprising knack for the task. With a few smooth motions, he fashioned the tie into a neat knot, giving it a final tug for a perfect fit.

"There," Goh said with a self-satisfied nod, stepping back to admire his handiwork. "Just stick with me, pal."

Pikachu and Grookey, now fully awake, chattered amongst themselves, watching the pair with keen interest. Pikachu's ears twitched as it observed the morning routine, while Grookey clambered onto Goh's vacant bed, playful and curious.

Goh then turned to his own uniform, laid out and ready. He slipped into the white button-down shirt, the fabric crisply contrasting with his casual night attire. He pulled on the gray trousers, mimicking Ash's earlier movements, and then selected a tie of his own, deftly looping it around his neck with practiced ease.

Goh caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, giving himself a quick nod of approval before running a hand through his hair, setting it into his usual neat style. With a final check to ensure everything was in place, Goh turned to face Ash, the two friends now mirroring each other in their new academic attire. Pikachu leaped from the desk to Ash's shoulder, while Grookey made a playful leap onto Goh's.

"We look pretty good, I gotta say," Goh smirked, looking back at his reflection. "Let's go."

Ash finished placing his hat on his head and threw open the door only to be surprised by a tall, older male student with a satchel of letters and notes slung across his shoulder. He wore a school hat over his black tightly curled hair.

" Hola, chicos . Call me Andrés. I'm the correspondence coordinator here at Scarlet Academy," Andrés grinned and fished out a gilt edged note with Ash's name on it.

"So you're the mailman?" Goh asked, folding his arms across his chest.

Andrés winced and looked a bit dejected. "Okay, yea, but I prefer the official title. I'm part of the student council after all!"

Ash took the note and turned it over quickly:

Appointment Confirmed: 9:00 a.m. Tomorrow. Looking forward to meeting with you, young monarch. D. Clavell.

"Thanks," Ash mumbled absently, wondering if Arven had something to do with this. He shoved the note in his pocket before he and Goh were finally able to leave the room.

The grandeur of Scarlet Academy's auditorium was imposing, a majestic space that seemed to stretch upwards endlessly, its high ceilings adorned with intricate patterns that whispered of antiquity and prestige. Mosaics of pokémon and battles of old limned their way across the plafond. Ash and Goh paused momentarily at the entrance, taking in the sight of the ornate decor, the arches and columns embellished with golden flourishes that caught the morning light streaming in through the tall windows.

They stepped in, their shoes making soft thuds on the plush carpet that lined the aisle. The rows of plush seats were gradually filling with a murmur of excited voices. A sea of orange and white flooded the room. The stage was set with a solitary podium, a silent centerpiece to the otherwise empty platform, waiting for its speaker to echo through the hallowed hall.

Ash's gaze wandered across the room, from the opulent balconies to the embellished wall panels, each detail meticulously crafted, a testament to the academy's heritage and commitment to excellence. The balconies appeared to be for faculty and staff. Ash started to search for Brock, but Goh nudged him, a reminder for them to proceed down the aisle.

As they made their way towards the back of the auditorium, the familiar faces of Aliquis, Ohara, and Hohma came into view. Aliquis was seated casually, his posture relaxed but with a shared sense of keen interest in the day's events. Hohma was the first to spot Ash and Goh, waving them over with a broad grin.

"Hey guys! Over here!" Hohma waved excitedly, his distinctive tuft of hair bouncing as he turned.

"Made it just in time," Aliquies commented, shifting to make space for Ash and Goh. The auditorium's acoustics carried his voice with clarity, even as it remained conversational and warm.

Ash and Goh slid into their seats beside their new friends, the comfortable familiarity between them a stark contrast to the grandiosity of their surroundings. Pikachu and Grookey settled into their respective trainers' laps, their curious eyes taking in the expanse of the auditorium.

"We look pretty sharp, don't we?" Ash said with a touch of pride, gesturing to their matching uniforms.

"Definitely a cut above the rest," Ohara giggled, exchanging glances with her Fuecoco. She gestured to an empty seat beside her, "Nemona is giving the opening speech and introducing Direct Clavell. She'll sit with us after."

"Director Clavell," Ash mused, his mind drifting to Arven. He made a mental note to not forget to find him before the ceremony tonight.

The buzz of conversation in the auditorium began to simmer down as the lights dimmed slightly, signaling the start of the Orientation. Every student turned their attention to the stage as a spotlight illuminated the podium, where Nemona, the student council president, stood poised to address the assembly. She was glowing in her uniform. She had changed from her shorts into a more formal skirt and her hair was let loose from its typical ponytail—the brown curls falling to her hips.

She cleared her throat, her voice resonating with confidence that filled the expansive room. "Welcome, fellow students, esteemed faculty, and honored guests to the beginning of another exciting year at Scarlet Academy," she began, her eyes sweeping across the sea of orange and white, "I am Nemona, your student council president, and I am thrilled to guide you through today's events."

"As we embark on this academic year together, we have a day filled with activities designed to integrate you into our vibrant community. The morning will hear from our director before we commence with a comprehensive tour of our esteemed institution for new students, giving you a glimpse into the life and legacy of Scarlet Academy. You will have the opportunity to visit information kiosks, each one a window into the various disciplines and clubs that make our school unique."

As she spoke, Aliquis yawned. "This is going to be a long day," he rubbed his eyes. His Meowscarada appeared to be already asleep in the chair beside him, its arms folded across its green chest.

Nemona continued, her tone conveyed the importance of each word, ensuring it reached every corner of the auditorium. "While we encourage you to explore Mesagoza for lunch, please join us for dinner at the Great Hall, where you can savor the culinary delights of Paldea prepared by our very own culinary arts department." Her smile widened as she continued, glancing every so often down at her notes, "After dinner, we will gather at the Lugia Amphitheater for the Welcome Night Ceremony, a time-honored tradition where we celebrate our shared passions and look forward to the year ahead. Professor Lebarón has prepared an exhilarating showcase featuring a very special guest to kick off our Contest Season and announce our new Performance Track. Overall, Orientation Week will be a time to unite, to make new friends, and to renew our commitment to growth, both academically and personally."

"That's right!" Hohma jumped in his seat and adjusted his spectacles, "Scarlet Academy is offering performance classes this year to students studying Pokémon Coordinating! Should be very interesting."

"Does Paldea have Pokémon Performances?" Ash asked quickly, so quickly that Goh even looked at him strangely. Ash seemed to be confused by his own hasty reaction and shrugged and rubbed his nose. "I—I just hadn't heard of them since Kalos," he offered unconvincingly.

