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I died in my previous life. I don’t remember all the details—just the moment of impact, the brief flash of pain, and then… nothing.
When I woke up, I was a child again. But not my child. Not my world.
I was Andrew, son of James and Jessie—former members of Team Rocket who’d left that life behind to build something better.
I was in the Pokémon world. The world I’d only known through games and anime in my previous life.
Andrew—five years old in this body but carrying memories of an adult life—sat at the breakfast table, watching his parents with a mixture of affection and surrealism that hadn’t faded even after years.
James poured cereal while Jessie read the morning news on her tablet. Meowth sat on the counter, occasionally stealing pieces of toast.
“Big day tomorrow, kiddo,” James said, ruffling Andrew’s hair. “First day of Trainer School.”
Andrew nodded, hiding his excitement. Trainer School. Five years of education before receiving a starter Pokémon and beginning a real journey.
In his previous life, he’d played every Pokémon game, watched every season of the anime. He knew the types, the moves, the strategies. But this wasn’t a game anymore. This was real.
These Pokémon were real. The danger was real.
And so were the opportunities.
“You excited?” Jessie asked, noticing his thoughtful expression.
“Yeah,” Andrew said, managing a smile. “I’ve been waiting for this.”
In more ways than you know, he thought.
Trainer School - Five Years of Preparation
The years at Trainer School passed in a blur of education and preparation.
Andrew excelled—his knowledge from his previous life giving him an edge other students didn’t have. He already knew type matchups, move interactions, and battle strategies that most kids his age were just beginning to learn.
But he was careful not to stand out too much. Too many questions about how a child knew advanced competitive strategies could draw unwanted attention.
Still, his teachers noticed his aptitude.
“Andrew has exceptional strategic thinking,” one report read. “He approaches battles like he’s already experienced them.”
Because I have, Andrew thought, reading the report his parents showed him proudly. Just not in this world.
During his third year at Trainer School, something significant happened.
Andrew found a wild Pichu chewing on the power cables outside his house. The tiny Electric-type was skinny, alone, and clearly struggling to survive.
“Hey there,” Andrew said softly, kneeling down with food. “You hungry?”
The Pichu eyed him warily but was too hungry to run. It ate from Andrew’s hand, and over the following weeks, a bond formed.
When Andrew asked his parents if he could catch Pichu—even though he wasn’t technically supposed to have a Pokémon yet—James relented.
“You’re responsible enough,” James said, handing Andrew a Pokéball. “He’ll technically be registered under my name until you get your Trainer License, but he’s yours to train with near the routes. Just be careful.”
Andrew offered the Pokéball to Pichu. “Want to come with me? We’ll become strong together.”
Pichu tapped the ball.
Click.
“Alright! I caught Pichu!” Andrew said, the words feeling surreal. This was real. He’d actually caught a Pokémon.
When he released Pichu, the Electric-type immediately tried to return to the ball—but Andrew stopped him.
“You don’t like being in there? That’s okay. You can stay outside with me.”
Pichu looked surprised, then climbed onto Andrew’s shoulder—a position he’d rarely leave over the coming years.
Training and Evolution
Over the next two years, Andrew trained with Pichu in the safer areas near Pallet Town, always with supervision from James, Jessie, or Meowth.
He taught Pichu not just moves, but tactics. How to read an opponent’s body language. How to use terrain advantages. How to fight smart, not just hard.
His knowledge from playing competitive Pokémon games in his previous life proved invaluable. He understood stat distributions, move priorities, type coverage in ways that most trainers took years to grasp.
Three months before graduation, Pichu evolved into Pikachu during a training session against a wild Rattata. The evolution was natural, earned through trust and growth rather than forced.
“Pika!” the newly evolved Pokémon declared proudly.
Andrew grinned. “Now we’re really ready.”
Graduation Day - Professor Oak’s Lab
Five years of Trainer School culminated in this moment.
Andrew stood with two other top students—Adrian Oak (Professor Gary Oak’s son) and Penny (an aspiring Pokémon Performer)—in Professor Oak’s lab.
Gary Oak stood before them with three Pokéballs, continuing the tradition his grandfather had started.
“You three scored highest in your class,” Gary said. “You’ve earned the privilege of being sponsored by this lab and choosing one of Kanto’s traditional starters.”
He released the three Pokémon—Bulbasaur, Charmander, and Squirtle.
Adrian chose Bulbasaur immediately. “Type advantage against the first two gyms,” he explained strategically.
Penny selected Squirtle with a smile. “Water-types are elegant. Perfect for performances.”
That left Charmander, who looked up at Andrew with curious eyes.
Andrew knelt down. In his previous life, he’d always chosen the Fire-type starter in Kanto games. It felt right to do the same here.
“Want to come with me?” Andrew asked. “Fair warning—I’m going to push you hard. We’re going to train like crazy, face impossible odds, and probably get into more trouble than we should. But I promise I’ll never give up on you, and we’ll become strong enough to challenge anyone.”
Charmander studied Andrew for a long moment, then stepped forward and touched his Pokéball to Andrew’s hand.
Click.
“Alright! I choose Charmander!” Andrew declared.
Gary smiled, something knowing in his expression. “Charmander’s a good choice. He’s got spirit. Treat him well.”
“I will,” Andrew promised.
As the three new trainers left the lab with their starters, Andrew felt the weight of what came next.
This was it. The journey was beginning.
In his previous life, he’d played this story. Now he was living it.
And he knew things no one else did—about Team Rocket, Team Galactic, Team Magma, Team Aqua, Team Plasma. About legendary Pokémon. About threats that would emerge across regions.
I won’t just be a trainer, Andrew thought, adjusting Pikachu on his shoulder while Charmander walked beside him. I’ll be someone who can actually change things. Stop the villains before they cause damage. Protect Pokémon who can’t protect themselves.
But first… I need to get stronger. Strong enough to matter.
He looked at his two Pokémon—partners who’d chosen him.
“Let’s do this. Together.”
First Steps - Route 1
Andrew’s first official act as a trainer was to head toward Viridian City and then to Pewter City for his first gym badge.
But Route 1 provided immediate training opportunities.
Wild Pidgey and Rattata were common, and Andrew used them to help Charmander learn the basics of real combat—not just the controlled environment of Trainer School practice.
“Charmander, Ember!”
The Fire-type unleashed a stream of small flames, striking a wild Rattata. The Normal-type squeaked and fled.
“Good!” Andrew encouraged. “But watch your energy use. Don’t waste power on attacks that are stronger than necessary. Save that energy for when you really need it.”
Charmander nodded, understanding. Andrew’s tactical approach to training was already different from typical new trainers.
As they walked, Andrew mentally reviewed what he knew:
Pewter Gym - Forrest Slate (Brock’s younger brother in this timeline). Rock-types. Charmander would struggle with type disadvantage, but Andrew remembered strategies from the games.
Cerulean Gym - Misty. Water-types. Even worse type matchup for Charmander, but if Andrew could catch a Grass or Electric-type before then…
His long-term goal - All eight Kanto badges, then the Pokémon League. After that, travel to other regions. Learn, grow, become strong enough to face legendary trainers.
And eventually, maybe encounter Ash Ketchum himself—the trainer he’d watched countless times in his previous life.
But that was far in the future. For now, Andrew had to focus on the immediate challenge: his first gym battle.
Viridian City - Pokémon Center
Andrew checked into the Pokémon Center, getting Pikachu and Charmander healed after a day of training and travel.
While waiting, he noticed a TV broadcast:
“World Monarch Ash Ketchum successfully defended his title today against challenger Leon from the Galar region. This marks Ketchum’s 47th consecutive title defense…”
Andrew watched the brief footage of Ash’s battle, seeing the legendary trainer—older than in the anime, but unmistakable—with his Pikachu commanding the battlefield with absolute mastery.
That’s the level I need to reach, Andrew thought. Not just strong. Legendary.
A voice interrupted his thoughts. “You’re a new trainer, right?”
Andrew turned to see a girl about his age with a Pokémon on her shoulder—a small, cat-like creature he didn’t immediately recognize.
“Yeah,” Andrew confirmed. “Just started today. I’m Andrew.”
“I’m Mira,” the girl said. “Word of advice—if you’re heading to Pewter Gym with a Fire-type, catch something with type advantage first. Forrest doesn’t go easy on new trainers.”
“Thanks,” Andrew said. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
After Mira left, Andrew considered her advice. In the games, he’d always just powered through type disadvantages with levels and strategy. But this was real. Type matchups mattered here in ways they didn’t in games where you could simply overlevel your starter.
He needed to build a balanced team. Fast.
Route 22 - An Encounter
Before heading to Pewter City, Andrew decided to explore Route 22—an area he remembered from the games as having interesting Pokémon.
He was training Charmander against a wild Mankey when something else caught his attention.
A purple gas formed in the trees nearby—a Gastly, the Ghost-Poison type.
Gastly weren’t common on this route. This one must have wandered from elsewhere.
“Pikachu, Thunderbolt!” Andrew called.
The electric attack struck the ghost-type, which retaliated with Shadow Ball—the sphere of ghostly energy crackling with dark power.
“Charmander, Ember!”
Fire met shadow in midair, the two attacks canceling out.
The Gastly seemed… curious rather than aggressive. It circled Andrew’s team, studying them.
Andrew had an idea. Ghost-types were rare, powerful, and this Gastly seemed interested in them.
“Want to join our team?” Andrew offered, holding up an empty Pokéball. “We’re going to get stronger together. Face tough opponents. Become the best we can be.”
Gastly floated closer, considering. Then it touched the Pokéball with its gaseous form.
Click.
“Yes! I caught Gastly!” Andrew exclaimed.
Pikachu cheered. Charmander roared approval. And when Andrew released Gastly, the ghost-type swirled around them playfully.
Three Pokémon now. A more balanced team.
And with Gastly’s Ghost-typing, Andrew had coverage against Psychic opponents—something that would matter later in his journey.
I’m building my team, Andrew thought. Not just catching Pokémon randomly, but building a team with strategy and balance.
His knowledge from his previous life guided every decision, even if he couldn’t explain how he knew these things.
The journey to Pewter City continued.
And Andrew’s first gym battle awaited.
That Night - Video Call Home
Andrew sat in his Pokémon Center room, his three Pokémon resting around him, and called home.
James and Jessie appeared on screen, both beaming.
“Andrew! How’s your first day as a real trainer?” Jessie asked eagerly.
“Amazing,” Andrew said honestly. “I caught a Gastly on Route 22. So now I’ve got Pikachu, Charmander, and Gastly.”
“A Ghost-type already?” James looked impressed. “That’s advanced thinking. Most new trainers just catch whatever they see first.”
“I wanted type coverage,” Andrew explained, which was true—just not the whole truth about why he understood type coverage so well.
“We’re so proud of you,” Jessie said, tears forming. “Our boy, out there becoming a real Pokémon trainer.”
“Just be careful,” James added. “And remember—if you ever need anything, we’re here.”
“I know,” Andrew said. “I love you guys.”
“We love you too,” they said in unison.
After the call ended, Andrew looked at his team.
“Tomorrow we head to Pewter City,” he told them. “My first gym battle. Forrest Slate. Rock-types. Charmander, you’ll have type disadvantage. Gastly, Ghost moves won’t affect Rock-types much. Pikachu, you’re our best option, but I can’t rely on just you.”
He pulled out the notebook he’d been keeping—filled with strategies, type matchups, move interactions. Knowledge from his previous life transcribed into this world’s context.
“We’ll train hard tomorrow morning before the gym. Work on speed, precision, and teamwork. If we can’t win through type advantage, we’ll win through skill.”
His Pokémon responded with sounds of determination.
Andrew smiled. This was real. This was happening.
And he was going to make the most of this second chance at life.

Come check my twitch (Azukugames)

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Scene: Training in the Forest

Andrew looked at Pikachu and Charmander, both standing ready.

Andrew:

"Alright, guys. Let's have a quick practice match and work on your moves.

Since I trust Pikachu to choose his own attacks, I'm going to focus on working with Charmander this time.

There might be moments in real battles where I can't call out moves fast enough — so I need both of you to start learning to trust your instincts and act on your own when needed."

Practice Battle Begins

Pikachu opened with a burst of Quick Attack, dashing across the field.

Andrew:

"Charmander, Ember, now!"

Charmander launched a stream of fire — but Pikachu leapt over it, twisting mid-air and using gravity to strike down hard with Iron Tail.

Charmander was sent flying, but quickly dug his claws into the ground, skidding to a stop.

Andrew:

"Good! Now, Smokescreen!"

Charmander blew out a thick cloud of smoke, covering the area.

Pikachu, calm and focused, narrowed his eyes. He paused, sensing movement, then turned left and fired off a Thunder Shock — striking through the fog.

Scene Transition: Forest Trail

Andrew sat back, observing the battle closely — unaware that he was being watched.

A chill ran down his spine.

(Ghastly's POV)

The ghost Pokémon hovered in the trees, watching quietly. The sound of battle had drawn it closer.

This trainer was… different.

He fought with his Pokémon, praised them.

Not like its old trainer — who only used it for battles, until it lost and was abandoned.

Andrew's POV

"Alright, guys — it's getting dark. We're about a mile from Viridian City. We'll get there before nightfall.

We've spent a few days here training — once we rest up, it's on to Pewter City."

He looked at Charmander.

"Since Pewter's a Rock-type Gym, and Pikachu's got Iron Tail down, we'll be working on getting Metal Claw ready for you next.

Oh, and Pikachu — remember that move we talked about? Where you channel electricity through your whole body? Let's keep practicing that soon."

Just as Andrew reached for Charmander's Pokéball to return him for rest, a blur shot out in front of him.

Andrew:

"…A Ghastly? What's one doing out here? This route isn't its usual habitat."

He grinned.

"Alright, Pikachu — Thunderbolt!"

Ghastly countered with a Shadow Ball, the two attacks clashing midair in a burst of energy.

"Now! Quick Attack into Iron Tail!"

Pikachu struck cleanly, sending the ghost-type spiraling back. It hovered low, dazed.

Andrew didn't hesitate — he threw a Pokéball.

Roll…

Roll…

Roll…

Click!

Ding!

A wide grin spread across Andrew's face.

"Alright! I caught Ghastly!"

Scene: Pokémon Center – Viridian City

After healing his team, Andrew walked outside and sent out Ghastly.

Andrew:

"Hey there! I'm your new trainer. Let's get stronger together, alright?"

Ghastly stared at him in disbelief — then smiled and began swirling happily around him.

Andrew (laughing):

"Glad to have you on board, bud."

Author's Note:

Andrew will primarily use Kanto Pokémon throughout his journey. In each region, he'll rotate in a new team while still keeping his core Kanto squad with him — forming bonds across every region he visits.

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Pewter city
Our young trainer finally arrived in pewter city once registered for the league he schedules
For a 1 badge battle

Against
Forest slate current gym leader

Sitting down at the Pokemon Centre
On the vedio phone he Dials his home number
It's answerd instantly

Jessie (instantly beaming):

Andrew! There's my handsome boy!

James (already teary-eyed):

Oh, Jessie, he's growing up so fast… Wasn't it just yesterday he was starting Trainer School?

Meowth (rolling his eyes):

Yeah, yeah, ya two are ancient. Let the kid talk before ya flood the screen with tears.

Andrew (smiling nervously):

Hey, Mom, Dad, Meowth. Yeah… today's the day. I'm challenging Forest Slate. He's Brock's younger brother and the current Gym Leader here in Pewter.

Jessie (nodding proudly):

Forest, huh? Well I am sure you're gonna absolutely smash it in the battle we will always be rooting for you

Andrew:
Scratched his cheek a little embarrassed

James (sniffling but smiling):
Oh it still feels like jsut yesterday we where walking you to school

I am proud of you and we always will be

Meowth (leaning in close to the camera):

And remember, kid — where always gonna be Rootin for ya

Andrew chuckles, feeling his nerves settling.

Andrew:

Thanks, guys. I was nervous, but… I think I'm ready now. I'll make you proud.

Jessie & James (in unison, leaning close):

You already do, sweetheart!

Andrew smiles softly, ending the call. He stands, picking up Pikachu who clings to his shoulder

Scene change pewter gym

The rocky battlefield stretches out under the Gym's dim lights, jagged stone pillars scattered across the field. Andrew steps forward with Pikachu on his shoulder, taking a steadying breath.

From the far side of the arena, a man with short, dark brown hair and a rugged build approaches. He wears a brown jacket and carries himself with the quiet confidence of someone who's battled here many times before.

Forest) well now looks like my
First challenger of this season has arrived

Since u still look fresh faced I am
Assuming this is your first gym battle

Andrew) yes sir

Forest') very well this
Match will be two on two as the challenger you may swap out a Pokemon u have sent out

Understood

Andrew) unclipped charmander pokeball

Ready

Battle

As both traines throw out thier
Pokemon

On forest sides geodude lands on the field

On Andrew side
Charmander burst out his tail flames burning bright

Forest

Geodude, Rollout!

Geodude curls into a ball and launches forward, spinning with heavy force across the rocky field.

Andrew)

Charmander use metal Claw to catch him

Forest
What geodude dont let him

But it was to late

Sharp claws caught the spinning Pokemon

Andrew like we practiced toss it into the air

The Pokemon flew into the sky

Now dragon rage rapid fire

Two shots hit the geo dude
Bang
Bang

As the smoke cloud clears the
Ref

Called out

Geodude is unable to battle gym leader forest
Has one available Pokemon left

Would the challenger like to switch out

Andrew watched as his charmander turned to him Dertmantion to stay in this battle clear in his eyes

Andrew ) frowned just for a moment no charmander still roaring to go

Forest) Onyx rock tomb

Counter dragon rage

Charmander unleashed a flurry of dragon-fire blasts, colliding with the falling rocks. The Gym filled with dust and noise, attacks clashing again and again.

What followed was a brutal exchange. Onix's sheer size and power gave it the upper hand, slamming the battlefield with its tail and shaking the ground with every move. But Charmander refused to back down, darting between attacks, countering with Dragon Rage and slashing with Metal Claw whenever an opening appeared.

As the clash dragged on, Andrew's heart pounded. Charmander was tiring, its breaths ragged, but the flame on its tail burned brighter than ever — a symbol of its fighting spirit.

Suddenly, Charmander roared as its body began to glow. A dazzling light engulfed the battlefield. Andrew shielded his eyes, realizing what was happening.

Andrew (voice breaking with joy):

"No way… Charmander… you're evolving!"

The light burst outward, and when it faded, standing in Charmander's place was a taller, fiercer Charmeleon, tail flame blazing with newfound strength. It let out a mighty roar, eyes sharp and determined.

Forest (grinning, impressed):

"So the bond between you two is that strong, huh? Then show me what that strength can do!"

Andrew (pumping his fist, his confidence renewed):

"Charmeleon, let's finish this! Dragon Rage — give it everything you've got!"

Charmeleon unleashed a powerful blast of energy, colliding with Onix's Rock Throw in an earth-shaking explosion. Smoke and dust filled the air.

When it cleared, Onix collapsed with a heavy crash, unable to continue.

Referee (raising his flag high):

"Onix is unable to battle! The winner is the challenger, Andrew!"

The Gym filled with the sound of applause from the small audience. Andrew stood frozen for a moment, staring at his Charmeleon, pride swelling in his chest. Pikachu cheered on his shoulder, and Charmeleon roared victoriously.

Forest (recalling Onix, smiling as he approached Andrew):

"You've got real talent, kid. That was an incredible first Gym battle. Take this Boulder Badge — you've earned it."

Andrew accepted the badge with trembling hands, his eyes shining. He looked at Charmeleon, who grinned fiercely back at him, and at Pikachu, who nuzzled his cheek proudly.

For the first time, Andrew truly felt like a Pokémon Trainer — and he knew this was only the beginning of his journey.

A/N hey u hope this chapter went okay

And if ur wondering about why he evolved early

I'd like to put into the bond bewtween
Andrew' and charmander -now Charmelon

As he did make a lot of time and effort into forming

Bonds bewtween his pokemon

His current team

Goes as

Pikachu) had him since he was a pichu when he went to trainer school

Evloed just a few months after getting his trainer lisince approved

Charmelon

Ghastly

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Andrew sat at the video phone in the Pokémon Center's private booth at the base of Mount Moon, the Boulder Badge gleaming on his jacket. He'd decided to check in before heading up the mountain.
Jessie answered on the first ring, her face filling the screen with immediate warmth.
Jessie (beaming):
"Andrew! Sweetheart, how are you? Are you eating enough? Your hair looks a bit messy—"
James (pushing into frame, already teary):
"Son! We saw the announcement at the Trainer's Guild office. You beat Forrest Slate!"
Meowth (in the background):
"Kid, that was some battle! That Charmeleon's got some serious chops."
Andrew laughed, holding up his jacket to show off the badge.
Andrew:
"Yeah, it was intense. Charmander evolved mid-battle—our bond just reached that point, I guess. It felt… right, you know?"
Jessie (wiping her eyes):
"That's my boy. I knew you could do it."
James (sniffling):
"We're so proud of you, Andrew. You're really doing this."
Andrew:
"First badge down. But listen—I'm heading up Mount Moon right now to cross through to Cerulean City. I'll call you after, okay?"
Meowth:
"Stay safe out there, kid."
Andrew:
"Always. Love you guys."
The call ended with waves and blown kisses. Andrew pocketed the badge, his chest warm. But his expression grew serious as he looked at his team.
"Alright, everyone. Let's move out."
Scene: Mount Moon - Evening
The mountain loomed against the darkening sky, its rocky peaks casting long shadows. Andrew had been climbing for hours, his Pokémon at his side. Pikachu rode his shoulder, alert. Charmeleon walked beside him, flames flickering steadily. Ghastly hovered nearby, ever watchful.
Then Andrew stopped.
Voices. Multiple voices, echoing through the cavern ahead.
He crouched low, motioning his team to do the same. As he peered around the rocky outcropping, his suspicions were confirmed.
Six Team Rocket members stood in a clearing, working to set up some kind of device—large, mechanical, with cables running to various points around the cavern. Four wore standard grunt uniforms. But two stood apart: a woman with striking features and a stern man beside her, both wearing admin-level gear.
Cassidy and Butch—Andrew had studied Team Rocket's known operatives with Gary. These were the real threats.
Cassidy (barking orders):
"Make sure those anchor points are secure. We need this operational by midnight. Once we disable Mount Moon's mineral deposits, the entire regional economy takes a hit. Perfect leverage."
Butch (checking calculations):
"The disruption should cascade through the next three routes. Trainers won't have access to healing items, Poké Balls—it'll be chaos."
Andrew's jaw tightened. This wasn't just a theft. This was sabotage. Infrastructure damage. People would suffer.
He took a breath and stepped out from behind the rocks.
Andrew (calm, steady):
"Stand down. Dismantle that device and surrender to the authorities."
All six heads snapped toward him. For a moment, there was silence. Then Cassidy laughed—a sharp, mocking sound.
Cassidy:
"A kid? A kid is telling us to stand down? Butch, is this real?"
Butch (studying Andrew more carefully):
"Wait… I know that face. James and Jessie's brat?"
Andrew didn't flinch. "You know my parents. Then you know what I'm capable of."
Cassidy (grinning wickedly):
"Oh, this is rich. The traitors' son thinks he can take us on. Grunts—take him down. We'll handle the Pokémon."
The Battle
The four grunts advanced, throwing Pokéballs. A Koffing, a Zubat, two Rattatas emerged, hissing and screeching.
Andrew (commanding):
"Pikachu, Thunderbolt! Charmeleon, Dragon Rage!"
Lightning split the air, meeting Charmeleon's fiery blasts. The two grunts' Pokémon fell almost immediately—the Koffing and one Zubat went down hard. But the other Zubat and both Rattatas pressed forward, coordinated.
Andrew:
"Ghastly, Shadow Ball on the Zubat!"
The ghost-type's attack struck true, but the Rattatas were quick, darting in and out. One bit Pikachu's tail—Andrew saw his partner flinch but keep fighting.
Andrew (voice steady):
"It's okay, Pikachu. You've got this."
Meanwhile, Cassidy and Butch watched, assessing. They weren't moving yet. They were waiting to see if the grunts could wear Andrew down.
They couldn't.
Within minutes, all four grunt Pokémon were defeated. The grunts themselves looked frightened now, backing away slowly.
Cassidy (eyes narrowing):
"Fine. Butch, let's show the kid what real Team Rocket operatives can do."
Cassidy threw a Pokéball, releasing a Raticate—sleek, scarred, clearly well-trained. Butch's throw sent out a Weezing, toxic and menacing.
Andrew:
"Charmeleon, take the Raticate. Pikachu, Weezing is yours. Ghastly, support both."
The battle intensified. Charmeleon's Dragon Rage clashed with Raticate's Hyper Fang. Pikachu's Thunderbolt met Weezing's Sludge Bomb in midair, creating clouds of acrid smoke. Ghastly's Shadow Balls weaved through the chaos, adding pressure.
It was a brutal, intense dance. But Andrew had trained for this. He'd studied gym battles, yes—but he'd also prepared for real combat. And his Pokémon fought with a bond born from genuine care, not just command.
Weezing fell first, collapsing under a coordinated Thunderbolt and Shadow Ball combo.
Raticate, wounded and exhausted, made one last desperate charge at Charmeleon—
And Charmeleon sidestepped, striking cleanly with Dragon Rage.
Raticate dropped.
Cassidy's face twisted with rage.
Cassidy:
"You little—"
But she didn't finish. She and Butch exchanged a look—a wordless communication. They recalled their Pokémon, moving fast toward the cavern's far exit.
Andrew (not moving to chase):
"I won't kill you. But you're done here."
Cassidy paused at the tunnel's edge, her eyes locking with his.
Cassidy (voice cold, dangerous):
"This isn't over, kid. Team Rocket's reach is longer than you know. And we remember traitors."
Then she and Butch disappeared into the shadows.
Andrew turned to the four grunts, who stood trembling, their Pokémon defeated.
Andrew (quietly):
"Don't move. Officers from the local Pokémon League are on their way. I called ahead."
The grunts didn't resist. Some even looked relieved—as if being captured was easier than facing Team Rocket's wrath for failure.
Andrew sat on a nearby rock, breathing hard. His team gathered around him, battered but victorious.
Andrew (to Pikachu):
"You were incredible out there."
Pikachu (nuzzling his cheek):
"Pika… pika."
Within twenty minutes, officers arrived. They secured the device (neutralizing it carefully), took the four grunts into custody, and filed a full report with Andrew as witness.
But Cassidy and Butch were gone.
Andrew walked through the cavern system with an officer, and they discovered holding cells—Pokémon cages lined against the walls. Team Rocket had been capturing Pokémon, likely for experimentation or forced service.
Andrew immediately began opening the cages. Most fled into the wild, but one Pokémon hesitated—a young Bulbasaur, weak and malnourished. It looked at Andrew with wary, intelligent eyes.
Andrew (gently):
"It's okay. You're free now. You can go if you want."
The Bulbasaur tilted its head, studying him. Then it stepped forward and nuzzled against his leg.
Officer:
"Looks like that one's decided where it wants to be."
Andrew smiled, understanding. Another Pokémon who'd know what it meant to be abandoned by Team Rocket, now choosing its own path.
Andrew:
"Welcome to the team, Bulbasaur."
Scene: Pokémon Center - Mount Moon (Late Night - After the Battle)
Andrew sat in another video booth at the Mount Moon Pokémon Center, this time calling Gary Oak's private line. The professor answered almost immediately, as if he'd been expecting the call.
Gary (concerned):
"Andrew. What happened?"
Andrew relayed everything—the device, the sabotage plan, the four grunts captured, Cassidy and Butch's escape.
Gary (listening intently):
"Mount Moon's mineral deposits… if they'd succeeded, the economic ripple would've been significant. Regional supply chains, trainer support systems—all compromised."
Andrew:
"They escaped, Professor. I didn't have a choice—there were two of them, and I wasn't going to risk my team pushing further."
Gary (nodding):
"You made the right call. Cassidy and Butch are mid-level operatives, but they're dangerous. They have connections higher up. What matters is you stopped their operation and gathered intelligence."
Andrew:
"What do we do now?"
Gary (leaning back in his chair):
"Now you continue your journey. Collect badges, build your team, and stay alert. I'll relay this information to the League and my contacts. Team Rocket won't make their move lightly after this—you've proven yourself. But they will be watching."
Andrew:
"Should I… should I be worried about my parents?"

Gary (gently):
"Your parents left that life behind. Team Rocket knows it. But yes—mention this to them. They deserve to know. And Andrew?"
Andrew:
"Yeah?"
Gary:
"You did good work out there. That takes courage."
The call ended. Andrew sat for a moment, processing. Then he dialed home.
Scene: Video Call with James and Jessie
His parents' faces appeared, relaxed and comfortable. Then they saw his expression.
Jessie (immediately alert):
"Andrew? What's wrong?"
Andrew: he heisted before
"Nothing's wrong. But something happened at Mount Moon. I need to tell you."
He explained everything—the Team Rocket operation, Cassidy and Butch, the four grunts he'd turned over to authorities. As he spoke, he watched his parents' faces cycle through pride, worry, guilt, and finally resolve.
James (quietly):
"You showed them mercy. You didn't kill them."
Andrew:
"I won't. That's not who I am."
Jessie (voice thick with emotion):
"That's not who we are anymore either. And I'm… I'm so proud of you for that."
James:
"We knew Team Rocket was still active. We've stayed away, kept our heads down. But hearing you're actively stopping them…" He paused, collecting himself. "We're with you. Whatever you need."
Meowth (from the background):
"The kid's got guts. That's for sure."
Andrew:
"Gary says they'll be watching now. That Cassidy and Butch will report back."
Jessie:
"Let them. You're stronger than they know. And you're not alone."
James:
"Be careful out there, son. But also… keep doing what you're doing. The world needs trainers like you."
After the call ended, Andrew sat in the quiet booth, his resolve crystallizing. Team Rocket wanted to rebuild. Gary wanted him informed. His parents wanted him safe but effective.
And Andrew? He wanted to get stronger.
Scene: Pokémon Center - Training Room (Late Night)
He calls out his Pokemon
Andrew (kneeling down):
"You evolved during that battle. You chose to become Haunter. That power—that's your strength."
Haunter (swirling with pride):
"Haunter…"
Andrew smiled, placing his hand on Pikachu's head.

"Then that's what we'll do. We'll get stronger together—all of us. Charmeleon, you've got Dragon Rage mastered, but we need to work on your speed and precision. Haunter, your Shadow Ball is incredible, but let's train your accuracy in tight spaces. And Bulbasaur? You're still recovering, but soon enough we'll find out what you're really capable of."
He looked at all three of them, his expression hardening with determination.
Andrew:
"Team Rocket thinks they can operate unchecked. They think my parents' past means I'm an easy target. They're wrong. Every badge I earn, every Pokémon I catch and bond with, every battle I win—it all builds toward stopping them."
Charmeleon roared in agreement. Haunter's form swirled with renewed energy. Pikachu sparked with electricity, his resolve matching Andrew's own. Bulbasaur, still weak from captivity, rested against Andrew's leg but watched with determination in its eyes.
Andrew:
"So let's train. Let's get stronger. Because Cerulean Gym is next, and Misty's not going to go easy on me. And after that? After that, we keep going until Team Rocket knows the name Andrew and knows what it means to stand against them."
The training room filled with the sounds of battle and determination as Andrew and his team worked through the night, each movement purposeful, each technique refined.
Outside, the moon rose over Mount Moon, casting silver light over the cavern where Andrew had drawn his first real line in the sand against Team Rocket.
It was only the beginning.

Team
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The sun rose over the rocky plateau outside Mount Moon, casting long shadows across the open training grounds. Andrew stood with his team spread out before him—Pikachu, Charmeleon, and Haunter ready to work. Bulbasaur sat off to the side, still recovering from captivity but watching with growing interest.
"Alright, everyone," Andrew called out. "Today we're working on something new. Not just perfecting moves—we're creating them."
He'd spent the night thinking about what was possible. From his past life, he remembered combat techniques—ways to combine speed, precision, and strategy that most trainers didn't consider. If you understood the mechanics, you could teach a Pokémon to do almost anything.
Pikachu's Chidori
Andrew turned to Pikachu first. "I want to try something with your Elictricty . I want you to channel electricity through your body—but specifically through your arms. Focus the power into your paw like you're gathering it into a point.
Pikachu listened intently, his ears perked up.
"The idea is a concentrated, piercing attack that goes through defenses rather than around them," Andrew explained. "I'm calling it Chidori. The electricity needs to be sharp, . Can you try?"
Pikachu nodded and stepped forward. He began to charge electricity, channeling it down through his body and into his paws. Andrew watched as the mouse Pokémon brought his forearms together, spinning them, creating a tight vortex of electricity concentrated in his small hand.
The first attempt was rough—electricity crackled unevenly.
"That's okay!" Andrew encouraged. "You're understanding the concept. Try again—tighter spiral. Channel it more precisely. Think of it like creating a lance of electricity."
Pikachu focused harder, and the second attempt was noticeably cleaner. The electricity swirled tighter, more controlled. This was going to work.
Charmeleon's Dragon Claw

Across the plateau, Charmeleon stood ready. Andrew had been working on this technique for two days straight, and the fire-type was finally getting close.
"Charmeleon, remember—The engregy you use when forming dragon rage- shape that into youre claws," Andrew said. "Imagine your claws glowing with that dragon fire. You're not throwing the blast—you're striking with it. Extend your arms and let the energy form around them like weapons."
Charmeleon growled, understanding. He raised his arms and called forth Dragon Rage—but this time, instead of a projectile blast, he shaped it differently. The energy coalesced around his forearms, forming glowing, claw-like extensions of pure dragon force.
"YES! That's it!" Andrew pumped his fist. "Now swing!"
Charmeleon slashed downward, and the dragon-claws tore through the air with devastating force, leaving afterimages.
"Perfect! Dragon Claw. That's exactly what we needed."
Charmeleon roared with pride, already imagining using this in battle.
Haunter's Shadow Ball Technique
Haunter hovered above a series of rock formations, focusing intently. This was the most complex technique Andrew was attempting.
"Okay, Haunter," Andrew called up to the ghost-type. "Your Shadow Ball is strong, but single projectiles have limits. What I want you to do is fire multiple Shadow Balls—but rapid-fire. Here's the hard part: I want them to explode on command, creating a blast radius instead of impact damage. Like grenades detonating in a controlled pattern around your opponent."
Haunter swirled, understanding the goal.
"Picture your opponent surrounded," Andrew continued. "Shadow Balls everywhere. Then—boom, boom, boom—they all go off at once. It's a technique that requires serious control."
Haunter began to attempt it. The ghost-type fired a Shadow Ball—clean. Then another—good. A third—solid. But coordinating the explosions was harder. The first one detonated too early. The second didn't go off at all.
"It's okay," Andrew said patiently. "This one's going to take time. Keep practicing. Focus on the rhythm. Fire, fire, fire—then detonate. You've got this."
Bulbasaur
Bulbasaur sat beside Andrew, who'd brought food and water. The grass-type was still thin from captivity, but its eyes were brighter than they'd been at Mount Moon.
Andrew knelt down beside him. "How are you feeling today, buddy?"
Bulbasaur made a soft chirping sound and nuzzled against Andrew's leg.
"I know you're still recovering," Andrew said gently. "That's okay. We're not going to rush you into intensive training. Right now, your job is to eat, rest, and get strong again. Once you're back to full health, then we'll figure out what your specialty move is going to be."
He scratched behind Bulbasaur's ears, and the Pokémon's vine whipped out to gently wrap around Andrew's arm.
"You were in Team Rocket's hands," Andrew continued quietly. "They used you. Didn't treat you like a partner—just a tool. But that's not how this works. You're part of my team because you chose to be. And I'm going to make sure you know what that means. You'll never be used like that again."
Bulbasaur chirped contentedly, understanding.
Three Days Later - Cerulean City
Andrew arrived at Cerulean Gym as the sun dipped below the horizon. The facility was elegant and modern, with an indoor pool that served as the battlefield. Water cascaded from various levels, gleaming in the evening light.
He spent the night at the Pokémon Center, letting his team recover. In the morning, he called Gary Oak.
The professor's face appeared on the video screen, and he looked thoughtful when Andrew explained the custom techniques his team had developed.
"That's advanced training," Gary said. "Most trainers just work on perfecting standard moves."
"I figured if I can understand the mechanics, I can help my Pokémon innovate," Andrew replied. "Pikachu's working on a move called Chidori—a piercing electrical attack focused through his paws. Charmeleon is mastering Dragon Claw. And Haunter's learning a multi-projectile Shadow Ball technique that detonates on command."
Gary leaned back in his chair. "Where are you getting these ideas from?"
"Just… observations," Andrew said carefully. "Thinking about how different types of energy could be shaped differently. Most trainers don't experiment that much."
"Well, it's innovative," Gary said. "You're going to need every advantage against Misty. She's one of the best water-type specialists in Kanto. She trained with Ash Ketchum—she knows strategy inside and out."
"How are things with Team Rocket?" Andrew asked, changing the subject.
Gary's expression darkened. "Cassidy and Butch reported back. They're furious about Mount Moon. There's chatter that you're a priority target now. They're trying to figure out who you are, what your capabilities are."
"Do they know about my parents?"
"If they do, they're keeping it quiet," Gary said. "But it's only a matter of time. When they find out, the stakes are going to escalate significantly."
Andrew nodded. "Then I need to be stronger. Starting with Misty's badge today."
The Cerulean Gym Challenge
The next morning, Andrew walked into Cerulean Gym. The facility was even more impressive up close—professional, well-maintained, and designed for water-type battles.
Misty stood at the far end of the pool in her gym leader attire. She had red hair tied back, sharp eyes, and the bearing of someone who'd traveled with a legend. She watched Andrew approach with Pikachu on his shoulder, and her expression shifted—first recognition, then confusion.
"Welcome to Cerulean Gym," Misty said. "I'm Misty, the Gym Leader. You here for a badge challenge?"
"Yes, ma'am," Andrew replied. "I'm Andrew. I've got my first badge from Pewter. I'd like to challenge you for the Cascade Badge."
Misty studied him more closely, and something flickered across her face. "Andrew… there's something familiar about you. Have we met before?"
"Not directly," Andrew said, meeting her gaze steadily. "But you might have known my parents. James and Jessie."
Misty's entire body went rigid. Her eyes widened, and her hand moved instinctively toward a Pokéball—then stopped. She took a sharp breath.
"James and Jessie?" she said quietly. "Team Rocket?"
"Former Team Rocket," Andrew said calmly. "They left that life a long time ago. They're good people now. And I'm here to prove that I'm not defined by their past—I'm defined by who I choose to be."
There was a long moment of silence. Misty's jaw tightened. Then she nodded slowly.
"Alright," she said. "We'll settle this in battle. If you've got the skill to back up that confidence, then your parents' past isn't my concern. But I'm warning you—I don't go easy on anyone."
Andrew smiled slightly. "I wouldn't expect you to."
Misty gestured to the pool. "This match will be three-on-three. You, as the challenger, can switch out after I send my Pokémon. Standard rules apply. Ready?"
"Ready," Andrew confirmed.
Both trainers took their positions on opposite sides of the arena. The referee—a neutral official in formal attire—stood between them.
"Gym Leader Misty versus Challenger Andrew," the referee announced. "This is a three-on-three match. The challenger may switch Pokémon. Pokémon are unable to battle when they can no longer continue. The match ends when all three of one trainer's Pokémon are unable to continue. Let the battle begin!"
Misty threw her first Pokéball. "Staryu, let's start!"
A beautiful starfish Pokémon emerged, spinning gracefully in the water. Its core glowed with a warm light.
Andrew threw his first Pokéball. "Charmeleon, I choose you!"
Charmeleon burst from his ball, landing on a floating platform. The fire-type was visibly nervous—water was not his element. But Andrew could see the determination in his eyes.
"This isn't going to be easy," Andrew called out, "but we've trained for this! Charmeleon, use Dragon Claw!"
Charmeleon roared and extended his arms. The dragon energy coalesced around his forearms, forming glowing claws. He leaped forward—
The battle for the Cascade Badge had begun.

