His journey is over. At the young age of nineteen, Ash has done it all. He is the very best, like nobody ever was. Eight regions conquered and explored, championships lost and won, and the grandest title of them all.
Finally, A Pokemon Master.
On...
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A/N: Sup. It's been awhile. Been busy with school and work. It feels good to write again.
This chapter is very lore and plot heavy. I need to build this world before I break it down, so i hope you guys can stick with me. I'm rewriting and changing old stories, as well as fitting in mysteries that may confuse you at first. Hell there's even a battle.
I promise things will unravel with time.
Also, separate plot points will converge soon. Very soon. You'll see what I mean.
For now, I hope you enjoy.
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Galar.
Wyndon City.
One Year Ago.
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"Cynthia, are you busy right now?"
His voice called out through the darkness, calling her name. Almost immediately, her attention was dragged away from the social media feed that she had been scrolling through. "Pardon?"
Across the table from her directly, Ash sat. His face was in distress.
"Is something wrong, Ash?"
"Yes! Erm,.. well technically, no." Ash leaned back in his chair and exasperated dramatically. He tossed his arms up into the air and groaned. "I have to say, it kind of feels like the end of the world though."
He was wearing a bright white sweatshirt with a small pokeball design near the top left of his chest. In his right hand, he clutched a pencil, and she eyed smudge marks dusting his face and palm. "Ah, I see what your issue is."
Cynthia stood up from her seat. She could already see where this was going.
"Haha... yeah. This is the most awful thing I have ever gone through."
Slowly, the blonde woman made her way around the large table."Ash, homework isn't the end of the world. Nor is it nearly as bad. I figure you of all people would know that."
Ash sighed and dropped his head onto the hardwood. The words that followed came out muffled, "I can't even tell you how many times I've almost seen the world end. And I'm telling you, this is so much worse." His voice was whining, but it didn't particularly annoy her. Nothing he did ever seemed to. Despite the fact until a couple weeks ago, he was literally still a child. She could see that it was coming from a place of not only discontent but playfulness.
She's figured him out over the last couple months. He was too proud to ask for her help directly and was trying to find a way to get her to offer it instead.
Ever since becoming the monarch, Ash had been giving a load of extra responsibilities. Considering he was still legally underadge when he first won the title, the table of champions had collectively decided to split his workload between the seven of them and help the newcomer bare his responsibility properly. Ever since, they have been slowly integrating him into the workflow. Despite this, the boy has found himself drowning in the paper work. Even with the lightened workload he was struggling to keep up.