"From what I hear, they've been trying to bring performances to the region for a while," Ohara tapped her flute against her cheek, "but from what I've read, Pokémon Performing has seemed to be gaining traction here, especially because—,"

"Shh!" A few students in the rows ahead turned to glare at the talkative group. "Our fearless leader is speaking!"

Aliquis snorted.

With a pause that drew in the audience, Nemona concluded, "Scarlet Academy's motto, 'Unity in Knowledge, Harmony in Spirit: Excelling Together with pokémon,' is a testament to our collective mission. It's a call to strive for excellence in our studies, to foster harmony with our pokémon, and to excel together in every endeavor."

As the applause began to rise, Nemona gestured toward the wings of the stage, "And now, it is my distinct honor to introduce a man who embodies our values and leads our school with unwavering dedication, Director Clavell, the director of Scarlet Academy."

Director Clavell, with his distinguished presence, stepped onto the stage with an air of quiet authority. His attire was an elegant mix of traditional and modern, featuring a bright orange blazer that commanded attention, sharply contrasted with crisp white trousers. Underneath the blazer, he wore a white shirt paired with a deep purple cravat, which added a touch of sophistication to his ensemble. His silver hair was styled neatly, with his glasses perched precisely, reflecting the light as he surveyed the audience with a genial gaze.

He raised his hand in a gentle wave, acknowledging the auditorium with a friendly gesture that softened his formal appearance. His other hand rested casually in his pocket, where a couple of pokéballs were clipped onto his blazer. Clavell's demeanor was both welcoming and composed as he prepared to address the eager students before him. His posture and attire spoke of a lifetime dedicated to education and the nurturing of young minds, both human and pokémon alike.

Director Clavell stood at the podium, his eyes sweeping over the sea of young, expectant faces before him. With a warm smile, he began, "Welcome, students, to another remarkable year at Scarlet Academy. It is my profound pleasure to greet you all, the future pioneers of the pokémon world.

"As we stand on the cusp of new beginnings, remember that each of you carries the potential to shape our society alongside pokémon. Here, within these hallowed halls and vibrant fields, you will not only acquire knowledge but also learn the values of camaraderie, responsibility, and innovation. Everything you learn will culminate into the Treasure Hunt, where you will explore this great region and carve your own tale in the land's terrain."

As he listened, Ash decided that he liked Clavell immensely. He had a feeling that he could trust him, and was eager to meet with him to speak about Koraidon.

"Scarlet Academy is more than an institution" Clavell continued, "it is a community where every challenge is an opportunity for growth, and every success is a shared joy. All will be challenged, from the aspiring breeder to the most accomplished champion," Clavell continued evenly, and Ash knew the words sought him out in the crowd, "We are united in our mission to excel together with pokémon, blending tradition with exploration, and learning with laughter."

The director smiled. "So, embrace the journey ahead, cherish the friendships you'll forge, and let your curiosity lead you to greatness. Welcome to a place where your dreams are nurtured, and your spirits soar. Welcome to Scarlet Academy."

As Director Clavell's speech concluded, a wave of applause rippled through the auditorium, rising to a crescendo that filled the space with vibrant energy. The sound was a symphony of respect and enthusiasm, with students clapping vigorously, their faces alight with anticipation for the year ahead.

Nemona stepped up once again with a smile, her presence drawing the room to a focused silence after the thunderous applause. "Thank you, Director Clavell, for those inspiring words," she said. "Now, let's carry this excitement forward as we break for our first activity of the day. New students, please follow your designated guides for your tour. Everyone else, please meet with your Track Professors and Academic Cohorts before visiting the information kiosks. Let the journey begin!"

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After exploring the state-of-the-art classrooms equipped with the latest technology for interactive learning, expansive libraries, athletic fields, battle arenas, and cutting-edge laboratories; Ash and Goh and their pokémon finally managed to slip away from their "boring tour" to find themselves in the bustling courtyard, now transformed into a hub of exploration with information kiosks representing the academy's diverse clubs and academic tracks. Each kiosk was a vibrant showcase of opportunities, from research societies delving into pokémon ecology to tech clubs focused on the latest in pokéball innovation.

After waving to Brock, who was standing by the booth for the poké-med students, Ash and Goh checked in at the Battle School booth where they reunited with Nemona, who stood waving at them with an enthusiastic grin. She gave them a stack of notebooks, battling gloves, and a whole slew of miscellaneous supplies that nearly toppled them over.

"Guys!" Nemona practically squealed, causing Goh to wince. "Meet Professor Dendra! She's going to be our Battle Studies,"

Professor Dendra stood confidently before them, her long, dark hair neatly framing her face with two strands tied in front for a stylish yet serious appearance. She was dressed in a form-fitting black outfit adorned with golden accents. The gloves on her hands were fitted with protective bracers, hinting at her hands-on experience in combat training. Her eyes were sharp and focused, mirroring a mind well-versed in strategy, while a slight smirk played on her lips, "Ash Ketchum. Your coming to Paldea has sent quite a buzz around the Battle School." Dendra looked the young champion over as though appraising his stature, "I hope you'll allow us to teach you some things, despite your title and rank."

Ash smiled above his stack of materials. "I know there's a lot I still have to learn, so I'm ready."

Dendra nodded appreciatively, impressed by his eagerness and humility. "That's the right attitude. See you at the arena."

Ash was about to reply, but Nemona grabbed his and Goh's arms and began to pull them away. "Alright, now to sign you both up for Blitz tryouts. Goh, you can throw a ball, right?"

"Um," Goh's reply got lost in the crowd.

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The day began to wane as the golden hues of the evening sun cast a warm glow over Scarlet Academy. Students and faculty alike gradually made their way from the courtyard's excitement to the Great Hall, where the clinking of cutlery and the murmur of satiated conversations filled the air. Dinner was a lively affair, with animated discussions about the day's events and the anticipation of the Welcome Ceremony to follow.

Ash, having finished his meal, felt a flutter of urgency as he remembered his appointment with Arven in the library. He also had hardly seen Brock all day, and he was wondering when he'd get a chance to update him.

"We gotta go meet Arven," Ash said to Goh, who was still enjoying a lemon gelato.

"But," Goh and Grookey both frowned into the dessert before abandoning it.

"Hey, I'm coming too!" Nemona exclaimed from across the table, her and her Pawmo's mouth full of churro, "I'm just as involved in all of this."