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The Cerulean Gym was elegant and modern, with a large indoor pool that served as the battlefield. Water cascaded from various levels, and the facility gleamed with professional maintenance.
Misty stood at the far end of the pool in her gym leader attire—confident, composed, and radiating experience. She had red hair tied back, sharp eyes, and the bearing of someone who'd traveled with a legend.
She watched Andrew approach with Pikachu on his shoulder, and her expression shifted—recognition, but also confusion.
"Welcome to Cerulean Gym," Misty said. "I'm Misty, the Gym Leader. You here for a badge challenge?"
"Yes, ma'am," Andrew replied. "I'm Andrew. I've got my first badge from Pewter. I'd like to challenge you for the Cascade Badge."
Misty studied him more closely. "Andrew… there's something familiar about you. Have we met before?"
"Not directly," Andrew said, meeting her gaze steadily. "But you might have known my parents. James and Jessie."
Misty's entire body went rigid. Her eyes widened, and her hand moved instinctively toward a Pokéball—then stopped. She took a sharp breath.
"James and Jessie?" she said quietly. "Team Rocket?"
"Former Team Rocket," Andrew said calmly. "They left that life a long time ago. They're good people now. And I'm here to prove that I'm not defined by their past—I'm defined by who I choose to be."
There was a long moment of silence. Misty's jaw tightened. Then she nodded slowly.
"Alright," she said. "We'll settle this in battle. If you've got the skill to back up that confidence, then your parents' past isn't my concern. But I'm warning you—I don't go easy on anyone."
Andrew smiled slightly. "I wouldn't expect you to."
Misty gestured to the pool. "This match will be three-on-three. You, as the challenger, can switch out after I send my Pokémon. Standard rules apply. Ready?"
"Ready," Andrew confirmed.
Both trainers took their positions on opposite sides of the arena. The referee—a neutral official in formal attire—stood between them.
"Gym Leader Misty versus Challenger Andrew," the referee announced. "This is a three-on-three match. The challenger may switch Pokémon. Pokémon are unable to battle when they can no longer continue. The match ends when all three of one trainer's Pokémon are unable to continue. Let the battle begin!"
Round One: Charmeleon vs Staryu
Misty threw her first Pokéball. "Staryu, let's start!"
A beautiful starfish Pokémon emerged, spinning gracefully in the water. Its core glowed with a warm light.
Andrew threw his first Pokéball. "Charmeleon, I choose you!"
Charmeleon burst from his ball, landing on a floating platform. The fire-type was visibly nervous—water was not his element. But Andrew could see the determination in his eyes.
"This isn't going to be easy," Andrew called out, "but we've trained for this! Charmeleon, use Dragon Claw!"
Charmeleon roared and extended his arms. The dragon energy coalesced around his forearms, forming glowing claws. He leaped forward across the floating platforms.
"Staryu, Water Gun!" Misty commanded.
A jet of water shot toward Charmeleon, who barely twisted in midair to dodge. He landed on another platform and immediately launched forward again, slashing with Dragon Claw.
The attack connected—Staryu's core flickered as it took the hit.
But Misty was experienced. "Staryu, Rapid Spin into the water!"
Staryu dove beneath the surface, spinning like a buzzsaw. The water churned violently, and suddenly Staryu launched upward like a missile, striking Charmeleon hard from below.
Charmeleon was sent flying, crashing onto a platform. He struggled to his feet, panting heavily.
"You're doing great!" Andrew encouraged. "One more Dragon Claw—give it everything!"
Charmeleon roared and charged again, his claws blazing with dragon energy. Staryu met him head-on with another Rapid Spin.
The two attacks collided in a massive burst of energy. Water sprayed everywhere. Dragon force crackled through the air. The gym shook from the impact.
When the mist cleared, both Pokémon were down—Charmeleon collapsed on a platform, Staryu floating motionless in the water.
The referee raised both flags. "Both Pokémon are unable to battle! This round is a draw!"
Andrew recalled Charmeleon with pride, pressing the Pokéball to his chest. "You were amazing. Rest now."
Misty recalled Staryu with a small smile. "Not bad at all."
Round Two: Pikachu vs Starmie
"Starmie, you're up!" Misty called, throwing her second Pokéball.
A larger, more evolved starfish Pokémon emerged—Starmie, with its purple body and gleaming jewel core. This one radiated power and experience.
Andrew didn't hesitate. "Pikachu, I need you!"
Pikachu leaped from Andrew's shoulder onto the battlefield, electricity crackling around his cheeks. The mouse Pokémon looked determined despite the type disadvantage.
"Starmie, Hydro Pump!"
A massive torrent of water blasted toward Pikachu.
"Quick Attack to dodge, then Thunderbolt!" Andrew commanded.
Pikachu became a blur, dodging the water stream with incredible agility and firing back with a powerful Thunderbolt. The electricity struck Starmie directly—the water-type cried out but held its ground, more resilient than expected.
"Starmie, Psybeam!"
A rainbow-colored beam shot from Starmie's core. Pikachu barely rolled out of the way, the psychic energy scorching the platform where he'd been standing.
The battle intensified. Starmie was fast, powerful, and had type advantage. But Pikachu was faster, more agile, and Andrew's training had paid off.
"Pikachu, Iron Tail!"
Pikachu's tail glowed metallic silver as he spun and struck Starmie hard. The psychic-water type reeled backward, its core flickering.
"Now, Thunderbolt again!"
Another blast of electricity. Starmie was weakening, but it wasn't done yet.
"Starmie, Recover!"
The starfish Pokémon's core glowed brightly as it began healing itself, its injuries fading.
Andrew gritted his teeth. They couldn't let this drag on. "We can't let it recover completely! Pikachu, use Chidori!"
Pikachu's eyes widened—then narrowed with determination. This was it. The move they'd been practicing.
Electricity surged through Pikachu's body, channeling down into his paws. He brought his forearms together, spinning them rapidly. The electricity concentrated into a tight, rotating lance of pure electrical energy—crackling, focused, deadly.
Pikachu charged forward with blinding speed.
Misty's eyes widened. "What is that move?!"
"Pikachu, strike!"
Pikachu's electrified paws pierced through Starmie's Recover technique, striking the core directly. The concentrated electricity didn't spread—it pierced, driving deep into the water-type's defenses like a spear.
Starmie's jewel flickered violently, then went dark.
The Pokémon collapsed into the water.
The referee raised his flag. "Starmie is unable to battle! The challenger wins this round!"
Misty stared in disbelief for a moment, then recalled her Pokémon. "That was… I've never seen a move like that before."
Andrew was breathing hard, and Pikachu was visibly exhausted, his breathing labored. "It's something we've been working on."
Misty's expression hardened with respect. "Alright then. Let's see how you handle this. Gyarados, let's finish this!"
Round Three: Pikachu vs Gyarados
The water exploded as a massive serpentine Pokémon emerged—Gyarados, towering at over twenty feet tall and intimidating beyond measure. Its roar shook the entire gym, rattling the windows.
Pikachu looked up at the massive water-dragon type, exhausted but refusing to back down.
"Pikachu," Andrew said quietly, "you've already done so much. If you need to rest—"
"Pika!" Pikachu snapped back, electricity crackling weakly around his cheeks. His message was clear: I'm finishing this.
Andrew smiled, pride swelling in his chest. "Then let's win this together."
"Gyarados, Hydro Pump!"
A colossal stream of water—wider than Pikachu's entire body—blasted toward the mouse Pokémon.
"Quick Attack, evade and circle!" Andrew commanded.
Pikachu moved like lightning despite his exhaustion, dodging the water and racing around the arena, forcing Gyarados to track him with its massive head.
"Thunderbolt!"
The electricity struck Gyarados—and the massive Pokémon roared in pain. Electric attacks were super effective against water-flying types.
But Gyarados wasn't going down easily. "Gyarados, Dragon Rage!"
A blast of draconic energy erupted from Gyarados's mouth. Pikachu was caught in the explosion and sent flying, crashing onto a platform with a sickening thud.
"Pikachu!" Andrew shouted, his voice cracking.
The mouse Pokémon struggled to stand, breathing hard. He was running on sheer willpower now, his legs trembling.
"Gyarados, finish this with Aqua Tail!"
Gyarados's massive tail glowed with water energy as it swung downward like a hammer.
"Pikachu, Iron Tail to counter!"
Pikachu's tail glowed metallic, and he leaped upward to meet the attack. The two tails collided with a deafening CLANG that echoed through the gym, and both Pokémon were thrown backward from the sheer force.
Pikachu landed hard, barely keeping himself upright.
Andrew knew this was it. One more attack would decide everything.
"Pikachu… can you do it? One more Chidori?"
Pikachu looked back at Andrew, exhausted but determined. His eyes burned with resolve. He nodded.
Electricity began to surge through Pikachu's body again. Slower this time. More strained. The effort was visible—but the focus was there. The energy channeled into his paws, spinning, condensing into that piercing lance of electricity.
"Gyarados, Hydro Pump! End this!"
The massive water blast launched toward Pikachu—an overwhelming wall of water.
"Pikachu, charge through it!"
Pikachu ran forward—directly into the Hydro Pump. The water pressure was immense, pushing against him with crushing force. But the Chidori technique pierced through the stream, creating a path. The spinning electricity cut through the water like a drill.
Pikachu pushed forward with everything he had left.
Closer.
Closer.
His vision blurred. His muscles screamed.
Strike!
Pikachu's electrified paws struck Gyarados's chest directly. The concentrated electricity surged through the water-type's body in a devastating cascade.
Gyarados roared—a sound of pain and defeat—then collapsed into the pool with a massive splash that sent water flying across the entire gym.
Silence filled the arena.
The referee raised his flag, voice ringing out. "Gyarados is unable to battle! The winner is Challenger Andrew!"
Pikachu collapsed onto a floating platform, completely exhausted. His eyes closed.
Andrew rushed forward, splashing through shallow water, and scooped up his partner carefully.
"You were incredible," Andrew whispered, cradling Pikachu. "I'm so proud of you."
"Pika…" Pikachu managed weakly, nuzzling against Andrew's chest before going limp in his arms—not unconscious, just utterly spent.
After the Battle
Misty recalled Gyarados and walked across the pool's edge toward Andrew. Her expression was a mix of respect, astonishment, and genuine admiration.
"That was one of the most intense battles I've had in years," Misty said. "Your Pikachu fought with everything it had. And that technique—Chidori—I've never seen anything like it. Where did you learn that?"
Andrew smiled tiredly, still holding Pikachu. "We created it together. It's not in any training manual."
Misty's eyebrows rose. "You created it? That's… that's advanced-level training. Most trainers don't innovate like that until they've been battling for years."
"I guess I like to think outside the box," Andrew said.
Misty reached into her jacket and pulled out a badge shaped like a water droplet—the Cascade Badge, gleaming in the gym's light.
"You've earned this," she said, handing it to him. "You're a skilled trainer, Andrew. And whatever your parents' past might be… you're forging your own path. I respect that."
Andrew accepted the badge with his free hand, holding it up carefully so Pikachu could see. The mouse Pokémon's eyes fluttered open slightly, and a weak smile crossed his face.
"Alright!" Andrew said, his voice full of emotion. "I got the Cascade Badge!"
Pikachu gave a weak but triumphant, "Pika!"
Misty smiled. "Get your Pokémon to the Pokémon Center. They've earned a good rest."
"Thank you, Misty," Andrew said sincerely. "This battle… it meant a lot."
"To me too," Misty replied. "Good luck on your journey, Andrew. Something tells me we'll be hearing your name again."
That Night - Misty's Phone Call
Misty sat in her private quarters that evening, staring at her video phone. She hesitated for a moment, then dialed a familiar number.
The screen flickered, and a young man's face appeared—older now, with familiar dark hair and warm brown eyes that had seen countless battles. Ash Ketchum, World Monarch and longtime friend.
"Misty!" Ash grinned widely. "Hey! How's it going? It's been a while!"
"Hey, Ash," Misty said with a smile. "Sorry to call so late. I know you're busy with the World Tournament prep."
"Never too busy for you," Ash replied warmly. "What's up? You look like something's on your mind."
Misty leaned back in her chair. "I had an interesting battle today. A new trainer—just starting his journey. Got his first badge from Forrest at Pewter Gym."
"Oh yeah? How'd it go?"
"He won," Misty said simply. "Three-on-three. His Charmeleon drew with my Staryu, and then his Pikachu took down both Starmie and Gyarados."
Ash's eyes widened in surprise. "His Pikachu beat your Gyarados? That's seriously impressive! Your Gyarados is no joke."
"That's not even the craziest part," Misty continued, leaning forward. "He used this technique I've never seen before—called it Chidori. It was this concentrated, piercing electrical attack that punched straight through my Pokémon's defenses. Completely original. He said he created it himself."
Ash leaned forward, genuinely interested now. "Created his own move? That's really advanced for a new trainer. What's his name?"
"Andrew," Misty said quietly, watching Ash's reaction carefully. "And here's the thing, Ash… his parents are James and Jessie."
Ash's expression froze. His eyes went wide. "Wait… Team Rocket James and Jessie? Jessie and James?"
"Former Team Rocket," Misty clarified quickly. "Apparently they left that life behind years ago. Started a family. But yeah, those two."
Ash was silent for a moment, processing. His expression cycled through surprise, nostalgia, and something softer. "Wow. I never thought… I mean, we haven't heard from them in years. I always wondered what happened to them after they stopped following us around."
"The kid's got nothing to do with Team Rocket," Misty said firmly. "He's his own person. He's fighting his own battles, making his own path. And honestly, Ash… he reminded me of you."
"Me?" Ash looked genuinely surprised. "How?"
"Yeah," Misty said with a small, fond smile. "When you were just starting out. That determination. That bond with his Pokémon. The way he fights—not just to win, but because he genuinely cares about his team. The way his Pikachu refused to give up even when exhausted. He's got that same fire you had back in the day."
Ash smiled softly, a bit nostalgic. "That's high praise coming from you, Misty."
"I mean it," Misty said seriously. "I think he's going to go far. And if he keeps developing techniques like that Chidori move… he might become something really special. Maybe even World Monarch material someday."
"Sounds like someone worth keeping an eye on," Ash agreed thoughtfully. "Thanks for telling me, Misty. If he's really that good, and he's creating original techniques… yeah, I'd like to meet him someday."
"I figured you'd want to know," Misty said. "Especially given the history with his parents."
"Yeah," Ash said, his expression distant for a moment. "Jessie and James… they weren't bad people. Just… misguided. If they found a better path, I'm happy for them. And their kid sounds like he's doing them proud."
They talked for a little while longer—catching up on tournament schedules, mutual friends, memories of old battles. After the call ended, Misty sat in the quiet of her room, thinking about the young trainer who'd challenged her that day.
James and Jessie's son.
A kid with his own dream, his own path, his own bond with his Pokémon.
And the determination to see it through, no matter what.
She smiled to herself.
"Good luck, Andrew," she whispered to the empty room. "Something tells me you're going to need it. The road ahead won't be easy."
Outside her window, the moon hung full and bright over Cerulean City, casting silver light across the water. Somewhere out there, a young trainer was resting with his team, one step closer to his dreams.
And the world was starting to take notice.

A/N how was it. Do u think I introduced ash to early or was it okay

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The sun was high over Route 5 as Andrew walked the path toward Vermilion City. Pikachu rode on his shoulder as usual, and the rest of his team rested in their Pokéballs after a morning of training. Two badges down—the Boulder Badge and the Cascade Badge—both gleaming on the inside of his jacket.
He was making good time. The route was peaceful, with trainers scattered here and there practicing with their Pokémon. Andrew was content to just walk and enjoy the journey when he heard a familiar voice call out.
"Well, well! If it isn't Andrew!"
Andrew turned to see a young woman with bright eyes and an energetic smile walking toward him. She had a Squirtle—now noticeably bigger and more confident than when they'd first received their starters—walking beside her.
"Penny?" Andrew said, surprised but pleased. "Hey! It's been a while!"
Penny jogged up to him, her Squirtle keeping pace. "I know, right? Last time we saw each other was at Professor Oak's lab when we picked up our starters. How's your journey going?"
"Pretty good," Andrew said with a smile. "I've got two badges so far—Pewter and Cerulean. How about you? How's the performing circuit treating you?"
Penny's face lit up. "It's amazing! I've competed in three showcases so far. Haven't won yet, but I'm getting better each time. Squirtle and I have been working on this water-and-spin routine that's really coming together."
"That's awesome," Andrew said genuinely. "I'd love to see one of your performances sometime."
"You should!" Penny said enthusiastically. Then she glanced past Andrew and waved. "Oh, hey! Adrian's here too!"
Andrew turned to see another familiar face approaching—Adrian Oak, Professor Gary Oak's son. He walked with the confident stride of someone who'd been winning battles. At his side was an Ivysaur, the evolved form of the Bulbasaur he'd chosen back at the lab.
"Andrew, Penny," Adrian greeted with a nod. His expression was friendly but competitive. "Didn't expect to run into you two out here."
"Adrian!" Penny said cheerfully. "Your Bulbasaur evolved! That's so cool!"
"Yeah, happened a few weeks ago," Adrian said, reaching down to pat Ivysaur's head. The grass-poison type looked strong and well-trained. "We've been putting in the work."
Andrew studied Adrian's Ivysaur, impressed. "Looks like you've been training hard. How many badges do you have?"
"Three," Adrian said simply. "Pewter, Cerulean, and Vermilion. I just finished challenging Lt. Surge yesterday."
Penny whistled. "Three already? You're ahead of both of us!"
"What about you, Andrew?" Adrian asked, his gaze sharp and appraising. "How many badges?"
"Two," Andrew replied. "Pewter and Cerulean. I'm headed to Vermilion next."
Adrian's eyes gleamed with interest. "Two badges, huh? I heard something interesting from my dad. He mentioned you had an intense battle with Misty. Said you used some kind of custom technique?"
Andrew felt Pikachu shift on his shoulder, sensing the competitive energy building. "Yeah. We've been working on developing some original moves."
"Original moves," Adrian repeated, his tone somewhere between impressed and skeptical. "That's ambitious for a new trainer."
There was a pause. The air between them shifted—not hostile, but charged with the unmistakable tension of two trainers sizing each other up.
Penny looked between them and grinned. "Oh boy, I know that look. You two are about to battle, aren't you?"
Adrian smirked. "What do you say, Andrew? We both started our journeys the same day. We both picked our starters from my dad's lab. Seems like a good time to see who's gotten stronger."
Andrew met Adrian's gaze and smiled. The competitive fire in his chest ignited. "You're on. What are the terms?"
"One-on-one," Adrian said immediately. "Our starters. Your Charmeleon against my Ivysaur."
Andrew raised an eyebrow. "You sure? Fire beats grass. That's a pretty big type disadvantage for you."
Adrian's smirk widened. "That's exactly why I want this match. If I can beat you despite the type disadvantage, it proves I'm the better trainer. And if you win, well… you had the advantage, so it's expected."
Andrew couldn't help but laugh. "Alright, I respect the confidence. Let's do it."
Penny clapped her hands together. "Yes! Okay, I'll referee! This is going to be good!"
The Battle Setup
They found a cleared area just off the main route—a natural battlefield with packed dirt and a few scattered rocks. Perfect for a one-on-one match.
Andrew and Adrian took positions on opposite sides, about twenty meters apart. Penny stood off to the side with her Squirtle, ready to officiate.
"This will be a one-on-one battle between Andrew and Adrian!" Penny announced, clearly enjoying herself. "The battle ends when one Pokémon is unable to continue! Trainers, send out your Pokémon!"
Andrew unclipped Charmeleon's Pokéball. "Charmeleon, let's show them what we've got!"
The fire-type burst from his ball with a roar, flames dancing on his tail. Charmeleon looked across the field at his opponent with focused intensity.
Adrian threw his Pokéball smoothly. "Ivysaur, time to battle!"
Ivysaur emerged, planting its feet firmly. The bulb on its back was large and vibrant, radiating grass-type energy. The evolved Pokémon looked calm and experienced.
Pikachu hopped off Andrew's shoulder to watch from the sidelines, his ears perked forward with interest.
Penny raised her hand. "Trainers ready?"
Both Andrew and Adrian nodded.
"Then… begin!"
The Battle: Charmeleon vs Ivysaur
"Ivysaur, Razor Leaf!" Adrian commanded immediately.
Ivysaur's bulb glowed, and a barrage of sharp leaves shot toward Charmeleon like throwing knives.
"Charmeleon, dodge with your speed and counter with Ember!" Andrew called.
Charmeleon darted to the side, the leaves slicing through empty air where he'd been standing. He opened his mouth and unleashed a stream of small fireballs.
"Ivysaur, Vine Whip to deflect!"
Two thick vines extended from Ivysaur's bulb, whipping through the air and batting away most of the embers. A few still got through, singing Ivysaur's hide, but the grass-type held firm.
"Not bad," Andrew muttered. Adrian's Ivysaur had clearly been trained well—its reaction time was excellent.
"Ivysaur, Vine Whip again—grab him!"
The vines shot forward, faster this time, attempting to entangle Charmeleon.
"Dragon Claw!" Andrew commanded.
Charmeleon's arms glowed with draconic energy as he slashed forward with two swift strikes, cutting through the vines before they could grab him.
Adrian nodded approvingly. "Nice execution on that Dragon Claw."
"Impressive," Adrian admitted. "But we're not done yet. Ivysaur, Sleep Powder!"
Ivysaur's bulb released a cloud of sparkling blue powder that began to spread across the battlefield.
"Charmeleon, use your flames to burn it away! Flamethrower!"
Charmeleon unleashed a massive stream of fire. The heat ignited the Sleep Powder mid-air, burning it away before it could reach him. The field was momentarily filled with bright sparks as the powder combusted.
"Smart counter," Adrian said, clearly analyzing Andrew's battle style. "But let's see how you handle this. Ivysaur, Leech Seed!"
A seed shot from Ivysaur's bulb, arcing through the air toward Charmeleon.
"Dodge it!" Andrew called.
Charmeleon leaped to the side—but the seed landed near his feet and immediately burst, sending roots that wrapped around his legs.
"Got you," Adrian said. "Leech Seed will drain your Charmeleon's stamina while healing Ivysaur. The longer this battle goes, the worse it gets for you."
Andrew gritted his teeth. Adrian was right—Leech Seed was a problem. He needed to end this quickly.
"Charmeleon, Dragon Claw on the ground! Break those roots!"
Charmeleon slashed downward with glowing claws, cutting through the roots. They regrew almost immediately, but it bought him mobility.
"Now, close the distance! Dragon Rage!"
Charmeleon charged forward, unleashing a blast of dragon-fire energy.
"Ivysaur, counter with Solar Beam—wait, no, we don't have time to charge it. Use Tackle to dodge and close in!"
Ivysaur lunged to the side, narrowly avoiding the Dragon Rage, and charged directly at Charmeleon.
The two Pokémon collided in close combat—Charmeleon's claws against Ivysaur's vines, fire meeting grass, power against power.
"Charmeleon's stronger up close!" Andrew called. "Keep the pressure on! Metal Claw!"
Charmeleon's claw glowed metallic silver—a Steel-type move, super effective against grass. He slashed hard, catching Ivysaur across the side.
Ivysaur cried out, stumbling backward.
"Ivysaur, hang in there!" Adrian shouted. "Vine Whip—grab his arms!"
The vines shot out and wrapped around Charmeleon's forearms, pinning them.
"Now, Take Down!"
Ivysaur charged forward with all its weight, slamming into Charmeleon's chest. The fire-type was thrown backward, crashing into the dirt.
Both Pokémon were breathing hard now. Charmeleon struggled to his feet, flames on his tail burning intensely. Ivysaur stood firm but was clearly hurt from the Metal Claw.
"This is it," Andrew said quietly. "Charmeleon, one more Dragon Claw! Give it everything!"
Charmeleon roared, and the dragon energy around his claws blazed brighter than ever. He charged forward with incredible speed.
"Ivysaur, meet him head-on! Razor Leaf at point-blank range!"
Ivysaur's bulb glowed, preparing to unleash a devastating barrage of leaves at close range—
Charmeleon's Dragon Claw struck first.
The impact sent Ivysaur flying backward. The grass-type hit the ground hard and didn't get back up.
Penny raised her hand. "Ivysaur is unable to battle! Charmeleon wins! The victor is Andrew!"
After the Battle
Adrian recalled Ivysaur, his expression thoughtful rather than disappointed. "Good battle. Your Charmeleon's strong, and you've got solid battle instincts."
Andrew recalled Charmeleon, giving the Pokéball a grateful pat. "Your Ivysaur put up a serious fight. That Leech Seed strategy almost worked."
Adrian walked over, extending his hand. Andrew shook it.
"You've gotten stronger since we started," Adrian said. "But so have I. Next time we battle, I won't lose."
"I'm looking forward to it," Andrew replied with a grin.
Penny jogged over, Squirtle beside her. "That was awesome! You two are both really good!"
"Thanks for refereeing," Andrew said.
"Anytime!" Penny said brightly. Then she looked between them. "So where are you both headed next?"
"Vermilion City," Andrew said. "Going for my third badge."
"I'm headed back to Saffron for a bit," Adrian said. "Need to restock supplies and do some training before I challenge Sabrina."
"And I've got a showcase in Celadon City next week," Penny added. "We should all exchange contact info! That way we can keep in touch and maybe meet up again."
They quickly exchanged Pokédex contact information, and after a few more minutes of conversation, they parted ways—Penny heading west, Adrian heading north, and Andrew continuing south toward Vermilion.
As Andrew walked, Pikachu back on his shoulder, he couldn't help but smile.
"That was a good battle," Andrew said to Pikachu. "Adrian's strong. And Penny's doing her own thing. It's nice to see how everyone's growing."
"Pika," Pikachu agreed, nuzzling against Andrew's cheek.
Andrew looked at the two badges inside his jacket, then toward the horizon where Vermilion City waited.
The journey continued.
Meanwhile - Professor Oak's Lab
Gary Oak sat at his desk, reviewing research data when his video phone chimed. He answered it to see his son's face on the screen.
"Dad," Adrian said. "Just thought I'd check in."
"Adrian!" Gary smiled. "How's the journey going?"
"Good. Three badges now. Just ran into Andrew and Penny on Route 5."
Gary's expression became more interested. "Andrew? How's he doing?"
"Two badges. We had a battle—one-on-one, my Ivysaur against his Charmeleon. I lost."
Gary raised an eyebrow. "You took a type disadvantage battle?"
"I wanted to see how strong he really was," Adrian said. "He's got solid fundamentals and his Charmeleon is well-trained. The type advantage was real, but he also fought smart."
Gary leaned back in his chair, thoughtful. "He's been progressing well from what I've heard."
"He's good," Adrian admitted. "Really good. But I'm not giving up. Next time we battle, I'll be ready for those techniques."
Gary smiled. "That's the spirit. Friendly rivalry makes both trainers stronger."
"Yeah," Adrian said. "Anyway, just wanted to update you. I'll call again soon."
"Stay safe out there, son."
The call ended, and Gary sat in quiet contemplation. Andrew was progressing well—perhaps even faster than anticipated. Custom techniques, strong bonds with his Pokémon, and now earning the respect of other talented trainers.
"James and Jessie's boy," Gary murmured to himself. "Looks like you're making quite the name for yourself, Andrew."
Outside the lab, the sun continued its arc across the sky, and somewhere on the roads of Kanto, three young trainers pursued their dreams—each growing stronger with every step.

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Vermilion City bustled with activity as Andrew made his way through the port town. Ships came and went from the harbor, sailors called out to each other, and the smell of salt water filled the air. The Vermilion Gym stood near the waterfront—a large, imposing building with electric-themed architecture.
Andrew paused outside, looking up at the gym's entrance. Pikachu sat on his shoulder, ears perked forward.
"This is it," Andrew said quietly. "Lt. Surge. They say he's one of the toughest gym leaders in Kanto."
"Pika," Pikachu responded, electricity crackling around his cheeks.
Andrew pushed open the doors and stepped inside.
Inside Vermilion Gym
The interior of the gym was industrial—metal floors, exposed wiring designed to look like lightning bolts, and bright overhead lights. At the far end of the battlefield stood a tall, muscular man with blonde hair styled into a flat-top. He wore military-style clothing and had an intimidating presence.
Lt. Surge.
He looked up as Andrew approached, his expression skeptical.
"Another baby trainer looking for a badge?" Surge called out, his voice booming. "You sure you're ready for this, kid? My Pokémon don't go easy on anyone."
Andrew met his gaze steadily. "I've got two badges already. Pewter and Cerulean. I'm ready."
Surge raised an eyebrow. "Pewter and Cerulean, huh? Not bad. But this is an Electric-type gym. My Pokémon hit hard and fast. You bring any Ground-types?"
"No," Andrew said. "But I've got a strategy."
Surge grinned—a sharp, competitive expression. "I like your confidence. Alright then, let's see what you've got. This'll be a three-on-three match. Standard gym rules. You can switch out, I can't. Sound good?"
"Sounds good," Andrew confirmed.
They took their positions on opposite sides of the battlefield. The referee—a gym trainer in military fatigues—stood at the center.
"This is an official gym battle between Gym Leader Lt. Surge and Challenger Andrew!" the referee announced. "Three Pokémon each. The battle ends when all of one trainer's Pokémon are unable to continue. Begin!"
Round One: Haunter vs Voltorb
"Voltorb, you're up!" Surge threw his first Pokéball.
A spherical Pokémon emerged, looking like a Poké Ball with eyes. It hovered in place, crackling with electricity.
Andrew threw his Pokéball. "Haunter, let's go!"
The ghost-type emerged, floating ominously above the battlefield, its gaseous form swirling.
Surge's grin widened. "A Ghost-type? Smart thinking, kid. Electric moves won't do much against that. But let's see how you handle this. Voltorb, Rollout!"
Voltorb curled up and launched forward, spinning rapidly across the battlefield.
"Haunter, phase through it and use Shadow Ball!" Andrew commanded.
Haunter's body became translucent as Voltorb passed harmlessly through it. Then Haunter fired a Shadow Ball that struck Voltorb directly, sending it spinning off course.
"Voltorb, Sonic Boom!"
A shockwave of sound blasted toward Haunter.
"Dodge and counter with Night Shade!"
Haunter vanished, reappearing behind Voltorb. Dark energy enveloped the electric-type, and Voltorb cried out as the ghost-type attack hit home.
"Voltorb's taking damage," Surge muttered. "Alright, time to switch tactics. Voltorb, Self-Destruct!"
Andrew's eyes widened. "Haunter, get out of there!"
But Voltorb glowed brightly and exploded in a massive blast. The shockwave rocked the gym.
When the smoke cleared, Voltorb was unconscious on the ground—but Haunter had phased out at the last second, floating above the battlefield, singed but still in fighting condition.
The referee raised his flag. "Voltorb is unable to battle!"
Surge recalled his Pokémon, nodding with approval. "Not bad. You've got good instincts. But let's see how you handle this. Magneton, go!"
Round Two: Haunter vs Magneton
Three linked magnets emerged from Surge's Pokéball—Magneton, a Steel and Electric-type with powerful magnetic fields surrounding it.
"Magneton, Thunder Wave!"
A paralyzing wave of electricity shot toward Haunter.
"Haunter, dodge and use Shadow Ball—rapid fire!"
Haunter weaved through the Thunder Wave and began firing multiple Shadow Balls in quick succession. This was the technique Andrew had been training—creating multiple projectiles to overwhelm the opponent.
The Shadow Balls struck Magneton from different angles, each impact causing the steel-type to wobble in midair.
"Magneton, Magnet Bomb!"
Metallic orbs shot from Magneton's magnets, homing in on Haunter.
"Phase through them!"
Haunter became intangible again, the bombs passing through its ghostly form harmlessly.
"Now, while it's recovering—Shadow Ball barrage and detonate!"
Haunter fired five Shadow Balls in rapid succession, surrounding Magneton. Then, with precise control, Haunter detonated them all at once.
The explosions created a cloud of smoke and energy. When it cleared, Magneton was smoking and sparking, barely hovering.
"Finish it with Night Shade!" Andrew called.
Dark energy wrapped around Magneton, and the steel-type fell to the ground with a metallic clang.
The referee raised his flag. "Magneton is unable to battle!"
Surge recalled Magneton, his expression serious now. Two of his Pokémon down, and Haunter was still standing—tired, but standing.
"You're better than I thought, kid," Surge said. "But this is where it ends. Raichu, let's show them what real power looks like!"
Round Three: Haunter vs Raichu (Brief)
A large, orange mouse-like Pokémon emerged—Raichu, the evolved form of Pikachu. It was bigger, more muscular, and its tail crackled with intense electrical energy.
"Raichu, Thunderbolt!"
A massive bolt of electricity shot across the battlefield.
"Haunter, dodge—"
But Raichu was too fast. The Thunderbolt struck before Haunter could phase out completely. The ghost-type cried out and collapsed to the ground, wisps of smoke rising from its form.
The referee raised his flag. "Haunter is unable to battle!"
Andrew recalled Haunter, pressing the Pokéball to his chest. "You did amazing. Rest now."
He looked across the battlefield at Raichu, then at Pikachu on his shoulder.
"You ready?" Andrew asked quietly.
Pikachu's expression was intense, determined. He leaped from Andrew's shoulder onto the battlefield, electricity crackling around his cheeks.
"Pika!"
Round Three: Pikachu vs Raichu
Surge stared at Pikachu, then at Andrew. "You're sending out a Pikachu? Against my Raichu?"
"That's right," Andrew said firmly.
Surge's expression changed—something flickered across his face. A memory.
(Flashback - Years Ago)
A younger Surge standing in this same gym. A young trainer with a backwards cap and a determined expression. And a Pikachu—smaller, scrappier, but with eyes that burned with the same fire.
"You think your baby Pikachu can beat my evolved Raichu?" Surge had laughed.
And then he'd lost.
That trainer had been Ash Ketchum.
(End Flashback)
Surge's jaw tightened. "Alright, kid. If you want to try this, I'll respect it. But don't expect me to hold back. Raichu, Thunderbolt!"
"Pikachu, dodge with Quick Attack!"
Pikachu became a blur, the Thunderbolt striking where he'd been moments before. He raced across the battlefield, moving faster than the eye could follow.
"Thunder!"
A massive bolt of lightning crashed down from above.
"Keep moving!" Andrew shouted.
Pikachu dodged again, the Thunder strike leaving a smoking crater in the battlefield.
"Now, Thunderbolt!"
Pikachu fired back, his electricity striking Raichu directly. The larger Pokémon grunted but held its ground.
"Raichu, Mega Punch!"
Raichu's fist glowed as it charged forward with surprising speed.
"Iron Tail to block!"
Pikachu's tail glowed metallic, and he spun to meet the punch. The two attacks collided with a resounding CLANG, and both Pokémon were pushed backward.
"This Pikachu…" Surge muttered, watching the battle unfold. "It's just like back then."
(Another Flashback)
Ash's Pikachu, exhausted but refusing to give up. Using speed, agility, and sheer willpower to overcome the power difference.
"Pikachu, use the gym equipment!" Ash had shouted.
And Pikachu had won through creativity and determination.
(End Flashback)
"Raichu, Thunder again!"
Another massive lightning bolt crashed down.
"Pikachu, use Chidori!"
Electricity surged through Pikachu's body, channeling into his paws. He brought his forearms together, the electricity spinning and concentrating into that piercing lance of power.
Pikachu charged forward—directly into the Thunder attack.
Surge's eyes widened. "What is he doing?!"
The Chidori pierced through the Thunder, creating a path through the electrical energy. Pikachu pushed forward, the concentrated electricity in his paws cutting through Raichu's attack like a spear through water.
"Impossible…" Surge breathed.
Pikachu closed the distance and struck Raichu directly in the chest with the Chidori.
Raichu roared in pain as the concentrated electricity surged through its body—not wild and scattered, but focused and precise.
The larger Pokémon stumbled backward.
"Raichu, Mega Kick!"
Raichu recovered and kicked out with devastating force, catching Pikachu and sending him flying across the battlefield.
Pikachu hit the ground hard, rolling to a stop. He struggled to his feet, breathing heavily.
Both Pokémon were exhausted now. This battle had pushed them both to their limits.
"This is it," Surge said, his voice carrying respect now. "One more attack decides everything. Raichu, give it everything—Thunder!"
"Pikachu," Andrew called out, "one more Chidori! Let's finish this!"
Both Pokémon gathered their remaining strength.
Raichu's body crackled with massive electrical energy as storm clouds seemed to gather overhead in the gym (an illusion created by the electric field).
Pikachu's paws glowed with that spinning, concentrated electricity—smaller in scale than Raichu's Thunder, but focused like a blade.
"Now!" both trainers shouted simultaneously.
Thunder crashed down from above.
Pikachu charged forward, Chidori blazing.
The two attacks met in the center of the battlefield.
There was a blinding flash of light—
Then an explosion of electrical energy that shook the entire gym—
When the light faded and the smoke cleared, both Pokémon were down.
Pikachu lay on the ground, completely exhausted.
Raichu was collapsed on its side, unconscious.
The referee stared for a moment, then raised both flags. "Both Pokémon are unable to— wait."
Pikachu's ear twitched.
Slowly, painfully, the mouse Pokémon pushed himself up on shaking legs. His breathing was ragged, his body was covered in burns and scorch marks, but his eyes were still burning with determination.
"Pika…" he managed weakly.
Raichu didn't move.
The referee raised his flag. "Raichu is unable to battle! Pikachu is the winner! Victory goes to Challenger Andrew!"
After the Battle
The gym fell silent for a moment. Then Surge began to laugh—not mockingly, but with genuine respect and amazement.
"I'll be damned," Surge said, recalling Raichu. "You actually did it, kid. That Pikachu of yours… it's something special."
Andrew rushed onto the battlefield and carefully picked up Pikachu, cradling him gently. "You were incredible. I'm so proud of you."
"Pika…" Pikachu nuzzled weakly against Andrew's chest before his eyes closed, utterly spent.
Surge walked over, extending his hand. Andrew shifted Pikachu carefully and shook it.
"That was one hell of a battle," Surge said. "Your Pikachu refused to give up, just like…" He paused, a distant look in his eyes.
"Like what?" Andrew asked.
Surge smiled slightly. "Just like another Pikachu I battled years ago. Trainer named Ash Ketchum. You remind me of him, actually."
Andrew's eyes widened slightly. "Ash Ketchum… the World Monarch?"
"Yeah," Surge said. "Back when he was just starting out, he came here with his Pikachu. I thought I'd crush him easily—my evolved Raichu against his little Pikachu. But that kid proved me wrong. Taught me that evolution isn't everything. Heart, determination, and the bond between trainer and Pokémon—those matter more."
Surge reached into his jacket and pulled out a badge shaped like a lightning bolt—the Thunder Badge.
"You've earned this," Surge said, handing it to Andrew. "You and your Pokémon fought with everything you had. That's what being a trainer is all about."
Andrew accepted the badge with his free hand, holding it up carefully so the exhausted Pikachu could see.
"We did it," Andrew whispered. "Thunder Badge, earned."
Surge patted Andrew on the shoulder. "Get your Pokémon to the Pokémon Center. They've earned a good rest. And kid?"
"Yeah?"
"Keep training that Pikachu. If you two keep growing together like this, you might just become something truly special. Maybe even World Monarch level someday."
Andrew smiled, exhausted but proud. "That's the goal."
Pokémon Center - That Evening
Andrew sat in the Pokémon Center waiting room while his team recovered. Nurse Joy had said they'd all be fine—just needed rest and healing.
He stared at the three badges now pinned inside his jacket: Boulder Badge, Cascade Badge, and Thunder Badge.
Three down. Five to go.
His Pokédex chimed—a video call. He answered it to see Gary Oak's face.
"Andrew," Gary said with a smile. "I heard from Lt. Surge. Congratulations on your third badge."
"Thank you, Professor," Andrew replied. "It was intense. Haunter took down two of his Pokémon, but Raichu was on another level."
"Surge mentioned your Pikachu refused to give up," Gary said. "He was impressed. Said it reminded him of Ash's Pikachu."
Andrew felt pride swell in his chest. "He mentioned that. High praise."
"It is," Gary agreed. "Surge doesn't compare trainers to Ash lightly. You're doing well, Andrew. Keep it up."
After the call ended, Nurse Joy returned with his Pokéballs.
"Your Pokémon are fully healed," she said with a warm smile. "They all fought very hard today."
Andrew released Pikachu, who immediately hopped onto his shoulder, looking refreshed.
"How are you feeling, buddy?" Andrew asked.
"Pika pika!" Pikachu responded energetically, nuzzling against Andrew's cheek.
Andrew smiled. "Good. Because we've got a long journey ahead of us still."
He looked out the window at Vermilion City's harbor, where ships were preparing to depart under the evening sky.
Three badges earned through determination, strategy, and the unbreakable bonds with his team.
And somewhere out there, Team Rocket was still operating. Cassidy and Butch knew his face. The organization was watching.
But Andrew wasn't afraid.
He had his Pokémon. He had his goals.
And he had the will to see them through.
The journey continued.
Meanwhile - Team Rocket Headquarters
In a dimly lit room, Cassidy and Butch stood before a large screen displaying surveillance footage from various Kanto locations.
"The kid's getting stronger," Butch said, reviewing footage of Andrew's gym battles. "Three badges already. And those techniques he's using—they're not standard."
Cassidy's expression was cold. "We need to know more about him. His background, his connections, his weaknesses."
A voice spoke from the shadows behind them—authoritative, commanding.
"Find out everything. James and Jessie's son has become… interesting."
Both operatives saluted. "Yes, sir."
The screen displayed a frozen image of Andrew holding up the Thunder Badge, Pikachu on his shoulder, both of them smiling.
In the darkness, someone was watching

