Ash Ascendant: Chapter 31

Hi all, 

Here’s the next chapter. Took me far too long to finish. 

Chapter 31

The control sticks warmed beneath Ash's grip as Registeel's systems hummed to life around him. A screen materialised before his eyes, streams of text scrolling across its surface:

SYSTEM BOOT SEQUENCE INITIATED POWER CORE: OPERATIONAL - 13% CAPACITY MOTOR FUNCTIONS: STANDBY DEFENSIVE PLATING: NOMINAL SENSORY ARRAY: CALIBRATING... PILOT INTEGRATION: SCANNING...

Ash leaned forward, studying the readouts. The power core operated on electricity. But beneath the technical specifications, another category caught his attention: pilot energy requirements. The offensive and movement systems operated on cultivation energy. 

PILOT COMPATIBILITY: CONFIRMED STEELIUM RESONANCE: OPTIMAL INTEGRATION PROTOCOL: ACTIVE

A voice emerged from the cockpit speakers, crisp and mechanical yet oddly soothing. "Welcome, new user. Compatibility confirmed. Pilot integration successful."

Ash nearly jumped from his seat. "Who—what are you?"

"I'm an artificial intelligence built to assist in Registeel's operation," the voice explained. "All systems are running normally, though the power core will need recharging soon."

"Are you fully sentient? Can you make your own decisions?"

A brief pause followed before Al responded. "Within certain limits, yes."

Ash frowned. The Giru robots had already accustomed him to AI companions with a certain level of intelligence, but they acted solely on his commands. They only had a small amount of freedom to act as required, but he suspected this one was different. 

"What kind of limits?" he pressed.

"My primary directive centres on pilot safety and mech optimisation. I cannot act against these parameters."

The explanation sounded reasonable, yet Ash wasn’t reassured. He filed the observation away for later consideration—there would be time to explore Al's nature once he'd mastered Registeel's basic functions.

"Do you have a name?"

"Negative. No designation assigned."

Ash considered this. The voice sounded distinctly masculine, despite its synthetic origin. "I'll call you Al."

"Designation accepted. Thank you, Pilot."

"Call me Ash." Ash jiggled the control sticks. "Can you explain how to operate this machine? What are its benefits?"

"Certainly. Registeel provides three primary advantages: enhanced defensive capabilities, power amplification, and external Steelium manipulation."

The screen shifted, displaying a three-dimensional wireframe of the mech's frame. Sections highlighted in different colours as Al continued his explanation.

"Defence relies on the mech's physical structure. Offence scales with the pilot cultivation strength. Both can be improved further with the pilot’s Steelium, provided he has enough supply. The combination creates a versatile combat platform. There are more options to enhance Registeel’s capabilities, but we can address them later."

Ash processed the information. How far could his Tempering Realm cultivation take him? He guessed Registeel was made for someone with a higher cultivation realm in mind. At least its defence didn’t entirely depend on his cultivation. If he ever met an opponent he couldn’t defeat, he could retreat into Registeel like a Squirtle hiding in its shell.

“Would you like to begin integration training?"

“Integration?”

“Integration means linking the pilot’s consciousness with the mech, unlocking all of Registeel’s functions and enabling the highest level of control.”

Ash frowned. “I don’t like the sound of that.”

“If you want to make the most of Registeel, it is necessary. Once integrated, you still control your facilities. You can cancel it at any time.”

"Very well. Go ahead.”

"Initiating consciousness merger. Maintain relaxed breathing. Do not resist the connection."

A strange tingling sensation spread from the pilot's seat through Ash's body. His vision blurred momentarily before snapping into hyperfocus. Suddenly, he could perceive the chamber beyond the mech's hull—not through his eyes, but through Registeel's sensor array.

The transition proved deeply disorienting. His consciousness seemed to expand, encompassing both his physical body and the mech's metallic frame. When he flexed his fingers, Registeel's massive hands responded in perfect synchronisation. The boundaries between flesh and metal dissolved until he couldn't distinguish where he ended and the machine began.

"Status report," Al requested.

"It's overwhelming," Ash managed. Every sensation felt amplified—the weight of the mech's limbs, the subtle vibrations of its power core, even the texture of the stone floor beneath its feet. "How do I control it?"

"Two methods are available. Manual operation via physical controls, or direct mental interface, once the merger reaches sufficient depth. I recommend beginning with manual controls."

Ash gripped the control sticks, surprised by how natural they felt in his enlarged perception. His movements translated through the mech's frame as he raised one arm, then the other. Each gesture required deliberate concentration, but the response was immediate.

