Austin, a die-hard Pokémon fan, is disenchanted with the series' direction post-Sinnoh. After a typical late-night binge-watch, he drifts off to sleep, only to wake up in an unimaginable reality: he is Ash Ketchum, and today is the morning his legen...
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Austin raised an eyebrow as he read the passage in the camping guidebook. It wasn't the usual stuff about setting up a tent or cooking over a fire—it was something he hadn't thought much about: clothing. The book emphasized how easily overlooked the right attire could be for trainers, especially those who traveled through different regions to sharpen their skills.
But what really caught his eye was the part about the gym circuit. It hit hard.
Approximately 80% of novice trainers fail against the first gym leader.
Austin paused, letting the weight of that statistic sink in. Eighty percent. That wasn't just a number; it was reality. And he'd felt it firsthand when he faced Brock. Brock wasn't the pushover you saw in the anime. No, the real Brock was tough—like, break-you-twice tough. And the idea that most trainers didn't even get past him made sense now.
He shuddered at the memory of that battle. Without all the prep and scouting he'd done beforehand, he would've been just another rookie crushed by Brock's Onix.
Just as Austin was lost in his thoughts, a familiar sound cut through the quiet.
"Eevee! Vee!"
Austin glanced down and saw his Eevee, gnawing at its paw, looking totally annoyed. What now? He set the book aside and knelt down to check on his partner. Eevee's little paw was raised, showing off his cute little toe beans, but the fur around them was too long, clearly irritating the pads.
"Ah, I see what's going on," Austin muttered, inspecting the paw closer. The fur had grown out too much, and it was bothering him. He reached into his grooming kit, the one he'd painstakingly organized—because, let's face it, he had a thing for being prepared—and pulled out a small trimmer.
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Vee's eyes followed Austin's movements, his gaze shifting between the trimmer and his trainer, and Austin could see the nervousness creeping in. Don't worry, buddy, I got you. He gave Eevee a reassuring smile.
"This'll be quick and easy, Vee," Austin promised, turning on the trimmer. The soft buzz filled the air as he carefully took Eevee's paw in his hand, spreading his tiny toes apart. Let's get this done.
With precise movements, Austin guided the trimmer around the sensitive spots, clipping away the extra fur. To his surprise, Vee stayed still, trusting him completely. Eevee glanced up at Austin every now and then, like he was checking to make sure everything was going okay, and Austin would just nod, reassuring him without words.
A few minutes later, Austin turned off the trimmer and checked Eevee's paw. Perfect. No more stray hairs, no more irritation. He brushed off the clippings and gave Vee a soft pat on the head.