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The road to Saffron City stretched before Andrew, winding through forests and open fields. He'd been walking for most of the day, his team resting in their Pokéballs except for Pikachu, who rode on his shoulder as always.
Three badges gleamed inside his jacket. The next goal was clear: Saffron City and the Psychic-type Gym Leader, Sabrina.
Andrew was lost in thought, mentally reviewing what he knew about Psychic-types and how to counter them, when Pikachu's ears suddenly perked up.
"Pika?"
Andrew stopped. "What is it?"
Then he heard it—a voice calling out from up ahead, gentle but carrying clearly through the trees.
"I know you can do it, Froakie! Just a bit more focus!"
Andrew rounded a bend in the path and stopped in his tracks.
Standing in a clearing off to the side of the road was a young man with messy dark hair, wearing a jacket and a very familiar backwards cap. Next to him stood a Pikachu—older, more battle-worn, with an air of absolute confidence. And in the clearing, a small blue frog-like Pokémon—a Froakie—was practicing Water Pulse attacks against a tree.
Andrew's breath caught.
That was Ash Ketchum. The World Monarch. The legendary trainer.
Ash's Pikachu noticed Andrew first, ears twitching. "Pika pi?"
Ash turned, and when he saw Andrew, his face broke into a friendly smile. "Oh, hey there! Sorry, didn't mean to block the road. Just doing some training."
Andrew managed to find his voice. "No, it's… you're Ash Ketchum."
Ash laughed, scratching the back of his head in that characteristic gesture. "Yeah, that's me. You're a trainer?"
"Yes," Andrew said, stepping closer. "I'm Andrew. I'm on my way to challenge Sabrina in Saffron City."
Ash's eyes lit up with interest. "Andrew… wait, Andrew? Misty called me about you! You're the one who beat her Gyarados with your Pikachu, right?"
Andrew felt his face flush slightly. "She told you about that?"
"Yeah!" Ash said enthusiastically. "She said you used some kind of custom technique—Chidori, was it? That's really creative! I love seeing trainers come up with new strategies."
Andrew's Pikachu and Ash's Pikachu were studying each other curiously. Ash's Pikachu hopped down and approached, and after a moment of sizing each other up, both mouse Pokémon seemed to nod with mutual respect.
"Your Pikachu's strong," Ash observed. "I can tell just by looking at him. You two have a good bond."
"Thank you," Andrew said, still somewhat starstruck. "That means a lot coming from you."
Ash glanced back at Froakie, who had stopped training and was now watching Andrew with intelligent, curious eyes. The water-type tilted its head, studying the new arrival.
"So," Ash said, turning back to Andrew, "what brings you all the way out here? Besides the gym challenge, I mean."
Andrew explained his journey so far—the three badges, his team, his goals to challenge all the gyms in Kanto and eventually travel to other regions.
As he spoke, Froakie slowly approached, moving closer to Andrew while still keeping a cautious distance.
Ash noticed and smiled knowingly. "Froakie's interested in you. That's unusual—he's pretty selective about people."
"Is he yours?" Andrew asked.
"In a way," Ash said, his expression becoming more thoughtful. "Froakie is actually the son of my Greninja. You know about my Greninja, right? The one with the special Bond Phenomenon?"
Andrew's eyes widened. "The Ash-Greninja form? Yeah, I've read about it. That was incredible."
Ash nodded. "Greninja and I had something really special. This Froakie has that same potential—that same power in his bloodline. But here's the thing…" He paused, looking at the small water-type with affection. "I can't be the one to train him."
"Why not?" Andrew asked, confused.
"Because I'm the World Monarch now," Ash explained. "My battles are at a level that would be dangerous for a Froakie just starting out. He needs a trainer who's growing alongside him, not someone who's already at the top. He needs someone who can help him develop his potential from the ground up, someone he can bond with through the challenges of a real journey."
Ash looked directly at Andrew, and there was something serious in his eyes now.
"I've been traveling around Kanto for the past few weeks, looking for the right trainer. Someone with heart, determination, and the ability to bring out Froakie's true strength."
Andrew felt his pulse quicken. "And…?"
Ash grinned. "How about a battle? I want to see what you and your team can do."
The Battle: Andrew vs Ash Ketchum
They moved to a more open area just off the route—a natural battlefield with packed earth and scattered rocks.
Andrew stood on one side, his heart pounding. This was really happening. He was about to battle the World Monarch.
Ash stood across from him, relaxed but focused. His Pikachu took position on the battlefield, electricity crackling around his cheeks.
"Just so you know," Ash said, "I'm only using Pikachu for this. And I won't be holding back—I want to see everything you and your Pokémon can do."
Andrew swallowed hard and nodded. "Understood. I'll use all four of my Pokémon."
"Four-on-one?" Ash smiled. "That's fine with me. Let's make this interesting."
Froakie sat at the edge of the battlefield, watching intently.
Andrew threw his first Pokéball. "Haunter, let's go!"
The ghost-type emerged, swirling ominously.
"A Ghost-type to start," Ash observed. "Smart thinking against an Electric-type. Pikachu, use Iron Tail!"
Pikachu's tail glowed metallic silver and he charged forward with blinding speed.
"Haunter, phase through it and use Shadow Ball!"
Haunter became translucent—but Pikachu's Iron Tail still connected, striking the ghost-type solidly. Haunter was sent flying backward, clearly hurt.
Andrew's eyes widened. "How—?"
"Steel-type moves can hit Ghost-types," Ash said with a knowing smile. "And at this level of mastery, my Pikachu can time his attacks to hit even when opponents try to phase."
"Haunter, Shadow Ball barrage!"
Haunter fired multiple Shadow Balls—the technique Andrew had trained so hard on.
"Pikachu, Thunderbolt—sweep!"
Pikachu's Thunderbolt wasn't a single bolt—it was a sweeping wave of electricity that destroyed all the Shadow Balls mid-flight and continued toward Haunter.
Haunter was struck directly and fell, unconscious before hitting the ground.
Andrew recalled Haunter, breathing hard. One hit. Ash's Pikachu had taken down Haunter with essentially one hit.
"Charmeleon, you're up!"
The fire-type emerged, roaring with determination.
"Dragon Claw!" Andrew commanded immediately, trying to press the advantage.
Charmeleon's claws glowed with draconic energy as he charged.
"Pikachu, Quick Attack into Iron Tail!"
Pikachu moved so fast he seemed to teleport, dodging the Dragon Claw and striking Charmeleon with Iron Tail. The fire-type crashed into a rock.
"Charmeleon, Dragon Rage!"
Charmeleon unleashed a blast of dragon fire.
"Thunderbolt."
Pikachu's electricity cut through the Dragon Rage and struck Charmeleon directly. The fire-type collapsed, unable to continue.
Andrew recalled Charmeleon, his mind racing. Two Pokémon down, and Ash's Pikachu looked barely winded.
"Bulbasaur, go!"
The grass-type emerged, looking determined despite being the newest member of Andrew's team.
"Bulbasaur, Vine Whip!"
Vines extended toward Pikachu.
"Iron Tail, cut through them."
Pikachu spun, his tail severing the vines instantly. Then he followed up with a Thunderbolt that struck Bulbasaur before the grass-type could react.
Bulbasaur fell.
Three down.
Andrew looked at his own Pikachu on his shoulder. His partner met his gaze and nodded.
"Last one," Andrew said quietly. "Let's give it everything we have."
Andrew's Pikachu leaped onto the battlefield, electricity crackling around his cheeks. The two Pikachu faced each other—young versus experienced, student versus master.
"Use Chidori!" Andrew called out.
Pikachu channeled electricity into his paws, spinning them together to create that piercing lance of electrical energy. He charged forward.
Ash's eyes widened with genuine interest. "So that's the technique Misty mentioned! That's really impressive, Andrew!"
Pikachu's Chidori struck toward Ash's Pikachu—
Who dodged it effortlessly and countered with Quick Attack, sending Andrew's Pikachu tumbling.
"Thunderbolt!" Andrew called desperately.
"Thunderbolt," Ash countered calmly.
Both Pikachu fired—but Ash's Thunderbolt was like a tidal wave compared to Andrew's stream. The two attacks met, and Ash's electricity overwhelmed Andrew's completely, striking his Pikachu directly.
Andrew's Pikachu fell, exhausted.
The battle was over.
After the Battle
Andrew rushed onto the battlefield and scooped up his Pikachu, cradling him gently. "You were amazing. Rest now."
All around him lay his defeated team—all four Pokémon down, and Ash's Pikachu was still standing strong, barely even breathing hard.
The gap in power was… immense.
Ash walked over, his Pikachu at his side. "That was a great battle, Andrew. You've got solid fundamentals, and that Chidori technique is really creative. Your Pokémon trust you, and you fight with heart."
"But I lost," Andrew said quietly. "Completely."
"Yeah," Ash said simply, not sugarcoating it. "You did. But that's okay. I've been training for over a decade. You've been training for a few months. The fact that you've gotten this far this fast shows you've got real potential."
Andrew looked up at him. "How do I get stronger? How do I reach your level?"
Ash smiled, and there was something warm and encouraging in his expression. "Keep challenging yourself. Keep bonding with your Pokémon. Keep pushing the boundaries of what you think is possible. And most importantly—never give up, no matter how tough things get."
Froakie, who had been watching the entire battle intently, suddenly hopped forward. The water-type approached Andrew and looked up at him with those intelligent eyes.
"Froak," the Pokémon said quietly.
Ash's eyebrows rose. "Well… looks like Froakie's made his decision."
"What?" Andrew asked, confused.
Froakie reached out with one small hand and touched Andrew's leg, then looked back at Ash as if asking for permission.
Ash knelt down beside Froakie. "You sure? You want to go with Andrew?"
"Froakie," the water-type replied firmly.
Ash smiled, though there was a hint of bittersweetness in his expression. "Alright then. If that's what you want." He looked up at Andrew. "Froakie wants to join your team. He saw something in you during that battle—the same determination and heart that I saw. He thinks you're the trainer who can help him reach his full potential."
Andrew stared at Froakie, then at Ash. "Are you… are you sure?"
"I'm sure," Ash said, standing up. "Froakie's got incredible potential. He's the son of my Greninja, and that means he could develop the Bond Phenomenon too, if he finds the right partner. I think that partner is you, Andrew."
Andrew knelt down in front of Froakie. "Do you really want to come with me? To train together and get stronger?"
"Froak!" Froakie nodded enthusiastically.
Andrew felt emotion welling up in his chest. He pulled out a Pokéball and held it out. "Then let's do this together. Let's both become strong enough to stand at the top."
Froakie tapped the Pokéball with his hand.
Click.
The ball didn't even shake. Froakie had accepted immediately.
Andrew held up the Pokéball, his voice thick with emotion. "I caught Froakie!"
Ash's Pikachu cheered, and Ash himself smiled broadly. "That's great! Take good care of him, Andrew. He's special."
"I will," Andrew promised. "I swear it."
Ash reached up and took off his cap—that iconic backwards cap that he'd worn through countless adventures. He looked at it for a moment, then held it out to Andrew.
"Here," Ash said. "I want you to have this."
Andrew's eyes went wide. "Your hat? But—"
"Think of it as a promise," Ash said. "A reminder of the trainer you want to become. When you're strong enough—when you've grown and pushed yourself to your limits—I want you to give this back to me. In battle. At the World Tournament."
Andrew took the hat with trembling hands. It was worn, well-loved, with the marks of countless journeys.
"I don't know if I can—"
"You can," Ash said firmly. "I've seen trainers come and go, Andrew. Some have talent but no heart. Others have heart but give up when things get tough. You've got both. And that Chidori technique? That shows you're not afraid to innovate and think differently. That's exactly the kind of trainer who can reach the top."
Ash placed a hand on Andrew's shoulder. "The road ahead won't be easy. You'll face opponents stronger than you can imagine. You'll lose battles. You'll doubt yourself. But if you keep moving forward, if you keep believing in your Pokémon and they keep believing in you, there's no limit to how far you can go."
Andrew looked down at the hat in his hands, then put it on. It fit perfectly.
"I'll get stronger," Andrew said, his voice full of determination. "I'll train harder than anyone. And one day, I'll return this hat to you—in the finals of the World Tournament."
Ash grinned that infectious grin that had inspired a generation of trainers. "I'll be waiting. And Andrew?"
"Yeah?"
"Misty was right. You do remind me of myself when I was starting out. You've got that fire. Don't let it go out."
Parting Ways
They walked back to the main route together, talking about training strategies, different regions, and the challenges ahead. Ash shared stories from his journey—battles won and lost, friends made, legendary Pokémon encountered.
When they reached the fork where Ash would head north and Andrew would continue toward Saffron, they stopped.
"Good luck with Sabrina," Ash said. "Psychic-types are tough, but I know you'll figure it out."
"Thank you," Andrew said. "For everything. The battle, Froakie, the advice… and the hat."
Ash waved it off. "Just keep growing. That's all the thanks I need."
As Ash turned to leave, Andrew called out one more time.
"Ash!"
The World Monarch looked back.
"I won't let you down. I promise."
Ash smiled. "I know you won't."
And with that, they parted ways—Ash heading north with his Pikachu, Andrew continuing toward Saffron City with a new team member and a renewed sense of purpose.
Andrew released Froakie from his Pokéball. The water-type looked up at him curiously.
"Welcome to the team, Froakie," Andrew said softly. "We're going to do great things together."
"Froak!" Froakie replied, hopping up to perch on Andrew's other shoulder opposite Pikachu.
The two Pokémon—electric and water, old friend and new companion—looked at each other and nodded.
Andrew adjusted Ash's cap on his head and looked toward the horizon where Saffron City waited.
The weight of the hat was more than just fabric and thread. It was responsibility. It was promise. It was the dream of a legendary trainer passed down to the next generation.
And Andrew would honor it.
That Night - Pokémon Center
Andrew sat on his bed in the Pokémon Center, his team resting after Nurse Joy had healed them. The hat sat on the nightstand, and he stared at it for a long time.
Then he pulled out his Pokédex and made a call.
Gary Oak answered, and his eyes immediately went to the hat visible in the frame.
"Is that…?" Gary started.
"Yeah," Andrew said quietly. "I met Ash today. We battled. I lost—badly. All four of my Pokémon couldn't even make his Pikachu break a sweat."
Gary was silent for a moment. "And the hat?"
"He gave it to me," Andrew said. "Told me to return it to him when I'm strong enough. At the World Tournament."
Gary leaned back in his chair, a complex expression on his face. "Ashy-boy… he always did have a way of inspiring people. That hat means a lot to him. If he gave it to you, it means he sees something special."
"I also got Froakie," Andrew added. "The son of his Greninja. Froakie chose me."
Gary's eyebrows rose. "The offspring of Ash-Greninja? Andrew, do you understand what that means? That Pokémon has the potential to develop the Bond Phenomenon—one of the rarest and most powerful abilities we've ever documented."
"I know," Andrew said. "And I'm going to help him reach that potential. I'm going to get stronger. Strong enough to stand on the same stage as Ash."
Gary smiled slightly. "Then you'd better get back to training. Sabrina's gym is next, and after today's loss, you'll need to analyze what went wrong and improve."
After the call ended, Andrew lay back on his bed, staring at the ceiling.
Today he'd been completely outclassed. The gap between himself and the World Monarch was astronomical.
But he'd also been given a gift—a partner with incredible potential, a symbol of a legendary trainer's faith in him, and a goal to strive toward.
Tomorrow, he'd train harder.
He'd push further.
He'd become stronger.
And one day—maybe years from now—he'd stand across from Ash Ketchum in the World Tournament finals and return that hat as an equal.
That was the promise.
And Andrew never broke his promises

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Andrew stood in a clearing just off Route 7, his entire team released from their Pokéballs. The morning sun filtered through the trees as his Pokémon gathered around him.
Pikachu sat on a rock, watching attentively. Charmeleon stood tall, flames flickering on his tail. Bulbasaur rested nearby, still recovering fully from captivity but growing stronger each day. Haunter floated overhead, swirling lazily. And Froakie—the newest member—sat slightly apart, observing everyone with those intelligent, calculating eyes.
Andrew wore Ash's cap, the weight of it a constant reminder of his promise.
"Alright, everyone," Andrew said, looking at each of them in turn. "We need to talk about what happened with Ash."
The team grew quiet, listening.
"We lost," Andrew said simply. "Badly. All four of you—Pikachu, Charmeleon, Haunter, Bulbasaur—couldn't even make Ash's Pikachu break a sweat. And that showed me something important."
He paused, gathering his thoughts.
"It showed me that we still have so far to go. We're not weak—we've earned three gym badges, we've beaten tough opponents. But if we want to reach the top, if we want to stand on the same stage as trainers like Ash Ketchum, we need to get stronger together."
Charmeleon growled in agreement, determination burning in his eyes.
"That means more training," Andrew continued. "But it also means something else—trust. We need to trust each other completely. And Froakie…" He looked at the water-type, who perked up. "You're part of this team now. We're going to help you reach your full potential, and you're going to help us reach ours."
Froakie hopped forward and nodded. "Froak!"
"So here's what we're going to do," Andrew said. "Starting today, we're training not just to get stronger individually, but to work together as a team. Combination attacks, covering each other's weaknesses, understanding each other's fighting styles."
He looked at Bulbasaur specifically. "And Bulbasaur, I know you're still building your strength back after what Team Rocket did to you. But I believe in you. You're going to become incredibly strong—I can feel it."
Bulbasaur chirped, its vines extending slightly in determination.
Training Montage - One Week
Over the next week, Andrew pushed his team harder than ever.
Pikachu worked on refining the Chidori technique, making it faster and more precise. Andrew also began teaching him to use it defensively, channeling the spinning electricity to deflect attacks.
Charmeleon focused on speed and power, combining Dragon Claw with his natural fire abilities to create devastating combination attacks. Andrew noticed Charmeleon was getting close to another evolution—the flames on his tail burned hotter each day.
Haunter perfected the multi-projectile Shadow Ball technique, learning to create up to eight Shadow Balls simultaneously and detonate them in complex patterns. The ghost-type also practiced phasing more efficiently, becoming harder to hit.
Bulbasaur worked on fundamentals—Vine Whip control, Razor Leaf accuracy, and building stamina. Andrew spent extra time with the grass-type, helping him regain the confidence that had been beaten out of him during captivity.
And Froakie integrated into the team dynamics, learning everyone's fighting styles and beginning to develop his own techniques. The water-type showed incredible intelligence and adaptability, quickly picking up on strategies.
Bulbasaur's Evolution
It happened on the seventh day of intense training.
They were practicing a team exercise—Bulbasaur using Vine Whip to create obstacles while the others dodged and countered. The grass-type was moving faster than ever, his vines striking with precision and power.
Then, in the middle of a particularly complex maneuver, Bulbasaur's body began to glow.
"Everyone, stop!" Andrew called out.
The team halted, watching as Bulbasaur was enveloped in brilliant white light. His form grew larger, the bulb on his back expanding and sprouting into a vibrant pink flower bud.
When the light faded, Ivysaur stood there—stronger, more confident, evolved.
"Saur!" Ivysaur called out, his voice deeper than before.
Andrew rushed forward and hugged him. "You did it! You evolved! I'm so proud of you!"
Ivysaur nuzzled against Andrew, his vines wrapping around his trainer in an affectionate embrace. This wasn't just evolution—this was Ivysaur reclaiming the strength that Team Rocket had tried to break.
The rest of the team cheered. Even Froakie, who'd only been with them a week, hopped excitedly.
"Alright," Andrew said, pulling back and smiling at his newly evolved Pokémon. "Now let's see what you can really do!"
Lavender Town - Three Days Later
The road to Lavender Town was quieter than most routes. The town itself had a somber atmosphere, known for the Pokémon Tower where trainers came to pay respects to departed Pokémon.
Andrew walked through the town with Pikachu on his shoulder and Froakie following at his feet. He was here for a specific reason—the Lavender Town Poké Mart sold Link Cables, special items used to facilitate trade evolutions.
Haunter needed to evolve into Gengar, and Andrew had arranged to use the Pokémon Center's trading system with a trusted partner recommended by Professor Oak.
As he approached the Poké Mart, he noticed something odd—a group of people in dark clothing lingering near an alley beside the building. They were trying to look casual, but Andrew's experience with Team Rocket had taught him to recognize suspicious behavior.
He paused, pretending to check his Pokédex while actually listening.
"—shipment arrives tonight," one of them muttered. "Boss says these Pokémon will fetch high prices on the black market."
"And the Silph Co. job?" another asked quietly.
"That's phase two. Once we secure funding from these auctions, we move on the company. With their technology, Team Rocket will—"
Andrew's blood ran cold. Team Rocket. An illegal Pokémon auction. And something about Silph Co.?
He ducked into the Poké Mart quickly, purchased the Link Cable, and immediately found a quiet corner to call Gary Oak.
Video Call - Gary Oak
Gary's face appeared on the screen, and he immediately noticed Andrew's tense expression.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm in Lavender Town," Andrew said quietly. "I just overheard some Team Rocket grunts talking about an illegal Pokémon auction happening tonight. And they mentioned something about Silph Co."
Gary's expression darkened. "Silph Co.? That's concerning. They're one of the largest technology companies in Kanto—they produce Poké Balls, potions, advanced research equipment. If Team Rocket is targeting them…"
"What should I do?" Andrew asked.
Gary was quiet for a moment, thinking. "I'll contact the authorities about Silph Co. But the auction—if you can disrupt it and free those Pokémon, that would help significantly. Can you handle it?"
Andrew thought about his team. About how much stronger they'd gotten. About the promise he'd made to stop Team Rocket.
"Yeah," he said. "I can handle it."
"Be careful," Gary warned. "Don't take unnecessary risks. If it looks like more than you can manage, retreat and wait for backup."
"Understood."
That Night - Abandoned Warehouse
Andrew crouched behind a stack of crates in an old warehouse on the outskirts of Lavender Town. The building was dimly lit, and at least a dozen people milled about—some in Team Rocket uniforms, others in civilian clothes but clearly criminals.
At the center of the warehouse were cages. Lots of them. Pokémon of various types trapped inside, looking scared and exhausted.
Andrew's jaw tightened. This was wrong on every level.
He released his team quietly—Pikachu, Charmeleon, Ivysaur, Haunter, and Froakie. They gathered around him, ready.
"Here's the plan," Andrew whispered. "Haunter, you take out the lights first. Pikachu and Froakie, free the Pokémon. Charmeleon and Ivysaur, you're with me—we hold off the grunts."
His team nodded, understanding.
"Now."
The Raid
Haunter shot upward, releasing Shadow Balls that struck the overhead lights. The warehouse plunged into darkness, illuminated only by emergency lighting.
"What the—?!" one of the grunts shouted.
"We're under attack!" another yelled.
Andrew stepped out from behind the crates. "That's right. And you're all going down."
"It's a kid!" one grunt laughed. "Get him!"
They released their Pokémon—Zubats, Rattatas, Ekans, Koffings. A dozen Team Rocket Pokémon against Andrew's five.
"Charmeleon, Flamethrower! Ivysaur, Razor Leaf!"
Fire and leaves filled the air. The Zubats scattered, several Rattatas were knocked out immediately.
"Haunter, Shadow Ball barrage!"
Haunter created eight Shadow Balls simultaneously—the result of a week's intensive training—and fired them at the Koffings. The explosions lit up the warehouse.
"Pikachu, Froakie—free those Pokémon!"
Pikachu used Iron Tail to break cage locks while Froakie used Water Pulse to short-circuit electronic locks. Pokémon began streaming out—Pidgeys, Spearows, a Growlithe, several Eevees.
"Stop them!" a grunt commander shouted.
"Charmeleon, Dragon Claw! Clear a path!"
Charmeleon's claws blazed with draconic energy as he tore through the opposition, creating space for the freed Pokémon to escape.
The battle was chaotic but Andrew's team was winning—their week of intensive training and improved teamwork showed. They moved like a unit, covering each other, combining attacks.
Then Andrew heard it—a voice he recognized.
"Well, well. If it isn't James and Jessie's little brat."
He turned to see Cassidy and Butch stepping out from the shadows at the back of the warehouse.
"You," Andrew said coldly.
"Us," Cassidy replied with a cruel smile. "We've been waiting for another chance at you. Mount Moon was just round one."
"Cassidy, Butch—fall back!" the grunt commander called. "The cops are coming!"
Sirens wailed in the distance.
Cassidy scowled. "This isn't over, kid. Team Rocket's got big plans, and you're just a minor inconvenience. Next time we meet, you won't be so lucky."
She and Butch released smoke bombs, and by the time it cleared, they were gone—along with most of the grunts. A few had been caught by the arriving officers, but the admins had escaped again.
Andrew stood in the warehouse, breathing hard, his team gathered around him. The freed Pokémon were being tended to by Officer Jenny and her team.
"You did good work here, kid," Officer Jenny said, walking over. "These Pokémon would've been sold to the highest bidder if you hadn't intervened."
"It's what any trainer would do," Andrew said.
"No," Officer Jenny replied seriously. "It's what a good trainer would do. Not everyone has the courage to stand up to Team Rocket."
Pokémon Center - Later That Night
Andrew completed the Link Cable trade with Professor Oak's assistant, and Haunter evolved into Gengar during the transfer. When the ghost-type materialized back in Andrew's possession, it was larger, more solid, and radiating power.
"Gengar!" the Pokémon greeted, grinning that characteristic mischievous grin.
Andrew smiled. "Welcome to your new form, partner."
He called Gary Oak again to report everything that had happened.
"Silph Co. has been alerted," Gary said. "They're increasing security. We don't know exactly what Team Rocket is planning, but your intel helped us prepare. Good work."
"Cassidy and Butch got away again," Andrew said with frustration.
"They're slippery," Gary acknowledged. "But you saved those Pokémon. That matters."
After the call, Andrew lay in his Pokémon Center bed, his team resting in their Pokéballs except for Pikachu, who slept curled up next to him.
Tomorrow he'd continue toward Saffron City. His fourth badge awaited.
But Team Rocket was planning something big—something involving Silph Co.
And Andrew had a feeling he'd be caught in the middle of it.
Route 8 - Three Days Later
The road to Saffron City stretched ahead. Andrew had spent the past few days training with his newly evolved Ivysaur and Gengar, helping them adjust to their new forms and power levels.
Froakie had bonded deeply with the team, and Andrew noticed the water-type watching him with increasing trust and respect. The potential Ash had mentioned—the Bond Phenomenon—felt like a distant but real possibility.
As the skyline of Saffron City came into view, Andrew adjusted Ash's cap on his head.
Four badges so far. Sabrina's Psychic-type Gym awaited.
And somewhere in the shadows, Team Rocket was preparing something that could threaten all of Kanto.
But Andrew wasn't afraid.
He had his team. He had his determination. And he had a promise to keep.
The journey continued, and with each step, Andrew grew stronger.
Saffron City awaited.
Meanwhile - Team Rocket Headquarters
In a dark conference room, Cassidy and Butch stood before a large screen displaying surveillance footage of Andrew's raid on the Lavender Town warehouse.
"He's becoming a problem," Butch said.
"More than a problem," Cassidy replied coldly. "He's interfering with operations. And he's James and Jessie's son—the traitors who abandoned Team Rocket."
A voice spoke from the shadows—authoritative, commanding, and carrying barely concealed anger.
"Then it's time we reminded him what it means to stand against Team Rocket. Cassidy, Butch—prepare Phase Two. We move on Silph Co. within the month. And if James and Jessie's boy gets in our way again…"
The voice paused, dangerous.
"Make him regret it."
"Yes, sir," both operatives said in unison.
The screen switched to display files on Andrew—his team composition, his battle style, his movements. And at the top of the file: Priority Target.
The storm was gathering.
And Andrew was walking straight into it.