"Of course you are," Goh mused, scraping the floor with his chair. "You must be obsessed with Ash, or something."

"Absolutely," Nemona grinned, completely unashamed, "but as an aspiring champion. Romantically, I like blondes."

Goh actually laughed. He looked at Nemona anew, sort of admiring her bold nature. She reminded him of a good friend he had back home. Goh shouldered his backpack and began to follow Ash. Nemona threw her hair up, which had been down all day, into her characteristic ponytail before excusing herself from the others at the table as well.

They group left the buzz of the dining hall behind as they and their pokémon made their way through the quieter corridors of the academy. The evening light filtered through the tall windows, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air, a peaceful prelude to the night's upcoming festivities.

Ash ended up being glad that Nemona had come, as she easily guided them to the library's large oak doors, intricate carvings depicting scenes of legendary pokémon and scholarly pursuit chiseled into the wood. The heavy doors stood firmly closed, their silence in contrast to the animated discussion unfolding outside.

Arven, with his usual disheveled look further marred by distress, leaned against a weathered stone pillar. The fine lines of worry on his forehead were etched deeper than usual, and his normally bright eyes had dulled. The Mabosstiff at his side mirrored his condition, its stance weak and its eyes listless.

"I couldn't find Clavell," Arven began, appearing to be in no mood for bantering. "And I've been hunting him down the past thirty-six hours! On top of everything, I feel like I'm getting a cold…"

"Oh stop whining," Nemona's tone was stern, but carried a note of camaraderie as she chided Arven, dispelling the tension with her pragmatic presence. There was a brisk efficiency demeanor, her eyes sharp, cutting through Arven's uncertainty like a Scyther through berry bushes. "I could have told you it was going to be impossible. The only time I was able to speak to Clavell was for three seconds just before going out on stage this morning. I even tried to find him after but he was gone."

Arven's posture deflated. "Well, now what?"

Ash pulled out the gilt-edged note still in his pocket. "Wait, so you didn't set this up?" Ash handed Arven the appointment note from Director Clavell.

Nemona read the words looking over Arven's shoulder. "Oh this is perfect!" The student council president beamed. "Looks like we don't need to look for Clavell after all. He's found us! Or Ash, at least. Makes sense he wants to speak with you."

"Why's that?" Ash asked, bemused. He adjusted his cap and took back the note.

Arven shrugged. "You're a champion and famous. He might want to welcome you personally."

The moment of contemplation and conversation was abruptly sliced by the sonorous peal of a bell. Its deep, resonant tolling swept across the academy grounds, a clarion call that vibrated through the very stones of the library façade. The sound was rich and commanding, demanding attention from every corner of the campus.

Nemona's eyes sparkled with urgency as the bell's reverberation signaled the imminent event. "The Welcome Ceremony! We have to go!" she exclaimed, her voice pitching with excitement. She became a whirlwind of energy, her dynamism as infectious as it was directive. Without waiting for a response, she spun on her heel, her ponytail swinging with the motion, and started off at a brisk pace.

"Come on, this way!" she called over her shoulder, Pawmo smiling as her figure cutting a determined path through the throng of students now converging from all directions. Arven, Ash, and Goh fell into step behind her, the former two sharing a quick, excited glance as they hustled after their animated guide with their pokémon.

Nemona weaved through the groups of students with the agility of a feline dodging obstacles, her focus unwavering. They passed under archways and by grand statues, the echoes of the bell still dancing in the air, until they spilled out onto the open expanse near the athletic fields.

There, the Lugia Amphitheater unfolded before them, its design inspired by the majestic wings and undulating form of the Legendary pokémon it was named after. The sweeping arcs of the seating embraced the stage, which was set against a backdrop of the open sky and the sprawling academy fields. The structure bespoke a masterful blend of nature and craftsmanship, the stone seating rising naturally from the earth as if grown rather than built.

As Ash and company approached, the amphitheater was already filling with students, a sea of uniforms rippling with the movement of bodies finding their seats. The anticipation in the air was palpable, a shared excitement for the traditional start-of-year address and the festivities that would follow.

Nemona didn't slow until they reached the amphitheater's entrance, where she paused to ensure her group was intact. "Alright, we'll grab seats near the front. I hate that Aliquis always makes us sit in the back, but we can't miss this. I hear the performance tonight is going to be amazing ," she stated, the role of president resurfacing in her command.

With a swift gesture, Nemona beckoned them to follow her down the stone steps, her enthusiasm serving as a beacon as they navigated their way to prime viewing spots. Even when they settled in, her bright eyes swept across the crowds until she found Aliquis and Hoham sitting in the upper stone benches with their pokémon. Spotting her friends, Nemona energetically waved and shouted their names, drawing amused and curious glances from the surrounding crowd. Her calls cut through the hum of pre-ceremony conversations, turning heads and drawing a mix of chuckles and shushes from the audience.

Aliquis and Hohma, recognizing the futility of ignoring Nemona's spirited summons, gathered their things and their pokémon, making their way down to join the group. Their arrival beside Nemona brought a satisfied grin to her face, her outburst quelled for the moment by their compliance. Together, the expanded group settled in, their collective presence adding to the vibrant energy of the ceremony about to unfold.

"You can really draw attention, you know that?" Aliquis let out a breath, a faint sheen of perspiration on his brow. He and Meowscarada stood side by side, arms crossed, sharing a look of chagrin that silently conveyed their wish to momentarily blend into the background.

"Where's Ohara?" Ash asked with a friendly smile that Pikachu mirrored.

"She's a part of the symphony! They're playing during the Ceremony," Hohma informed happily.

"What exactly is this Ceremony?" Goh asked, "Or what should we expect, exactly?"

"The Welcome Ceremony," Nemona began, her hands gesturing to encompass the significance of the event—behind her both Aliquis and Arven rolled their eyes—"is more than just an introduction. It's a grand tradition here at Scarlet Academy, one that marks the start of our journey together each year." Her eyes gleamed with the reflection of countless ceremonies past, a mix of reverence and excitement in her voice.

"We'll be ushered in with the ringing of the Academy Bell," she continued, "which you've already heard. It's not just any bell, but a symbol of the school's legacy, calling us to assemble and embrace the year ahead." She paused, ensuring Goh and Ash's full attention was with her.