"Lighting system activation," Al announced.

Brilliant illumination flooded the chamber as Registeel's external lights blazed to life. The warehouse stretched before them, every detail visible in stark clarity.

Ash took his first step. The mech's weight transferred through its leg with ponderous deliberation, each footfall echoing through the stone floor. He managed another step, then another, gradually building confidence.

"Movement seems slow," he observed.

"Velocity will improve with experience. The mech weighs approximately fifteen tonnes."

Fifteen tonnes. The number staggered him. Yet as the minutes passed, Registeel's responses grew more fluid. Ash guided the mech across the chamber, practising turns and basic locomotion. The mechanical body moved with increasing agility, though still far from the fluidity he desired.

After thirty minutes of careful practice, he approached the interior wall. Time to test the mech's capabilities.

He drew back Registeel's right arm and drove the fist forward. Metal struck metal with a resounding crash, but when he pulled the arm back, only a shallow indentation marked the impact point.

"The walls are incredibly sturdy," Ash muttered.

"Correct. Now, attempt the same strike with Steelium augmentation."

Ash concentrated, drawing upon his cultivation core. To his amazement, the liquid metal flowed not across his human flesh, but over Registeel's metallic frame. The Steelium coated the mech's fist like a glove.

This time, when he struck the wall, his augmented blow tore through the metal, leaving a crater twice the size of the mech's fist.

“As you can see, Steelium can enhance Registeel’s offence just like your physical body" Al commented. “Would you like to attempt a beam attack?"

"Beam attack?"

"Focus cultivation energy through Registeel's palm. Your cultivation level limits attack potency to approximately ten percent of maximum output. Energy expenditure will be significant."

Ash raised the mech's hand, palm facing outward. "I don't mind using most of my energy. How do I—"

"I recommend utilising the training facility for destructive testing. The chamber possesses reinforced walls designed to contain such attacks."

The suggestion made sense. Ash guided Registeel from the chamber, ducking slightly to clear the doorway. The corridors accommodated the mech's bulk with room to spare—now he understood why the facility's architects had built such oversized passages.

The training room was exactly where he remembered it. He had barely noticed it before because the room was empty.

Ash positioned himself in the centre and raised Registeel's arm. Energy flowed from his core through the mech's conduits, gathering in the palm with building intensity. Light began to emanate from the focal point, growing brighter with each passing second.

"Release when ready," Al instructed.

Ash let the energy loose. A brilliant beam erupted from Registeel's palm, striking the far wall in a blaze of white fire. The attack lasted perhaps three seconds before his reserves depleted, leaving him gasping within the cockpit.

When the light faded, he examined the target wall. A dark scorch mark marred the surface, but the underlying structure remained intact.

"Not very impressive," he admitted.

"Accuracy was excellent. Power output reached twelve percent of the theoretical maximum. Performance will improve as pilots’ control and cultivation advances."

“Something to look forward to,” Ash murmured. It was too bad he couldn’t use this in the gym battle, as defeating the gym leader would be effortless. 

Warning indicators flashed across his display. "Power core status: critical. Recommend immediate recharge."

Ash nodded. "I need to activate the power supply first."

"Accessing facility schematics. Displaying power routing instructions now."

A detailed diagram appeared on his screen, highlighting the necessary control sequences. Ash memorised the procedure before returning Registeel to the warehouse chamber.

He climbed out, legs unsteady after the extended merger. Bender followed him out. The Pokemon had waited patiently during the entire training session.

"Come on," Ash told the Tinkatink. "We've got work to do."

They made their way to the control centre in the main chamber. Following Al's instructions, Ash located the appropriate panels and began rerouting power to the warehouse systems. Lights flickered to life throughout the facility as dormant circuits awakened.

When they returned to Registeel, Ash found that a charging station had extended from the floor beside the mech. He connected the power cables and watched as energy flowed into the depleted systems.

Rather than leave, he climbed back into the cockpit to wait. The merger re-established itself automatically, allowing him to monitor the charging process through Registeel's displays. 

"Al," he said after several minutes of silence. "Why were the Mech's creators afraid of Registeel? Why did they seal it away?"

No immediate response came. Ash frowned at the delay.

"Al?"

"I do not possess information relevant to that query."

Something in the AI's tone seemed evasive. "Do you know the passwords for the facility's video files?"

"Such data falls outside my operational parameters."