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Andrew had rented a small apartment on the outskirts of Saffron City, using it as a base for the most intensive training period of his journey so far.
One month.
Thirty days of pushing himself and his team to their absolute limits.
He studied Psychic-type Pokémon—their strengths, weaknesses, fighting styles. He learned that Psychic-types relied heavily on mental attacks and telekinesis, which meant dark-type moves and strong physical attacks were key.
But more than that, he worked on team synchronization.
Charmeleon refined his speed and power, preparing for the evolution Andrew could feel coming. The fire-type was on the verge of something greater.
Ivysaur built on his newfound confidence, mastering Solar Beam—a powerful grass-type attack that took time to charge but devastated opponents.
Gengar perfected the multi-projectile Shadow Ball technique and learned to use Hypnosis more effectively, combining crowd control with devastating ghost-type attacks.
Pikachu continued refining Chidori while also working on raw speed and power. The little mouse Pokémon trained relentlessly, driven by the memory of how easily Ash's Pikachu had defeated him.
Froakie grew stronger each day, learning Water Pulse, Double Team, and Quick Attack. The water-type showed remarkable growth, and Andrew noticed moments where Froakie seemed to anticipate his commands before he even spoke them—the first hints of a deeper bond forming.
By the end of the month, Andrew's team was stronger than ever.
And he was ready.
Saffron Gym - The Challenge
The Saffron Gym was an imposing structure in the heart of the city—sleek, modern, with an almost ethereal quality to its architecture. Inside, the battlefield was minimalist, with platforms floating via unseen psychic energy.
Sabrina stood at the far end—a young woman with long dark hair and piercing eyes that seemed to see through everything. She was known as one of the most powerful Gym Leaders in Kanto, with psychic abilities that extended beyond her Pokémon.
"You're Andrew," she said without preamble. Her voice was calm, almost monotone. "I've heard about you. The son of former Team Rocket members. The trainer who beat Misty's Gyarados. The one Ash Ketchum gave his hat to."
Andrew adjusted the cap on his head. "That's me."
"Your thoughts are loud," Sabrina said, tilting her head slightly. "You're afraid. But also determined. Interesting."
"Can you really read minds?" Andrew asked, unsettled.
"Emotions," Sabrina corrected. "Thoughts are harder, but emotions… those are clear as day." She gestured to the battlefield. "This will be a three-on-three match. Standard rules. Show me if your determination is stronger than your fear."
The Battle: Andrew vs Sabrina
Round One: Gengar vs Alakazam
"Alakazam," Sabrina said calmly, and the psychic-type materialized on the battlefield—holding two spoons, its eyes glowing with immense mental power.
"Gengar, let's go!" Andrew called.
The ghost-type emerged, grinning wickedly.
"Alakazam, Psychic."
The psychic energy slammed into Gengar—but the ghost-type phased partially, reducing the damage.
"Shadow Ball barrage!" Andrew commanded.
Gengar fired eight Shadow Balls simultaneously, surrounding Alakazam.
"Reflect."
A psychic barrier appeared, blocking most of the Shadow Balls. But Gengar detonated them on Andrew's command, and the explosions cracked the barrier.
"Hypnosis!"
Gengar's eyes glowed, and Alakazam began to sway—but Sabrina's voice cut through.
"Alakazam, wake up. Psychic again."
This time the attack was devastating. Gengar was slammed into the ground hard.
"Shadow Ball—direct hit!"
Gengar fired at point-blank range. Alakazam took the hit and staggered.
"Finish it with Night Shade!"
Dark energy enveloped Alakazam, and the psychic-type collapsed.
The referee raised her flag. "Alakazam is unable to battle!"
Round Two: Gengar vs Mr. Mime
"Mr. Mime," Sabrina called emotionlessly.
The psychic-fairy type appeared, immediately creating invisible barriers with its hands.
"Gengar, Shadow Ball!"
The attack hit a barrier and stopped mid-air.
"Confusion."
Mr. Mime's psychic attack struck Gengar, lifting the ghost-type and slamming him around the battlefield like a ragdoll.
"Gengar, phase out!"
Gengar became intangible, escaping the psychic grip.
"Now, Sludge Bomb!"
Poison-type energy struck Mr. Mime, super effective against the fairy typing. The mime Pokémon staggered.
"Psychic."
"Shadow Ball!"
The two attacks collided, and both Pokémon were thrown backward. When the smoke cleared, both were down.
The referee raised both flags. "Both Pokémon are unable to battle!"
Round Three: Ivysaur vs Espeon (Brief Exchange)
Andrew sent out Ivysaur, and Sabrina's final Pokémon was Espeon—a sleek, elegant psychic-type.
"Ivysaur, Razor Leaf!"
"Psybeam."
The psychic beam cut through the leaves and struck Ivysaur hard. The grass-type was knocked out almost immediately—Espeon was too fast, too powerful.
Andrew recalled Ivysaur. "You did your best. Rest now."
Final Round: Charmeleon vs Espeon
"Charmeleon, you're up!"
The fire-type burst onto the battlefield, flames roaring.
This was it. Everything came down to this.
"Dragon Claw!"
"Psychic."
Espeon lifted Charmeleon with psychic energy—but the fire-type fought through it, slashing with glowing claws. The attack connected, and Espeon cried out.
"Shadow Ball."
"Flamethrower, intercept!"
Fire met shadow, the two attacks canceling each other out.
"Espeon, Psychic again—hold him."
Charmeleon was lifted into the air, immobilized by psychic energy.
"Charmeleon, break free! Dragon Rage!"
With a roar of defiance, Charmeleon unleashed a blast of draconic energy that shattered the psychic hold. He landed hard but stayed standing.
"Impressive," Sabrina said, the first hint of emotion entering her voice. "Your bond with your Pokémon is strong. But is it strong enough? Espeon, Psychic—maximum power."
Espeon's entire body glowed with overwhelming psychic energy.
"Charmeleon, Flamethrower with everything you've got!"
Fire and psychic energy collided in a massive explosion that shook the entire gym.
When the smoke cleared, both Pokémon were down.
The referee stared for a moment, then raised both flags. "Both Pokémon are unable to battle! This match is a draw!"
Sabrina recalled Espeon and walked across the battlefield. For the first time, she smiled—small, but genuine.
"You fought well," she said. "Your Pokémon trust you completely, and you trust them. That bond carried you through this battle." She held out the Marsh Badge—a golden badge shaped like a circle with psychic designs.
"You've earned this."
Andrew took the badge, exhausted but triumphant. "Thank you."
Four badges now. Halfway to the Pokémon League.
Two Days Later - Silph Co. Under Siege
Andrew was restocking supplies at the Pokémon Center when the alarms started blaring.
Emergency broadcasts lit up every screen in the city:
"TEAM ROCKET HAS SEIZED SILPH CO. HEADQUARTERS. ALL CITIZENS EVACUATE THE AREA. TRAINERS WITH GYM BADGES ARE REQUESTED TO ASSIST."
Andrew's blood ran cold. This was it—the operation Cassidy and Butch had mentioned.
He ran.
Silph Co. - The Battle
The Silph Co. building was under siege. Team Rocket grunts swarmed the entrance, and inside, more grunts held employees hostage while stealing technology.
Andrew arrived to find Officer Jenny coordinating with other trainers.
"We need to get inside and stop them," Jenny said grimly. "But they've locked down the elevators. We'll have to fight through floor by floor."
Andrew nodded. "I'm going in."
He battled through waves of Team Rocket grunts—his team fighting with everything they had. Pikachu's Thunderbolts, Gengar's Shadow Balls, Ivysaur's Solar Beams, Froakie's Water Pulse, and Charmeleon's Flamethrower tore through the opposition.
But by the time Andrew reached the top floor, his team was exhausted. Pikachu, Gengar, Ivysaur, and Froakie had all been pushed to their limits fighting through dozens of grunts.
Only Charmeleon remained at full strength.
And at the top floor, standing before the executive office, was a man in a dark suit.
He was tall, imposing, with slicked-back hair and cold eyes. Andrew didn't recognize him—his face seemed somehow blurred, hard to focus on—but the aura of power around him was unmistakable.
This was someone important. Someone dangerous.
"So you're the one who's been disrupting our operations," the man said, his voice smooth and authoritative. "James and Jessie's son. I must admit, I'm curious to see what you're capable of."
Andrew gritted his teeth. "Who are you?"
"That's not important," the man replied. "What's important is that you've become a thorn in Team Rocket's side. And we don't tolerate thorns."
He threw a Pokéball. "Rhyhorn."
The massive rock-ground type emerged, stomping the floor hard enough to crack it.
Broadcast Worldwide
Unbeknownst to Andrew, a Team Rocket grunt was broadcasting the battle live—streaming it across the world through hijacked channels. The feed showed everything: the top floor of Silph Co., the mysterious man whose face was digitally blurred, and Andrew standing with only Charmeleon at his side.
Around the World - Reactions
Pallet Town - James, Jessie, and Meowth
James and Jessie sat frozen in front of the television, watching their son face down a Team Rocket executive.
"That's… that's Andrew," Jessie whispered, her hand covering her mouth.
"He's fighting Team Rocket," James said, his voice tight with fear and pride. "Our boy is fighting Team Rocket."
Meowth's eyes were wide. "That ain't just any grunt. That's… that's gotta be someone high up."
"Andrew…" Jessie breathed, tears forming. "Be careful…"
Professor Oak's Lab - Gary Oak
Gary stood in front of the lab's main screen, his expression grim.
"That's Giovanni," he muttered. "They've blurred his face, but I'd recognize his battle style anywhere. Andrew's fighting the leader of Team Rocket."
He clenched his fists we just don't have enough evidence to arrest him
"Hold on, Andrew," Gary said quietly. "Just hold on."
Route 15 - Adrian Oak
Adrian was at a Pokémon Center when the broadcast came on. He watched Andrew standing against impossible odds and felt his competitive spirit flare.
"Come on, Andrew," Adrian said, gripping his Pokéball. "You can do this. Show them what you're made of."
Cerulean Gym - Misty
Misty stood in her gym, watching the broadcast with growing concern.
"That's the kid who beat my Gyarados," she said to her assistant. "And he's fighting… is that who I think it is?"
"It's being broadcast worldwide," her assistant confirmed. "Everyone's watching."
Misty's jaw tightened. "Come on, Andrew. You're tougher than you look. Prove it."
Vermilion Gym - Lt. Surge
Surge watched from his gym, arms crossed, expression serious.
"That kid's got guts," he muttered. "Fighting the big boss with only one Pokémon left. Reminds me of…"
He trailed off, watching intently.
Pewter Gym - Forrest
Forrest watched with his younger siblings gathered around.
"That's the trainer who beat me," Forrest said. "And now he's taking on Team Rocket's leadership. That takes real courage."
Unknown Location - Ash Ketchum
Ash stood in a training facility, his Pikachu on his shoulder, watching the broadcast on a large screen.
His expression was serious, focused.
"That's Andrew," Ash said quietly. "The kid I gave my hat to."
On screen, Andrew adjusted that very hat, facing down the blurred figure with Charmeleon at his side.
"Come on, Andrew," Ash said, his voice filled with encouragement. "Show the world what you're capable of. You've got this."
His Pikachu sparked in agreement. "Pika!"
The Battle Continues
"Rhyhorn, Take Down!"
The massive Pokémon charged, shaking the entire floor.
"Charmeleon, dodge and use Dragon Claw!"
Charmeleon leaped aside, slashing at Rhyhorn's flank. The rock-type grunted but barely seemed hurt.
"Rock Blast."
Rocks shot toward Charmeleon.
"Flamethrower!"
Fire met stone, creating smoke and debris.
The battle raged, and Charmeleon fought valiantly—but Rhyhorn was incredibly durable. Every attack seemed to barely phase it.
"Charmeleon's struggling," Andrew muttered. The fire-type was getting tired.
The man recalled Rhyhorn. "Impressive. But let's see how you handle this. Nidoking."
An even larger Pokémon emerged—Nidoking, towering and powerful, with poison and ground typing.
This was bad. Very bad.
"Charmeleon, we've got to finish this fast! Dragon Claw!"
"Earthquake."
The entire floor shook violently. Charmeleon was thrown off balance, crashing into a wall.
"Charmeleon!" Andrew shouted.
The fire-type struggled to his feet, breathing hard. He was exhausted, hurt, but his eyes still burned with determination.
"Nidoking, Megahorn."
Nidoking charged, its horn glowing with devastating bug-type energy.
"Dodge—"
But Charmeleon was too slow. The Megahorn connected, and Charmeleon was sent flying—
—straight through the reinforced windows.
Glass shattered. Charmeleon disappeared into open air, falling from the top floor of Silph Co.
"CHARMELEON!" Andrew screamed.
He didn't think. He just ran.
He sprinted to the broken window and leaped out after his Pokémon.
The Fall
Andrew fell through the air, wind screaming past him, the ground rushing up from fifty stories below.
Ahead of him, Charmeleon tumbled through the air, unconscious from the attack.
Andrew reached out, stretching with everything he had.
Come on… come on…
His fingers brushed Charmeleon's claw.
He grabbed hold.
Andrew pulled Charmeleon close, hugging the fire-type against his chest as they fell together.
"I've got you," Andrew whispered, even though he knew they were both going to die. "I've got you. I'm not letting go."
Charmeleon's eyes flickered open, and despite the pain, despite the fear, the fire-type saw his trainer holding him.
Protecting him.
Even at the cost of his own life.
Something stirred deep within Charmeleon—something primal, something powerful.
The bond between them blazed like wildfire.
Charmeleon's body began to glow.
Brighter.
Brighter.
BRIGHTER.
The light was blinding, visible from the ground, visible on every screen broadcasting the battle worldwide.
Evolution
The light burst outward.
Charmeleon's body grew larger, more powerful. Wings erupted from his back—massive, powerful wings. His tail flame intensified, burning with incredible heat. His form became more draconic, more imposing.
When the light faded, Charizard emerged.
And they weren't falling anymore.
Charizard's wings beat powerfully, carrying both himself and Andrew upward through the air. The dragon roared—a sound of triumph, of evolution, of unbreakable bonds.
Andrew, still clinging to Charizard's neck, laughed in disbelief and joy and relief.
"You evolved! Charizard, you evolved!"
"ROAR!" Charizard responded, flying upward with incredible speed.
They burst back through the broken window into the top floor of Silph Co.
The blurred man stood there, his Nidoking beside him, and for the first time, his expression showed surprise.
Andrew slid off Charizard's back, standing beside his newly evolved partner.
"Round two," Andrew said, his voice filled with determination. "Charizard, let's finish this!"
The Final Clash
"Charizard, Flamethrower!"
The blast of fire was unlike anything Charmeleon had been capable of—massive, intense, overwhelming. Nidoking was engulfed in flames.
"Nidoking, Earthquake!"
The floor shook, but Charizard simply flew above it, unaffected.
"Air Slash!"
Charizard's wings glowed as razor-sharp air blades shot toward Nidoking, striking hard. The ground-poison type staggered.
"Dragon Claw from above!"
Charizard dove, claws glowing with draconic energy, and struck Nidoking with devastating force. The impact created a crater in the floor.
Nidoking collapsed, unable to continue.
The man recalled his Pokémon, his expression unreadable behind the digital blur.
"Impressive," he said calmly. "You have potential. Perhaps more than I anticipated."
Police sirens wailed outside. Backup was arriving.
"This isn't over," the man said. "Team Rocket's plans are already in motion. You've won this battle, boy, but the war has just begun."
He released a Pokéball, and a Machamp appeared. The fighting-type grabbed the man and, with incredible strength, smashed through a wall and escaped.
Andrew started to give chase, but Officer Jenny and a squad of officers burst onto the floor.
"Andrew! Are you alright?"
Andrew nodded, exhausted. "Yeah. He got away, but… we stopped the operation."
Jenny looked at Charizard, then at Andrew. "You saved a lot of people today. Silph Co. is secure because of you."
Aftermath - Worldwide Reactions
The broadcast ended, and the world had watched Andrew's desperate fall, Charmeleon's evolution into Charizard, and the dramatic conclusion.
James and Jessie were crying and laughing simultaneously, holding each other.
"Our boy," James whispered. "Our boy is a hero."
Gary Oak was already on the phone with the Pokémon League, reporting everything he'd witnessed.
Adrian clenched his fist. "Next time we battle, Andrew, I'll be ready for that Charizard."
Misty smiled. "Ash was right about him."
Surge nodded approvingly. "That kid's going places."
Ash watched the final moments of the broadcast and smiled that warm, proud smile.
"You're getting stronger, Andrew," Ash said quietly. "Keep going. You're going to be incredible."
That Night - Pokémon Center
Andrew sat in his room, his team resting after being fully healed. Charizard was too large to fit comfortably inside, so he rested on a reinforced balcony outside, his tail flame visible through the window.
Andrew walked out to the balcony and sat beside his partner.
"You saved both of us today," Andrew said softly. "When you evolved… when you caught us in the air… that was the most incredible thing I've ever experienced."
Charizard rumbled, a deep, affectionate sound, and lowered his head to nuzzle against Andrew.
Andrew hugged the dragon's neck. "We're going to keep getting stronger. Together. I promise."
His Pokédex chimed. A message from Professor Oak.
"Andrew - What you did today was incredibly brave and incredibly reckless. But it was also heroic. The entire world saw you stand up to Team Rocket. You've made a name for yourself. Be careful moving forward. - Professor Oak"
Another message. From Ash.
"That was amazing, Andrew. Charizard looks incredible. You're on the right path. Keep pushing forward. I'll be watching. - Ash"
Andrew smiled, touching the brim of Ash's cap.
He had four gym badges. A Charizard. A team of powerful Pokémon. And the attention of the entire world.
The road ahead would only get harder.
But Andrew was ready.

Chapter Text

Andrew sat in his Pokémon Center room, staring at his Pokédex. Messages had been flooding in since the broadcast—trainers wanting battles, reporters wanting interviews, sponsors wanting to back him.
He'd ignored most of them.
What he couldn't ignore was the incoming video call from a number he recognized immediately.
He answered.
"Mom? Dad?"
James and Jessie's faces filled the screen, and Andrew could see they'd been crying. Behind them, Meowth peeked into frame.
"Andrew," Jessie said, her voice breaking. "We saw everything. The whole world saw everything."
"You jumped out of a building," James added, his voice a mixture of terror and pride. "You jumped out of a building to save Charmeleon."
"I couldn't let him fall alone," Andrew said quietly. "He's my partner."
Jessie wiped her eyes. "We're coming to see you. We're already in Saffron City. We needed to see you in person, to make sure you're really okay."
"You're here?" Andrew asked, surprised. "In Saffron?"
"At the main Pokémon Center lobby," James confirmed. "Can we come up?"
"Yeah," Andrew said, standing quickly. "Yeah, I'll come down right now."
Pokémon Center Lobby - Reunion
Andrew stepped off the elevator to find his parents waiting. The moment Jessie saw him, she rushed forward and pulled him into a crushing hug.
"Don't you ever scare us like that again," she said fiercely, holding him tight.
James joined the hug, and for a moment, they just stood there—a family reunited after Andrew had faced death and come out the other side.
When they finally pulled back, Meowth hopped onto Andrew's shoulder next to Pikachu.
"Kid, that was the craziest thing I ever saw," Meowth said. "And I used to work for Team Rocket, so that's sayin' somethin'."
Andrew laughed, wiping at his own eyes. "I'm okay. Really. Charizard saved us."
"We want to meet him," Jessie said. "Properly. And the rest of your team."
They moved to the outdoor training area, where Andrew released his entire team. Charizard emerged with a roar, and James and Jessie actually took a step back at the sheer presence of the fully evolved dragon.
"That was our little Charmander," James said in amazement.
Charizard lowered his head, and Jessie reached out tentatively to touch his snout. The dragon rumbled affectionately.
"You've grown so strong," Jessie whispered.
Andrew introduced the rest of his team—Pikachu (who they already knew well), Ivysaur, Gengar, and Froakie. Each Pokémon responded to his parents with trust, sensing how important they were to Andrew.
As they were talking, a familiar voice called out from behind them.
"James? Jessie? Is that really you?"
They all turned to see Ash Ketchum walking toward them, his Pikachu on his shoulder, a surprised but warm smile on his face.

Ash!" James said, genuinely pleased to see him.
Ash jogged over, and there was a moment of awkwardness before he extended his hand. James shook it, then Jessie.
"It's been years," Ash said. "I heard you two left Team Rocket. Started a family."
"We did," Jessie said, gesturing to Andrew. "This is our son, Andrew."
Ash grinned. "Oh, I know. I've met Andrew already. Gave him Froakie, actually."
James and Jessie's eyes widened. "You gave our son a Pokémon?"
"Froakie chose him," Ash clarified. "The son of my Greninja. I was looking for the right trainer, and when I met Andrew…" He looked at the young trainer with genuine warmth. "He reminded me of myself when I was starting out."
There was a pause, then Jessie laughed—a real, genuine laugh. "Our son impressed the Ash Ketchum. James, pinch me."
"I watched the broadcast from Silph Co.," Ash continued, his expression becoming more serious. "What you did, Andrew—standing up to Team Rocket like that, saving Charmeleon, the evolution… that was incredible. The whole world saw it."
"I just did what any trainer would do," Andrew said, feeling his face heat up.
"No," Ash said firmly. "You did what a great trainer would do. There's a difference."
Meowth, who'd been watching this exchange, spoke up. "Hey, Ash-boy, no hard feelings about all those times we tried ta steal your Pikachu, right?"
Ash laughed. "Water under the bridge, Meowth. You guys aren't with Team Rocket anymore. That's what matters."
"Actually," James said, "we were about to take Andrew to dinner. Would you like to join us? It would be nice to catch up properly."
Ash's face brightened. "I'd love that."
Dinner - Saffron City Restaurant
They found a nice restaurant with outdoor seating that accommodated Pokémon. Charizard lounged nearby, too large for indoor spaces, while the others rested or played around the patio.
Over dinner, stories flowed freely.
Ash talked about his journey to becoming World Monarch—the battles, the friends he'd made, the regions he'd explored. James and Jessie shared how they'd left Team Rocket, built a life together, and raised Andrew.
"We always wanted better for him than what we had," Jessie said softly. "We made so many mistakes when we were younger. But Andrew… he's everything we hoped he'd be."
"You raised a good kid," Ash said sincerely. "He's got heart, determination, and he cares about his Pokémon like they're family. That's the most important thing."
Andrew, sitting between his parents and across from his childhood hero, felt overwhelmed with emotion. This was surreal—his parents and Ash Ketchum, chatting like old friends, talking about him.
"Andrew," Ash said, turning to him, "I saw your Charizard during the broadcast. He looks powerful. Have you thought about what kind of battling style you want to develop with him?"
"I've been thinking about it," Andrew admitted. "Charizard's got raw power, but I want to give him techniques that make him unpredictable. Something opponents won't expect."
Ash nodded thoughtfully. "That's smart. A lot of trainers just focus on brute force with Charizard, but the best ones develop unique strategies."
An idea was forming in Andrew's mind—something from his previous life, from the games and anime he'd watched. But he'd need to test it first.
"Actually," Andrew said, "would you be willing to have a battle? Charizard against Charizard? I want to see what he's capable of against a really strong opponent."
Ash's eyes lit up. "You want to battle me? With your Charizard against mine?"
"If you're willing," Andrew said. "I know I'll lose, but… I'll learn from it."
James and Jessie exchanged glances, and Jessie smiled. "Our boy, challenging the World Monarch to a battle."
Ash grinned that infectious grin. "I'd be honored. Tomorrow morning? There's a sanctioned battlefield on the north side of the city."
"Deal," Andrew said, excitement and nervousness mixing in his chest.
The Next Morning - Saffron City Battlefield
The battlefield was a professional arena, and word had spread that Ash Ketchum was going to battle. A small crowd had gathered—trainers, reporters, curious citizens.
Andrew stood on one side of the field, Charizard beside him. The dragon looked eager, flames burning bright.
Ash stood on the opposite side, and when he released his Charizard, Andrew's breath caught.
Ash's Charizard was massive—easily a foot taller than Andrew's, with scars from countless battles and an aura of pure power. This was a Charizard that had fought legendary Pokémon and won.
The referee, a local gym trainer, raised his flags. "This will be a one-on-one battle between Challenger Andrew and World Monarch Ash Ketchum! Charizard versus Charizard! Begin!"
The Battle: Andrew's Charizard vs Ash's Charizard
"Charizard, let's start with Flamethrower!" Andrew called.
"Meet it with Flamethrower!" Ash countered.
Both dragons unleashed massive streams of fire that collided in the center of the battlefield. The heat was incredible, but Ash's Charizard's flames were noticeably stronger, pushing back against Andrew's attack.
"Air Slash!" Andrew commanded.
His Charizard's wings glowed as he sent razor-sharp air blades toward his opponent.
"Charizard, Dragon Claw to deflect!"
Ash's Charizard's claws glowed with draconic energy, and he slashed through the Air Slash attacks like they were paper.
"Now, close in with Seismic Toss!"
Ash's Charizard moved with incredible speed, grabbing Andrew's Charizard mid-flight and spinning rapidly before launching him toward the ground.
"Charizard, recover with your wings!" Andrew shouted.
His Charizard spread his wings and managed to slow his descent, landing heavily but staying in the fight.
"Dragon Claw!" Andrew called.
"Dragon Claw!" Ash countered.
The two Charizards clashed in midair, claws meeting claws, power against power. But Ash's Charizard was stronger, more experienced, and he overpowered Andrew's, sending him tumbling backward.
Andrew's mind raced. Direct confrontation wasn't working. He needed something different, something unexpected.
Then it hit him—a move he remembered from the games. A technique that could turn the tide if executed perfectly.
"Charizard, use Dragon Dance!"
His Charizard began a fluid, almost graceful aerial maneuver—draconic energy swirling around him as he performed the ancient dragon ritual. His speed and attack power increased.
Ash's eyebrows rose. "Dragon Dance? That's a smart play! But it won't be enough! Charizard, Blast Burn!"
Ash's Charizard unleashed a devastating blast of concentrated fire—one of the most powerful Fire-type moves in existence.
"Dodge with your increased speed!"
Andrew's Charizard, boosted by Dragon Dance, managed to evade most of the attack, though the shockwave still singed his wings.
"Now, while he's recovering from Blast Burn's recoil—Dragon Claw!"
Andrew's Charizard dove in, striking Ash's Charizard while the more experienced dragon was momentarily vulnerable.
It was a solid hit—the first real damage Andrew had dealt.
But Ash's Charizard shook it off and countered with Thunder Punch, catching Andrew's Charizard in the chest. The electric attack was super effective, and Andrew's Charizard crashed to the ground.
He struggled to rise, breathing heavily.
"You're doing great, Charizard," Andrew encouraged. "One more time! Dragon Dance into Dragon Claw!"
His Charizard rose into the air again, performing another Dragon Dance—stacking the stat boosts.
"Impressive strategy," Ash called out. "But here's the difference between us right now! Charizard, Blast Burn again!"
Another devastating blast of fire.
"Counter with Fire Blast!"
Andrew's Charizard unleashed a massive fire attack shaped like a star. It collided with Blast Burn, and for a moment, the two attacks were evenly matched.
Then Ash's Blast Burn overwhelmed it, striking Andrew's Charizard directly.
The dragon fell, crashing into the battlefield and creating a crater.
When the smoke cleared, Andrew's Charizard was down, unable to continue.
The referee raised his flag. "Charizard is unable to battle! The winner is World Monarch Ash Ketchum!"

Andrew rushed onto the battlefield, kneeling beside Charizard. The dragon's eyes were closed, but he was breathing steadily.
"You were amazing," Andrew said softly. "We'll get stronger. I promise."
Ash walked over, his own Charizard following. The larger dragon looked down at Andrew's with something like respect in his eyes.
"That was a great battle," Ash said, extending his hand to help Andrew up. "Using Dragon Dance to increase your stats mid-battle—that was smart thinking. Most trainers your age wouldn't have thought of that."
"I still lost," Andrew said, though without bitterness. "Badly."
"But you learned," Ash countered. "And you gave Charizard a real challenge. He actually had to work for that win." He glanced at his own Charizard. "Didn't you, buddy?"
Ash's Charizard snorted flames in acknowledgment.
"You know what I noticed during that battle?" Ash continued. "Your Charizard has incredible potential. With the right training and the right moves, he could become something really special."
"That's what I was thinking," Andrew said. "Dragon Dance is just the start. I'm thinking about teaching him moves like Dragon Pulse for ranged attacks, maybe Flare Blitz for a high-risk, high-reward option. And…"
He paused, thinking about the techniques he remembered from his previous life.
"And there's something else," Andrew continued. "A technique I want to try creating. In my… research, I learned about a concept called 'Blast Burn Cancel'—using another move immediately after Blast Burn to eliminate the recharge period. It's theoretical, but if I can train Charizard to master it…"
Ash's eyes widened. "Blast Burn Cancel? That's… I've never heard of anyone successfully doing that. The recoil period is built into the move's mechanics."
"But what if we could train through it?" Andrew pressed. "If Charizard could learn to channel a different move fast enough, theoretically, he could bypass the recharge. It would make Blast Burn—one of the strongest Fire-type moves—spammable."
Ash was quiet for a moment, then he smiled. "You're thinking like a true innovator, Andrew. That's the kind of creativity that makes trainers legendary. If anyone can figure out how to make that work, it's a trainer who's already created techniques like Chidori."
James and Jessie, who'd been watching from the sidelines, came onto the field.
"That was incredible, sweetheart," Jessie said, hugging Andrew.
"You stood toe-to-toe with the World Monarch's Charizard," James added with pride. "Even if you lost, that's still remarkable."
Ash's Charizard lowered his head toward Andrew's still-recovering Charizard and made a low rumbling sound—a gesture of respect between dragons.
"He's saying your Charizard fought well," Ash translated. "And that he looks forward to their next battle when they're both stronger."
Andrew's Charizard's eyes fluttered open, and despite his exhaustion, he managed a small roar in response.
That Afternoon - Pokémon Center
After Charizard was fully healed, Andrew sat with his parents and Ash in the Pokémon Center's lounge.
"So what's next for you?" Ash asked Andrew.
"Four more gym badges," Andrew replied. "Celadon, Fuchsia, Cinnabar, and Viridian. Then the Pokémon League."
"And you're going to keep developing custom techniques?" Ash asked.
"Definitely," Andrew said. "Pikachu's still working on perfecting Chidori. Gengar's multi-projectile Shadow Ball technique needs refinement. And now Charizard… I want to create a whole fighting style for him based on speed, power, and unpredictability."
He pulled out a small notebook where he'd been jotting down ideas.
"Dragon Dance for stat boosts. Dragon Pulse for ranged pressure. Flare Blitz for high-damage close combat. Air Slash for aerial control. And if I can figure out Blast Burn Cancel…" He looked up at Ash. "That would make Charizard a threat to anyone."
Ash leaned forward, genuinely interested. "You're thinking several steps ahead. That's good. But remember—technique is important, but the bond between you and your Pokémon is what makes those techniques work. Everything starts from trust."
"Like you and your Greninja," Andrew said. "The Bond Phenomenon."
"Exactly," Ash confirmed. "That level of synchronization—where you and your Pokémon are so in tune that you move as one—that's the peak of what a trainer can achieve. And you've already shown glimpses of it. When Charmeleon evolved into Charizard to save you both, that was your bond manifesting in the most powerful way possible."
Andrew looked at Froakie, who was resting on the couch beside him. "Do you think Froakie and I could achieve that? The Bond Phenomenon?"
"I think you can achieve anything if you work for it," Ash said. "Froakie chose you for a reason. He saw something in you that resonated with him. That's the foundation. The rest is training, trust, and time."
James spoke up. "Andrew, we're so proud of everything you've accomplished. But promise us something—be careful out there. Team Rocket knows who you are now. You've made yourself a target."
"I know," Andrew said seriously. "But I can't stop fighting them just because it's dangerous. They hurt people. They hurt Pokémon. Someone has to stand up to them."
Jessie cupped her son's face. "We know. And we'll support you. Just… don't forget you have people who care about you. Don't take unnecessary risks."
"I won't," Andrew promised.
Ash stood up, preparing to leave. "I've got to head out—meeting with the Pokémon League about some World Tournament stuff. But Andrew?"
Andrew looked up.
"Keep that hat safe," Ash said, pointing to the iconic cap on Andrew's head. "And keep training. Next time we battle, I want to see how much stronger you've gotten."
"I will," Andrew said, standing and shaking Ash's hand. "Thank you. For everything. The battle, the advice, Froakie… all of it."
Ash smiled. "Just pay it forward someday. When you're strong enough to inspire the next generation, remember what it felt like to be where you are now."
As Ash left with his Pikachu, Andrew watched him go—a legend walking casually through the Pokémon Center, stopping to chat with young trainers who recognized him, taking pictures, signing autographs.
That's what Andrew wanted to become. Not just strong, but someone who inspired others to be better.
He looked down at Froakie, who looked back up at him with those intelligent eyes.
"We're going to get there," Andrew said quietly. "All of us. Together."

Andrew sat in his room, reviewing his notes on Charizard's potential move set when his Pokédex chimed.
Gary Oak appeared on screen, looking exhausted but pleased.
"Andrew. I heard about your battle with Ash today."
"News travels fast," Andrew said.
"When the World Monarch battles someone, yes, it does," Gary replied with a slight smile. "Dragon Dance was a smart tactical choice. Shows you're thinking beyond just raw power."
"I want to create a complete fighting style for Charizard," Andrew explained. "Something that makes him unpredictable and dangerous at any range."
He outlined his ideas—Dragon Dance for setup, Dragon Pulse for range, Flare Blitz for aggression, Air Slash for control, and the theoretical Blast Burn Cancel.
Gary listened intently. "Blast Burn Cancel… that's ambitious. I've seen records of trainers attempting similar techniques with other recoil moves, but success rates are extremely low. The energy expenditure required for Blast Burn is so massive that channeling another move immediately after is nearly impossible."
"Nearly impossible isn't the same as impossible," Andrew said. "And if Charizard can master it…"
"You'd have a signature technique that could challenge even elite trainers," Gary finished. "Alright. I'll send you some research data on recoil move mechanics. Maybe it'll help. But Andrew—don't rush this. These kinds of innovations take time."
"I know," Andrew said. "But I've got time. Four more badges, then the League. That's months of training."
"Good," Gary said. "Oh, and one more thing—the League officials are impressed with your performance at Silph Co. You're being considered for a special commendation. They don't give those out lightly."
Andrew felt his face heat up. "I just did what needed to be done."
"Exactly," Gary said. "That's what makes it commendable. Get some rest, Andrew. You've earned it."

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Celadon City was vibrant and bustling—the largest city in Kanto, known for its massive department store, the Game Corner, and the Rainbow Badge gym led by Erika.
Andrew walked through the city streets with Pikachu on his shoulder and Froakie at his heels. The water-type had been training intensely since joining the team, growing stronger and faster each day. Andrew could feel their bond deepening, though they hadn't yet reached the level of synchronization that Ash had mentioned.
His first priority was the gym battle, but as he passed by the famous Celadon Game Corner, something felt… off.
The building looked normal enough—bright lights, cheerful music, people going in and out. But Andrew's instincts, honed from months of encountering Team Rocket, were screaming at him.
He paused, studying the building more carefully.
Pikachu's ears twitched. "Pika?"
"You feel it too, don't you?" Andrew murmured. "Something's not right here."
He decided to investigate after his gym battle. First things first—the Rainbow Badge.
Celadon Gym - The Challenge
The Celadon Gym was beautiful, filled with plants and flowers of every variety. The air smelled sweet, and sunlight filtered through a glass roof. It felt more like a botanical garden than a battlefield.
Erika stood at the center—elegant, composed, wearing a traditional kimono. She looked serene, but Andrew knew better than to underestimate her. She was one of Kanto's elite gym leaders, specializing in Grass-types.
"Welcome, challenger," Erika said with a gentle smile. "I am Erika. I can sense you have a deep respect for nature and your Pokémon. That will serve you well in this battle."
"Thank you," Andrew replied. "I'm Andrew, and I'm here to challenge you for the Rainbow Badge."
"Very well. This will be a three-on-three battle. Standard rules. Let us begin."
The Battle: Andrew vs Erika
Round One: Charizard vs Tangela
"Tangela, grace us with your presence," Erika said calmly.
The grass-type emerged, its body covered in writhing blue vines.
"Charizard, you're up!" Andrew called.
The dragon roared, flames burning intensely on his tail.
"Tangela, Vine Whip."
Dozens of vines shot toward Charizard.
"Flamethrower, burn them away!"
Charizard's flames incinerated the vines before they could reach him.
"Now, Dragon Claw!"
Charizard dove forward, his claws glowing with draconic energy, and struck Tangela hard. The grass-type was launched backward, knocked out in a single hit.
Erika recalled Tangela with grace. "Your Charizard is powerful. But power alone does not guarantee victory. Victreebel, your turn."
Round Two: Charizard vs Victreebel
The large plant Pokémon emerged, its bell-shaped mouth opening to reveal sharp teeth.
"Victreebel, Solar Beam."
The grass-type began gathering sunlight, its body glowing.
"Charizard, don't let it finish charging! Air Slash!"
Razor-sharp air blades shot toward Victreebel, interrupting the Solar Beam charge and dealing damage.
"Razor Leaf!"
Sharp leaves shot toward Charizard.
"Dragon Dance to evade!"
Charizard performed the graceful aerial maneuver Andrew had been training, boosting his speed and attack while dodging the Razor Leaf.
"Now, Flare Blitz!"
Charizard's entire body erupted in flames as he charged forward like a meteor. The attack struck Victreebel with devastating force.
Victreebel collapsed, unable to continue.
Erika's serene expression didn't change, but Andrew could see respect in her eyes.
"You've trained your Charizard well. The bond between you is evident. But let us see how you handle this. Vileplume, show them the power of nature."
Round Three: Charizard vs Vileplume
Vileplume emerged—a mature grass-poison type with a massive flower on its head.
"Vileplume, Petal Dance."
A whirlwind of razor-sharp petals filled the air, creating a beautiful but deadly storm.
"Charizard, use your wings to create a wind current—blow them away!"
Charizard beat his powerful wings, creating a gust that dispersed most of the petals.
"Solar Beam!"
This time, Vileplume charged faster, and the beam of concentrated sunlight shot toward Charizard.
"Dodge and counter with Dragon Pulse!"
Charizard narrowly avoided the Solar Beam and fired back with draconic energy. The attack struck Vileplume directly.
"Vileplume, Sleep Powder!"
A cloud of blue powder spread across the battlefield.
"Charizard, fly above it!"
But Vileplume had anticipated this. "Petal Dance—above!"
The petals shot upward, striking Charizard and forcing him back down into the Sleep Powder cloud. The dragon's eyes began to droop.
"Charizard, stay awake!" Andrew shouted.
But it was too late. Charizard's eyes closed, and he began to fall.
"Now, Sludge Bomb!"
The poison-type attack struck the sleeping Charizard hard. He crashed to the ground.
"Charizard!" Andrew called.
But the dragon was unconscious, still asleep from the Sleep Powder.
The referee raised her flag. "Charizard is unable to battle!"
Andrew recalled his partner. "You fought great. Rest now."
He pulled out his second Pokéball. "Ivysaur, I need you!"
Round Four: Ivysaur vs Vileplume
Ivysaur emerged, and the two grass-types faced each other.
"A grass-type mirror match," Erika observed. "Interesting choice."
"Ivysaur, Razor Leaf!"
"Vileplume, Petal Dance!"
The two attacks met in midair, leaves and petals colliding in a beautiful display.
"Solar Beam!" both trainers called simultaneously.
Both Pokémon began charging, their bodies glowing with gathered sunlight.
The two beams fired at the exact same moment, meeting in the center of the battlefield. The energy clash created a massive explosion.
When the smoke cleared, both Ivysaur and Vileplume were down.
The referee raised both flags. "Both Pokémon are unable to battle!"
Andrew recalled Ivysaur. "You did amazing."
He looked at his remaining Pokémon. This was it—everything came down to his last choice.
"Gengar, let's finish this!"
The ghost-type emerged, grinning mischievously.
Erika sent out her final Pokémon—another Tangela, fresher and stronger than her first.
"This is where we conclude our battle," Erika said. "Tangela, Mega Drain!"
Energy-draining vines shot toward Gengar.
"Phase through them and use Shadow Ball!"
Gengar became intangible, the vines passing harmlessly through, and fired back with a Shadow Ball that struck Tangela directly.
"Bind!"
Vines wrapped around Gengar—and despite being a ghost-type, the physical restraint worked. Gengar was trapped.
"Mega Drain again!"
Energy began draining from Gengar.
"Gengar, Shadow Ball barrage—detonate on yourself!"
Gengar created multiple Shadow Balls and detonated them at point-blank range. The explosion destroyed the vines and damaged both Pokémon, but Gengar could take the hit better than Tangela.
When the smoke cleared, Gengar was still floating—battered but standing. Tangela was unconscious.
The referee raised her flag. "Tangela is unable to battle! The winner is Challenger Andrew!"
After the Battle
Erika walked across the battlefield with grace, holding out the Rainbow Badge—a beautiful multicolored badge shaped like a flower.
"You've earned this," Erika said. "Your Pokémon fought with courage and trust. That is the true strength of a trainer."
Andrew accepted the badge, adding it to his collection. Five badges now. Three more to go.
"Thank you for the battle," Andrew said sincerely.
"Continue to nurture your bonds," Erika replied. "They will carry you far."