"The ceremony officially opens with Director Clavell introducing the faculty." Nemona's hands came together, "Each professor will showcase a pokémon and perform some super awesome move that will become kind of like their signature. Following that, the orchestra will perform traditional Paldean music," Nemona's fingers tapped a rhythm on her forearm, mimicking the beat of past performances, "and some years they have student Coordinators put on a show, but this year, I hear that there's an actual pokémon performer all the way from Kalos here to give a special performance!"

Ash's eyes widened and he nearly stumbled over his words. "Wait—what?!" he sputtered, a sense of disbelief washed over him, leaving him momentarily breathless and a bit dizzy.

"Pika, pi!" Pikachu chirped happily on Ash's lap.

"Sounds pretty cool," Goh admitted, looking at his Grookey with some excitement.

Before Ash could ask another question, the ambiance of the amphitheater shifted, signaling the start of the ceremony. The once vibrant flames that flickered around the perimeter of the amphitheater started to wane, their light succumbing to a subtler brilliance. Simultaneously, the inlaid lights within the amphitheater's floor sparked to life, casting a gentle luminescence that bathed the stone steps in a warm, inviting glow.

The chatter of the crowd softened into a collective hush, anticipation hanging thick in the air. The stage, previously in semi-darkness, was now illuminated by a series of spotlights that carved out a space for the ceremony to unfold. These beams of light focused on the central podium and the area where the faculty would soon make their appearances, each spotlight waiting to highlight the pokémon performances and the orchestral ensemble poised to grace the stage.

Above, the sky deepened into a richer shade of twilight, the transition from day to night adding a natural grandeur to the proceedings. The air felt charged, every breath filled with the promise of the spectacle to come. The architecture of the amphitheater seemed to come alive as the lights traced the contours and edges of its design, making the stone appear to ripple and flow like the ocean waves associated with the majestic pokémon.

As the crowd's anticipation reached its peak, Director Clavell, along with the esteemed faculty of Scarlet Academy, made a dignified entrance onto the stage. They were attired in traditional professorial robes, a sight that commanded respect and admiration.

Director Clavell stood at the forefront, his robe exuding a sense of authority and wisdom. It was a deep, rich sunburst color, signifying his esteemed position, with intricate gold trimmings along the edges and the sleeves. The fabric flowed gracefully as he moved, reflecting the prestige of his office. Embroidered on the chest was the academy's emblem, a symbol of his dedication and leadership.

The faculty members, each distinguished in their field, wore robes of various deep hues - navy blues, forest greens, and regal purples, each color possibly signifying their specific disciplines. The robes were accented with fine details - velvet collars, embroidered cuffs, and golden tassels. These embellishments caught the light as they moved, adding a sense of academia and history to their presence.

Ash caught sight of Brock in a dark blue robe, standing stalwartly among the other professors.

Director Clavell stood at the podium, his voice resonating with authority and warmth as he addressed the assembly. "Scarlet Academy," he began, his words echoing across the hushed amphitheater. He gestured gracefully to the line of distinguished faculty behind him, each waiting to be introduced.

"Allow me to introduce our esteemed faculty, the pillars of our academy's excellence," he said, his hand sweeping towards the first of the group. "Chairwoman Geeta, our esteemed chairwoman of the school board, whose visionary leadership continues to guide us towards greatness." Geeta acknowledged the applause with a dignified nod, her presence commanding and wise.

Next to her stood Jacq, the biology teacher, whose keen eyes sparkled with a curiosity for the natural world. "Jacq," Director Clavell continued, "brings a world of knowledge about the biological wonders of pokémon to our students."

Then came Tyme, the mathematics teacher, whose sharp mind was as precise as the numbers and equations he so passionately taught. Salvatore, the languages teacher, received a warm introduction next, his warm smile was a testament to his approachable teaching style. The director's gaze then shifted to Raifort, the history teacher, whose keen understanding of the past helped shape the minds of the future. "Raifort, our historian, ensures our students are well-versed in the events that have shaped our world."

Dendra stood tall and confident while she was introduced, followed by Hassel, the art teacher, a creative spark in his eyes, as he received his introduction. The Home Economics teacher, Saguaro, received a warm acknowledgement, as did Miriam, the school nurse, who was introduced with a note of gratitude.

The introduction of Guillermo Lebarón, the Coordinator Studies teacher, was met with nods of respect and sighs from the women in the audience as his striking figure was illuminated by the stage lights. He issued forth a brilliant smile that sent the audience clapping a little harder and the faculty behind him to exchange knowing glances.

Finally, Director Clavell introduced Brock, Scarlet Academy's newest medical professor, with evident esteem. "And Brock, whose knowledge in pokémon medical care is not just a profession but a calling. His dedication to health and healing is an inspiration to us all."

The professors all then began to take out their pokémon and perform short, playful choreographed spectacles. Ash and Goh cheered loudly for Brock, increasing their volume when it was the poké doctor's turn. He released his Croagunk, and immediately—with a flourish—Brock and Croagunk both pivoted on one foot, bringing their other leg up in a swift, arcing motion. The Low Kicks were executed with precision and control and done in unison. The two then returned to a playful, fighting stance.

"Nice!" Ash laughed, looking down at Pikachu, who also cheered.

As the evening progressed, the faculty having been fully introduced, gentle strains of the orchestra began to fill the air. Ash's nerves began to ease.

The orchestra played on, their melodies unfolding in a tapestry of whimsical, fantasy-like tunes. The notes were light and airy, weaving through the air like leaves dancing in a gentle breeze. It was as if each chord and melody was plucked from a fairy tale, full of wonder and enchantment.

Then, Ohara's flute solo began, and it was as if time itself had paused. The sound was pure and hauntingly beautiful, each note ringing out clear and true.

As they finished, most of the students all clapped respectfully, except for a few boisterous voices that found full-bellied stadium hollering humorously appropriate for the scene. Goh and Ash laughed at the jokesters while Nemona looked around, irritated with a Braviary eye, hoping to stare down the ne'er-do-wells.

"Okay, the next performance is starting," she whispered excitedly to everyone, clutching Aliquis's arm with a vice grip.

"Yea, ow, we see!" Aliquis struggled beneath her exuberant hold.

"Are you sweating?" Hohma and his Quaxley stared uneasily at Arven, who appeared to be adjusting the collar of his shirt uncomfortably.

Arven tried not to breathe abnormally. "Anticipating anything gives me anxiety."

They all looked at him strangely.

"That doesn't help either," he muttered.