Ash didn't press further, though suspicion gnawed at him. Al's responses sounded reasonable enough, but the slight hesitations suggested that it was hiding something. Still, perhaps he was reading too much into the behaviour of an artificial intelligence.

Despite his concerns, excitement overshadowed his doubts. Registeel represented possibilities he'd never imagined. The mech's defensive capabilities alone would provide enormous advantages, and he'd barely explored its offensive potential.

The speed issue remained troubling. Even with practice, the mech's ponderous movement might prove a liability in combat. Could he improve its mobility through better control, or would he need another solution?

An idea struck him suddenly. His steel board carried him through the air with remarkable agility. What if he scaled up the concept? A platform large enough to support Registeel's fifteen-tonne mass would be massive, but theoretically possible.

He tried to imagine the logistics. The board would need to be enormous—perhaps twenty metres square to distribute the weight properly. Controlling something that size would require tremendous concentration, far beyond his current abilities.

But the potential... A flying war machine under his complete control. The image sent excitement coursing through him.

Ash froze as a thought occurred to him. "Al, can Registeel fly?"

"Affirmative. However, the energy requirements are astronomical—currently beyond your cultivation capabilities."

"What about an external flight system powered by the core itself?"

"Such systems exist, but they require significant power core upgrades. Registeel's creators intended to address this limitation but never completed the work. Incomplete schematics for an improved power core remain in my database."

Ash's shoulders sagged. If he wanted to unlock Registeel's full potential, he'd need to master the facility’s technology. How many years would that take? He was mechanically inclined, but this was on an entirely different level.

Whilst the power core recharged, he retrieved the chaos orb from his mind palace. The swirling energy within pulsed hypnotically as he settled into a meditative position. If cultivation strength determined the mech's capabilities, then growing stronger remained his most practical path forward.

The orb's chaotic energy burned as it entered his meridians, but his Steelium Core spun faster, filtering the harmful elements with practised efficiency. Each cycle refined his power, bringing him closer to the Tempering Realm's ninth stage.

Several hours later, the charging indicator reached full capacity. Ash powered down the connection, tempted to give the mech another test run. He resisted the urge, knowing that he had more important things to do. 

“Al, I’m leaving for now,” Ash said. “I will return soon.”

“Now that you are Registeel’s pilot, you may communicate with me through the mask’s interface. If there are any tasks you need me to perform, please contact me.”

“Al, do you have access to the rest of the facility's systems? The control centre?”

“Negative. But if you permit me, I can access the computers from here.”

Ash considered Al’s suggestion before shaking his head. “Let me think about it. For now, keep Registeel in its powered-down state until I return.”

“Affirmative.”

Ash departed the warehouse, his mind churning with possibilities. Registeel's capabilities opened doors he'd never imagined, yet he couldn't afford distraction from his primary objective. The peak of the Tempering Realm awaited, along with the gym leader who stood between him and the third floor. 

All the opportunities the second floor had presented—the underground facility, the ancient mech, even his growing arsenal of Pokemon—meant nothing if he couldn't continue his ascent through the Tower.

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Ash's eyes snapped open, power cascading from his body in waves that rippled through the air. The wooden floorboards beneath him groaned under the pressure as his aura blazed outward, announcing his breakthrough to the ninth stage of the Tempering Realm.

Three weeks of relentless cultivation had brought him to this moment. The chaos orb rested warm in his palm, its swirling energy considerably diminished yet still substantial. Initially, he'd estimated six weeks would pass before reaching this milestone, but his growing mastery over refining the chaotic energy had accelerated the process beyond his expectations.

He flexed his fingers, marvelling at the strength coursing through his meridians. With a simple thought, liquid metal flowed across his skin until every inch of his body was covered.

Complete coverage. The significance wasn't lost on him—his entire form had become a shield and a weapon. He could imagine the possibilities. Any opponent foolish enough to grapple with him would find themselves impaled on dozens of razor-sharp spikes. The mental image of their shocked expression brought a smile to his lips.

Ash reached for the leather-bound notebook beside him. Its pages were filled with research he’d gathered over recent weeks. James and Jessie had proved surprisingly forthcoming with information about the Essence Realm. 

He opened to the first entry and read through his notes:

When breaking through to the Essence Realm, the cultivator's core undergoes a fundamental transformation, splitting into two distinct centres of energy. This process marks the true beginning of a cultivator's specialisation.