Erika walked across the battlefield with grace, holding out the Rainbow Badge—a beautiful multicolored badge shaped like a flower.
"You've earned this," Erika said. "Your Pokémon fought with courage and trust. That is the true strength of a trainer."
Andrew accepted the badge, adding it to his collection. Five badges now. Three more to go.
"Thank you for the battle," Andrew said sincerely.
"Continue to nurture your bonds," Erika replied. "They will carry you far."
That Evening - The Game Corner
After healing his team at the Pokémon Center, Andrew couldn't shake the feeling about the Game Corner. He decided to investigate.
He entered the building—it was crowded with people playing slot machines and various games. Everything seemed normal on the surface.
But Andrew had played the old Pokémon games in his previous life. He remembered the Game Corner in Celadon City. He remembered what was hidden beneath it.
A Team Rocket hideout.
He wandered around casually, observing. Most people were focused on their games, but Andrew noticed a few individuals who seemed out of place—not playing, just watching the crowd. Security? Or Team Rocket lookouts?
Then he spotted it—in a back corner, partially hidden behind a poster. A suspicious switch on the wall.
Andrew waited until no one was looking, then pressed it.
A section of the floor slid open, revealing stairs leading down into darkness.
Andrew's heart pounded. He pulled out his Pokédex and sent a quick message to Professor Oak with his location, then recalled all his Pokémon except Pikachu and Froakie.
"Stay alert," he whispered to them. "We're going in."
They descended into the hidden base.
Team Rocket Underground Base
The underground facility was massive—sterile hallways, locked doors, and the unmistakable presence of Team Rocket. Grunts patrolled in groups, and Andrew had to duck into side corridors to avoid being spotted.
He moved deeper into the base, following the sound of voices and machinery. Eventually, he found himself overlooking a large chamber from a catwalk.
Below, dozens of caged Pokémon lined the walls. Team Rocket scientists worked at computer terminals. And in the center of it all, directing operations, were two figures Andrew recognized immediately.
Cassidy and Butch.
"The shipment needs to be ready by tomorrow," Cassidy was saying to a scientist. "The boss wants these Pokémon modified and combat-ready for the next phase."
Modified? Andrew felt sick. They were experimenting on Pokémon.
He needed to stop this. But how? There were too many grunts, and Cassidy and Butch were there. He couldn't take them all on alone.
Then alarms started blaring.
"Intruder detected on Level 3!" a voice announced over the speakers.
They'd found him.
"It's that brat!" Butch snarled, spotting Andrew on the catwalk. "Cassidy, it's James and Jessie's kid!"
"Get him!" Cassidy ordered. "Don't let him escape!"
Grunts poured into the corridors. Andrew ran, Pikachu and Froakie at his side, but he was quickly surrounded.
"Pikachu, Thunderbolt! Froakie, Water Pulse!"
They fought desperately, taking down grunt Pokémon left and right, but more kept coming. Andrew released Charizard, Gengar, and Ivysaur, and his team fought with everything they had.
But the sheer numbers were overwhelming. One by one, his Pokémon fell—exhausted from the earlier gym battle and now facing dozens of opponents.
Charizard went down under a combined assault of Golbats.
Gengar was hit by a critical Hyper Beam and collapsed.
Ivysaur fought valiantly but eventually succumbed to repeated attacks.
Pikachu was still fighting, but visibly exhausted.
And Froakie—the smallest member of the team—stood protectively in front of Andrew, breathing hard but refusing to back down.
Cassidy and Butch approached through the crowd of grunts.
"You're persistent, we'll give you that," Cassidy said coldly. "But you've made a fatal mistake coming here alone."
"Butch, finish this," she ordered.
Butch threw a Pokéball. "Primeape, Machamp, end this!"
Two powerful fighting-types emerged.
"And mine," Cassidy added. "Houndoom, Granbull, take them down!"
Four powerful Pokémon against an exhausted Pikachu and a young Froakie.
"Pikachu, Froakie, return!" Andrew called, trying to recall them.
But Froakie refused, slapping away his Pokéball with one hand. The water-type's eyes blazed with determination.
"Froak!" he cried out defiantly.
"Froakie, no!" Andrew shouted. "You can't—"
"Primeape, Close Combat!"
"Machamp, Dynamic Punch!"
"Houndoom, Flamethrower!"
"Granbull, Play Rough!"
All four attacks launched simultaneously at Froakie.
Time seemed to slow.
Andrew saw his Pokémon—this small, brave water-type who'd chosen him, who trusted him—about to be overwhelmed.
And something inside Andrew broke.
"FROAKIE!" Andrew screamed, throwing himself forward.
He wouldn't reach in time. He knew he wouldn't.
But Froakie heard his trainer's desperate cry. Felt the bond between them—the trust, the care, the absolute refusal to let each other fall.
And something awakened.
Froakie's body began to glow with brilliant white light.
The four attacks struck—but they hit a barrier of pure evolutionary energy.
Froakie's form grew larger, sleeker, more powerful. The light was blinding, forcing everyone to shield their eyes.
When the light faded, Frogadier stood where Froakie had been—taller, stronger, covered in bubbles that formed a protective foam scarf around his neck.
"Frogadier!" the newly evolved Pokémon called out, his voice deeper, more confident.
Cassidy's eyes widened. "It evolved?!"
"Frogadier, Water Pulse—full power!" Andrew commanded.
Frogadier created a massive sphere of water and launched it. The attack struck all four Pokémon simultaneously, sending them flying backward.
"Now, Double Team!"
Multiple copies of Frogadier appeared throughout the chamber, confusing the opponents.
"Quick Attack!"
The real Frogadier moved at incredible speed, striking Primeape and knocking it out.
"Impossible!" Butch snarled.
Pikachu, reinvigorated by his teammate's evolution, sparked with electricity. "Pika!"
"Pikachu, Thunderbolt on Machamp!"
"Frogadier, Water Pulse on Houndoom!"
The two attacks struck simultaneously. Machamp was paralyzed by the electric attack, and Houndoom was blasted backward by the water.
But Granbull lunged forward, jaws glowing with fairy energy.
"Frogadier, look out!"
Frogadier turned—too late to dodge completely. The Play Rough attack connected, sending him tumbling.
But the water-type got back up immediately, barely winded. His new evolution had given him significantly more durability.
"Andrew!" a voice called from behind.
Andrew turned to see Officer Jenny and a squad of police officers pouring into the base.
"We got your message!" Jenny shouted. "Backup is here!"
The tide of battle shifted instantly. Team Rocket grunts began fleeing or surrendering.
Cassidy snarled. "Retreat! Everyone, retreat!"
She and Butch released smoke bombs and disappeared into the base's deeper sections, escaping once again.
But the base was compromised. The caged Pokémon were being freed. The operation was over.
After the Raid
Andrew sat outside the Game Corner as police processed the scene. His entire team had been healed by emergency Pokémon medics, and they rested around him.
Frogadier sat beside Andrew, looking proud but tired. The water-type's evolution had saved them all.
"You were incredible," Andrew said softly, putting his hand on Frogadier's head. "When I thought I was going to lose you… I couldn't accept it. And you felt that, didn't you?"
"Frogadier," the Pokémon responded, nodding.
Officer Jenny approached. "Andrew, that was incredibly reckless. You could have been killed."
"I know," Andrew admitted. "But those Pokémon needed help. And I couldn't just walk away."
Jenny sighed. "You're brave. I'll give you that. And thanks to your intel, we've shut down a major Team Rocket operation. We found evidence of illegal experimentation, weapons development, and connections to other bases across Kanto."
"Cassidy and Butch got away," Andrew said with frustration.
"They always do," Jenny replied. "But we'll get them eventually. For now, you should rest. Your Pokémon need recovery time."
That Night - Video Call with Professor Oak
Andrew sat in his Pokémon Center room, Frogadier resting beside him on the bed, when he called Professor Oak.
Gary's face appeared, and his expression was serious.
"I heard about the Game Corner," Gary said without preamble. "Andrew, you can't keep doing this. You're one trainer—you can't take on Team Rocket alone."
"I wasn't trying to take them on," Andrew protested. "I was just investigating, and then—"
"And then you found yourself in over your head," Gary interrupted. "Again. Andrew, I understand your determination to stop Team Rocket. I respect it. But you have to be smarter about this. Work with authorities. Don't go in alone."
"Froakie evolved," Andrew said, changing the subject slightly. "During the battle with Cassidy and Butch's Pokémon. He evolved into Frogadier."
Gary's expression softened slightly. "I saw the report. Emergency evolution triggered by the bond between you. That's significant, Andrew. Frogadier is one step closer to potentially unlocking the Bond Phenomenon that Ash mentioned."
"I could feel it," Andrew said quietly. "During that moment when I thought I'd lose him. It was like… our emotions synchronized. Like we were sharing the same determination to protect each other."
"That's the foundation of the Bond Phenomenon," Gary explained. "But it's also a reminder of how much your Pokémon care about you. Which is why you need to be more careful. They'd risk everything for you, and you for them. That's admirable, but it can also be dangerous if you're not strategic."
Andrew nodded, understanding. "I'll be more careful. I promise."
"Good. Now rest. You've got three more gym badges to earn, and after tonight, you need recovery time."
Two Days Later
Andrew stood on the outskirts of Celadon City, his team fully healed and ready to continue the journey. Five badges gleamed inside his jacket—Boulder, Cascade, Thunder, Marsh, and Rainbow.
Frogadier stood beside him, stronger and more confident than ever. The water-type looked up at Andrew with absolute trust.
"Three more badges," Andrew said to his team. "Fuchsia, Cinnabar, and Viridian. Then the Pokémon League."
"Pika!" Pikachu cheered from his shoulder.
"Frogadier!" the water-type added.
Charizard roared from behind them, flames burning bright.
The road ahead would be challenging. Team Rocket was still out there, planning something bigger. Cassidy and Butch had escaped again. And Andrew was now known worldwide as both a hero and a target.
But he wasn't afraid.
He had his team. He had his determination. And he had a promise to keep—to return Ash's hat when he was strong enough to stand beside him as an equal.
The journey continued.
And Andrew was ready for whatever came next.
Meanwhile - Team Rocket Headquarters
Giovanni sat in darkness, watching surveillance footage of Andrew's battle at the Game Corner base. His expression was unreadable.
"The boy shut down our Celadon operation," an underling reported nervously. "Cassidy and Butch barely escaped."
"I saw," Giovanni said calmly. "James and Jessie's son continues to interfere. And his Froakie evolved during the battle. The offspring of Ash Ketchum's Greninja."
He leaned forward, studying the footage of Frogadier's evolution.
"Interesting. Very interesting."
"What are your orders, sir?"
Giovanni was quiet for a long moment. "Let him continue his gym challenge. Let him grow stronger. And when the time is right…"
He pressed a button, and the screen displayed Andrew's file—now updated with significantly more detail.
"We'll see just how strong James and Jessie's son really is. Prepare the Viridian Gym. I'll be taking personal interest in his eighth badge challenge."
The underling saluted and left.
Giovanni continued watching the footage of Andrew and his Pokémon—particularly the bond displayed during Froakie's evolution.
"You have potential, boy," Giovanni murmured. "Let's see if you're as strong as your reputation suggests."

Chapter Text

The road to Fuchsia City wound through dense forests and mountainous terrain. Andrew walked with Pikachu on his shoulder and Frogadier at his side, the rest of his team resting in their Pokéballs after morning training.
Since evolving during the Game Corner incident, Frogadier had grown noticeably stronger and faster. But Andrew knew there was more potential waiting to be unlocked—especially given Frogadier's heritage as the son of Ash's Greninja.
"When we get to Fuchsia," Andrew said to Frogadier, "I want to ask the Gym Leader for help. Koga is a master ninja. If we can learn from him before our gym battle, it could completely change how you fight when you eventually evolve into Greninja."
"Frogadier!" the water-type responded enthusiastically, already excited at the prospect.
Andrew remembered from his previous life that Greninja's fighting style was heavily influenced by ninja techniques—stealth, precision, and unpredictability. If Koga would agree to train them, it could be invaluable.
Fuchsia City - Arrival
Fuchsia City was quieter than other cities Andrew had visited, with traditional architecture and a serene atmosphere. The Safari Zone was nearby, and the scent of flowers mixed with ocean salt filled the air.
The Fuchsia Gym stood near the city's edge—a traditional dojo-style building adorned with ninja stars and smoke bombs. It looked like something from ancient times rather than a modern gym.
Andrew approached and knocked on the door.
It slid open silently, revealing a man in purple and black ninja garb. His face was sharp, his eyes calculating as they assessed Andrew in an instant.
"Koga," Andrew said respectfully, bowing slightly. "I'm Andrew, here to challenge for the Soul Badge."
Koga studied him for a long moment. "You're the trainer who fought at Silph Co. The one who shut down the Celadon Game Corner operation."
"Yes, sir."
"You fight Team Rocket. That requires courage." Koga stepped aside. "Enter. But before we battle, I wish to see your Pokémon."
Andrew followed him inside. The gym's interior was a traditional dojo with tatami mats and minimal decoration. Training equipment lined the walls.
"Release your team," Koga instructed.
Andrew sent out all his Pokémon—Pikachu, Charizard, Ivysaur, Gengar, and Frogadier.
Koga walked among them, studying each one carefully. When he reached Frogadier, he paused and knelt down.
"This one," Koga said quietly. "The offspring of Ash Ketchum's Greninja."
Andrew's eyes widened. "How did you know?"
"I battled against Ash's Greninja in an exhibition match years ago. The Bond Phenomenon that Pokémon achieved was extraordinary." Koga looked at Frogadier intently. "This one carries similar potential. I can sense it."
He stood, turning to Andrew. "I will make you an offer. Before our gym battle, allow me to train your Frogadier in the ninja arts. Two weeks of intensive instruction. If he can master the basics, he will be far more formidable when he evolves."
Andrew felt his heart leap. This was exactly what he'd hoped for. "You would do that?"
"I train those who show potential and respect for the craft," Koga replied. "Your Frogadier has both. But be warned—ninja training is not easy. It will push him to his absolute limits."
Andrew looked at Frogadier, who was already nodding eagerly.
"We accept," Andrew said.
Koga smiled slightly. "Good. Training begins at dawn. You may use the guest quarters. Rest tonight. Tomorrow, we work."
Day 1 - Foundation of Stealth
Dawn broke over Fuchsia City. Andrew and Frogadier stood side by side in the gym's outdoor training grounds, watching as Koga approached silently—neither of them had heard him coming.
"The first principle of ninjutsu is stealth," Koga began. "To move unseen and unheard until the moment you strike. Frogadier, your Double Team shows you understand misdirection. But true stealth is becoming invisible to all senses."
He gestured to an obstacle course—platforms, walls, ropes, and various structures.
"Both of you will navigate this course without making a sound. No water splashing, no heavy footfalls, no disturbed leaves. Perfect silence."
Andrew's eyes widened. "Both of us?"
"You must learn what you're asking your Pokémon to do," Koga said. "Only then can you truly guide him. Begin."
Andrew and Frogadier attempted the course together. Andrew was clumsy—his footsteps echoed, branches snapped under his weight, his breathing was too loud. Frogadier was faster but still made noise with water dripping and leaves rustling.
"Again," Koga said simply.
They tried again. And again. And again.
By midday, both were exhausted. Andrew's muscles screamed from unfamiliar movements—rolling, balancing on narrow surfaces, controlling his breathing. But his footsteps were noticeably quieter.
"You begin to understand," Koga acknowledged. "But you have far to go. Rest, then continue."
Andrew collapsed next to Frogadier, both breathing hard.
"This is harder than any gym battle," Andrew gasped.
"Frogadier," his partner agreed, equally exhausted.
But there was something else—a shared experience. They were learning together, struggling together, improving together.
Day 4 - Precision and Control
"A ninja strikes once, decisively," Koga explained. "Every movement must have purpose. No wasted energy."
He released his Weezing. "Frogadier, strike the center valve—the red one—without hitting anything else. Use Water Pulse, but compressed to a single point."
Frogadier fired. The attack hit Weezing but spread across the entire body.
"Too broad. Focus the energy."
Koga turned to Andrew. "And you—throw these shuriken at that target. Hit the center without touching the outer rings."
Andrew took the practice shuriken—blunt training weapons. His first throw missed the target entirely.
"You're thinking too much," Koga said. "Breathe. Focus on the center. Let your body remember the motion."
Hours of practice followed. Andrew's arms ached from throwing. Frogadier practiced compressing Water Pulse tighter and tighter.
By evening, Frogadier could hit the valve consistently. Andrew could hit the target's center ring—not perfect, but improving.
"You begin to understand precision," Koga said. "When you command Frogadier to strike a specific point, you now know the focus required. Tomorrow, we increase difficulty."
That night, Andrew's muscles were sore in places he didn't know could hurt. But as he sat with Frogadier, comparing their progress, he felt something shifting between them—a deeper understanding of each other's efforts and struggles.
Day 8 - Shadow Movement and Speed
"You've mastered basic stealth," Koga said. "Now we combine techniques. Watch."
He released his Crobat, which seemed to dissolve into shadows and reappear elsewhere.
"This is Shadow Sneak—a ghost technique. Frogadier cannot learn it as a water-type, but both of you can learn the principle. Use the environment to mask your presence. Move through water's reflection, through shadow, at the edge of perception."
Koga demonstrated with his own movements, showing Andrew how to shift position using shadows and blind spots. "When you understand how to be unseen yourself, you can better guide Frogadier in battle."
Andrew practiced moving through the training area, using pillars and shadows to mask his approach. It felt unnatural at first—humans weren't meant to move this way. But slowly, he began to understand how terrain and lighting could be weaponized.
Frogadier trained alongside him, learning to incorporate environmental features into his movements. Water-type Pokémon naturally moved fluidly, but Koga taught him to be deliberate, to disappear into reflections and shadows.
As they trained, Andrew had an idea—something from his previous life. A technique called Shunshin, or the Body Flicker Technique. In the shows he remembered, ninjas could move at extreme speeds, appearing to teleport over short distances.
"Master Koga," Andrew said during a break, "Frogadier has Quick Attack—a move that lets him move at high speed. But what if we could push it further? Make it so fast it looks like teleportation?"
Koga's eyes narrowed with interest. "Explain."
"Quick Attack is about speed and priority," Andrew said, thinking through the mechanics. "But what if Frogadier learned to channel that speed more precisely? Not just charging in a straight line, but appearing and disappearing—moving so fast the eye can't track him. Combining Quick Attack's speed with the stealth principles you've taught us."
"A hybrid technique," Koga mused. "Speed combined with misdirection. It would require perfect control and enormous energy."
"But it's possible?"
Koga studied Frogadier, who was listening intently. "It is ambitious. But yes—possible. Frogadier, come. We will attempt this."
For the next several days, alongside their regular ninja training, Andrew and Frogadier worked on the technique. Frogadier would use Quick Attack but try to minimize the visual blur, appearing and disappearing rather than showing a clear path of movement.
"You're learning to see the battlefield the way Frogadier sees it," Koga observed as Andrew successfully moved from one side of the training area to the other without being spotted. "This is crucial. When you command him in battle, you'll understand instinctively what paths are available to him."
By day ten, Frogadier could execute short bursts of the technique—vanishing and reappearing three feet away. It wasn't true teleportation, but the speed made it nearly impossible to track with the naked eye.
"Shunshin," Andrew named it, remembering the term from his previous life. "The Body Flicker Technique."
Koga nodded approvingly. "A fitting name. Continue refining it. When perfected, this will make Frogadier nearly impossible to counter in close combat."
Day 11 - Deception and Substitutes
"The ninja's greatest weapon is making opponents strike where you are not," Koga explained. "Frogadier, combine your Substitute technique with Double Team."
He demonstrated with his own Pokémon—creating a decoy that absorbed attacks while the real attacker struck from an unexpected angle.
Then Koga turned to Andrew. "And you must learn the principle of misdirection. Watch."
Koga performed a series of hand signs, then threw what appeared to be a smoke bomb. When the smoke cleared, he was in a completely different position than expected.
"Your opponent's eyes follow what they expect to see," Koga explained. "You must train yourself to move counter to expectation. This understanding will help you command Frogadier's deceptive techniques more effectively."
Andrew practiced feints and misdirection—making movements that suggested one direction while actually moving another. It was exhausting mentally and physically, requiring him to think three steps ahead.
Frogadier trained the Substitute-Double Team combination, and Andrew noticed something: when he practiced his own misdirection movements, he could better understand what Frogadier needed to do. Their training was synchronizing.
"You're beginning to move as one," Koga observed that evening. "When you practice together, your minds align. This is the foundation of true partnership."
Day 14 - Final Examination
Two weeks had transformed both Andrew and Frogadier. Andrew moved with a grace he'd never possessed before—quieter, more aware of his surroundings, understanding space and positioning in a completely new way. Frogadier's transformation was even more dramatic—he moved like water itself, fluid and silent.
But more importantly, they moved together with an unconscious synchronization. When Andrew shifted his weight, Frogadier mirrored the movement. When Frogadier prepared to strike, Andrew's body tensed in the same rhythm.
"Your final test," Koga announced. "Frogadier will face three of my Pokémon simultaneously—Crobat, Weezing, and Venomoth. Andrew, you will face three of my students in hand-to-hand combat using the techniques you've learned. Both tests happen simultaneously in separate areas. This will show me if you truly fight as one, even when separated."
Andrew's heart pounded. This was it—the culmination of everything they'd learned.
The battles began.
In the main dojo, Andrew faced three ninja students. He used everything Koga had taught him—reading movements, using misdirection, striking from unexpected angles. His body moved on instinct, applying principles learned through two weeks of grueling training.
In the outdoor arena, Frogadier faced three Pokémon. He used stealth to approach Weezing unseen, striking its weak point with precise Water Pulse before it could react. He used Double Team and Substitute to confuse Crobat, landing a critical hit when the bat struck a decoy. He read Venomoth's movements and dodged Sleep Powder before it was released.
Ten minutes later, both tests ended simultaneously.
Andrew stood over three defeated students, breathing hard but victorious.
Frogadier stood alone on the field, three of Koga's Pokémon recalled.
Koga appeared, moving between both locations with impossible speed.
"You did not see each other during your tests," Koga said. "Yet you both finished at the same moment. You moved with the same rhythm, the same intensity, the same determination. This is what I sought to teach you—not just techniques, but unity."
He bowed to both of them. "You fight as one, even when apart. This is the way of the ninja. This is the foundation of the Bond Phenomenon."
Andrew and Frogadier looked at each other, and in that moment, they both understood. Two weeks of training together, suffering together, learning together had forged something deeper than commands and obedience.
They were partners in the truest sense.
"Tomorrow," Koga said, "we battle for the Soul Badge. Rest tonight. You've both earned it. And Andrew—you have trained as a ninja. This will change not just how Frogadier fights, but how you see every battle. You understand movement, positioning, and deception now. Use this wisdom."
Andrew bowed deeply, using the proper form Koga had taught him. "Thank you, Master Koga. For teaching both of us."
Day 15 - The Gym Battle
Andrew stood on one side of the battlefield, Koga on the other. The gym's interior had hidden traps, platforms, and smoke machines that could activate during battle.
The referee raised his flags. "This is an official gym battle! Gym Leader Koga versus Challenger Andrew! Four Pokémon each! Begin!"
Round One: Gengar vs Venomoth
"Venomoth," Koga called calmly.
The bug-poison type emerged, wings creating psychedelic patterns.
"Gengar, let's go!"
"Venomoth, Psybeam!"
The psychic attack shot forward—super effective against Poison-types like Gengar.
"Phase out!"
Gengar became intangible, the beam passing through harmlessly.
"Sleep Powder!"
Blue powder began to spread.
"Shadow Ball before it reaches us!"
Gengar fired, disrupting the powder cloud and striking Venomoth.
"Signal Beam!"
The bug-type attack struck Gengar solidly.
"Shadow Ball barrage—surround it!"
Gengar created eight Shadow Balls positioned around Venomoth.
"Detonate!"
The simultaneous explosions caught Venomoth from all angles. The bug-type fell unconscious.
"Venomoth is unable to battle!"
Round Two: Gengar vs Crobat
"Crobat, your turn."
The four-winged bat emerged, moving at incredible speed.
"Air Slash!"
Sharp blades of wind shot toward Gengar.
"Dodge and Sludge Bomb!"
Gengar fired poison energy, but Crobat's speed let it evade easily.
"Cross Poison!"
Crobat's wings glowed with poison energy as it struck Gengar with a cross-shaped slash—but as both Pokémon were Poison-types, the attack dealt normal damage rather than being super effective.
Gengar took the hit but stayed in the fight.
"Hypnosis!"
But Crobat moved too fast, escaping before the sleep effect could take hold.
"Brave Bird!"
Crobat dive-bombed with devastating flying-type energy. Gengar crashed down, knocked out.
"Gengar is unable to battle!"
Andrew recalled his partner. "You fought well."
Round Three: Ivysaur vs Crobat
"Ivysaur, you're up!"
"Solar Beam—start charging!"
"Crobat, Air Slash!"
The flying-type move struck, but Ivysaur's grass typing resisted it. He continued charging.
"Fire!"
The massive beam struck Crobat directly. The bat fell immediately.
"Crobat is unable to battle!"
"Muk, show them true poison," Koga said.
Round Four: Ivysaur vs Muk
The massive sludge Pokémon oozed onto the field.
"Sludge Wave!"
Toxic sludge spread across the battlefield.
"Vine Whip—swing above it!"
Ivysaur used his vines to vault over the poison.
"Solar Beam!"
The attack struck Muk, but the poison-type's durability let it absorb the damage.
"Gunk Shot!"
Poison projectiles launched—super effective against Grass-types.
The attack connected. Ivysaur collapsed, badly poisoned.
"Ivysaur is unable to battle!"
Round Five: Charizard vs Muk
"Charizard, I need you!"
The dragon roared, flames blazing on his tail.
"Flamethrower!"
Fire engulfed Muk, but the poison-type endured.
"Poison Jab!"
Muk's appendage glowed with poison energy.
"Dodge and Dragon Claw!"
Charizard evaded and struck with glowing claws. Muk was damaged but still fighting.
"Fire Blast!"
A star-shaped blast of fire engulfed Muk completely. When the smoke cleared, the poison-type was down.
"Muk is unable to battle!"
"Weezing, final stand," Koga commanded.
Round Six: Charizard vs Weezing
"Weezing, Explosion!"
Andrew's eyes widened. "Charizard, get altitude!"
But Weezing detonated before Charizard could escape fully. The massive blast shook the gym.
Both Pokémon crashed down, unconscious.
"Both Pokémon are unable to battle!"
Andrew recalled Charizard. "You were amazing."
He looked at his final Pokémon. "Frogadier, everything comes down to you."
The water-type stepped forward, calm and focused—two weeks of training evident in his stance.
Koga sent out his final Pokémon. "Crobat—my ace. This one is far stronger than the first."
A larger, more intimidating Crobat emerged. Its presence was different—sharper, more dangerous.
Final Round: Frogadier vs Crobat (Ace)
"Crobat, Air Slash!"
"Frogadier, use stealth—blend into the shadows!"
Frogadier melted into the shadows along the wall. The Air Slash struck empty space.
Koga's eyes showed recognition. "My own techniques. Impressive. Crobat, Haze!"
Dark fog filled the battlefield, obscuring vision.
"Frogadier, use your training—listen for movement!"
In the haze, Frogadier closed his eyes and listened. He heard the flutter of wings, the movement of air currents.
"Water Pulse—three o'clock!"
Frogadier fired precisely. The water-type attack connected—super effective against Flying-types like Crobat. The bat cried out in the fog.
"Crobat, Supersonic!"
Confusing sound waves filled the area.
But Frogadier had trained to resist distraction. He shook off the confusion and continued moving.
"Double Team combined with Substitute!"
Multiple Frogadiers appeared throughout the haze. One was the Substitute decoy, several were illusions, and one was real.
"Crobat, Brave Bird—attack all of them!"
Crobat dove through the copies, destroying illusions one by one. But when it struck the Substitute, the decoy exploded with water energy, damaging the already-weakened bat.
"Now, Frogadier—use Shunshin!"
Frogadier vanished completely. Even in the haze, Crobat couldn't track where he went. One moment the water-type was ten feet away, the next he was directly beside Crobat's injured wing.
"Precision strike! Water Pulse to the wing joint!"
The compressed, super-effective water attack struck Crobat's wing exactly where it connected to the body. The bat's flight faltered badly.
"Cross Poison!"
Even injured, Crobat struck back with glowing wings covered in toxic energy. But against a Water-type like Frogadier, the Poison-type move dealt reduced damage.
Frogadier read the movement perfectly—just as Andrew had taught him through shared training. He dodged at the last instant, the attack barely grazing him.
"Shunshin into Quick Attack—strike the damaged wing!"
Frogadier vanished and reappeared instantly beside Crobat, then struck the injured wing with blinding speed. The combination of the flickering movement and the attack was devastating. Crobat couldn't maintain flight and began falling.
"Water Pulse—full power!"
The final super-effective attack struck Crobat directly. The bat crashed to the ground and didn't rise.
"Crobat is unable to battle! The winner is Challenger Andrew!"
After the Battle
The haze cleared. Frogadier stood in the battlefield's center, breathing hard but victorious. Evidence of the battle lay everywhere—water stains, scorch marks, and the subtle signs of ninja techniques perfectly executed.
Koga recalled his Pokémon and approached Andrew and Frogadier.
"That was a battle worthy of a ninja master," Koga said quietly. "Your Frogadier used every technique I taught him, and used them well."
"He trained incredibly hard," Andrew said, kneeling to embrace Frogadier.
Koga reached into his gi and produced a badge—the Soul Badge, shaped like a pink heart with a poison drop.
"You have earned this. Six badges. Only two remain before the Pokémon League."
Andrew held up the badge for Frogadier to see. "We did it!"
"Frogadier!" the water-type responded proudly.
Koga placed a hand on Frogadier's head. "When you evolve into Greninja, you will be truly formidable. Continue training. The ninja way is a lifelong journey."
"We will," Andrew promised. "Thank you, Master Koga."
Koga bowed. "Go forth, young trainer. The ninja strikes from shadow, but fights for the light."
That Evening - Pokémon Center
Andrew examined his six badges: Boulder, Cascade, Thunder, Marsh, Rainbow, and Soul.
Two more to go—Cinnabar and Viridian.
Frogadier sat beside him, and Andrew found himself unconsciously mirroring the water-type's posture—both sitting in the same relaxed but alert position they'd been taught. The ninja training had changed them both.
Andrew looked at his hands. He'd learned to throw shuriken, to move silently, to read an opponent's body language. Skills he'd never imagined needing as a Pokémon trainer.
But Koga was right—understanding what he asked of Frogadier made him a better trainer. When he commanded stealth, he knew the effort required. When he called for precision strikes, he understood the focus needed.
They had trained as one. And now they would battle as one.
Andrew's Pokédex chimed. Ash was calling.
"Andrew! I heard you beat Koga! And that Frogadier trained with him?"
"Yeah," Andrew smiled. "Two weeks of ninja training. It made all the difference."
"That's amazing," Ash said. "Greninja and I trained in similar techniques in Kalos. It's what helped us achieve the Bond Phenomenon."
"How do I know when we're ready for that?" Andrew asked.
Ash was quiet for a moment. "You'll feel it. When you and Frogadier are so in sync you don't need words, when you can sense each other's feelings, when you trust each other completely—that's when it happens. But don't force it. Let it come naturally."
"I understand."
"Two more badges," Ash observed. "You're getting close, Andrew."
Andrew touched the brim of Ash's cap. "I'm going to return this hat at the World Tournament. I promise."
Ash grinned. "I believe you. Take care of Frogadier—he's special."
After the call, Andrew looked at Frogadier. "You heard him. We're going to prove it."
"Frogadier," the water-type responded with determination.
Six badges down. Two to go.
And the Pokémon League waited ahead.