As part of the orchestra began to clear away, Ash recognized Professor Lebarón, who took center stage with his commanding presence, captivating the audience instantly. His strikingly handsome features, polished and dark, were accentuated by the dramatic flair of his purple robes that billowed behind him like the majestic wings of a dragon-type pokémon. His confident stride and charismatic aura seemed to draw the crowd's attention effortlessly.

Ash and Goh couldn't help but notice the reaction he elicited from many of the female students around them. A chorus of sighs rippled through the crowd, and several students were seen dreamily placing their hands beneath their chins, eyes fixed on the professor. Even Nemona, usually so unfazed, sported a faint blush on her cheeks at the sight of him.

"I thought you liked blondes," Goh teased, his Grookey snickering on his lap.

Nemona met his remark with a playful and unashamed grin. "There are always exceptions," she winked.

Professor Lebarón cleared his throat, his voice rich and engaging as he addressed the gathering. " Damas y caballeros , as you may know, the Contest Department is now offering pokémon Performance as an optional minor. This exciting new discipline showcases a pokémon's capabilities and skills displaying their moves and characteristics for entertainment. Similar to how Pokémon Coordinators show off their pokémon on the Performance Stage of a Pokémon Contest, the key difference is that Performers must involve themselves in the performances, and therefore must be equally as talented as their partners."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the audience. "But instead of explaining in detail, I believe it's better to show you what this entails." There was a hint of a smile on his lips, as if he was sharing a secret.

With a dramatic gesture, he turned to the wings of the stage. "And who better to demonstrate the beauty and elegance of pokémon Performances than a master in the art. May I introduce: The Kalos Queen herself, here in Paldea!"

He stepped back and the stage went dark for a series of heartbeats. The anticipation in the amphitheater was palpable. Nemona went from clutching Aliquis to squeezing Pawno in her excitement. Arven began hyperventilating. Across the stands, a whispered flood repeating the name "Serena" washed over Ash, who appeared as still as a statue in his seat. Pikachu was going crazy, bouncing up and down in his lap. Goh was about to ask what the big deal was, when the lights to the stage returned and the Kalos Queen erupted from the dark.

The stage lights burst back to life, revealing a girl—a stunning girl—in a captivating costume, a perfect blend of traditional Paldean style and contemporary flair. The fitted top piece was bathed in a deep, vibrant red hue, adorned with elegant gold accents along the neckline and edges. Her sleeves were dramatic, starting snug at the shoulders and then flowing into bell shapes with gold-edged, ruffled flares. The midriff-baring design lent a modern, alluring touch while her skirt sat high on her waist, accentuating her figure, and cascaded down in a flowing, asymmetrical cut. The fabric was rich and voluminous, featuring a daring leg slit, edged with ornate gold detailing that matched the top.

The entire crowd shocked into silence as the first strings of a guitar wafted into the cool night air; the hauntingly slow cadence plucked with precision.

And Serena smiled ebulliently, beginning to move. Delphox, Pancham, and Sylveon flared out behind her. The performer seemed to move with a grace that transcended the rhythm. Her movements were fluid and graceful like the soft flames of a newly ignited fire. The red and gold costume shimmered with each step, the ruffles fluttering like fiery tendrils, mirroring the passion of the music.

Delphox, elegant and mystical, moved in harmony with Serena. Its tail flickered and danced; the flame on its stick casting a warm, ethereal glow that complemented the gold accents of Serena's outfit. The creature's movements were dignified and poised, each step and turn executed with a practiced majesty.

Pancham hopped and twirled, its actions punctuating the music with bursts of joyful energy while Sylveon glided alongside Serena. Its ribbon-like feelers flowed in the air, creating a visual spectacle that was both delicate and mesmerizing. The pokémon's elegant movements were in perfect sync with the rhythm, adding a layer of enchantment to the performance.

As the performance progressed, the music began to shift; the slow, haunting melody of the guitar gradually picking up pace with members in the orchestra beginning to clap in complex, syncopated rhythms. The notes became more rapid, more fiery, echoing the evolving intensity of the performance. The guitarist strummed with fervor while the percussionists clapped castanets and drummed cajónes, their fingers and hands a blur. The music swelled, embodying the fiery spirit of the show, each note seemingly igniting the air around them.

Serena responded to this change with a stunning transformation in her dance. Her movements became more pronounced, her feet tapping and stamping with precision and fervor. She twirled and stomped, her skirt swirling around her, the gold accents catching the light and sparkling like tiny embers. Her arms moved with dramatic flourishes, the bell sleeves enhancing her expressive gestures.

As the tempo increased, Serena raised an arm towards her starter. "Delphox, time for Fire Spin!" she called, and Delphox issued forth a flickering flame that danced and swirled around the stage in a mesmerizing display.

Serena then turned and nodded to Pancham, "Dark Pulse!"

The panda Pokémon joined in the spectacle. The dark energy melded seamlessly with the flames, casting them in shades of black and purple that created a stunning, almost otherworldly aura around Serena. The multi-colored fire encircled her in a dazzling, yet controlled ring of flames and darkness.

"Sylveon!" Serena called, laughing, "Take the stage!"

With a delighted yip, Sylveon conjured a radiant blue sphere. The light emanated from it in a soft but powerful glow, enveloping Serena in a protective cocoon. This ethereal shield ensured that the flames, while visually stunning, remained a safe distance from both the performer and the audience.

Nemona was absolutely enchanted, her eyes sparkling with wonder and admiration. "This girl is incredible! Guys are you seeing this?" She leaned forward in her seat, her usual energetic demeanor softened into a rapt, almost dreamlike state. Every graceful move from Serena and her pokémon seemed to cast a spell over her, drawing her deeper into the magic of the performance. Even Pawmo was mesmerized.

Aliquis and Goh were gawking, their expressions a mix of awe and disbelief. Aliquis's mouth was slightly agape, his usual cool composure replaced by a sudden fascination while Goh just stared. A blush crept along Hohma's face and he shifted awkwardly, adjusting his spectacles. Arven had calmed himself down and was now watching the stage with a rare look of still admiration. His eyes followed each movement on stage with a keen interest, nodding slightly in appreciation of the skill and artistry on display.

"She's good," Arven acknowledged, and it was perhaps the most elaborate compliment he had paid anyone in months.

Nemona whipped towards him. "That's all you have to say! She is literally flawless and—,"

All of the guys snapped towards her with a passionate, "Shhhh!" before energetically returning to enjoy the show.