For those without natural affinities or traits, this breakthrough offers them a method to narrow the gap. The newly formed second core can manifest elemental attunement—Fire, Water, Electric, or any of the eighteen recognised types. Alternatively, it might develop a trait such as enhanced physical prowess, accelerated healing, or heightened mental capacity. These abilities can level the playing field against naturally gifted opponents. However, their first core usually remains unspecialised, meaning it doesn’t provide any benefits outside of improving their cultivation energy. 

Cultivators already possessing affinities face different choices. Their original core retains its nature, whilst the second opens new possibilities. They might pursue complementary elements or choose traits that enhance their existing capabilities. 

The dual-core system creates some interesting synergies. James's Grass-type affinity is paired with a plant conjuration trait that allows him to spawn an endless number of plants so long as he has the energy. This ability evolved even further when he reached the Spirit Realm. 

However, the process carries significant risks. Core-splitting is agonising and potentially fatal. Some emerge with unstable cores that war against each other, creating internal conflicts that cripple rather than empower. 

The Essence Realm's true gift lies in specialisation—allowing cultivators to define their unique path forward and establish foundations for techniques that will distinguish them in higher realms.

Ash closed the notebook. He still had some questions about the Essence Realm. James had mentioned that some cultivators could choose their affinity or trait during breakthrough, whilst others had no control over the process. The mechanics remained unclear—whether life experiences, cultivation methods, or pure chance determined the outcome.

Not that it mattered overly much. His Steel affinity had already provided tremendous advantages. If given the choice, he'd select something complementary to his current abilities or a Psychic affinity to bolster his mental cultivation.

His Pokenav's shrill ring interrupted his contemplation. James's name flashed on the display.

"Have you heard the news about the Pillar?" James asked.

"What about it?"

"The Tower Association has finally established a fortified base on Floor Zero. Wasn't easy, with constant attacks from those creatures."

Ash nodded. The Association had hired hundreds of cultivators to defend the Pillar while they constructed the base. They worked incredibly fast to secure a position on Floor Zero and to prevent the creatures from accessing the Pillar. They didn’t want them to reach the first floor, and potentially the higher floors through the Tower.

After slaughtering countless creatures, they'd finally driven the survivors back into Floor Zero's depths. They were still a threat, but for the moment, they had been subdued. 

"They're calling the creatures the Forsaken," James continued.

"Couldn't they think of anything better?"

"Right? Though the name fits, I suppose."

"Are cultivators allowed into the Pillar yet?"

"Yes, people can explore Floor Zero at their own risk. A glorious new market's about to open with all the variant Pokemon."

Relief washed through Ash. He could still access the summit, which meant the reward system awaited him once he gathered sufficient Dragon-type energy.

"Did they give the variants a name?"

"They’re calling them chaos variants."

"How original. Was there another reason you called?"

"Actually, yes. You're one of the few cultivators with the foresight to capture variant Pokemon. There's an auction coming up—if you sell them there, you'll make a fortune. Plus, there will be interesting items you might fancy."

Ash's interest sharpened. "How much is the entry fee?"

"Smart lad. The auction does charge admission, but I'll cover it. I've booked a private box—seats three comfortably and guarantees anonymity."

"Do we need anonymity?"

"Absolutely. Some big shots are coming down from the higher floors for the auction."

"Why hold the auction here?"

"I don’t know. Proximity to Floor Zero, perhaps?"

The explanation sounded reasonable, though something in James's tone suggested deeper motives. Ash let it slide. "Alright, I'll attend. Have you completed what I requested?"

"Yes. Your mother will be classified as an ordinary citizen with no cultivation. The burden of your ascensions to the third floor falls on you alone."

"Thank you."

"No thanks necessary. I get a variant Pokemon out of it."

The line went dead, and he pocketed the device. Now that the ninth stage was within his grasp, the time had come to register for his gym battle. With his current capabilities, he felt confident in defeating the gym leader. He just hoped there wouldn't be any surprises.

Soon, he'd push toward the Tempering Realm's peak, then face the tribulation that would either elevate him to the Essence Realm or destroy him entirely.

But first, he needed to tie up some loose ends.

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Ash carefully descended the stairs, doing his best to stay quiet. Living with three cultivators made sneaking out a real challenge. Their sharp senses caught even the smallest sound, so nothing ever slipped past them. 

"Off somewhere early?" Delia's voice came from behind him.

Ash turned to find his mother in the doorway, her hair tousled from sleep, but her eyes alert. Behind her, Erika emerged from the kitchen with a steaming cup.