Chapter Text

The boat ride to Cinnabar Island was peaceful. Andrew stood at the railing with Pikachu on his shoulder, watching the volcanic island grow larger on the horizon. Smoke rose from the volcano's peak, and he could see the famous research facility built into the mountainside.
Six badges down. Two to go.
But as the boat docked, Andrew felt uneasy. Something was off about the island—too quiet, with fewer tourists than expected for a popular destination.
"Stay alert," Andrew murmured to Pikachu.
As they disembarked, Andrew noticed several people in dark clothing moving crates near a warehouse. They were trying to be discreet, but Andrew's experience with Team Rocket had taught him what suspicious activity looked like.
And then he saw it—on one of the crates, partially covered: a stylized "G" logo he recognized from his previous life.
Team Galactic.
Andrew's blood ran cold. He knew about Team Galactic from the games—they were from Sinnoh, led by Cyrus, obsessed with creating a "new world" and capturing legendary Pokémon like Dialga and Palkia.
What were they doing in Kanto?
He ducked behind some shipping containers and pulled out his Pokédex, immediately calling Professor Oak.
"Professor, I'm on Cinnabar Island. Team Galactic is here—I just saw their logo on smuggling crates."
Gary's face appeared, his expression darkening. "Team Galactic? In Kanto? That's… concerning. They must be coordinating with Team Rocket. I'll contact authorities, but Andrew—"
"I'm going to investigate," Andrew said. "If they're smuggling Pokémon from Sinnoh, I need to stop them."
"Be careful. Team Galactic is dangerous—possibly more so than Team Rocket. Their ideology is extreme."
"I know," Andrew said, remembering everything from the games. "I'll be careful."
The Warehouse
Andrew waited until dark, then approached the warehouse. Using the stealth techniques Koga had taught him, he moved silently through shadows, reaching a side entrance.
Inside, his worst fears were confirmed.
Dozens of cages filled with Pokémon—many he recognized as Sinnoh species. Starly, Bidoof, Shinx, and others, all looking scared and exhausted. Team Galactic grunts in their distinctive gray and blue uniforms moved between the cages, checking manifest lists.
And in the center, talking to what appeared to be Team Rocket operatives, stood two Team Galactic commanders—their uniforms more elaborate than the grunts'.
"The boss will be pleased with this shipment," one Team Rocket grunt said. "These Sinnoh Pokémon will fetch high prices."
"Our arrangement is simple," a Galactic commander replied coldly. "We provide Pokémon from Sinnoh. You provide funding and resources for our operations. Both organizations benefit."
Andrew's jaw tightened. They were working together.
He needed to act now. He released his entire team—Pikachu, Charizard, Ivysaur, Gengar, and Frogadier.
"We're freeing these Pokémon," Andrew whispered. "And we're stopping this smuggling operation. Be ready."
His team nodded, prepared.
Andrew stepped out from cover. "This operation ends now!"
All heads turned toward him.
"A kid?" one grunt laughed.
Then someone recognized him. "Wait—that's the trainer from the broadcasts! The one who shut down Celadon and fought at Silph Co.!"
The commanders' expressions hardened.
"Take him," one ordered. "But keep him alive—he might have useful information about Team Rocket's operations."
Grunts poured forward, releasing their Pokémon—mostly Glameow, Stunky, and Zubat.
"Charizard, Flamethrower! Gengar, Shadow Ball barrage! Ivysaur, Razor Leaf! Pikachu, Thunderbolt! Frogadier, Water Pulse!"
Andrew's team struck as one coordinated unit. The warehouse erupted into chaos.
The Battle
The fight was brutal and exhausting. Andrew's team had to battle waves of grunts while also trying to free the caged Pokémon.
Charizard's flames lit up the warehouse as he took on multiple opponents at once. Gengar phased through attacks and struck from unexpected angles. Ivysaur used his vines to both fight and open cage locks. Pikachu's electricity arced between multiple targets.
And Frogadier—using his ninja training—moved like a ghost, striking precisely and vanishing before counterattacks could land.
But the sheer numbers were overwhelming. One by one, Andrew's Pokémon began to fall.
Ivysaur went down under a coordinated assault from several Glameow.
Gengar was caught by a lucky Dark Pulse and knocked out.
Charizard fought valiantly but eventually collapsed from exhaustion after taking down a dozen opponents.
Pikachu was still fighting, but visibly tired.
Only Frogadier remained at full strength, his ninja training and speed keeping him ahead of attacks.
Then the two commanders stepped forward.
"Enough games," one said, releasing a Toxicroak and Skuntank.
"End this," the other added, sending out a Purugly and Bronzor.
Four powerful Pokémon against an exhausted Pikachu and Frogadier.
Andrew's mind raced. They were outnumbered, outmatched, but he couldn't give up. Not with all these Pokémon depending on him.
"Frogadier, Shunshin!" Andrew commanded.
Frogadier vanished and reappeared, striking Skuntank with a Water Pulse before it could react. The Poison-type was knocked back hard.
"Pikachu, Thunderbolt on Bronzor!"
The electric attack struck—but Bronzor's Steel-typing resisted it, taking minimal damage.
"Toxicroak, Poison Jab!"
The Poison-Fighting type lunged at Frogadier with devastating speed and power.
Frogadier dodged—barely—but the Toxicroak was fast. Too fast.
"Purugly, Play Rough!"
The Normal-type's Fairy move struck Pikachu hard—super effective. Pikachu crashed into a crate and didn't get up.
"Pikachu!" Andrew shouted, recalling his partner.
Now it was just Frogadier.
One Pokémon against four.
Andrew looked at his partner. Frogadier was breathing hard but his eyes burned with determination. He wasn't giving up.
Neither was Andrew.
"Frogadier," Andrew said quietly, "I trust you. Give them everything we've got."
Something shifted in that moment. Andrew felt it—a connection deeper than commands, deeper than strategy. He could sense Frogadier's exhaustion, his determination, his absolute refusal to lose.
And Frogadier could feel Andrew's unwavering faith in him.
Their hearts synchronized.
"Water Pulse—rapid fire!"
Frogadier unleashed a barrage of attacks, striking all four opponents. The ninja training showed—each shot was precise, exploiting openings.
"Shunshin into Quick Attack!"
Frogadier vanished and reappeared behind Skuntank, striking before the Poison-type could react. Skuntank went down.
Three left.
"Bronzor, Confusion!"
The psychic attack lifted Frogadier into the air.
"Break free!" Andrew called.
Frogadier struggled—and somehow, through sheer will, broke the psychic hold.
"Toxicroak, finish this! Poison Jab!"
"Purugly, Play Rough!"
Both attacks came simultaneously.
Andrew's mind worked at lightning speed. Two attacks, one Pokémon, no time to dodge both.
Unless—
"Frogadier, Substitute!"
A decoy appeared, taking both hits and exploding. The real Frogadier was already moving.
"Now! Water Pulse on Purugly!"
The Water-type attack struck the Normal-type hard, knocking it out.
Two left.
But Frogadier was at his limit. Andrew could feel his partner's exhaustion through their bond.
"We can do this," Andrew said. "Together."
Frogadier's body began to glow.
Andrew's eyes widened. "Frogadier…?"
The light intensified, enveloping the water-type completely. His form grew larger, sleeker, more powerful. When the light faded, Greninja stood there—taller, more imposing, with a water shuriken forming on his back.
"Greninja!" the newly evolved Pokémon called out, his voice deeper and filled with power.
The commanders' eyes widened.
"It evolved?!"
Andrew felt the difference immediately. The bond between them had deepened exponentially. He could sense Greninja's thoughts, his intentions, his very heartbeat.
This was what Ash had described. The foundation of the Bond Phenomenon.
"Greninja," Andrew said, "let's finish this. Water Shuriken!"
Greninja grabbed the shuriken from his back and hurled it. The attack struck Bronzor with devastating force—the Steel-Psychic type couldn't resist the super-effective Water move. It crashed down, defeated.
One left.
Toxicroak stood alone, looking between the fallen Pokémon and the newly evolved Greninja.
"Toxicroak, Gunk Shot!"
Poison projectiles launched toward Greninja.
"Shunshin—evade and strike!"
Greninja's speed had increased dramatically with evolution. He vanished, the Gunk Shot hitting empty air, and reappeared directly in front of Toxicroak.
"Water Pulse—point blank!"
The attack struck with overwhelming force. Toxicroak was blasted backward and didn't get up.
Silence filled the warehouse.
All the grunt Pokémon were defeated. The commanders' Pokémon were down.
Andrew stood with Greninja, both breathing hard, but victorious.
Sirens wailed outside—Officer Jenny and backup had arrived.
The commanders tried to flee, but police blocked the exits. This time, there was no escape.
The Discovery
As officers secured the warehouse and freed the caged Pokémon, Andrew heard something—a weak cry from deeper in the building.
He followed the sound to a locked back room. Using Greninja's newfound strength, they broke the door open.
Inside was a single cage with a Pokémon Andrew immediately recognized—a Gabite, the Dragon-Ground type from Sinnoh.
But this Gabite was in terrible condition. Wounded, scared, and when it saw Andrew, it hissed defensively despite barely being able to stand.
"It's okay," Andrew said softly, approaching slowly. "I'm not going to hurt you."
The Gabite snapped at him, clearly traumatized.
Andrew opened the cage carefully. "Come on. I'm taking you to get help."
The Gabite tried to retreat but was too weak. When Andrew reached in to lift the dragon-type, Gabite's instincts kicked in—it bit down hard on Andrew's arm.
Andrew gritted his teeth against the pain but didn't pull away. "I know you're scared. But I promise—I'm going to help you."
Blood ran down Andrew's arm, but he carefully lifted Gabite, holding the injured dragon-type close even as it continued biting.
"Greninja, we need to get to the Pokémon Center. Now."
Greninja nodded, and they ran.
The Pokémon Center
Andrew burst through the doors, Gabite still clamped onto his arm.
"Please!" Andrew called to Nurse Joy. "This Gabite needs help immediately!"
Nurse Joy's eyes widened at the sight—both the injured dragon-type and Andrew's bleeding arm.
"Chansey, take the Gabite! Carefully!"
The Chansey approached with a soothing presence, and slowly, Gabite released Andrew's arm to snap at the Chansey instead. But the Chansey's gentle nature and healing abilities began to calm the frightened dragon.
Andrew swayed, blood loss and exhaustion catching up to him.
"Andrew!" Nurse Joy caught him as his vision blurred.
"Take care of… Gabite…" Andrew managed before consciousness faded.
Recovery - Three Days Later
Andrew woke in a Pokémon Center recovery room. His arm was bandaged, and he felt weak but alive.
Greninja sat beside the bed, watching over him. When Andrew's eyes opened, the water-type's expression showed relief.
"Hey, partner," Andrew said weakly. "You evolved. You were amazing."
"Ninja," Greninja responded, his voice carrying pride and concern.
Nurse Joy entered. "You're finally awake. You lost a lot of blood, but you'll be fine. That was incredibly brave—and incredibly reckless—what you did."
"The Gabite?"
"Healing. Physically, anyway. But emotionally…" She shook her head. "That Pokémon has been severely traumatized. Team Galactic had been experimenting on it, trying to force evolution. It's terrified of humans."
"Can I see it?"
"I don't think that's—"
"Please."
Nurse Joy hesitated, then nodded. "Come with me."
Meeting Gabite
In a private recovery room, Gabite huddled in the corner, bandaged but awake. When Andrew entered, the dragon-type hissed and tried to back away further.
"It's okay," Andrew said softly, sitting down across the room—not approaching, just present. "I'm not going to hurt you."
Gabite watched him with fearful, distrustful eyes.
Andrew sat there for an hour, not moving, just talking quietly about nothing in particular. About his journey. About his team. About how he'd been scared too, sometimes.
Gabite didn't approach, but the hissing stopped.
Andrew came back the next day. And the next. Each time sitting a little closer, but never forcing contact.
Building Trust - One Week Montage
Day 1: Andrew sat across the room. Gabite stayed in the corner, watching suspiciously.
Day 2: Andrew brought food—high-quality Pokémon food for Dragon-types. He set it down and backed away. Gabite waited until he was far enough, then ate hungrily.
Day 3: Andrew sat closer. Gabite growled but didn't retreat. Progress.
Day 4: Andrew extended his hand—palm up, non-threatening. Gabite stared at it but didn't bite. Small victories.
Day 5: Gabite moved closer on its own. Not close enough to touch, but closer than before. Trust was building.
Day 6: Andrew offered food from his hand. Gabite hesitated, then carefully took it—without biting.
Day 7: Gabite approached Andrew and, for the first time, allowed itself to be touched. Andrew gently placed his hand on the dragon's head.
Gabite didn't pull away.
"You're safe now," Andrew whispered. "No one's going to hurt you again. I promise."
Tears rolled down Gabite's face—the first sign of the emotional walls breaking down.
Andrew held the dragon-type as it cried, finally releasing the trauma it had carried.
The Choice
Later that week, Andrew spoke with Nurse Joy.
"Gabite's healed physically," she said. "But what happens now? We could try to find its original home in Sinnoh, but after what it's been through…"
"I want to ask Gabite to join my team," Andrew said. "If it wants to. I won't force it. But I think… I think we could help each other."
He entered Gabite's room, and the dragon-type immediately approached—a stark contrast to the terrified creature from a week ago.
"Gabite," Andrew said, kneeling down, "you're healed now. You could go back to Sinnoh, try to find your home. Or…" He pulled out a Pokéball. "You could come with me. Be part of my team. I can't promise it'll be easy, but I promise I'll never let anyone hurt you again."
Gabite looked at the Pokéball, then at Andrew. At this human who'd saved it, who'd been patient, who'd shown nothing but kindness.
The dragon-type reached out and tapped the Pokéball.
Click.
The ball didn't even shake. Gabite had chosen.
Andrew released him immediately. "Welcome to the team, Gabite."
The dragon-type made a sound—not a growl or hiss, but something almost like a purr. Then it climbed onto Andrew's lap and rested its head against his chest.
Andrew hugged his newest partner. "We're going to be great together."
The Pokémon Mansion
With Gabite healing emotionally and physically, Andrew finally had time to explore Cinnabar Island properly. He'd heard about an abandoned mansion on the island—the Pokémon Mansion, once a research facility.
He ventured inside with Greninja and Pikachu, leaving his other Pokémon to rest.
The mansion was eerie—dusty, abandoned, with signs of hasty evacuation. But what caught Andrew's attention were the research notes scattered throughout.
"Journal Entry 1: We discovered a new Pokémon deep in the jungle of Guyana. We named it Mew."
"Journal Entry 5: Mew gave birth. We named the newborn Mewtwo."
"Journal Entry 12: The experiment is a success. Mewtwo is far more powerful than anticipated. But its psychic abilities are growing unstable. It asks questions about its purpose. Its existence."
"Journal Entry 15: Mewtwo has escaped. The facility is destroyed. So many casualties. What have we done?"
Andrew felt chills reading the entries. He knew about Mewtwo from his previous life—the most powerful psychic Pokémon ever created, born from genetic experimentation on Mew.
And these notes confirmed it had happened here, on Cinnabar Island.
He took photos of the research notes with his Pokédex and sent them to Professor Oak. This was important history—dark history, but important nonetheless.
As he left the mansion, Andrew noticed a figure watching from a distance—an old man with sunglasses and a mustache.
The man nodded once, then disappeared.
That must have been Blaine, the Gym Leader. Andrew would meet him properly tomorrow.
Meeting Blaine
The next morning, Andrew went to the Cinnabar Gym—but it was empty. A note on the door read: "Gym Leader Blaine is at the volcano. Challengers must find him there."
Andrew made his way to the volcano, climbing the rocky path until he found a figure standing near the crater's edge.
The old man from the mansion.
"So you found my gym closed," Blaine said without turning around. "And you came looking. That shows initiative."
"You're Blaine," Andrew stated.
"I am." Blaine turned, and Andrew could see intelligence and sadness in his eyes. "You found the mansion. Read the research notes."
"About Mew and Mewtwo," Andrew confirmed.
"I was part of that research," Blaine said quietly. "One of the scientists who created Mewtwo. It's my greatest shame. We played god, and we paid the price."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Because you're Andrew—the trainer who's been fighting Team Rocket. Who saved those Pokémon from Team Galactic." Blaine studied him. "You understand that Pokémon aren't tools or experiments. They're living beings deserving of respect. That's why I'll battle you for the Volcano Badge. But I won't go easy on you. I need to know you're strong enough to face whatever lies ahead."
"I'm ready," Andrew said.
Blaine smiled slightly. "Then meet me at the gym tomorrow morning. Five-on-five battle. Bring your best team."
The Gym Battle - Next Day
Andrew stood across from Blaine in the Cinnabar Gym. The battlefield was surrounded by pools of lava, with platforms for Pokémon to stand on. The heat was intense.
"This is an official gym battle," the referee announced. "Gym Leader Blaine versus Challenger Andrew! Five Pokémon each! Begin!"
Round One: Greninja vs Ninetales
"Ninetales, show them the beauty of fire!" Blaine called.
The elegant Fire-type emerged, nine tails waving.
"Greninja, you're up!"
Andrew's newly evolved water-type landed on a platform, ready.
"Ninetales, Flamethrower!"
"Water Shuriken!"
The water shuriken cut through the flames and struck Ninetales—super effective. The Fire-type took heavy damage immediately.
"Impressive," Blaine noted. "Ninetales, Solar Beam!"
The Fire-type began gathering solar energy.
"Don't let it charge! Shunshin into Water Pulse!"
Greninja vanished and reappeared beside Ninetales, striking before the Solar Beam could finish charging. Ninetales collapsed.
"Ninetales is unable to battle!"
One down.
Round Two: Greninja vs Rapidash
"Rapidash, avenge Ninetales!"
The Fire-Horse Pokémon galloped onto the field.
"Rapidash, Flare Blitz!"
Flames engulfed Rapidash as it charged.
"Dodge with Shunshin!"
Greninja vanished, Rapidash's attack hitting empty air.
"Water Pulse!"
But Rapidash was fast—it dodged.
"Megahorn!"
The Bug-type attack struck Greninja hard—super effective against Water-types. Greninja was thrown back but stayed standing.
"Greninja, are you okay?"
"Ninja," Greninja responded, determined.
"Water Shuriken—full power!"
The attack struck Rapidash with devastating force. The Fire-type collapsed.
"Rapidash is unable to battle!"
But Greninja was hurt. Andrew recalled him. "You did great. Rest now."
Round Three: Ivysaur vs Arcanine
"Ivysaur, I need you!"
"Arcanine, legendary power!"
The massive Fire-type emerged, intimidating and powerful.
"Arcanine, Flamethrower!"
"Solar Beam!"
The two attacks collided in a massive explosion. When the smoke cleared, both Pokémon were still standing.
"Extreme Speed!"
Arcanine moved impossibly fast, striking Ivysaur hard.
"Vine Whip—grab it!"
Ivysaur's vines wrapped around Arcanine, holding it in place.
"Now, Solar Beam point-blank!"
The grass-type attack at close range was devastating. Arcanine collapsed.
"Arcanine is unable to battle!"
But Ivysaur was exhausted from two Solar Beams.
Round Four: Ivysaur vs Magmar
"Magmar, incinerate!"
The duck-like Fire-type emerged, flames dancing around its body.
"Magmar, Fire Punch!"
The flaming fist struck Ivysaur—super effective. The grass-type went down immediately.
"Ivysaur is unable to battle!"
Andrew recalled him. Three of Blaine's Pokémon down, two of Andrew's.
Round Five: Charizard vs Magmar
"Charizard, it's your turn!"
The dragon roared, flames blazing.
Two Fire-types facing each other.
"This will be interesting," Blaine said. "Fire against fire. Magmar, Flamethrower!"
"Charizard, Dragon Claw!"
Charizard charged through the flames, his claws glowing with draconic energy—super effective against Dragon-types like… wait, Magmar wasn't a dragon. But it was still a powerful attack. The Dragon-type energy struck hard, and Magmar was sent flying.
"Fire Punch!"
"Dragon Claw again!"
The two attacks collided, and both Pokémon were thrown backward.
"Charizard, use Dragon Dance!"
Charizard performed the ancient ritual, boosting his speed and attack.
"Magmar, Fire Blast!"
"Dodge and counter with Fire Blast!"
Both Pokémon unleashed massive star-shaped fire attacks. The explosions shook the gym.
When the smoke cleared, both Pokémon were down.
"Both Pokémon are unable to battle!"
Final Round: Pikachu vs Charizard (Blaine's Ace)
"My final Pokémon," Blaine said seriously, "is also a Charizard. My partner for over thirty years. Show them, old friend!"
A massive Charizard emerged—even larger than Andrew's, covered in scars from countless battles, radiating power and experience.
Andrew had one Pokémon left.
"Pikachu, we're counting on you!"
The mouse Pokémon leaped onto the battlefield, electricity crackling.
"A Pikachu against a Charizard," Blaine observed. "Brave choice. Or foolish. We'll see which. Charizard, Air Slash!"
"Dodge and Thunderbolt!"
Pikachu's electricity struck Charizard, but the dragon barely flinched. This Charizard had incredible durability.
"Flamethrower!"
"Iron Tail to deflect!"
Pikachu's tail glowed metallic, batting away some of the flames.
"Charizard, Dragon Claw!"
"Pikachu, use Chidori!"
Electricity concentrated in Pikachu's paws as he charged forward. The Chidori pierced through Charizard's Dragon Claw, striking the dragon directly.
Charizard roared in pain—the first real damage it had taken.
"Impressive technique," Blaine said. "But not enough! Charizard, Blast Burn!"
The most powerful Fire-type move erupted. Pikachu was caught in the devastating blast and thrown backward.
He struggled to stand, badly hurt.
"Pikachu!" Andrew called. "Can you keep going?"
"Pika!" Pikachu responded, refusing to give up.
"Then one more time! Chidori—everything you've got!"
Pikachu channeled every ounce of remaining energy into his paws. The electricity spiraled faster, brighter, more concentrated than ever before.
He charged forward.
"Charizard is in recharge from Blast Burn—it can't dodge! Fire Blast when you can move!"
But Pikachu was too fast. The Chidori struck Charizard in the chest before the dragon could recover.
The concentrated electricity surged through Charizard's body.
The dragon roared—then collapsed.
Silence filled the gym.
"Charizard is unable to battle! The winner is Challenger Andrew!"
Pikachu collapsed immediately after, completely exhausted but victorious.
After the Battle
Blaine recalled his Charizard and walked across the battlefield. He extended his hand to help Andrew up.
"That was one of the best battles I've had in years," Blaine said seriously. "Your Pikachu's Chidori technique—I've never seen anything like it. And the bond between you and your Pokémon… that's what true strength looks like."
He reached into his coat and pulled out a badge shaped like a flame—the Volcano Badge.
"You've earned this. Seven badges now. Only one more before the Pokémon League."
Andrew accepted the badge, holding it up for Pikachu to see before his partner's eyes closed in exhaustion.
"Thank you, Blaine. That was an honor."
"The honor was mine." Blaine's expression grew serious. "Andrew, I saw what you did at the warehouse. Stopping Team Galactic's smuggling operation. That took courage. But be careful—both Team Rocket and Team Galactic are dangerous. And if they're working together…"
"I know," Andrew said. "But I can't just stand by and let them hurt Pokémon."
"I understand. Just remember—you're one trainer. Don't try to fight every battle alone." He paused. "That Gabite you rescued. How is it?"
"Healing. It's joining my team."
Blaine nodded. "Good. Dragon-types are loyal once you earn their trust. Treat it well."
"I will."
That Evening - Pokémon Center
Andrew sat with his team, all healed and resting. Seven badges gleamed in his case: Boulder, Cascade, Thunder, Marsh, Rainbow, Soul, and Volcano.
One more to go—Viridian City.
And he knew who waited there: Giovanni, leader of Team Rocket.
Greninja sat beside him, stronger than ever after evolution. Gabite rested on his other side, finally showing signs of happiness. Pikachu, Charizard, Ivysaur, and Gengar all gathered around.
His team was strong. His bonds were deep.
But the final gym badge would be the hardest yet.
And after that… the Pokémon League.
Andrew looked at Ash's cap on his head and made a silent promise: I'm getting closer. Soon, I'll be strong enough to return this to you.
The journey continued.
And the greatest challenges still lay ahead.

Chapter Text

Andrew walked the familiar path from Viridian City toward Pallet Town, his team resting in their Pokéballs except for Pikachu and Gabite. The dragon-type had been out of his ball more often lately, slowly adjusting to freedom and companionship after his traumatic experience with Team Galactic.
Gabite walked close to Andrew’s side, occasionally glancing up at his trainer as if to confirm he was still there, still safe.
“We’re almost to Professor Oak’s lab,” Andrew said, reaching down to pat Gabite’s head. The dragon-type leaned into the touch—a gesture that would have been impossible just weeks ago. “I want him to meet you properly. And I need to talk to him about… everything.”
Seven badges gleamed in his case. Seven hard-fought victories. But the weight of what came next pressed on his mind.
Viridian Gym. Giovanni. The leader of Team Rocket.
Andrew knew from his previous life that Giovanni was one of the most powerful trainers in Kanto, specializing in Ground-types. But more than that—he was cunning, strategic, and had been personally interested in Andrew ever since the Silph Co. incident.
This wouldn’t be just a gym battle. It would be a test.
Professor Oak’s Lab - Arrival
The lab stood on the hill overlooking Pallet Town, just as Andrew remembered from his first visit. He approached the entrance and knocked.
The door opened to reveal Professor Gary Oak, looking tired but pleased to see him.
“Andrew,” Gary greeted warmly. “Come in. I’ve been expecting you.”
Andrew entered the lab, releasing his entire team. Pikachu, Charizard, Ivysaur, Gengar, Greninja, and Gabite all emerged, filling the lab’s main area.
Gary’s eyes immediately went to Greninja. “So Frogadier evolved during the Team Galactic incident. And with excellent timing, from what I heard in the reports.”
“The bond between us deepened during that battle,” Andrew explained. “I could feel what he was feeling. It was like… we were fighting as one.”
“That’s the foundation of the Bond Phenomenon,” Gary confirmed. “You’re getting close, Andrew. Very close.” He then looked at Gabite, who stayed pressed against Andrew’s leg. “And this is the Gabite you rescued.”
“Yeah,” Andrew said, kneeling beside the dragon-type. “Team Galactic had been experimenting on him. Trying to force evolution. He was terrified when I found him.”
Gary’s expression darkened. “Forced evolution experiments. That’s barbaric.” He studied Gabite carefully. “But he’s bonded with you now. That’s remarkable progress for a traumatized Pokémon.”
“It took time,” Andrew said. “But he’s part of the team now.”
Gary nodded. “Speaking of your team—you’ve come a long way since you started. Seven badges. Six Pokémon, all with strong bonds. You’re ready for the Pokémon League, Andrew.”
“But first, Viridian Gym,” Andrew said quietly.
The room went silent.
Gary’s expression became serious. “Giovanni.”
“You know it’s him.”
“I’ve known for years,” Gary admitted. “Giovanni—Gym Leader of Viridian City and secret leader of Team Rocket. The League has suspected it, but we’ve never had concrete proof. He’s too careful, too well-protected.”
“So when I battle him…”
“You’ll be facing one of the most dangerous trainers in Kanto,” Gary said bluntly. “He’s not just strong, Andrew. He’s strategic, ruthless, and he’s been watching you specifically since Silph Co. This gym battle won’t be like the others.”
Andrew felt his team shift around him, responding to the tension in the room.
“I know,” Andrew said. “But I have to do this. For the badge, and because… because someone needs to stand up to him.”
Gary walked over to his desk and pulled out a folder. “I’ve been compiling information. Giovanni’s battle style, his known Pokémon, his strategies. I want you to study this before you challenge him.”
He handed the folder to Andrew. “His team is primarily Ground-types—Rhyhorn, Rhydon, Nidoking, Nidoqueen, and his ace: Rhyperior. All powerful, all highly trained. He favors overwhelming physical attacks and brute force, but he’s also capable of complex strategies when needed.”
Andrew opened the folder, studying the information. Photos of Giovanni’s Pokémon, battle records, tactical analyses.
“Water, Grass, and Ice moves will be your best options,” Gary continued. “But don’t underestimate him. He’s been a Gym Leader for decades. He knows how to counter type advantages.”
“What about afterward?” Andrew asked. “If I beat him, if I get the badge—what happens then?”
Gary was quiet for a moment. “That depends on Giovanni. He might respect your strength and let you go to the League. Or he might see you as too much of a threat to Team Rocket’s operations and act accordingly. Either way, be prepared for anything.”
Andrew nodded, absorbing the weight of what Gary was telling him.
Training Session - Oak’s Research Field
“Before you face Giovanni,” Gary said, leading Andrew outside to the lab’s training field, “I want to see your team in action. Show me what you’ve developed.”
Andrew released his entire team, and they spread across the field.
“Let’s start with Greninja,” Gary said. “I want to see the techniques you’ve been working on.”
Andrew nodded. “Greninja, show Professor Oak what we learned from Master Koga. Stealth mode.”
Greninja seemed to melt into the shadows despite the bright daylight. His form became difficult to focus on, blending with the environment.
“Impressive,” Gary noted. “The ninja training clearly took hold.”
“Now, Shunshin!”
Greninja vanished completely and reappeared twenty feet away in an instant. The speed was incredible.
“That’s the technique you created,” Gary said, fascinated. “Combining Quick Attack with stealth principles. That’s innovative, Andrew.”
“Water Shuriken!”
Greninja formed the signature shuriken on his back and hurled it. The attack struck a training dummy with devastating force.
“Excellent control and power,” Gary observed. “Greninja’s evolution has brought out tremendous potential.”
“Charizard, your turn!” Andrew called.
The dragon roared and took to the air.
“Dragon Dance!”
Charizard performed the ancient ritual, his speed and power increasing visibly.
“Follow up with Dragon Claw!”
Charizard’s claws glowed with draconic energy as he struck a reinforced target. The impact created a small crater.
“You’ve been training that combination,” Gary noted. “Dragon Dance into offensive moves. Smart—it turns Charizard into an escalating threat.”
“And we’ve been working on something else,” Andrew said. “Charizard, Blast Burn!”
Charizard unleashed the devastating fire attack. The explosion was massive, shaking the ground.
“Now, immediately into Flamethrower!”
This was the theory Andrew had discussed with Ash—Blast Burn Cancel. Normally, Blast Burn required a recharge period. But if Charizard could immediately follow up with another move…
Charizard strained, flames erupting from his mouth even as his body tried to lock up from Blast Burn’s recoil. The Flamethrower was weaker than normal, but it fired.
Gary’s eyes widened. “You’re attempting to bypass Blast Burn’s recharge?”
“We’re not there yet,” Andrew admitted. “But we’re getting closer. Eventually, Charizard should be able to chain attacks without the mandatory rest period.”
“That would be revolutionary,” Gary said. “No one’s successfully executed that technique consistently. If you can master it…”
“It’ll give us an edge against powerful opponents,” Andrew finished.
They continued training, with each team member demonstrating their abilities:
Ivysaur showed mastery of Solar Beam and precise Vine Whip control.
Gengar demonstrated the multi-projectile Shadow Ball technique and perfect timing on detonations.
Pikachu executed the Chidori with incredible precision, the spiraling electricity concentrated into a piercing lance.
Gabite was still learning, but showed promise with Dragon Claw and Dig.
After an hour of demonstrations, Gary called them to stop.
“Your team is strong, Andrew. Very strong. You’ve developed custom techniques that give you advantages most trainers don’t have. But Giovanni has decades of experience. Don’t let confidence become overconfidence.”
“I understand,” Andrew said.
Gary placed a hand on his shoulder. “I’m proud of you. When you started this journey, you were talented but inexperienced. Now you’re becoming a trainer who could genuinely compete at the highest levels. Your parents would be incredibly proud.”
Andrew felt emotion well up. “Thank you, Professor.”
That Evening - Dinner at Oak’s Lab
Gary had invited Andrew to stay for dinner, and they sat in the lab’s kitchen area with Andrew’s team resting nearby.
“Tell me about your plans after the League,” Gary said. “Assuming you qualify—which I believe you will—what comes next?”
“I want to challenge all the regional leagues,” Andrew said. “Johto, Hoenn, Sinnoh, Unova, Kalos, Alola, Galar. I want to experience everything, become stronger, and eventually…”
“Return Ash’s hat to him at the World Tournament,” Gary finished with a knowing smile.
“Yeah,” Andrew confirmed, touching the brim of the iconic cap. “That’s the goal.”
“It’s a worthy one,” Gary said. “Ash did the same thing—traveled every region, challenged every league. That journey made him who he is. It’ll do the same for you.”
They ate in comfortable silence for a moment before Gary spoke again.
“Andrew, I need to tell you something. After you defeat Giovanni—and I believe you will—things are going to change. Team Rocket will know you’re a serious threat. They may try to interfere with your League challenge. They may go after your parents to get to you. You need to be prepared for escalation.”
Andrew’s jaw tightened. “I won’t let them hurt my family.”
“Your parents can handle themselves—they were Team Rocket operatives for years. But they need to know the danger. Call them tonight. Warn them.”
Andrew nodded. “I will.”
“And one more thing,” Gary said seriously. “When you face Giovanni, don’t reveal everything your team can do. Hold back some techniques, some strategies. If he reports your full capabilities to Team Rocket’s upper leadership, you lose the element of surprise for future encounters.”
“You think there will be future encounters?”
“I think Team Rocket’s plans are bigger than we know,” Gary said grimly. “Silph Co. was just one piece. The coordination with Team Galactic suggests something larger is brewing. You’ve already made yourself a target by stopping their operations. This won’t end with one gym battle.”
Andrew processed this, the weight of what lay ahead settling on his shoulders.
“But that’s tomorrow’s problem,” Gary said, his tone lightening slightly. “Tonight, rest. Spend time with your team. Tomorrow, you can travel to Viridian City and prepare for the battle.”
Video Call Home - Late Evening
Andrew sat in the guest room Gary had provided, his Pokédex open with a video call connecting.
James and Jessie appeared on screen, Meowth visible behind them.
“Andrew!” Jessie said warmly. “We heard you got your seventh badge! Congratulations!”
“Thanks, Mom,” Andrew said. “But I need to talk to you about something serious.”
Their expressions shifted immediately, recognizing his tone.
“What’s wrong?” James asked.
“My next gym battle is at Viridian City,” Andrew said. “Against Giovanni.”
The color drained from both their faces.
“Giovanni,” Jessie whispered. “He’s still the Gym Leader there?”
“And still leading Team Rocket,” Andrew confirmed. “Professor Oak says I need to warn you—after I battle him, things might escalate. Team Rocket might come after you to get to me.”
James and Jessie exchanged glances, something unspoken passing between them.
“We left Team Rocket years ago,” James said quietly. “But we always knew there might be consequences. Giovanni doesn’t forgive betrayal easily.”
“We can handle ourselves,” Jessie added firmly. “We’ve been preparing for this possibility. But Andrew—you need to be careful. Giovanni is dangerous. Not just as a trainer, but as a person. He’s ruthless.”
“I know,” Andrew said. “But I have to do this. For the badge, and because he needs to be stopped.”
Meowth leaned into frame. “Kid, your old man and I worked for Giovanni for years. He ain’t like the other gym leaders. He don’t just battle—he dominates. And if he sees you as a threat to Team Rocket…”
“I understand the risks,” Andrew said. “But I’m not backing down.”
Jessie smiled, tears in her eyes. “That’s our boy. Just… promise us you’ll be smart about it. Don’t take unnecessary risks.”
“I promise.”
“And Andrew?” James said. “Whatever happens during that battle—we’re proud of you. You’ve become everything we hoped you’d be and more.”
“Thanks, Dad. I love you guys.”
“We love you too,” they said in unison.
After the call ended, Andrew sat with his team, all of them sensing his contemplative mood.
Greninja sat beside him, their bond allowing the water-type to sense his trainer’s mixture of determination and concern.
“Tomorrow we head to Viridian City,” Andrew said to his team. “The day after, we challenge Giovanni for the eighth badge. This is it—the final gym battle before the Pokémon League.”
His team responded with various sounds of determination—Charizard’s roar, Pikachu’s spark, Greninja’s focused nod, Gengar’s mischievous grin, Ivysaur’s confident stance, and Gabite’s growl.
“We’ve trained hard,” Andrew continued. “We’ve grown together. We’ve faced impossible odds and come out stronger. Giovanni is powerful, but we’re ready. We fight together, we trust each other, and we don’t give up. That’s what makes us strong.”
He looked at each of them. “Get some rest tonight. Tomorrow we prepare. And then… we show the leader of Team Rocket what we’re capable of.”
The Next Morning - Departure
Andrew stood outside Professor Oak’s lab, his team ready, his resolve hardened.
Gary walked him to the gate. “Remember everything we discussed. Study that folder. Use type advantages but don’t rely on them exclusively. And most importantly—trust your bonds with your Pokémon. That’s your greatest strength.”
“I will,” Andrew promised.
“And Andrew?” Gary smiled slightly. “Good luck. I’ll be watching the battle—gym battles at this level are recorded. Show everyone what you’re capable of.”
Andrew adjusted Ash’s cap on his head, a reminder of the promise he’d made and the trainer he aspired to become.
“I will. Thank you for everything, Professor.”
He began the walk back toward Viridian City, his final gym challenge waiting.
The storm was coming.
But Andrew was ready to face it.
Meanwhile - Viridian City Gym
Giovanni sat in his private office within the Viridian Gym, reviewing reports on his desk. Photos of Andrew at various gym battles, intelligence reports on his team composition, analyses of his custom techniques.
A knock at the door.
“Enter,” Giovanni said calmly.
A Team Rocket operative entered, bowing. “Sir, our scouts confirm the trainer Andrew is returning to Viridian City. He’ll likely challenge the gym within the next few days.”
“Good,” Giovanni said, studying a photo of Andrew standing with his Greninja. “James and Jessie’s son. The boy who’s disrupted our operations at Silph Co., the Game Corner, and interfered with our arrangement with Team Galactic. He’s proven to be… persistently problematic.”
“Should we eliminate him before he reaches the gym?” the operative asked.
“No,” Giovanni said firmly. “He’s coming for his eighth badge. I’ll give it to him—if he’s strong enough to earn it. I want to see firsthand what makes this boy such a threat to our organization.”
He closed the folder, his expression unreadable. “Prepare the gym battlefield. Full regulations, no interference. I want a legitimate battle.”
“And if he wins?”
Giovanni’s eyes were cold. “Then we’ll know exactly how dangerous he truly is. And we’ll act accordingly. Either way, this meeting will be… enlightening.”
The operative bowed and left.
Giovanni returned to studying Andrew’s file, a slight smile playing at his lips.
“So, Andrew. Son of traitors. Disruptor of operations. Let’s see if you’re truly as formidable as the reports suggest. Or if you’re simply a talented child playing at being a hero.”
He pressed a button on his desk. “Prepare my team. I want them at peak condition. This battle deserves my full attention.”
Outside his window, Viridian City bustled with normal activity, unaware that one of the most significant gym battles in years was about to take place.
The final badge.
The final test.
And afterward, everything would change.