Ash, meanwhile, was utterly speechless; his usual energy and enthusiasm replaced by a stunned silence. He sat motionless, completely captivated by the performance—by her . She was here! In Paldea! And she was Kalos Queen—but he knew that. Of course he knew that. He had kept tabs on her…like he did all his friends.

What he didn't know was why he was feeling warm . Or why couldn't he look away from her or say her name or cheer for her. Why did he feel nervous sitting there, staring at her? Why did he feel self-conscious all of a sudden? Ash couldn't explain it. His mind was drawing a blank.

Serena's smile was radiant. As the performance approached its climax, the intensity on stage reached a breathtaking crescendo. The whirlwind of fire and darkness conjured by Delphox and Pancham began to slowly dissipate, the flames retracting and the dark pulses fading into the night. Sylveon's radiant blue sphere gently dissolved, the protective light waning, signaling the end of their spectacular display.

Serena's dance movements gradually softened, her fiery steps transitioning into slower, more graceful motions. Her blue eyes pierced the night and Ash willed for them to find him.

The rhythm of the guitar followed suit, the once rapid and fervent strumming now returning to a softer, more melodic cadence. The castanets and deep drumming of the cajó n ceased. The vibrant red of her costume seemed to glow in the dimming stage lights, the gold accents shimmering softly as she twirled for the final time.

Delphox, Pancham, and Sylveon converged around Serena, their movements synchronizing in a harmonious finale. Delphox's flames extinguished with a final, elegant flicker. Pancham's playful demeanor settled into a calm poise, and Sylveon's ribbons gently wrapped around itself, concluding their part in the performance with a serene grace.

As the last note of the guitar echoed through the amphitheater, Serena ended her dance in a poised and elegant stance, her arms extended, and her head held high. The stage lights dimmed to a soft glow, framing her and her pokémon in a final, breathtaking tableau.

For a moment, there was a hushed silence, the audience completely captivated by her. Then, as if on cue, the amphitheater erupted into thunderous applause and cheers. The crowd rose to their feet in a roar, leaving Ash still seated and smiling because her eyes had found his.

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"Ash"…

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"Ash…Ash…ASH!"

Startled, Ash's gaze snapped away from the now vacant stage. "What?" He looked perplexed, his attention abruptly pulled back to the present.

Goh, positioned in front of him, looked both amused and slightly annoyed. "I've been trying to get your attention for the last five minutes!" he said, his tone a mix of exasperation and concern.

Nemona's voice cut through, vibrant and full of excitement. "Guys! That was insane! She's so talented!" Her eyes shone as she looked expectantly at the group, eagerly waiting for their reactions. She had clasped hands with an excited Pawmo, who was jumping up and down in her trainer's lap.

Goh, however, was more focused on the world champion. "What's your deal? You look like you've just seen a really scary Haunter," he remarked, scrutinizing Ash's expression.

Nemona too observed Ash with a curious gaze. "You do look a bit flushed," she commented, a hint of concern in her voice.

"What? No, I don't!" Ash quickly scratched his nose, adjusting his cap. "I was just… thinking."

"Thinking," Goh echoed, his tone suggesting this was a novel concept in relation to Ash. He glanced back at the stage where Clavell was beginning to reappear, then back at Ash, his eyes narrowing with suspicion.

"You know," Goh mused, "that girl looked really familiar." His blue eyes sharpened as he studied Ash.

"Did she?" Ash chuckled uneasily, clearing his throat.

"She might look familiar because advertisements for her performances are everywhere across the city," Arven chimed in, "and soon to be in every guy's dorm room."

Ash turned abruptly towards Arven. "Why would people have a picture of Serena in their rooms?" he blurted out, then winced, realizing the way he said her name gave him away.

"I knew it!" Goh's finger jabbed towards Ash accusingly. "You know her!"

"She, uh, is kinda a good friend I used to travel with," Ash confessed, his hand rubbing the back of his head, a flurry of memories crossing his mind.

"Good friend, huh?" Goh's tone was incredulous, his glance shifting between Ash and Grookey. "Is she the girl from the dock in Lilycove? The one Chloe went on and on about for like days after?"

Ash's response was tangled in a mix of nostalgia and confusion. He couldn't think straight. Suddenly, all he could think of—as if the memory had somehow finally overridden his defenses—was Serena's lips on his all those years ago. Remembering the impression of her left Ash simultaneously cold and warm, numb and tingly.

Nemona latched onto Ash's sleeve. "If you know her, you have to go say hi!" Her eyes sparkled with excitement. "And then you have to introduce all of us!"

Before Ash could reply, Clavell's voice filled the amphitheater, drawing everyone's attention back to the stage.

"As we conclude our Welcome Ceremony this evening, let us carry forward the spirit of excellence and creativity that we have witnessed here," Director Clavell's gaze swept over the sea of faces before him, a look of pride evident in his eyes, "Let it remind us of the boundless potential within each of us, and the powerful bond we share with our pokémon companions."

He raised his hands, encompassing the entire amphitheater in his gesture. His voice grew softer, yet remained clear and compelling. "I wish each of you an enriching and fulfilling year. May your Treasure Hunts be as enlightening as they are enjoyable. Thank you all for being part of this magnificent evening."

With those final words, Director Clavell stepped back, the lights on the stage dimming slightly as the audience erupted into another round of applause. The ceremony had officially come to a close, leaving a buzz of excitement and a sense of anticipation for the year ahead.

Immediately, Ash rose from his seat.

xxxxx

Serena placed her cool hands on her cheeks, hoping to tame the flush veining its way up her neck. She glanced around, thankful that for a moment, she was alone.

In the midst of the roaring applause and the buzz of the departing crowd, Serena stood in seclusion behind the amphitheater stage, her heart racing in her chest, an uncontrollable tumult of emotions tumbling within her. Her pokémon, Delphox, Pancham, and Sylveon, gazed at her with a mix of concern and curiosity. They hadn't seen him.

But she had.

And he had seen her. He had seen her performance. Had seen her be introduced as Kalos Queen.

What did he think? The question pulsated in her mind, a drumbeat that matched the rhythm of her racing heart.

For a moment, she allowed herself the luxury of solitude, away from the eyes of the world, to process the whirlwind of feelings that his presence had stirred up. It was a complicated mix – pride in her achievements, the thrill of her performance, and an old, familiar fluttering in her heart.