"Just some hunting," Ash replied. "Nothing dangerous."

"Why are you taking the risk?" Delia crossed her arms. "James mentioned Team Magma members have been spotted in the city."

"Which is why I'm being careful. I might not return tonight, depending on my luck."

Zinnia appeared at the top of the stairs. "Where are you going?"

Ash sighed. Despite his efforts, all three females had heard him.

"Pokemon hunting on the first floor. The crowds are getting worse every day—if I don't move soon, all the good Pokemon will be taken."

"Take me with you," Zinnia said immediately.

"No." Ash shook his head. "I need you to stay here and keep an eye on Mum and Erika. Just in case Team Magma loses their patience.”

Zinnia made a face. Why did she choose to stay here again? His excuse was weak, as Team Magma would target her just as much as him.

Ash opened the door and stepped outside before anyone could argue further. 

The city's main thoroughfares buzzed with activity despite the early hour. Ash kept to smaller paths, weaving between the residential platforms. He reached the city's edge and glanced over his shoulder. No one was following him, as far as he could tell. 

He climbed the road to the plateau, noticing he wasn’t the only one heading for the elevators this early. A group of cultivators passed him, their voices carrying excited chatter about exploring Floor Zero. Everyone wanted their piece of the chaos variant gold rush. But would it be that easy? It wasn’t only the creatures that were dangerous. The Pokemon and the environment also posed a significant risk.

Ash paused behind a cluster of boulders, checking once more for surveillance. Satisfied he was alone, he began the transformation.

His face tingled as muscles shifted beneath the skin. The technique Zinnia had taught him required delicate control—too much pressure and he'd damage nerves, too little and the changes wouldn't hold. His jawline narrowed, cheekbones rising whilst his nose took on a different angle. The eye shape altered subtly, creating an entirely new physiognomy.

Criminal cultivators relied on such methods to avoid being caught. The technique wasn't an actual technique that required using up a precious slot—just careful manipulation of the facial musculature. Anyone with sufficient body control could master it.

Ash pulled out a small mirror and checked his reflection. The face staring back bore no resemblance to his normal features. Good enough to fool a casual observer.

He entered the Tower and descended to the first floor. The Tower's first-floor market teemed with hundreds of cultivators. Despite the market’s exorbitant prices, it didn’t deter them. The atmosphere crackled with excitement and greed.

Ash pushed through the crowds. He needed to head north first, where one of his targets waited. A massive Skarmory that he had encountered previously. It was located in a patch of rocky terrain. Although he couldn’t bond with it immediately, he could hold onto it until he reached the Essence Realm.

He had other promises to keep. Erika wanted him to find some more plants. Because of Floor Zero’s appearance, they didn’t get a chance to search the floor properly. Furthermore, Erika needed some minerals as she was creating a catalyst potion for Blade’s evolution.

Blade had already reached level 31 thanks to Erika creating some potions tailored for his cultivation. He had been languishing at level 27 for a while, but had shot up by four levels in the past three weeks. Ash was focusing on evolving Blade for the upcoming gym battle. He still hadn’t decided if he was going to use Blaze, because his level was above forty, it might effect his opponents strength.

He stepped outside into the wasteland and summoned Bastion. Ash climbed onto the Pokemon's back, settling between the ridge plates as Bastion began moving north.

The journey felt different now. It used to be a solitary experience, but now he couldn’t travel far without seeing someone else. Those who weren’t descending to Floor Zero were trying their luck on the first floor, hoping to make another major discovery. It wouldn’t be long before its secrets were laid bare.

When he reached the rocky terrain, Ash dismounted and returned Bastion to his mind palace. He summoned the Giru robots and commanded them to start searching. His quarry wouldn't be easy to locate. Since the Skarmory were flying Pokemon,  they covered vast territories. It could be anywhere at the moment.

Hours passed as Ash continued his search. Between him and the Giru robots, he found several Skarmory, but none of them were the specimen he wanted. Impressive Pokemon in their own right, yet lacking the sheer presence he remembered.

By midday, frustration gnawed at him. Perhaps his memory had exaggerated the Pokemon’s size, or it had moved on to different hunting grounds.

A secluded opening in a massive boulder caught his attention—a natural alcove that would provide shelter from the sun and prying eyes. Perfect for establishing a temporary base. Ash summoned supplies from his mind palace and created a functional campsite within the boulder's protective embrace.