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Andrew stood outside the Viridian Gym, staring up at the imposing building. Unlike the other gyms he’d challenged, this one felt different—darker, more foreboding. The architecture was sharp and angular, designed to intimidate.
His team was with him—Pikachu on his shoulder, the others in their Pokéballs. They’d spent the last three days training, preparing, studying Giovanni’s battle style from the folder Professor Oak had given him.
Ground-types. Overwhelming power. Strategic brutality.
Andrew took a deep breath and pushed open the doors.
Inside Viridian Gym
The interior was stark—industrial lighting, a professional battlefield with reinforced flooring, and stadium seating that was currently empty except for a few gym trainers who served as witnesses and referees.
At the far end of the battlefield stood Giovanni.
He was exactly as Andrew remembered from the Silph Co. broadcast—tall, imposing, wearing an immaculate suit. His expression was calm, calculating, and when his eyes met Andrew’s, there was recognition and assessment.
“Andrew,” Giovanni said, his voice smooth and authoritative. “Son of James and Jessie. The trainer who’s been disrupting Team Rocket operations across Kanto. Welcome to Viridian Gym.”
Andrew walked forward, meeting Giovanni’s gaze steadily. “I’m here to challenge you for the Earth Badge.”
“I assumed as much,” Giovanni replied. “You’ve collected seven badges. This is your final test before the Pokémon League. Tell me—do you know who I am? Beyond the gym leader title?”
Andrew hesitated, then decided honesty was better than pretense. “You’re the leader of Team Rocket.”
Giovanni’s eyebrow raised slightly. “So you know. And yet you still came.”
“I came for the badge I earned,” Andrew said firmly. “And because someone needs to stand up to what Team Rocket does—hurting Pokémon, exploiting people, treating living beings like tools.”
“Noble sentiments,” Giovanni said. “Your parents said similar things when they left my organization. I respected their decision then, and I respect your conviction now. But respect doesn’t mean agreement.” He gestured to the battlefield. “This will be a six-on-six battle. Full intensity. I will not hold back, and I expect the same from you.”
“You’ll get it,” Andrew promised.
The referee—a gym trainer—stepped forward. “This is an official gym challenge! Gym Leader Giovanni versus Challenger Andrew! Six Pokémon each! The battle ends when all of one trainer’s Pokémon are unable to continue! Trainers, send out your first Pokémon!”
Round One: Greninja vs Dugtrio
“Dugtrio, establish dominance,” Giovanni commanded.
The three-headed Ground-type emerged, its heads moving in perfect synchronization.
“Greninja, let’s start this!” Andrew called.
The water-type landed gracefully on the battlefield.
“Dugtrio, Earthquake!”
The entire gym shook violently. Greninja was thrown off balance but managed to stay upright.
“Water Shuriken!”
Greninja formed the shuriken and hurled it—super effective against Ground-types. The attack struck hard, and Dugtrio took significant damage.
“Dugtrio, Dig!”
The Ground-type burrowed underground, disappearing from sight.
“Greninja, listen for movement! Use your ninja training!”
Greninja closed his eyes, sensing vibrations through the ground. When Dugtrio burst from below, Greninja had already moved—using Shunshin to teleport-dodge.
“Water Pulse—into the hole!”
The water attack poured into Dugtrio’s tunnel. Moments later, the Ground-type emerged, soaking wet and weakened.
“Finish it—Water Shuriken!”
The final attack struck. Dugtrio collapsed.
“Dugtrio is unable to battle!”
Giovanni recalled his Pokémon without expression. “Competent. But expected. Let’s see how you handle this. Nidoqueen.”
Round Two: Greninja vs Nidoqueen
The massive Poison-Ground type emerged, towering and intimidating.
“Nidoqueen, Ice Beam!”
Andrew’s eyes widened—Giovanni had coverage moves. The ice attack struck Greninja, dealing heavy damage despite the type disadvantage.
“Greninja, Shunshin!”
Greninja vanished and reappeared behind Nidoqueen.
“Water Shuriken!”
But Nidoqueen was durable. The attack struck, but the Poison-Ground type endured.
“Superpower!”
Nidoqueen’s fighting-type attack caught Greninja hard. The water-type was thrown across the battlefield.
“Greninja!” Andrew called.
His partner struggled to rise, badly hurt.
“One more Water Shuriken—everything you’ve got!”
Greninja formed the shuriken with trembling hands and threw it with all his remaining strength. The attack struck Nidoqueen’s wound from the previous hit.
Both Pokémon collapsed simultaneously.
“Both Pokémon are unable to battle!”
Andrew recalled Greninja. “You were incredible. Rest now.”
Giovanni studied Andrew with increased interest. “Your Greninja’s speed and technique are impressive. You’ve trained well. But durability wins long battles. Nidoking, your turn.”
Round Three: Ivysaur vs Nidoking
“Ivysaur, I need you!”
The Grass-Poison type emerged, ready for battle.
“Nidoking, Megahorn!”
The Bug-type attack—super effective against Grass-types—came fast.
“Dodge with Vine Whip—swing!”
Ivysaur used his vines to vault over the attack.
“Solar Beam—start charging!”
“Nidoking, don’t give him time! Thunder Punch!”
The electric attack struck Ivysaur, interrupting the charge and dealing significant damage.
“Ivysaur, Sludge Bomb!”
The Poison-type attack struck Nidoking, dealing decent damage despite the type resistance.
“Again—Thunder Punch!”
“Vine Whip—grab his arm!”
Ivysaur’s vines wrapped around Nidoking’s punching arm, stopping the attack.
“Now, Solar Beam at point-blank range!”
The grass-type energy gathered and fired directly into Nidoking’s chest. The Poison-Ground type roared in pain and collapsed.
“Nidoking is unable to battle!”
But Ivysaur was badly hurt from the Thunder Punches.
Giovanni sent out his next Pokémon. “Rhyhorn, Rock Blast!”
Multiple rocks launched toward Ivysaur—super effective against Grass-types.
“Ivysaur, try to dodge—”
But Ivysaur was too slow. The rocks struck hard, and the Grass-Poison type went down.
“Ivysaur is unable to battle!”
Andrew recalled him. Three of Giovanni’s Pokémon down, two of Andrew’s.
Round Four: Charizard vs Rhyhorn
“Charizard, you’re up!”
The dragon roared, flames blazing intensely.
“Rhyhorn, Rock Blast!”
“Fly up and counter with Flamethrower!”
Charizard took to the air, avoiding the rocks and unleashing fire. But Rhyhorn’s Rock-Ground typing made it highly resistant to Fire-type moves.
“Rhyhorn, Stone Edge!”
Sharp rocks shot upward toward Charizard—super effective against Flying-types.
“Dodge and use Dragon Claw!”
Charizard weaved through the rocks and dove, his claws glowing with draconic energy. The super-effective attack struck Rhyhorn hard. The Rock-Ground type staggered.
“Dragon Dance!”
Charizard performed the ancient ritual, boosting his speed and attack power.
“Rhyhorn, Earthquake!”
But Charizard was airborne—Earthquake couldn’t reach him.
“Dragon Claw again!”
This time, boosted by Dragon Dance, the attack was devastating. Rhyhorn collapsed.
“Rhyhorn is unable to battle!”
Giovanni’s expression remained calm, but Andrew could see respect in his eyes. “Rhydon, show them evolution’s power.”
Round Five: Charizard vs Rhydon
The evolved form of Rhyhorn emerged—larger, more powerful, with a drill-like horn.
“Rhydon, Stone Edge!”
Sharp rocks launched at incredible speed.
“Dodge and Dragon Claw!”
But Rhydon was faster than its pre-evolution. Some rocks struck Charizard’s wing, damaging it.
“Rhydon, Horn Drill!”
The instant-KO move came fast.
“Charizard, blast it away with Fire Blast!”
The star-shaped fire attack struck Rhydon, pushing it back and preventing Horn Drill from connecting.
“Now, while it’s recovering—Dragon Claw!”
Charizard’s boosted attack struck hard, but Rhydon’s incredible defense absorbed much of the damage.
“Megahorn!”
The Bug-type attack caught Charizard as he tried to retreat. The dragon crashed to the ground hard.
“Charizard!” Andrew called.
His partner struggled to rise, wing damaged, breathing labored.
“One more attack,” Andrew said. “Dragon Claw—give it everything!”
Charizard roared and charged, claws blazing with draconic energy. The attack struck Rhydon with all of Charizard’s remaining strength.
Both Pokémon collapsed.
“Both Pokémon are unable to battle!”
Andrew recalled Charizard, pressing the Pokéball to his chest. “You were amazing.”
Giovanni recalled Rhydon. “Your Charizard’s determination is admirable. But we’re not done yet. Rhyperior—my ace.”
Round Six: Pikachu vs Rhyperior (Brief)
The massive Ground-Rock type emerged—Rhydon’s final evolution, towering and covered in armor-like plating. This was Giovanni’s strongest Pokémon.
“Pikachu, I need you!”
The mouse Pokémon leaped onto the battlefield, electricity crackling.
“Rhyperior, Stone Edge!”
Massive rocks launched toward Pikachu.
“Quick Attack to dodge—then Thunderbolt!”
But Ground-types were immune to Electric-type moves. The electricity dispersed harmlessly.
“Pikachu, Iron Tail!”
The Steel-type move struck Rhyperior, but the massive Pokémon barely felt it.
“Rhyperior, Rock Wrecker!”
The devastating Rock-type attack—Rhyperior’s signature move—launched like a cannon. Pikachu couldn’t dodge in time.
The attack struck with overwhelming force. Pikachu was thrown across the battlefield and crashed down, unconscious.
“Pikachu is unable to battle!”
Andrew recalled his partner, jaw tight. Three Pokémon left against Giovanni’s ace.
Round Seven: Gengar vs Rhyperior
“Gengar, you’re up!”
The ghost-type emerged, grinning mischievously.
“Rhyperior, Stone Edge!”
“Phase through it!”
Gengar became intangible, the rocks passing through harmlessly.
“Shadow Ball barrage!”
Gengar created eight Shadow Balls and fired them simultaneously. The ghost-type attacks struck Rhyperior—Ghost moves were neutrally effective, and the sheer number of projectiles dealt solid damage.
“Rhyperior, Earthquake!”
The ground shook violently. Gengar, being a Ghost-type that floated, was less affected but still took some damage from the shockwave.
“Gengar, Sludge Bomb!”
The Poison-type attack struck, but Rhyperior’s massive bulk absorbed it.
“Rhyperior, Megahorn!”
The Bug-type attack caught Gengar before he could phase out. The ghost-type was struck hard and fell.
“Gengar is unable to battle!”
Andrew recalled him. Two Pokémon left—Gabite and one more that hadn’t battled yet.
Wait. Andrew counted mentally. He’d used Greninja, Ivysaur, Charizard, Pikachu, and Gengar. That was five.
He still had Gabite.
But Gabite was still recovering, still learning to trust battle situations after his trauma with Team Galactic.
Andrew looked at Giovanni, then at Gabite’s Pokéball.
“Gabite,” Andrew said quietly, “I need you. I know you’re scared. I know battles remind you of what Team Galactic did. But I trust you. And I need you to trust me. Can you do this?”
The Pokéball shook slightly in his hand—Gabite responding even from inside.
Andrew threw it. “Gabite, let’s show them what we’re made of!”
Round Eight: Gabite vs Rhyperior
Gabite emerged, and for a moment, Andrew saw fear in his partner’s eyes. The dragon-type looked at the massive Rhyperior and trembled.
“It’s okay, Gabite,” Andrew said gently but firmly. “I’m right here. We’re together. Remember—you’re not alone anymore.”
Gabite looked back at Andrew, and something in the dragon’s expression hardened. He turned to face Rhyperior, fear being replaced by determination.
“Rhyperior, Stone Edge!”
“Gabite, Dig!”
Gabite burrowed underground, the rocks missing. From below, he struck Rhyperior’s legs—super effective Ground-type attack against the Rock-Ground type.
Rhyperior stumbled but didn’t fall.
“Gabite, Dragon Claw!”
Gabite’s claws glowed with draconic energy as he struck. The super-effective attack dealt serious damage.
“Rhyperior, Earthquake!”
The ground shook. Gabite, being a Ground-type himself, resisted the attack partially but still took damage.
“Gabite, you’re doing great! Dragon Claw again!”
Gabite struck again, his confidence growing with each successful attack.
“Rhyperior, Rock Wrecker!”
The massive rock attack launched. Gabite tried to dodge but was caught by the edge of the blast. The dragon-type was thrown backward, badly hurt.
“Gabite!” Andrew called.
The dragon-type struggled to stand. He was exhausted, hurt, but his eyes burned with determination. He’d come too far, trusted too much, to give up now.
And then Gabite’s body began to glow.
Andrew’s eyes widened. “Gabite…?”
The light intensified, enveloping the dragon-type. His form grew larger, more powerful. Wings erupted from his back. When the light faded, Garchomp stood there—a powerful Dragon-Ground type, fully evolved.
“Garchomp!” the newly evolved Pokémon roared, his voice deeper and filled with newfound power.
Giovanni’s eyes widened slightly—the first real surprise Andrew had seen from him.
“Evolution during battle,” Giovanni said. “Your bond with that Garchomp must be incredibly strong for it to overcome its trauma and evolve.”
“We trust each other,” Andrew said simply. “Garchomp, Dragon Claw!”
Garchomp moved with incredible speed—far faster than Gabite had been—and struck Rhyperior with devastating force. The massive Rock-Ground type staggered.
“Rhyperior is recharging from Rock Wrecker! Stone Edge when you can move!”
But Garchomp was relentless. “Dragon Rush!”
Garchomp’s entire body glowed with draconic energy as he charged. The super-effective Dragon-type attack struck Rhyperior with overwhelming force.
The massive Pokémon crashed to the ground and didn’t rise.
“Rhyperior is unable to battle!”
Silence filled the gym.
Giovanni had lost all six of his Pokémon.
Andrew still had Garchomp standing.
The referee raised his flag. “All of Gym Leader Giovanni’s Pokémon are unable to battle! The winner is Challenger Andrew!”
After the Battle
Andrew stood on the battlefield, breathing hard, as Garchomp returned to his side. The dragon-type was exhausted but proud, having overcome both the battle and his own fear.
Giovanni recalled Rhyperior and walked across the battlefield. His expression was unreadable, but when he reached Andrew, he extended his hand.
“That was one of the most impressive battles I’ve had in years,” Giovanni said. “Your team’s strength, your bond with your Pokémon, your tactical adaptability—all exceptional. You’ve earned this.”
He reached into his jacket and produced a badge shaped like a green leaf—the Earth Badge.
Andrew accepted it with trembling hands. Eight badges. All eight Kanto gym badges.
“You’re qualified for the Indigo League,” Giovanni said. “In two months, you’ll face the Elite Four and the Champion. Continue training. You have potential to go far.”
“Thank you,” Andrew said.
Giovanni’s expression became more serious. “But we need to discuss something else. Walk with me.”
He led Andrew to a private office within the gym. Once the door closed, Giovanni’s demeanor shifted slightly.
“You know I lead Team Rocket,” Giovanni said, sitting behind his desk. “And you’ve been a persistent problem for our operations. Silph Co., the Game Corner, the Team Galactic smuggling ring. Each time, you’ve interfered.”
“Because what Team Rocket does is wrong,” Andrew said firmly, standing his ground despite the intimidating presence.
“Perhaps,” Giovanni acknowledged. “But organizations like Team Rocket exist because there’s demand for what we provide. We’re symptoms of larger problems in society.”
“That doesn’t justify hurting Pokémon.”
“No,” Giovanni agreed, surprising Andrew. “It doesn’t. And that’s why I’ve made a decision.”
He stood and walked to the window, looking out at Viridian City.
“Team Rocket, as it currently exists, has become… inefficient. Corrupt. Many of my subordinates have forgotten our original purpose—to provide power to those without it, to challenge systems that oppress the powerless. Instead, they’ve become the oppressors themselves.”
He turned back to Andrew. “Watching you battle today, seeing your conviction, your bond with Pokémon who chose you despite trauma and fear—it reminded me of why I became a trainer in the first place. Before ambition consumed me.”
Giovanni reached into his desk and pulled out a small box.
“I’m disbanding Team Rocket,” he said. “Effective immediately. I’ll dismantle our operations across Kanto and cut ties with organizations like Team Galactic. It won’t happen overnight, but it will happen.”
Andrew’s eyes widened. “You’re… you’re really doing that?”
“Consider it my acknowledgment that you were right,” Giovanni said. “And I was wrong. Your generation—trainers like you who genuinely care about Pokémon as partners—represents the future. My way is the past.”
He opened the box, revealing a small stone that glowed with rainbow light—a Key Stone.
“This is a parting gift,” Giovanni said, handing the box to Andrew. “A Key Stone—necessary for Mega Evolution. I’ve studied the phenomenon extensively. Your Charizard has the potential for Mega Evolution. When you find a Charizardite stone—either X or Y variant—this Key Stone will allow you to unlock that power.”
Andrew accepted the box, stunned. “Why are you giving me this?”
“Because you’ll need every advantage you can get,” Giovanni said seriously. “Team Rocket may be disbanded, but other threats exist. Team Galactic, Team Magma, Team Aqua, Team Plasma—criminal organizations across every region. And some of my former subordinates won’t accept disbandment peacefully. You’ve made yourself a symbol, Andrew. A symbol of what trainers should aspire to be. That makes you a target.”
He placed a hand on Andrew’s shoulder. “Be careful. Train hard. And when you reach the World Tournament someday, remember this moment. Remember that even those who’ve lost their way can find it again when shown the right path.”
Andrew didn’t know what to say. He’d expected a fight, a threat, maybe even violence. Not… this.
“Thank you,” he finally managed. “For the badge. For the Key Stone. And for… changing.”
Giovanni smiled slightly—a real smile, not the calculating expression he’d worn before. “Thank you for showing me I needed to. Now go. You have two months before the Indigo League. Use them wisely.”
That Evening - Video Call with Professor Oak
Andrew sat in his Pokémon Center room, all his team healed and resting. The Earth Badge sat with the other seven in his case. The Key Stone rested in its box on the table.
He called Professor Oak, who answered immediately.
“Andrew! I watched the battle! That was incredible! You actually defeated Giovanni! And Gabite evolved into Garchomp!”
“Yeah,” Andrew said, still processing everything. “But Professor, there’s more. Giovanni… he’s disbanding Team Rocket.”
Gary’s expression shifted from excitement to shock. “He’s what?”
Andrew explained everything—the conversation, the decision, the Key Stone.
Gary sat back in his chair, stunned. “I never thought… Giovanni disbanding Team Rocket voluntarily. Andrew, do you understand what this means? You didn’t just win a gym badge. You may have changed the course of Kanto’s entire criminal landscape.”
“I know it sounds crazy, but I believe he meant it,” Andrew said.
“I do too,” Gary replied. “Giovanni is many things, but he’s not a liar. If he said he’s disbanding Team Rocket, he’ll do it.” He paused. “But he’s right about one thing—his subordinates won’t all accept this peacefully. You need to be careful.”
“I know,” Andrew said. “Which is why I want to tell you about my plan for the next two months.”
Gary leaned forward, listening intently.
“I’m going to Mt. Silver,” Andrew said.
Gary’s eyes widened. “Mt. Silver? Andrew, that’s one of the most dangerous mountains in Kanto. The peak is freezing, the wild Pokémon are incredibly powerful, and trainers have gotten seriously hurt there.”
“I know,” Andrew said. “But I also know it’s where the strongest trainers go to push themselves to their absolute limits. I have eight badges, but that’s not enough for the Elite Four. I need to become stronger. My team needs to become stronger. And Mt. Silver is where I can do that.”
“Two months of isolated training,” Gary said slowly. “Andrew, that’s… intense. Are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” Andrew said firmly. “My team is strong, but we need to be stronger. I need to master these custom techniques completely. Charizard needs to perfect the Blast Burn Cancel. Greninja and I need to push toward the Bond Phenomenon. Garchomp needs to learn to control his new power. Two months of focused, intense training is exactly what we need.”
Gary was quiet for a long moment. “If anyone can do it, it’s you. But promise me—check in regularly. I want to know you’re alive and safe.”
“I promise,” Andrew said. “And Professor… don’t tell anyone where I’m going. Not my parents, not my friends. I don’t want anyone worrying or trying to follow me. This is something I need to do.”
“Understood,” Gary said. “When do you leave?”
“Tomorrow morning.”
“Then rest tonight. Mt. Silver will test you like nothing else has. But I believe in you, Andrew. You and your team have already accomplished the impossible. You can do this too.”
After the call ended, Andrew looked at his team, all of them gathered around him.
“Tomorrow, we head to Mt. Silver,” he said. “Two months of the hardest training we’ve ever done. It’s going to be brutal. Freezing cold, dangerous wild Pokémon, isolation. But when we come down from that mountain, we’ll be ready for anything the Elite Four can throw at us.”
His team responded with sounds of determination. They’d come this far together. They’d go further still.
Andrew touched the brim of Ash’s cap, making a silent promise: I’m getting closer. Just a little more.
Eight badges earned. Two months of training ahead. Then the Indigo League.
The journey continued.
And Andrew was ready to face whatever came next.
The Next Morning - Departing for Mt. Silver
Andrew stood at the edge of Viridian City, his backpack loaded with supplies for two months of isolated training. His team was with him, ready for the challenge ahead.
He looked back at the city one last time, then turned toward the distant mountains where Mt. Silver waited.
No turning back now.
Only forward.
Meanwhile - Team Rocket Headquarters
In a darkened conference room, several Team Rocket admins and executives gathered, watching a recorded message from Giovanni.
His face appeared on screen, his expression serious and final.
“Effective immediately, Team Rocket is disbanded. All operations are to cease. All facilities are to be closed in an orderly fashion. All Pokémon obtained through illegal means are to be released or surrendered to proper authorities. This organization no longer serves its original purpose. It ends here.”
The message ended.
Silence filled the room.
Then one admin—a woman with cold eyes—spoke up.
“Giovanni has gone soft. But Team Rocket’s mission doesn’t end just because he says so. We’ll continue our work. In the shadows if necessary. And that boy—Andrew—he’s the reason for this. He turned Giovanni against us.”
“What do you propose?” another asked.
“We wait. We rebuild quietly. And when the time is right, we remind the world why Team Rocket was feared. Starting with James and Jessie’s son.”
The others nodded in agreement.
Giovanni might have disbanded Team Rocket officially. But some of its members had no intention of stopping.
The storm wasn’t over.
It was only beginning.

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Mt. Silver - Day 1
The base of Mt. Silver was already cold. Andrew stood at the trail's beginning, looking up at the snow-covered peaks that disappeared into clouds. This was it—two months of the most intense training of his life.
"Alright, team," Andrew said, releasing all his Pokémon. "This mountain is where legends train. Ash Ketchum trained here. Red trained here. Now it's our turn."
Pikachu, Charizard, Ivysaur, Gengar, Greninja, and Garchomp all stood ready, sensing the challenge ahead.
"We're going to push ourselves harder than ever before," Andrew continued. "The wild Pokémon here are incredibly powerful. The weather is brutal. There's no backup, no easy way down. But when we come down from this mountain in two months, we'll be ready for anything the Elite Four can throw at us."
He adjusted his backpack and started climbing. "Let's go."
Week 1 - Adaptation and Survival
The first week was about survival and adaptation.
Temperature Training: The cold was intense, especially as they climbed higher. Andrew trained his team to battle in freezing conditions, learning to compensate for ice on the ground, reduced visibility in snowstorms, and the physical drain of fighting in extreme cold.
Wild Pokémon Encounters: The Pokémon on Mt. Silver were no joke—powerful Ursaring, aggressive Donphan, territorial Tyranitar. Every encounter was a test, forcing Andrew's team to work together and adapt quickly.
Reaction Time Drills: Andrew set up a training regimen focused on split-second decision making. He'd throw rocks from random directions, release sudden attacks, create unpredictable scenarios. His team learned to react instantly, without hesitation.
Pikachu practiced dodging while maintaining Chidori charge.
Charizard learned to change direction mid-flight at a moment's notice.
Ivysaur worked on redirecting Solar Beam mid-charge.
Gengar practiced phasing reflexively when threatened.
Greninja refined his Shunshin to react to attacks he couldn't see coming.
Garchomp, still adjusting to his evolved form, focused on controlling his newfound speed and power.
Week 2-3 - Specialized Training
Greninja's Development
Andrew noticed Greninja naturally taking high-ground positions during battles, preferring to strike from elevated positions with precision.
"You're thinking like a sniper," Andrew observed one day as Greninja perched on a cliff edge, watching wild Pokémon below.
An idea formed—combining Greninja's ninja training with ranged precision attacks.
"Greninja, we're going to develop a new technique. I want you to learn Psychock—a psychic attack that manifests as physical force. Combined with your ninja training, you'll be able to strike opponents from long range before they even know you're there."
Training began. Psychock was a TM move—Andrew had purchased the Technical Machine with savings from his journey. Greninja learned the move quickly, his intelligence and adaptability shining through.
But Andrew wanted more than just the basic move.
"Use Smokescreen first," Andrew instructed during a training session against a wild Graveler. "Create cover, reposition using Shunshin, then strike with Psychock from a completely different angle."
Greninja executed perfectly. Smokescreen filled the area. The Graveler searched for its opponent. Then—WHAM—Psychock struck from behind, the psychic-physical attack hitting with devastating precision.
The Graveler never saw it coming.
Over the following weeks, Greninja perfected this technique—becoming a ghost on the battlefield, striking from impossible angles with Psychock, using Smokescreen to mask his movements and create confusion.
"You're not just a ninja anymore," Andrew said proudly. "You're an assassin. A phantom striker."
Gengar's Poison Mastery
Gengar had always been mischievous and tactical. Andrew decided to lean into the ghost-type's Poison typing more heavily.
"Gengar, we're going to make you a battlefield controller. I want you to learn Toxic and Toxic Spikes."
Both were TM moves Andrew had acquired. Toxic inflicted severe poisoning that worsened over time. Toxic Spikes could be scattered across the battlefield, poisoning any grounded opponent that entered.
But Andrew took it further.
"Combine them with your Shadow Ball technique," he explained. "Set up Toxic Spikes while your opponent is distracted by your multi-projectile attacks. Use Toxic when they're locked down and can't escape. Control the battlefield—make it so dangerous that your opponent has nowhere safe to stand."
Gengar took to this strategy eagerly, his mischievous nature perfectly suited to turning battlefields into death traps.
In one training session against a wild Machamp, Gengar demonstrated the full technique:
1. Shadow Ball barrage to force the Machamp into a defensive position
2. Toxic Spikes scattered across the battlefield while the Fighting-type was distracted
3. Hypnosis to slow the opponent
4. Toxic to inflict worsening poison
5. More Shadow Balls to finish the badly weakened opponent
"Perfect," Andrew said. "You're not just attacking anymore—you're making the entire battlefield work against your opponent."
Garchomp's Speed and Power
Garchomp was Andrew's newest team member and still adjusting to his evolved form. The dragon-type had incredible potential but needed to learn control.
"You're naturally fast and powerful," Andrew told Garchomp. "But we need to refine that. I want you to be able to launch rapid-fire attacks so quickly that opponents can't counter. Speed and aggression combined."
Training focused on:
Attack Chains: Dragon Claw → Dragon Rush → Dig → Dragon Claw. Garchomp practiced flowing from one attack directly into the next without pause, creating relentless pressure.
Reaction Speed: Andrew would have other team members attack Garchomp from random angles. The dragon-type had to dodge or counter instantly, training his reflexes to match his natural speed.
Precision Strikes: Using Dragon Claw repeatedly on small, specific targets—learning to hit vital points consistently even while moving at full speed.
After weeks of training, Garchomp could launch five Dragon Claw attacks in the time most Pokémon could execute two. His reaction time became sharp enough to dodge attacks he'd only seen from peripheral vision.
"You're becoming a whirlwind," Andrew said, watching Garchomp decimate a training dummy with a blur of attacks. "Fast, powerful, and relentless."
Week 4-5 - Team Coordination
With individual training progressing, Andrew shifted focus to team coordination and reaction time across all members.
Multi-Opponent Drills: Andrew's team would split into groups and battle each other in rotating combinations, forcing them to adapt to different partners and learn each other's fighting styles intimately.
Reaction Chain Training: Andrew created scenarios where split-second reactions determined victory:
• Pikachu fires Thunderbolt
• Opponent dodges
• Greninja must Psychock the dodge location before opponent can land
• Garchomp must follow up with Dragon Rush if Psychock misses
• All within two seconds
The team drilled these coordination sequences hundreds of times until reactions became instinctual.
Environmental Adaptation: They trained in blizzards, on ice, in complete darkness, during avalanches. Every condition the mountain could throw at them became a training opportunity.
One particularly brutal training session involved battling wild Pokémon during a whiteout blizzard where visibility was near zero. Andrew's team had to fight purely by sound, instinct, and trust in each other's positions.
They won. Barely. But they won.
Week 6-7 - Pushing Limits
Charizard's Blast Burn Mastery
Charizard had been working on the Blast Burn Cancel technique since before Mt. Silver, but here, with time and intensity, they finally made breakthrough progress.
"The key is energy management," Andrew theorized, studying his notes. "Blast Burn's recharge is because it expends all your fire energy at once. But if you can reserve just enough energy during the attack to immediately channel another move…"
Day after day, Charizard practiced. Blast Burn, then try to move. Blast Burn, then try to attack. Blast Burn, then fight through the recoil.
It was exhausting. Charizard pushed himself to the edge of collapse repeatedly.
But slowly, progress came.
First, Charizard could move his wings slightly during recharge.
Then, he could lift himself off the ground.
Then, he could breathe a small Ember during recharge.
By week seven, Charizard could follow Blast Burn with a weakened Flamethrower—not full power, but functional.
"We're getting there," Andrew said, hugging his partner after a successful execution. "A few more weeks and you'll have it mastered."
Ivysaur's Defensive Training
Ivysaur focused on durability and recovery. As a Grass-type, he was vulnerable to Fire, Flying, Ice, Poison, and Bug attacks—more weaknesses than most of the team. But he was also the team's tank and support.
Training emphasized:
Synthesis timing - healing during brief openings in battle
Leech Seed precision - hitting fast-moving targets consistently
Grassy Terrain control - creating environmental advantages
By week seven, Ivysaur could maintain battlefield control even when heavily pressured, using Leech Seed to drain opponents while healing with Synthesis, creating a war of attrition he almost always won.
Pikachu's Chidori Evolution
Pikachu's signature technique continued evolving. The Chidori had always been powerful, but Andrew wanted to push it further.
"What if you could charge it faster?" Andrew asked. "What if you could fire it from range instead of just close combat?"
They experimented. Pikachu learned to quick-charge Chidori for rapid successive uses. He practiced launching the piercing electricity as a projectile rather than only a melee attack.
The ranged version was weaker but could strike from distance. The melee version remained devastating.
"You're giving them no safe distance," Andrew said. "Close range or far—they're in danger either way."
Week 8 - The Summit
By week eight, Andrew and his team had climbed to Mt. Silver's peak—the highest, coldest, most dangerous area of the mountain.
Here, the wild Pokémon were legendary-tier strong. Here, the air was so thin that just breathing was difficult. Here, every moment was a test of will.
Andrew set up camp in a cave near the peak, his team huddled together for warmth. Charizard's flame became their lifeline, keeping them from freezing.
"One more month," Andrew said, looking at his exhausted but determined team. "We've come so far. You're all so much stronger than when we started. But we can't stop now. The Elite Four won't care that we trained hard. They'll only care if we're strong enough to win."
His team responded with sounds of determination despite their exhaustion.
They'd push for one more month. Whatever it took.
Final Month - Refinement and Mastery
The last four weeks were about perfecting everything they'd learned and pushing beyond previous limits.
Reaction time drills became second nature. The team could now coordinate attacks with split-second precision, responding to threats they couldn't even see, trusting their instincts and each other completely.
Greninja's sniper style was perfected. He could use Smokescreen to create confusion, Shunshin to reposition instantly, and Psychock to strike with devastating accuracy from any angle. Opponents never knew where he'd attack from next.
Gengar's battlefield control became art. Toxic Spikes, Toxic, Shadow Ball barrages, Hypnosis—every move worked together to transform the battlefield into a nightmare for opponents.
Garchomp's relentless assault was refined. The dragon-type could now launch attack chains so fast and varied that defending against him was nearly impossible. Dragon Claw into Dragon Rush into Dig into Earthquake into Dragon Claw—all in seconds.
Charizard's Blast Burn Cancel reached 70% reliability. Not perfect, but functional. In seven out of ten attempts, he could follow Blast Burn with another attack immediately, eliminating the technique's main weakness.
Ivysaur's tanking ability reached the point where he could hold off two powerful opponents simultaneously through Leech Seed draining and Synthesis healing.
Pikachu's Chidori could now be executed in three variations—quick-charge melee for close combat, full-power melee for maximum damage, and ranged projectile for distance strikes.
Andrew himself had changed too. Two months of survival training, constant battles, and pushing his limits had transformed him. He was leaner, stronger, his reaction time as sharp as his Pokémon's. He could read battles with incredible speed, making tactical decisions in fractions of seconds.
His bond with his team had deepened to levels he'd never imagined. Especially with Greninja—there were moments during training where Andrew could sense what Greninja was thinking before the water-type even moved. The foundation of the Bond Phenomenon was solidifying.
Day 60 - Descending the Mountain
On the final day of the two-month training period, Andrew stood at Mt. Silver's peak one last time, looking out at the world below.
"We came up here as strong trainers," Andrew said to his team. "We're leaving as something more. The Elite Four won't know what hit them."
The descent took two days. When Andrew finally reached the mountain's base, he barely recognized the trainer he'd been two months ago. That Andrew had been talented but inexperienced at this level of intensity.
This Andrew was ready for war.
Pokémon Center - First Contact with Civilization
Andrew walked into the nearest Pokémon Center, looking weathered from two months on the mountain. Nurse Joy's eyes widened when she saw him.
"Are you alright? You look like you've been through a battle!"
"Two months of training," Andrew said, handing over his Pokéballs. "On Mt. Silver."
Nurse Joy's expression shifted to respect. "Mt. Silver? For two months? That's… that's what Champions do."
While his team healed, Andrew checked his messages. Dozens from Professor Oak, several from his parents, a few from Adrian and Penny.
He called Gary first.
"Andrew!" Gary's face appeared, relief evident. "You're alive! You actually survived two months on Mt. Silver!"
"Barely," Andrew admitted with a tired smile. "But we did it. Professor, my team is… they're on a completely different level now."
"I believe it," Gary said. "The Indigo League preliminaries start in three days. You're cutting it close."
"I'll be there," Andrew promised. "How many trainers qualified?"
"Sixty-four trainers with eight badges are competing in the preliminaries. It's a bracket tournament. Winners advance to face the Elite Four. You'll need to win five matches to qualify for the Elite Four challenge."
"Five matches," Andrew repeated. "We can do that."
"I know you can," Gary said. "Get some rest. Eat real food. And Andrew? Welcome back."
Three Days Later - Indigo Plateau
The Indigo Plateau was massive—a complex built into a mountainside, featuring multiple battle stadiums, training facilities, and lodging for competing trainers.
Andrew stood in the main arena, looking up at the stadium that would host preliminary matches. Sixty-four trainers gathered, all wearing their eight badges with pride.
A League official stepped forward to address them.
"Congratulations on earning your eight badges. But badges alone don't grant entry to challenge the Elite Four. You must prove you're among the best. This tournament will determine the top trainers worthy of facing our Elite Four."
A massive display showed the tournament bracket—sixty-four trainers paired in first-round matches.
Andrew found his name: Andrew vs. Marcus - Stadium 3 - Tomorrow, 10 AM
He studied the bracket, noting other names. Adrian Oak was there—his rival from the start of the journey. Penny hadn't qualified, focusing on her Performer career instead.
This was it. The real test.
Tournament - Round 1: Andrew vs. Marcus
Marcus was a confident trainer from Cinnabar Island, specializing in mixed-type teams with an emphasis on speed.
The referee raised his flags. "This is a three-on-three battle! Begin!"
"Go, Jolteon!"
"Greninja, you're up!"
The Electric-type was fast—very fast. But Greninja was faster and far more tactical.
"Jolteon, Thunderbolt!"
"Smokescreen!"
Greninja filled the battlefield with smoke. Jolteon's electricity struck empty air.
"Greninja, Shunshin to high ground!"
The water-type vanished and reappeared on the stadium's elevated platform structure.
"Now, Psychock!"
The psychic-physical attack struck Jolteon from above before the Electric-type even realized Greninja had repositioned. The Electric-type collapsed from the surprise attack.
"Jolteon is unable to battle!"
Marcus's second Pokémon was Fearow, a Flying-type. But Greninja's ranged Psychock picked it off before it could close distance.
His third was Arcanine, a powerful Fire-type.
"Arcanine, Extreme Speed!"
The legendary Pokémon moved with incredible velocity, but Greninja's reaction time—honed from two months on Mt. Silver—let him Shunshin-dodge at the last instant.
"Water Shuriken!"
The super-effective attack struck Arcanine hard. The Fire-type went down.
"All of Challenger Marcus's Pokémon are unable to battle! Winner: Andrew!"
The entire match lasted less than five minutes. The crowd murmured—they'd just watched something special.
Tournament - Round 2: Andrew vs. Sarah
Sarah from Celadon City used Grass and Bug types. Charizard swept her entire team in seven minutes with Fire-type attacks and Dragon Claw.
Tournament - Round 3: Andrew vs. David
David from Fuchsia City was tougher, using Poison-types with strategic depth. But Gengar's battlefield control—Toxic Spikes covering the arena, Toxic inflicted on his Pokémon, Shadow Ball barrages—overwhelmed David's team through attrition.
Tournament - Round 4: Andrew vs. Adrian Oak
The semi-finals. Andrew's rival from the beginning of the journey.
They stood across from each other in the main stadium, broadcast across Kanto.
"Been a while," Adrian said with a competitive grin. "I've got six badges. Didn't quite make all eight before the deadline. But I've been training hard. I want to see how much stronger you've gotten."
"You'll see," Andrew promised.
"This is a six-on-six battle!" the referee announced. "Begin!"
The battle was intense. Adrian's Ivysaur had evolved into Venusaur. His team had grown significantly.
But Andrew's two months on Mt. Silver had created a gap that was impossible to close in that timeframe.
Greninja's sniper tactics picked off Adrian's Pokémon from impossible angles.
Garchomp's relentless speed overwhelmed opponents before they could mount offense.
Gengar turned the battlefield into a toxic nightmare.
When the dust settled, Andrew had won 6-3. Adrian had taken down three of Andrew's Pokémon—respectable, but not enough.
They shook hands afterward, mutual respect evident.
"You trained somewhere intense," Adrian observed. "Your team moves differently. Faster. Sharper."
"Mt. Silver," Andrew admitted. "Two months."
Adrian's eyes widened. "Mt. Silver? For two months? No wonder. That's… that's Champion-level training, Andrew."
"Thanks for the battle," Andrew said. "You'll get there too. Keep training."
"I will," Adrian promised. "And next time we battle, I'll win."
Tournament Finals: Andrew vs. Katherine
Katherine from Saffron City had made it to the finals using Psychic and Dark types with incredible synergy. She was skilled, experienced, and had a reputation for tactical brilliance.
The final match was six-on-six, broadcast worldwide.
It was the hardest battle of the tournament. Katherine's Alakazam nearly took down three of Andrew's Pokémon alone. Her Umbreon used stalling tactics that pushed Ivysaur to his absolute limits.
But Andrew's training showed. Every Pokémon responded to threats with split-second precision. Garchomp's rapid attack chains broke through defensive strategies. Pikachu's varied Chidori techniques gave him answers to every situation.
In the end, Andrew's Charizard faced Katherine's ace—a powerful Metagross.
"Charizard, Blast Burn!"
The devastating attack struck Metagross hard but didn't knock it out. Charizard began to lock up from recoil—
"Now, Flamethrower!"
Charizard fought through the recoil, channeling fire energy immediately. The Blast Burn Cancel worked. The follow-up Flamethrower struck Metagross before it could recover, and the Steel-Psychic type fell.
"Metagross is unable to battle! The winner is Andrew!"
The stadium erupted in cheers. Andrew had won the preliminary tournament. He was qualified to challenge the Elite Four.
That Evening - Celebration and Preparation
Andrew sat in his assigned room at the Indigo Plateau facility, his eight badges laid out alongside the tournament trophy. His team rested, all healed and recovered.
Tomorrow, he would face the Elite Four. Four of the strongest trainers in Kanto, followed by the Champion.
His Pokédex chimed. Multiple messages came through now that he was back in civilization:
From Ash: "Saw the finals. That Blast Burn Cancel was incredible. You're ready, Andrew. Good luck with the Elite Four."
From his parents: "We're so proud of you! Watching the tournament on TV. You've come so far. We love you!"
From Gary: "Congratulations on qualifying. Rest tonight. Tomorrow you face Lorelei. Ice-types. Study your notes. You can do this."
Andrew smiled, touching Ash's cap on his head.
Eight badges. Tournament victory. Two months of brutal training.
Tomorrow, the Elite Four.
And then… the Champion.
The final test awaited.