Serena had long since buried her feelings for Ash, channeling her focus and energy into becoming a successful performer. She had convinced herself that what she felt for him was just a childhood crush, something she would outgrow with time and distance. She had even come to terms with the idea of them being just friends, a notion she had carefully nurtured in her mind to protect her heart. And for a long time, she had even been successful in keeping her thoughts of him at bay. When she'd seen him at Lilycove…well, she had truly been satisfied with their interaction. It was the most "Ash" encounter she could've asked for. Serena had even been content enough to let him go; to be grateful for what he'd meant to her, but to be okay with the possibility of…

But now, seeing him again, those carefully constructed walls were crumbling and she did not have the hands to Ash the breaking walls and put them back up. The feelings she thought she had tamed surged back with an intensity that took her by surprise. It was as if his presence had reawakened a part of her she thought she had left behind.

Serena took a deep breath, her hands dropping to her sides as she sought to regain her composure. If he approached her, she needed to be ready. She couldn't let her emotions get the better of her – not here, not now. She was the Kalos Queen, poised and graceful. That was the image she had worked so hard to build and maintain.

Yet, deep down, she knew that with Ash, it was always going to be different. It just was. He was the boy from her childhood who'd taught her to never give up until the end. He was part of the reason she was here now…

Still—she needed to maintain their friendship at all costs.

As she steadied her breathing and prepared to face the world again, she made a silent resolution to herself: to handle whatever interactions she and Ash might have with maturity and poise. Yes! That was good—maturity and poise. She could do that. She was a performer, after all.

Soon, Guillermo and Kathi Grave found her. Lebarón approached Serena, his handsome face alight with a mixture of admiration and excitement. " Increíble !" he exclaimed, his voice rich with genuine enthusiasm. He reached out, taking Serena's arm in a friendly, yet flirtatious gesture. His eyes sparkled with the playful charm that was his trademark, a smile playing on his bearded lips as he looked at her with an almost theatrical appreciation. "Serena, you were simply magnificent! The way you captivated the audience, the elegance in your every move – it was a performance worthy of the grandest stages! Mesagoza and Paldea are going to fall in love with you." He gave her a look that made her suddenly uncomfortable and she graciously removed her arm from his.

Kathi Grace, always with her tablet, stood beside them, her expression equally ecstatic but more focused. She gently interrupted Guillermo's effusive praise. "Serena, there's a group of students over there who are eager to meet you." She gestured towards a crowd that had gathered a short distance away. Among them were enthusiastic faces, both human and pokémon, all waiting with pens and cameras in hand, their excitement palpable.

As they led Serena and her Pokémon towards the crowd, Guillermo continued to shower her with compliments, his words a blend of admiration and coquetry. "Your performance was not just a dance, but a story told through movement – truly, you are an artist in the fullest sense!" His tone motivated.

Reaching the crowd, Serena was greeted with cheers and applause. Students of all years, along with their pokémon companions, were waving and calling out her name. They held out notebooks, her ads, and even parts of their uniform, all hoping for an autograph from the Kalos Queen and to pet her pokémon. Their faces lit up, their eyes shining with the excitement of meeting her and their eager questions flew into her face with gusto:

"Tell us more about showcases!"

"Are you going to be doing more shows in Mesagoza?!"

"Is it true you're also a coordinator?"

Serena, still processing her emotions from seeing Ash, now switched into her role as a performer, her face lighting up with a gracious smile. She began signing autographs, exchanging brief answers, her poise and grace crystallizing her features like a mask. Guillermo and Kathi Grace stood by her side, assisting and occasionally joining in the conversations and fielding questions.

And Serena did her best not to search.

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"She looks busy…" Ash commented, he stood at the back of the crowd, holding Pikachu firmly as the excited pokémon wriggled, eager to dash towards Serena. He was flanked by Nemona, Arven, and Goh, all of them trying to figure out the best way for Ash to approach the performer amid the throng of admirers.

"It looks like the crowd is clearing," Nemona, ever the optimist, pointed out cheerily, "I think we can squeeze through!"

Ash's gaze lingered on Serena, feeling embarrassed for some reason and then feeling guilty that he felt so uneasy. Ash remembered seeing so many of Serena's performances, but he also hadn't seen her perform in years. He always knew she had been talented and driven…but seeing her in Paldea as Kalos Queen felt different. Maybe it was how she looked right now. Maybe it was her dress. Or maybe her smile, which was more confident and self-assured. There was a new boldness over her features; a rock-hard determination in her eyes that left Ash feeling a bit captivated by her, and that made the world champion grow a little dizzy.

Meanwhile, Pikachu's excitement grew uncontrollable. The little pokémon wriggled free from Ash's grasp with a burst of energy, dashing towards Serena with an enthusiastic "Pika Pika!" His tiny legs carried him swiftly through the crowd, expertly navigating the gaps between legs and around pokémon.

Pikachu's bright yellow fur was a streak of color, his tail held high like a flag leading a charge. The crowd parted for the enthusiastic yellow mouse, some recognizing the pokémon and his famous trainer and chuckling at his eagerness.

Serena, in the midst of signing autographs and interacting with her fans, heard Pikachu's familiar cry. She looked up just in time to see the little pokémon bounding towards her. A look of surprise and delight spread across her face as she immediately crouched down to welcome Pikachu.

Pikachu leaped into her open arms, nuzzling against her affectionately, its tiny paws patting her face and its cheeks sparking with harmless electricity in its excitement. Serena, along with Delphox, Pancham, and Sylveon; all greeted the yellow mouse with laughs.

Ash, still standing at a distance, felt a mix of amusement, terror, and some mild relief at Pikachu's impromptu reactions. In a way, he felt as though his long-time buddy just broke the ice. It reminded Ash how Serena was just a really good friend; how they went way back; how there was nothing to worry about.

With a deep breath, Ash readied himself. Pikachu had parted the crowd for them—a crowd that was staring at him, but he tried not to care about that. Ash never really cared about crowds anyway. Serena's eyes were on him now and she was waiting for his first move, like someone in a battle waiting to see how he would set the tone and tempo.

Ash grinned at her.

"Okay, you can lead the way now," Goh practically pushed Ash forward. Nemona squealed behind them, while Arven tried to hide himself from the staring crowd.

Ash began to move more confidently, his grin still firmly in place as he made his way through the now-parted sea of bodies. As he drew closer, Serena stood up, still holding Pikachu; her expression a mix of joy and a touch of nervous anticipation. "Hey, Serena!" Ash called out, his voice warm and friendly. "It's been a while," he said, his tone light but sincere.