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Andrew stood before the massive doors leading to the Elite Four chambers. Behind those doors waited four of the strongest trainers in Kanto, each a master of their type specialty.
His team was healed, rested, and ready. Two months of Mt. Silver training had transformed them into a force to be reckoned with. The preliminary tournament had proven that.
But the Elite Four was a different level entirely.
Professor Oak had sent him detailed notes on each member:
Lorelei - Ice-type specialist. Precise, calculating, elegant in battle.
Bruno - Fighting-type master. Overwhelming physical power and fighting spirit.
Agatha - Ghost-type expert. Tactical genius who specialized in status conditions and mind games.
Lance - Dragon-type master and the strongest of the four.
Andrew took a deep breath, touched Ash's cap on his head, and pushed open the doors.
Elite Four Chamber One: Lorelei
The first chamber was frigid—ice crystals covered the walls, and the battlefield was a frozen arena designed to give Ice-types every advantage.
At the far end stood Lorelei—an elegant woman with glasses and icy blue hair, wearing professional attire that somehow made her look more intimidating rather than less.
"Welcome, challenger," Lorelei said, her voice cool and measured. "I am Lorelei, first of the Elite Four. You've come far to reach this chamber, but your journey ends here if you cannot overcome the cold precision of Ice-types."
"I'm Andrew from Pallet Town," he replied, meeting her gaze steadily. "And I'm ready."
"We shall see. This will be a five-on-five battle. Once a Pokémon is defeated, it cannot return. Are you prepared?"
"I am."
The referee—an official League judge—raised his flags. "Elite Four Member Lorelei versus Challenger Andrew! Five Pokémon each! Begin!"
Round One: Venusaur vs Dewgong
"Dewgong, grace the battlefield!" Lorelei called.
The Water-Ice type emerged, elegant and powerful.
"Venusaur, you're up!"
Andrew's fully evolved Grass-Poison type landed on the icy battlefield with a heavy thud, his massive flower blooming on his back.
"Dewgong, Ice Beam!"
A beam of freezing energy shot toward Venusaur—super effective against Grass-types.
"Dodge and Solar Beam!"
Venusaur narrowly avoided the Ice Beam and began gathering solar energy. But in this frozen chamber, with limited light, the charge took longer than usual.
"Dewgong, Aqua Ring, then Ice Shard!"
Dewgong surrounded itself with healing water, then launched rapid ice projectiles.
"Vine Whip to deflect!"
Venusaur's thick vines knocked away most of the Ice Shards, but a few struck through.
"Solar Beam—fire!"
The grass-type energy finally released, striking Dewgong with devastating force. The Water-Ice type took massive damage from the super-effective attack.
"Dewgong, Blizzard!"
A massive ice storm filled the arena.
"Synthesis to heal through it!"
Venusaur began absorbing what little light existed, healing as the Blizzard raged. The Ice-type attack hurt, but the healing kept Venusaur in the fight.
"Again—Solar Beam!"
Another super-effective blast. Dewgong collapsed, unable to continue.
"Dewgong is unable to battle!"
One down.
Round Two: Venusaur vs Cloyster
"Cloyster, defensive formation!"
The Water-Ice type emerged, its incredibly high defense making it a fortress.
"Cloyster, Icicle Spear!"
Multiple ice spears launched toward Venusaur.
"Solar Beam through them!"
The grass-type energy burned through the ice and struck Cloyster. Even with its massive defense, the super-effective attack dealt significant damage.
"Cloyster, Ice Beam!"
"Vine Whip—pull yourself aside!"
Venusaur used his thick vines to yank himself out of the Ice Beam's path at the last second.
"Solar Beam again!"
Another super-effective hit. Cloyster's shell cracked, and the Water-Ice type fainted.
"Cloyster is unable to battle!"
Two down. Venusaur was holding strong despite the Ice-type attacks.
Round Three: Venusaur vs Jynx
"Jynx, show them psychic power!"
The Ice-Psychic type emerged, swaying hypnotically.
"Jynx, Psychic!"
Psychic energy lifted Venusaur into the air—super effective against Poison-types.
"Venusaur, break free with Solar Beam!"
Venusaur fought through the psychic hold and fired. The grass-type attack struck Jynx hard.
"Jynx, Ice Beam!"
"Solar Beam to intercept!"
The two attacks collided. Ice and grass energy exploded, and both Pokémon were thrown backward.
Both struggled to rise—both exhausted from the exchange.
"One more time, Venusaur! Solar Beam!"
"Jynx, Psychic!"
The attacks launched simultaneously. Solar Beam struck Jynx. Psychic hit Venusaur.
Both Pokémon collapsed.
"Both Pokémon are unable to battle!"
Andrew recalled Venusaur. "You were incredible. Three of her Pokémon down. Rest now."
Round Four: Pikachu vs Lapras
"Lapras, show them true Ice-type mastery!"
The Water-Ice type emerged—elegant, powerful, and Lorelei's signature Pokémon.
"Pikachu, let's finish this!"
The Electric-type landed on the ice, sparking with electricity.
"Lapras, Surf!"
A massive wave of water rose across the battlefield.
"Pikachu, Thunderbolt into the wave!"
Electricity surged into the water, electrifying it. The water struck Pikachu, but the electrical current also damaged Lapras—super effective.
"Lapras, Ice Beam!"
"Quick Attack to dodge—then Chidori!"
Pikachu vanished in a blur, the Ice Beam missing. He reappeared beside Lapras, electricity spiraling intensely in his paws.
The piercing electrical attack struck Lapras directly—super effective against Water-types.
"Lapras, Blizzard!"
The ice storm engulfed the battlefield. Pikachu was caught in it, taking heavy damage from the super-effective Ice-type move.
"Pikachu, Thunderbolt—full power!"
Electricity arced through the blizzard, striking Lapras. The Water-Ice type was badly hurt now.
"One more Chidori!"
Pikachu charged again, the spiraling electricity concentrated into that piercing lance. He struck Lapras with devastating precision.
The Water-Ice type collapsed.
"Lapras is unable to battle!"
Round Five: Pikachu vs Piloswine
"Piloswine, my final stand!"
The Ice-Ground type emerged—massive and intimidating.
"Piloswine, Earthquake!"
The ground shook violently. Pikachu took massive damage from the super-effective Ground-type move.
"Pikachu, Thunderbolt!"
But Ground-types were immune to Electric attacks. The electricity dispersed harmlessly.
"Pikachu, Iron Tail!"
Pikachu's tail glowed metallic as he struck—super effective against Ice-types.
"Piloswine, Ice Fang!"
The massive Pokémon bit down on Pikachu with freezing fangs. The Electric-type cried out in pain.
"Pikachu!" Andrew called. "One more Iron Tail—you can do this!"
Pikachu, badly hurt and struggling, channeled his remaining strength into his tail. The metallic attack glowed brighter than ever.
He struck Piloswine with everything he had.
The Ice-Ground type collapsed.
"Piloswine is unable to battle! The winner is Challenger Andrew!"
Pikachu collapsed immediately after, completely exhausted but victorious.
Andrew rushed onto the battlefield and carefully picked up his partner. "You were amazing. Rest now."
After the Battle
Lorelei walked across the frozen battlefield, her expression showing respect.
"You defeated me," she said simply. "Your Venusaur's Solar Beam mastery and your Pikachu's determination overcame my Ice-types. That's the first time in months someone has beaten me."
"Thank you for the battle," Andrew said sincerely.
"The next chamber awaits," Lorelei said. "Bruno's Fighting-types will test you differently. Physical power and overwhelming offense. Be prepared."
She gestured to a door that opened on the far side of the chamber.
"Good luck, Andrew. You'll need it."
Elite Four Chamber Two: Bruno
The second chamber was stark—a martial arts dojo design with training equipment visible around the edges. The battlefield was simple packed earth, designed for close-quarters combat.
Bruno stood at the far end—a muscular man with a serious expression, wearing martial arts clothing.
"Welcome, challenger," Bruno's voice was deep and powerful. "I am Bruno. My Pokémon and I have trained our bodies and spirits to their limits. Show me if you have the strength to overcome true Fighting-type mastery!"
"I'm ready," Andrew said, releasing Garchomp and Charizard's Pokéballs. These two would be his primary fighters here.
"Five-on-five! Begin!"
Round One: Garchomp vs Onix
"Onix, establish dominance!"
The Rock-Ground type emerged—Bruno's Onix was clearly trained for combat, not just defense.
"Garchomp, Dragon Rush!"
The Dragon-Ground type charged with incredible speed, draconic energy enveloping him.
"Onix, Iron Tail!"
The attacks collided with tremendous force. Both Pokémon were pushed back.
"Garchomp, Dig!"
Garchomp burrowed underground instantly.
"Onix, Earthquake!"
The ground shook, but Garchomp burst from below before the Earthquake reached full power, striking Onix's underside—a weak point.
"Dragon Claw—rapid fire!"
Garchomp unleashed the attack chain he'd perfected on Mt. Silver. Dragon Claw after Dragon Claw, striking so fast Onix couldn't counter.
The Rock-Ground type collapsed under the relentless assault.
"Onix is unable to battle!"
Round Two: Garchomp vs Hitmonchan
"Hitmonchan, show them the noble art!"
The Fighting-type emerged, fists ready.
"Hitmonchan, Mach Punch!"
The priority move struck Garchomp before he could react—super effective.
"Garchomp, Dragon Claw!"
Garchomp's attack struck back, but Fighting-types resisted Dragon-type moves.
"Hitmonchan, Sky Uppercut!"
Another super-effective Fighting-type move struck Garchomp hard.
"Garchomp, Earthquake!"
The ground shook violently. Hitmonchan took massive damage.
"Hitmonchan, Close Combat!"
"Garchomp, Dragon Rush through it!"
Both attacks collided. When the dust cleared, both Pokémon were down.
"Both Pokémon are unable to battle!"
Andrew recalled Garchomp. "You took down two. Well done."
Round Three: Charizard vs Hitmonlee
"Charizard, you're up!"
The dragon roared, flames blazing.
"Hitmonlee, Hi Jump Kick!"
The Fighting-type launched with incredible power—super effective against Flying-types like Charizard.
"Dodge and Dragon Claw!"
Charizard barely evaded the devastating kick and struck back with draconic claws.
"Hitmonlee, Blaze Kick!"
"Counter with Flamethrower!"
Fire met fire, the two attacks canceling out.
"Charizard, Dragon Dance!"
Charizard performed the ancient ritual, boosting speed and attack.
"Hitmonlee, Mega Kick!"
"Dodge—you're faster now! Dragon Claw!"
The boosted Charizard moved with incredible speed, avoiding the kick and striking hard.
"Again! Dragon Claw!"
Another boosted attack. Hitmonlee couldn't keep up with Charizard's increased speed and fell.
"Hitmonlee is unable to battle!"
Round Four: Charizard vs Machamp
"Machamp, my pride and power!"
The four-armed Fighting-type emerged, intimidating and powerful.
"Machamp, Dynamic Punch!"
A devastating Fighting-type attack—super effective and causing confusion if it hit.
"Charizard, fly up!"
Charizard took to the air, avoiding the punch.
"Blast Burn!"
The devastating Fire-type attack struck Machamp hard. But Fighting-types were durable—Machamp endured.
"Machamp, Stone Edge!"
Rocks shot upward—super effective against Flying-types.
"Dodge and Flamethrower!"
Charizard weaved through the rocks and breathed fire. Machamp was hurt but kept fighting.
"Machamp, Cross Chop!"
"Charizard, Blast Burn Cancel into Dragon Claw!"
Charizard unleashed Blast Burn, then immediately followed with Dragon Claw—the technique finally working at full effectiveness. Machamp took both attacks and collapsed.
"Machamp is unable to battle!"
Round Five: Charizard vs Machoke
Bruno's final Pokémon was another Fighting-type, but clearly powerful.
"Machoke, Revenge!"
The more damage Machoke took, the stronger this move became.
"Charizard, stay airborne! Flamethrower!"
Fire rained from above. Machoke endured, the Revenge power building.
"Machoke, Stone Edge!"
Rocks launched upward, striking Charizard's wing. The dragon faltered.
"Charizard, one more Blast Burn!"
The devastating attack struck Machoke directly. The Fighting-type collapsed before it could use Revenge.
"Machoke is unable to battle! The winner is Challenger Andrew!"
After Bruno's Battle
Bruno approached, his expression showing respect and approval.
"Your Garchomp's speed and your Charizard's power—both exceptional. You've trained them well. You have the strength to continue."
He gestured to the next door.
"Agatha awaits. Her Ghost-types are tricky. Don't rely only on power—you'll need strategy."
Elite Four Chamber Three: Agatha
The third chamber was dark and eerie—the battlefield surrounded by shadows, with an unsettling atmosphere.
Agatha stood at the far end—an elderly woman with a wicked grin and sharp eyes.
"Well, well," Agatha cackled. "A young trainer who's made it this far. Let's see if you can handle a real battle. My Ghost-types will show you the meaning of fear!"
Andrew released Greninja and Gengar—his Ghost and Dark-type specialists.
"Five-on-five! Let the haunting begin!"
Round One: Gengar vs Golbat
"Golbat, drain them dry!"
The Poison-Flying type emerged.
"Gengar, Toxic Spikes!"
Poisoned spikes scattered across the battlefield.
"Golbat, Air Slash!"
"Shadow Ball!"
The ghost-type attack struck Golbat hard, but the Poison-Flying type endured.
"Golbat, Leech Life!"
"Phase out!"
Gengar became intangible, the draining attack passing through.
"Shadow Ball barrage!"
Multiple Shadow Balls struck Golbat from different angles. The Poison-Flying type fell.
"Golbat is unable to battle!"
Round Two: Gengar vs Haunter
A Ghost-type mirror match.
"Haunter, Hypnosis!"
"Gengar, Hypnosis!"
Both Ghost-types attempted sleep. Gengar was faster—Haunter fell asleep.
"Shadow Ball while it sleeps!"
The attack struck the defenseless Haunter. When it woke, it was already badly hurt.
"Haunter, Dream Eater!"
But Gengar wasn't asleep. The move failed.
"Toxic!"
The severe poisoning inflicted on Haunter worsened rapidly. The ghost-type fainted from poison damage.
"Haunter is unable to battle!"
Round Three: Gengar vs Arbok
"Arbok, constrict!"
The Poison-type emerged.
But Arbok immediately took damage from the Toxic Spikes Gengar had laid earlier.
"Arbok, Earthquake!"
Gengar, floating, was less affected but still took damage.
"Gengar, Sludge Bomb!"
Poison against Poison—neutrally effective. But combined with the Toxic Spikes poison, Arbok was suffering.
"Arbok, Gunk Shot!"
"Shadow Ball!"
Both attacks struck. But Arbok was badly poisoned. The poison damage finished it off.
"Arbok is unable to battle!"
Round Four: Greninja vs Gengar (Agatha's)
Agatha sent out her own Gengar—clearly her ace.
"Greninja, you're up!"
"Gengar, Shadow Ball!"
"Smokescreen!"
Greninja filled the battlefield with smoke. Agatha's Gengar couldn't see clearly.
"Greninja, Shunshin to reposition!"
The water-type vanished from one location and appeared elsewhere.
"Psychock!"
The psychic-physical attack struck Gengar from an unexpected angle—super effective against Poison-types.
"Gengar, Sludge Bomb!"
But Greninja had already moved again, the attack hitting empty smoke.
"Psychock again!"
Another super-effective hit from a different angle.
"Gengar, Clear Smog!"
The move cleared the smoke, revealing the battlefield—but Greninja was already behind Agatha's Gengar.
"Water Shuriken!"
The super-effective Water-type attack struck. Agatha's Gengar fell.
"Gengar is unable to battle!"
Round Five: Greninja vs Crobat
"Crobat, my final stand!"
The Poison-Flying type emerged, incredibly fast.
"Crobat, Air Slash!"
"Shunshin dodge!"
Greninja flickered out of existence and reappeared elsewhere.
"Psychock!"
The psychic-physical attack struck—super effective against Poison-types.
"Crobat, Brave Bird!"
The Flying-type suicide move charged with incredible power.
"Greninja, Water Shuriken!"
The water attack struck Crobat mid-charge. The Poison-Flying type's attack weakened, and when it struck Greninja, both Pokémon took damage.
But Greninja endured. Crobat did not.
"Crobat is unable to battle! The winner is Challenger Andrew!"
After Agatha's Battle
Agatha cackled with genuine amusement.
"You're good, boy. Really good. That Greninja's tactics—fighting like a true phantom. And your Gengar's battlefield control. You understand Ghost-types."
She pointed to the final door.
"Lance waits beyond. The Dragon Master. He's the strongest of us. But you… you might just have what it takes. Show him the power of your bonds!"
Elite Four Chamber Four: Lance
The final chamber was majestic—designed like a dragon's lair, with a massive battlefield and decorative dragon motifs everywhere.
Lance stood at the far end—a man with red hair wearing a cape, radiating authority and power.
"Welcome, challenger," Lance's voice carried absolute confidence. "I am Lance, master of Dragon-types and final member of the Elite Four. You've defeated Lorelei, Bruno, and Agatha. Impressive. But Dragon-types are the ultimate Pokémon. Show me if you can overcome their legendary power!"
Andrew assessed his remaining team. He'd used Venusaur and Pikachu against Lorelei. Garchomp and Charizard against Bruno. Greninja and Gengar against Agatha.
All six of his Pokémon were tired from previous battles but still ready to fight.
This would be his toughest challenge yet.
"Five-on-five!" Lance declared. "Let the dragons soar!"

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Elite Four Chamber Four: Lance - Dragon Master and Champion
The final chamber was majestic—designed like a dragon’s lair, with massive decorative dragons and a battlefield that seemed to pulse with draconic energy.
Lance stood at the far end, his red hair and cape making him unmistakable. But something was different about this chamber—it was grander, more imposing than the previous three.
“Welcome, challenger,” Lance’s voice carried absolute authority. “I am Lance—final member of the Elite Four and Champion of Kanto. You’ve defeated Lorelei, Bruno, and Agatha. Impressive. But I stand as both your final obstacle and your ultimate test.”
Andrew’s eyes widened slightly. Lance was both? That meant…
“This is a special battle,” Lance continued. “Six-on-six, full intensity. If you defeat me, you become Champion. There is no one beyond me. I am the peak of Kanto’s strength. Show me if you’re worthy!”
Andrew’s team was exhausted from three consecutive Elite Four battles, but they were ready. This was everything—the final battle for the Championship.
“Six-on-six!” the referee announced. “Champion Lance versus Challenger Andrew! Begin!”
Round One: Pikachu vs Gyarados
“Gyarados, draconic fury!”
The massive Water-Flying type emerged, roaring with intimidating presence.
“Pikachu, let’s start strong!”
The Electric-type landed on the battlefield, sparking with electricity despite his exhaustion from previous battles.
“Gyarados, Dragon Dance!”
The serpentine Pokémon performed the ancient ritual, boosting attack and speed.
“Pikachu, Thunderbolt before it finishes!”
Electricity arced toward Gyarados—super effective against Water-Flying types. The attack struck hard, but Gyarados completed the Dragon Dance despite the damage.
“Gyarados, Waterfall!”
The massive Pokémon charged forward, water energy swirling.
“Pikachu, Quick Attack to evade—then Chidori!”
Pikachu dodged the Waterfall and countered with his signature piercing electric attack. The spiraling electricity struck Gyarados directly, dealing massive super-effective damage.
“Gyarados, Aqua Tail!”
Water wrapped around Gyarados’s tail as it swung.
“Pikachu, Thunderbolt!”
Another super-effective electric attack. Gyarados, despite its boosted stats and impressive bulk, couldn’t withstand the repeated super-effective hits from Pikachu.
The Water-Flying type collapsed.
“Gyarados is unable to battle!”
But Pikachu was breathing heavily, tired from three Elite Four battles already.
Round Two: Pikachu vs Aerodactyl
“Aerodactyl, ancient terror!”
The Rock-Flying type emerged, prehistoric and fierce.
“Aerodactyl, Rock Slide!”
Rocks fell toward Pikachu—super effective against Flying-types. Wait, no—Pikachu is Electric, not Flying. The rocks fell, dealing normal damage.
“Pikachu, dodge and Thunderbolt!”
Pikachu evaded most rocks and fired back. The Electric-type attack struck Aerodactyl—super effective against Flying-types.
“Aerodactyl, Crunch!”
The Dark-type move shot forward. Pikachu tried to dodge but was too tired. The attack connected, and Pikachu collapsed.
“Pikachu is unable to battle!”
Andrew recalled his partner. “You took down Gyarados after everything you’d been through. Rest well.”
One down each.
Round Three: Gengar vs Aerodactyl
“Gengar, your turn!”
The Ghost-type emerged, grinning despite exhaustion.
“Aerodactyl, Crunch!”
The Dark-type move—super effective against Ghost-types.
“Gengar, phase out!”
Gengar became intangible at the last second.
“Shadow Ball!”
The ghost-type attack struck Aerodactyl hard.
“Aerodactyl, Ancient Power!”
Rock-type energy launched.
“Gengar, Toxic!”
The severe poison inflicted on Aerodactyl began working immediately. Between the Shadow Ball damage and the worsening poison, Aerodactyl collapsed.
“Aerodactyl is unable to battle!”
Two down for Lance. One down for Andrew.
Round Four: Gengar vs Dragonite
“Dragonite, show them true dragon power!”
Lance’s signature Pokémon emerged—powerful, majestic, and clearly his ace.
“Dragonite, Dragon Rush!”
The Dragon-Flying type charged with devastating speed and power.
“Gengar, phase—”
But Dragonite was too fast and too powerful. The attack struck before Gengar could fully phase, dealing massive damage.
Gengar, already weakened from previous battles, collapsed.
“Gengar is unable to battle!”
Two down each.
Round Five: Greninja vs Dragonite
“Greninja, we need you!”
The water-type landed gracefully, immediately activating his ninja instincts.
“Dragonite, Dragon Dance!”
“Greninja, don’t let it set up! Water Shuriken!”
Multiple water shurikens struck Dragonite mid-dance, interrupting the stat boost.
“Dragonite, Thunder Punch!”
Electric energy crackled around Dragonite’s fist—super effective against Water-types.
“Smokescreen!”
Greninja filled the battlefield with smoke. The Thunder Punch missed.
“Greninja, Shunshin to high ground!”
The water-type flickered and appeared on an elevated platform structure.
“Psychock from range!”
The psychic-physical attack struck Dragonite from an unexpected angle.
“Dragonite, Hyper Beam!”
The devastating Normal-type attack blasted through the smoke toward where Greninja had been—but the water-type had already moved again.
“Water Pulse while it’s recharging!”
The water attack struck Dragonite hard.
“Dragonite, Dragon Claw!”
The dragon recovered and struck with glowing claws, catching Greninja as he repositioned.
“Greninja, Water Shuriken—full power!”
Multiple shurikens struck Dragonite at point-blank range. The Dragon-Flying type roared and collapsed.
“Dragonite is unable to battle!”
But Greninja was badly hurt from the Dragon Claw, breathing heavily.
Three down for Lance. Two down for Andrew.
Round Six: Greninja vs Kingdra
“Kingdra, aquatic dragon!”
The Water-Dragon type emerged—Lance’s secret weapon.
“Kingdra, Hydro Pump!”
A massive torrent of water blasted toward Greninja—super effective against Water-types? No, Water is not super effective against Water. But it was still a powerful attack.
“Greninja, dodge with Shunshin!”
Greninja barely flickered away from the attack.
“Kingdra, Dragon Pulse!”
Dragon-type energy erupted.
“Greninja, counter with Water Pulse!”
Both attacks collided and exploded.
“Kingdra, Ice Beam!”
The Ice-type attack—super effective against Water-types—struck Greninja directly.
The water-type collapsed.
“Greninja is unable to battle!”
Three down each.
Round Seven: Charizard vs Kingdra
“Charizard, we need you!”
The dragon roared, flames blazing despite exhaustion from the Bruno battle.
“Kingdra, Hydro Pump!”
A massive water attack—super effective against Fire-types.
“Charizard, fly up!”
Charizard took to the air, barely avoiding the devastating attack.
“Dragon Dance!”
Charizard performed the ancient ritual, boosting stats.
“Kingdra, Ice Beam!”
The Ice-type attack struck Charizard’s wing—super effective against Flying-types. Charizard faltered but stayed airborne.
“Dragon Claw!”
Charizard dove with glowing claws. The attack struck Kingdra solidly.
“Kingdra, Dragon Pulse!”
“Charizard, Dragon Pulse!”
Both dragon energies collided, creating a massive explosion.
When the smoke cleared, both Pokémon were breathing heavily, both badly hurt.
“Kingdra, Hydro Pump!”
“Charizard, Blast Burn!”
Water and fire collided in a tremendous explosion that shook the entire chamber.
Both Pokémon collapsed simultaneously.
“Both Pokémon are unable to battle!”
Four down each. Two Pokémon remaining on both sides.
Round Eight: Garchomp vs Dragonair
“Garchomp, let’s go!”
The Dragon-Ground type landed heavily, tired from the Bruno battle but ready.
“Dragonair, graceful power!”
The serpentine Dragon-type emerged, elegant but fierce.
“Dragonair, Dragon Dance!”
“Garchomp, Dragon Rush to interrupt!”
Garchomp charged, but Dragonair was faster and completed the stat boost.
“Dragonair, Ice Beam!”
Ice-type energy—super effective against Dragon-types and against Ground-types. Doubly super effective!
The attack struck Garchomp with devastating force. The Dragon-Ground type took massive damage.
“Garchomp, Earthquake!”
The ground shook violently. Dragonair, being a serpentine Pokémon on the ground, took full damage.
“Garchomp, Dragon Claw—rapid fire!”
Despite being badly hurt, Garchomp unleashed his Mt. Silver training. Dragon Claw after Dragon Claw, striking with relentless speed.
“Dragonair, Aqua Tail!”
Water energy struck Garchomp.
“Garchomp, one more Dragon Claw!”
Garchomp struck with everything he had left. Dragonair collapsed from the accumulated damage.
But Garchomp also fell, too injured to continue.
“Both Pokémon are unable to battle!”
Five down each. One Pokémon remaining on both sides.
Everything came down to this final round.
Final Round: Venusaur vs Dragonite (Lance’s Second)
Andrew released his final Pokémon.
“Venusaur, everything depends on you!”
The massive Grass-Poison type emerged, flower blooming majestically.
Lance released his final Pokéball.
“Dragonite, my original partner—show them why dragons are legendary!”
Another Dragonite emerged—slightly smaller than Lance’s ace but clearly just as experienced. This was Lance’s first Pokémon, his original partner from his journey’s beginning.
The entire stadium fell silent. This was it.
“Dragonite, Dragon Dance!”
“Venusaur, Solar Beam!”
Venusaur began gathering energy, but Dragonite completed Dragon Dance before the attack could fire.
The Solar Beam struck—super effective against Dragon-types? No, Grass is not very effective against Dragon-types. But it still dealt solid damage.
“Dragonite, Dragon Claw!”
The boosted attack struck Venusaur hard.
“Venusaur, Synthesis!”
Venusaur healed, but not back to full strength—the previous Elite Four battles had taken their toll.
“Dragonite, Thunder Punch!”
Electric energy struck—but Venusaur resisted it as a Grass-type.
“Venusaur, Sludge Bomb!”
The Poison-type attack struck Dragonite. Not super effective, but decent damage.
“Dragonite, Dragon Dance again!”
Dragonite boosted its stats a second time, becoming incredibly fast and powerful.
“Venusaur, you have to hit now! Solar Beam!”
Venusaur gathered energy and fired. The grass-type attack struck Dragonite, but the dragon endured.
“Dragonite, Outrage!”
The powerful Dragon-type move—Dragonite went into a rampage, attacking with devastating force.
The attack struck Venusaur hard. The Grass-Poison type was badly hurt.
“Venusaur, hang on! One more Solar Beam!”
Venusaur gathered energy desperately as Dragonite’s Outrage continued, the dragon charging again.
“Fire!”
The Solar Beam released just as Outrage struck Venusaur.
Both attacks connected.
Time seemed to slow.
Venusaur collapsed from Outrage’s damage.
Dragonite swayed from the Solar Beam’s impact…
And fell.
Both Pokémon hit the ground.
Silence.
The referee stared, checking both Pokémon carefully.
Venusaur’s eyes were closed. Dragonite’s eyes were closed.
Both unconscious.
Then—Venusaur’s eyes opened slightly. Just barely. The Grass-Poison type was conscious by the thinnest margin.
Dragonite remained unconscious.
The referee raised his flag toward Andrew.
“Dragonite is unable to battle! Venusaur is barely able to continue! The winner is Challenger Andrew!”
The Moment of Victory
For a moment, Andrew couldn’t process it. Then reality crashed over him.
He’d won.
He’d defeated Lance.
He’d become Champion.
Andrew rushed onto the battlefield, kneeling beside Venusaur, who was barely conscious.
“You did it,” Andrew whispered, tears forming. “You held on. You won. I’m so proud of you.”
Venusaur made a weak sound before his eyes closed—not unconscious, just utterly exhausted.
Lance crossed the battlefield, recalling his Dragonite with a smile.
“That was one of the greatest battles I’ve ever fought,” Lance said, extending his hand. “Your Venusaur’s determination at the end—refusing to fall—that’s the mark of a true Champion’s Pokémon. Congratulations, Andrew. You’ve earned this.”
Andrew shook his hand, still processing everything.
“You pushed us to our absolute limits,” Andrew said. “Thank you for the battle.”
Lance smiled. “The title of Champion is yours now. Use it well.”
Championship Ceremony
The stadium filled with people as news spread—Kanto had a new Champion.
Professor Oak was there, beaming with pride. “Andrew, you’ve accomplished something incredible. Youngest Champion in Kanto history.”
James and Jessie appeared via video call, both crying happy tears. “Our boy is a Champion!” Jessie sobbed. “We’re so proud!”
Andrew stood on the Champion’s podium, his six Pokémon beside him (all healed now).
Pikachu on his shoulder.
Charizard standing tall.
Venusaur, the hero of the final battle.
Gengar floating mischievously.
Greninja standing like a sentinel.
Garchomp radiating quiet power.
The crowd cheered as Lance placed the Champion’s cape on Andrew’s shoulders—a tradition passed from one Champion to the next.
“You are now Champion of Kanto,” Lance declared officially. “Defend this title with honor.”
Andrew looked out at the crowd, overwhelmed with emotion.
He’d come from another world with knowledge of games and anime.
He’d trained harder than he’d ever thought possible.
He’d formed bonds with Pokémon that transcended mere partnership.
And now he stood as Champion.
But as Andrew touched Ash’s cap still on his head beneath the Champion’s crown, he knew this wasn’t the end.
I’m Champion of one region, Andrew thought. But Ash is World Monarch. I still have so far to go.
One Week Later - A Message
Andrew sat in his new Champion’s office at Indigo Plateau when his Pokédex chimed.
A message from Ash Ketchum:
“Congratulations, Champion Andrew. I watched the entire battle with Lance. That final Venusaur vs Dragonite clash—that was legendary. You’ve earned the right to wear that hat. But don’t get comfortable. Being Champion of one region is just the first step. Johto, Hoenn, Sinnoh, and beyond are waiting. When you’re ready to challenge the World Tournament, I’ll be waiting. Keep growing stronger. – Ash”
Andrew smiled, typing a response:
“Thank you for believing in me. I’ll continue training, continue growing. One day, I’ll return this hat to you—as your equal. That’s a promise. – Andrew”
He stood, walking to the window overlooking Kanto.
Champion of this region. But the world was vast.
Seven more regions to explore. Seven more leagues to challenge.
And eventually, the World Tournament where the strongest trainers from every region competed.
That’s where Ash waited.
“Ready for the next adventure?” Andrew asked his team, all resting around the office.
They responded with sounds of determination.
The journey was far from over.
Johto awaited.
And Andrew, Champion of Kanto, was ready to prove himself all over again.

Chapter Text

Indigo Plateau - Champion’s Office (Two Weeks After Victory)
Andrew sat at his desk, staring at the official League documentation in front of him. The words seemed surreal even after two weeks:
Champion Andrew of Kanto - Official Registry
But there was a problem. Being Champion meant defending the title, staying at Indigo Plateau, handling challengers. It meant responsibility and duty.
It also meant his journey would end.
Andrew was only starting his adventure. He’d always planned to travel to every region, challenge every league, grow stronger with his team. Becoming Champion of Kanto at his age was incredible—but it also threatened to trap him here.
He’d voiced these concerns to Professor Oak, who’d smiled knowingly.
“There’s precedent for this,” Gary had explained. “When trainers become Champion but wish to continue their journeys, they can appoint an Acting Champion to hold the title and defend it in their stead. The official Champion retains the title and all honors, but they’re free to travel.”
“Who would even agree to that?” Andrew had asked.
Gary had pulled up a video call, and Lance’s face had appeared.
“I would,” Lance had said simply. “Andrew, you earned that title fair and square. But you’re young, you have your whole journey ahead of you. I’ll serve as Acting Champion—defend the title, handle challengers, maintain the League’s standards. When you’re ready to return and hold the title yourself, it’ll be waiting for you.”
And so it was decided.
The Announcement
The Pokémon League held a press conference to explain the arrangement.
Lance stood beside Andrew as the announcement was made:
“Champion Andrew of Kanto will be embarking on a journey across all regions to challenge their respective leagues. During his absence, I will serve as Acting Champion, defending Kanto’s title and handling all challengers. Andrew retains his official Champion status and all honors associated with it.”
Reporters had shouted questions:
“Isn’t this unprecedented?”
Lance had answered calmly: “It’s rare, but not unprecedented. Several Champions throughout history have made similar arrangements. Champion Steven of Hoenn traveled extensively while Wallace served as Acting Champion. Champion Cynthia of Sinnoh maintained research projects while her Elite Four handled daily duties. This is within League regulations.”
“Will you challenge other region’s leagues?”
Andrew had stepped forward: “Yes. I want to experience every region, face every challenge, and grow stronger with my team. Being Kanto’s Champion is an incredible honor, but my journey is just beginning.”
The press conference had ended with mixed reactions, but the League had approved it.
Andrew was free to travel. Lance would hold the fort.
The Champions’ Group Chat
Three days before Andrew was scheduled to depart for Johto, his Pokédex chimed with an unusual notification:
You have been added to: World Champions Network
Andrew opened the app, eyes widening at the member list:
• Ash Ketchum (World Monarch)
• Lance (Kanto - Acting Champion)
• Andrew (Kanto - Official Champion)
• Steven Stone (Hoenn Champion)
• Cynthia (Sinnoh Champion)
• Alder (Unova Champion)
• Diantha (Kalos Champion)
• Kukui (Alola - Professor, former Champion)
• Leon (Galar Champion)
A message appeared immediately:
Ash: Welcome to the group, Andrew! Lance told us about your appointment. Congratulations on becoming Kanto’s youngest Champion!
Cynthia: Impressive work defeating Lance. I look forward to meeting you when you reach Sinnoh.
Steven: A Champion who wants to keep journeying? I respect that. If you come to Hoenn, look me up. I’d love a battle.
Leon: Kanto’s new Champion! That’s brilliant! When you get to Galar, we’ll have to have a proper Champion vs Champion match!
Diantha: Welcome, Andrew. The path of a Champion is never easy, but you’ve proven yourself worthy.
Andrew stared at his Pokédex, overwhelmed. The strongest trainers in the world—the Champions of every major region—were all in one group chat. And he was among them.
He typed carefully:
Andrew: Thank you all. I’m honored to be here. I know I’m the youngest and least experienced, but I promise to keep growing stronger. I hope to battle all of you someday.
Ash: That’s the spirit! Keep that determination. And Andrew—keep that hat safe. It’s more than just a hat now. It’s a promise between us.
Lance: Andrew will be traveling to Johto first. Take care of him if your paths cross.
Kukui: Alola’s always got room for Champions. Stop by sometime, yeah?
Andrew couldn’t help but smile. These were legends—trainers he’d watched in his previous life (well, some of them), trainers who were living legends in this world. And now he was talking to them as an equal.
Well, almost an equal. He still had a lot of growing to do.
Departure Day - The Journey to Johto Begins
Andrew stood at the docks in Vermilion City, his team with him, ready to board the ship to Johto.
His parents had come to see him off.
“You’re a Champion now,” James said, pride evident in his voice. “But you’re still our son. Be careful out there.”
“Call us regularly,” Jessie added, hugging him tightly. “And don’t forget—you can always come home if you need to.”
“I will,” Andrew promised. “I love you both.”
Meowth hopped onto Andrew’s shoulder briefly. “You’ve come a long way from that kid who caught a Pichu gnawing on power cables. We’re proud of ya.”
Professor Oak was there as well, handing Andrew a package.
“Research data on Johto Pokémon,” Gary explained. “And a letter of introduction to Professor Elm in New Bark Town. He’s expecting you.”
“Thank you, Professor. For everything.”
“Keep growing, Andrew. Keep pushing your limits. And remember—being Champion isn’t about the title. It’s about the bonds you forge and the example you set.”
Andrew boarded the ship, waving to everyone as it pulled away from the dock.
Kanto grew smaller in the distance. Johto awaited ahead.
This was it. The next stage of his journey.
Mid-Journey - The Ocean Route
The ship voyage to Johto took three days. Andrew spent the time training with his team on the ship’s deck, reviewing information about Johto’s gym leaders, and occasionally checking the Champions’ group chat.
Steven: I’m in Rustboro today giving a geology lecture. Anyone want to grab dinner?
Cynthia: I’m in Sinnoh doing ruins research. Can’t make it. But send photos of the rock formations!
Leon: Training for an exhibition match next week. Wish me luck!
Ash: Good luck, Leon. Make it a great battle!
Andrew smiled, reading the casual conversations between these legendary trainers. They weren’t just Champions—they were people with hobbies, interests, and friendships.
He typed:
Andrew: Currently on a ship to Johto. Three days at sea. My Charizard keeps trying to race the ship by flying alongside it.
Lance: Sounds about right. Charizard are competitive by nature.
Ash: My Charizard used to do the same thing! Is yours winning?
Andrew: Sometimes. The ship captain is not amused.
Steven: Wait until you get a Metagross. They try to calculate the optimal flight path and get annoyed when Charizard ignores mathematics.
The conversation continued, and Andrew felt more welcomed into this group with each exchange.
The Second Day - Something Strange
Andrew was training on the deck when the sky suddenly changed.
The clear blue ocean sky became… distorted. Colors swirled, reality seeming to ripple like water.
His Pokémon immediately went on alert. Pikachu sparked. Charizard roared. Venusaur planted himself defensively.
Then, from the center of the distortion, a small figure emerged.
Andrew’s breath caught.
He recognized this Pokémon immediately from his previous life’s knowledge—a small, green, fairy-like creature with blue eyes and antennae.
Celebi. The Time Travel Pokémon.
“Celebi?” Andrew whispered.
The Mythical Pokémon floated toward him, making soft musical sounds. It circled Andrew once, twice, then touched his forehead with one tiny hand.
Images flooded Andrew’s mind:
Ash, younger, in a region Andrew recognized as Hoenn.
A crisis. Something going wrong.
A need for help.
And Andrew, somehow, being the one who could provide it.
“You want me to… go back in time?” Andrew asked, not quite believing what he was understanding. “To help Ash in the past?”
Celebi chimed affirmatively.
“But I’m Champion now. I have responsibilities. And time travel—that’s dangerous, isn’t it? Changing the past could—”
Celebi shook its head. No changes. Just help. Then return.
Andrew looked at his team. “What do you guys think?”
Pikachu sparked agreement. Charizard roared his willingness. Venusaur, Gengar, Greninja, and Garchomp all showed they’d follow Andrew anywhere.
“Alright,” Andrew said, taking a deep breath. “If Ash needs help, and you’re asking me specifically… I’ll do it.”
Celebi’s eyes glowed brightly. The distortion in the sky intensified, becoming a swirling vortex of colors and light.
Andrew recalled his team except for Pikachu, who clung to his shoulder.
“Here we go,” Andrew muttered.
Celebi grabbed Andrew’s hand, and they flew into the vortex.
Reality twisted. Time folded. Colors blurred.
Andrew felt himself being pulled through something impossible—not just space, but time itself.
Landing - Hoenn Region (Years in the Past)
Andrew crashed onto solid ground, disoriented and dizzy. Pikachu shook his head, equally confused.
When Andrew’s vision cleared, he found himself in a forest he didn’t recognize. The trees were different from Kanto’s forests—tropical, with different Pokémon calls echoing through the canopy.
Celebi floated beside him, gesturing urgently in a specific direction.
“That way?” Andrew asked. “That’s where Ash needs help?”
Celebi nodded.
Andrew stood, brushing himself off. He was wearing his Champion’s cape still, and Ash’s cap on his head beneath the Champion’s crown.
“Alright. Lead the way.”
As he followed Celebi through the Hoenn forest, Andrew’s mind raced.
He was in the past. In Hoenn. About to help a younger Ash Ketchum with something.
This was insane.
But also… incredible.
I’m about to meet Ash when he was younger, Andrew realized. Before he became World Monarch. When he was still on his journey.
From his previous life, Andrew remembered the Hoenn saga—Ash traveling with Brock and May, encountering Team Magma and Team Aqua, the crisis with Groudon and Kyogre.
Whatever Celebi was bringing him to help with, it was clearly important.
Andrew adjusted his cape and followed the Mythical Pokémon deeper into the forest.
The adventure was taking an unexpected turn.
But Andrew was ready for it.
Meanwhile - Present Day, Champions’ Group Chat
Lance: Has anyone heard from Andrew? He was supposed to check in when his ship reached Johto, but he hasn’t responded.
Ash: That’s strange. He was pretty good about staying in contact.
Cynthia: Could be a communication issue at sea. Give it another day before worrying.
Steven: I’ll have some contacts in Hoenn keep an eye out. If his ship docks in Slateport for any reason, I’ll know.
Lance: Thanks. Let me know if anyone hears from him.
None of them knew that Andrew was currently years in the past, walking through a Hoenn forest, about to intersect with history itself.
To Be Continued…

A/N

I just want to explain a few things
For his champion cloak it’s designed to look like Naruto sage cloak

And I wanted to add a group thing because why. Not
Andrew will be catching more Pokemon
Instead of Roating his team he shall be able to hold up to 9 Pokemon thanks to the champion status and Garry removing his Limit

What Pokemon should he catch in jhoto