Serena smiled, her blue eyes brightening. "Ash, it's so good to see you too! Pikachu hasn't changed a bit." She gently set Pikachu down, allowing it to scamper towards Delphox, Pancham, and Sylveon.

"Yeah, he's still the social one," Ash chuckled, scratching his nose. "It was an awesome performance, by the way. You looked really amazing."

"Oh! Thank you, Ash!," Serena replied evenly, though she appeared as though trying to compose herself. "I'm glad you were here to see!"

Ash quickly gestured to his friends. "Let me introduce you to everyone. This is Nemona, Arven, and Goh—he's good friends with Chloe. He was there in, uh, Lilycove."

"I remember. It's nice to meet you all," Serena said warmly, her pokémon gathering around her, equally curious about the new faces. "And this is Delphox, Pancham, and Sylveon."

Nemona couldn't contain her excitement. "I'd never seen anything like your performance! You're just amazing, and your Pokémon are so cute!" She leaned in to pet Sylveon, who nuzzled her hand in response.

"Thank you! And I agree, they are just the best," Serena beamed down at her partners. "And Goh, how is Chloe?" The performer asked, looking towards the city boy with sincere interest.

Goh, who'd been attempting a reserved and aloof demeanor, stammered a bit under Serena's sudden attention, not expecting her familiarity. "Um, she's great. Yeah," he shifted, "She's still doing contests."

Arven, reserved but curious, asked, "How do you coordinate all those moves with your Pokémon? It must take a lot of practice. Also, I noticed you performed a traditional Paldean dance. I wasn't aware they taught fuegodanza in Kalos."

"They don't," Serena laughed, "but I've been taking lessons since coming to the region about a few weeks ago. And we still have a lot to learn, don't we?" She looked down at her pokémon, who all smiled and chimed in happily.

The conversation flowed easily, the group chatting about showcases, her becoming Kalos Queen, and her new exhibitions debuting in Mesagoza.

"So you're going to be putting on Showcases every weekend in the city?" Nemona gushed, putting her hands to her cheeks, "How wonderful! Pokémon Showcases in Paldea! I love it. Not as much as battles, of course—but still!"

"I'm so excited," Serena shared in the Paldean girl's enthusiasm, "and I hope to enter some contests while I'm here too! When the season opens later this year, that is."

As the group talked, Ash found himself struggling to find something to say, which—he realized—was a first. But when Serena mentioned the contests, he found himself an opening: "But that means you'll be in Mesagoza for a while then."

"That's the plan!" Serena winked and appraised Ash again, catching sight of his school uniform. She checked herself before coloring at his new, polished look. Even his hair appeared a little more kept beneath his signature hat. "And what is the Champion of the World doing in Paldea?" She asked, trying to take her mind off his smile, "And at Scarlet Academy? You're a bit young to be a professor…"

Ash chuckled. "I have to attend the Battle School for the season before I can challenge gyms and take on the League," he explained. "You know me. I couldn't resist another adventure!"

Serena's eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and admiration as Ash spoke. Her gaze lingered on him a moment longer than necessary; her smile soft. Ash shifted uncomfortably, but held her stare.

"Well, since you'll be in Mesagoza, you should come by the school every now and then to hang out!" Nemona offered, smiling brightly at Serena, "The Battle School is putting on some exhibitions tomorrow! I'm trying to convince Dendra that Ash and I should go head to head! You should come watch!"

Ash's eyes flashed with the thrill of competition. "You mean we finally get to battle tomorrow!? That's awesome!" He then turned back to the performer. "You have to come watch, Serena!"

Ash extended the invitation with palpable enthusiasm, leaning in with an eagerness that reduced the space between him and the performer. Serena's face lit up, about to respond. But before she could, Kathi Grace appeared at her side, her expression apologetic but firm.

"Serena, we need to go. We have a few more interviews lined up for you in the city," Kathi Grace explained, her tone professional. She gave Ash and his friends a quick, forced smile of pleasantry.

Serena nodded, her eyes briefly meeting Ash's in a silent message of disappointment at the interruption. "I'd love to come watch, Ash. I'll try my best to make it," she said quickly, her words rushed but sincere.

Just then, Guillermo Lebarón stepped in, placing a hand on Serena's shoulder in a gesture that seemed a tad too familiar. He gave Ash and the others a polite but dismissive nod. "We mustn't keep the press waiting, Serena. Paldeans are eager to hear about your upcoming performances in Mesagoza," he said, his voice smooth.

Ash watched as Serena was gently steered away by her manager and Guillermo. The scene caused an inexplicable knot in his stomach, a feeling he couldn't quite place.

Serena gave a final wave to Ash and his friends, her smile tinged with regret at having to leave the conversation so abruptly. As she and her pokémon walked away, Ash's gaze lingered on her.

Nemona, oblivious to Ash's sudden stillness, excitedly turned to him. "We'll have to see her perform in Mesagoza sometime!" she enthused, her demeanor undimmed.

Ash, pulled back to the moment, nodded absently. "Yeah, yeah, we should," he replied, his voice slightly distant, his mind still on Serena's departing figure.

Goh, noticing Ash's distant demeanor and the strange emotion playing across his face, felt a mix of perplexity and mild irritation. When Ash didn't move, Goh and Arven exchanged glances before the city boy reached out, grabbing his best friend's shoulder. "Hey, Ash, come on," he said, his voice laced with a hint of frustration.

Goh guided Ash away from the dissipating crowd, steering him towards a quieter area where they could all regroup. Ash seemed almost in a daze when he finally turned back to his friends.

Pikachu scampered up its trainer's leg and settled comfortably on his shoulder. The little pokémon nuzzled against Ash's cheek, bringing him back to the present moment.

As Nemona began leading the way, chatting casually about tomorrow's events, Goh kept a watchful eye on Ash, his expression a blend of suspicion and curiosity. "You alright, buddy?" he asked.

Ash gave a small nod, managing a half-hearted smile. "Yeah, I'm fine," he replied, though his voice lacked its usual conviction.

Goh was not convinced.

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Hope the reunion satisfied you all for now!

Next update will be Saturday 12/30. We'll start to see Ash get back into battle mode a little, begin to build his team, and get some more SatoSere moments.

Note about the plot: it will continue to depart from the games a little bit from here. Team Star will have some different backstory/motives, as will Professor Turo (slightly). We will learn about Sada eventually as well.

Another note: "Fuegodanza" is the name I decided to give to the style of dance popular in Paldea. I'm trying to write it to resemble flamenco.