As he secured the final guy-ropes, a sound froze him mid-motion. Deep, resonant, unmistakable—the roar of a Steelix. But what was one of the massive Steel-types doing in this region? Their territories had shifted dramatically since the floor's transformation, but this seemed far from their usual haunts.

Ash summoned his steel board and rose swiftly into the air. The sound had originated from the north. He accelerated towards the disturbance.

The scene that greeted him defied comprehension. Six Steelix corpses lay scattered across a wide clearing, their serpentine forms twisted in death. 

Movement drew his attention to the clearing's far edge. A seventh Steelix—smaller than its fallen brethren but still formidable—coiled defensively against a rocky outcropping. 

Before it stood an elderly man with the aura of a Spirit Realm cultivator. A Magmortar flanked him, magma chambers glowing white-hot as it prepared another devastating attack.

The sight ignited rage in Ash's chest. Systematic slaughter of Pokemon struck him as both wasteful and cruel. 

"Hey!" Ash shouted, his board descending rapidly. "What the hell are you doing?"

The cultivator turned, revealing sharp features weathered by decades of harsh living. The Magmortar pivoted as well, dual cannons tracking Ash's movement with predatory focus.

The surviving Steelix seized the moment of distraction, its massive form uncoiling as it fled. The Magmortar started pursuing it, but its trainer's raised hand halted the attack.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" the old man replied.

"Why are you killing them?" Ash demanded.

"Because they're a threat to public safety. I'm carrying out Tower Association orders."

"You work for the Association?"

"Name's Blaine. Waste Management Security." The man's tone suggested this explanation should suffice. "You don't seem fond of the Association."

Ash's eyes narrowed. "You're responsible for dumping rubbish on the first floor. Getting revenge because they attacked your trucks?"

Blaine raised an eyebrow. "You know about that? No—I'm eliminating them because they continue attacking the waste trucks. And with the influx of cultivators, they're causing even more problems."

"Why not capture them?"

"Too much trouble."

Ash’s fists clenched. "Aren't you worried about your next tribulation?"

Tribulations measured more than cultivation strength—they weighed karma, the accumulated consequences of a cultivator's actions. Indiscriminate slaughter of Pokemon carried a heavy karmic debt. Many had died from their tribulations, fueled by negative karma they'd never suspected they carried.

Blaine's laugh held no humour. "I'm at life's end, boy. Not advancing to the next realm, so why worry about such useless concerns?"

Before Ash could respond, the old man moved. His speed defied visual tracking—one moment standing beside his Magmortar, the was sprinting west. He soon disappeared with his Pokemon following him.

Ash landed on the ground. Despite his anger at Blaine's methods, the situation presented an opportunity he couldn't ignore. Six Steelix represented more Steel-type energy for his Pokemon’s advancements.

He settled into meditation beside the largest corpse, legs crossed as he reached for the residual energy clinging to the cooling metal. His Steelium Core responded instantly, spinning faster as it detected the available power. The absorption began as a trickle, then intensified into a torrent that left him gasping.

When the absorption finally ended, Ash had stored a substantial amount of Steel-type energy into his core. He repeated the process with the remaining Steelix until his core was virtually bursting at the seams. He couldn’t absorb another drop of energy even if he wanted to. 

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Ash returned to the boulder alcove. The sight that greeted him stopped the board mid-flight.

His tent hung in shredded ribbons from the boulder's edges. Cooking equipment lay scattered across the clearing—pots dented beyond repair, his portable stove reduced to twisted metal fragments.

Ash landed and surveyed the devastation. Deep gouges scarred the boulder's surface where razor-sharp talons had raked across stone. 

A metallic screech echoed from above.

He looked up to find his quarry perched on the boulder's summit, wings spread in a display of magnificent aggression. The Skarmory was even larger than his memory had suggested—nearly two metres from beak to tail, with a wingspan that could eclipse a small aircraft. 

The Pokemon's head tilted as it studied him, intelligent red eyes evaluating this intruder who'd dared establish camp within its territory. 

"Well," Ash said, stepping carefully over the remains of his camp. "At least I know where you are now."

The Skarmory's response was immediate. It launched itself from the boulder's peak, wings folding as it dove towards him with the speed of a falling meteor. Ash threw himself sideways, the Pokemon's talons missing his head by centimetres as it pulled out of the dive and circled for another pass.

The Steel-type wheeled overhead, banking sharply as it lined up for a second attack. This time, Ash was ready—he shot upward on an intercept course.

The Skarmory's eyes widened in surprise as its prey suddenly became airborne. It tried to adjust its trajectory, but momentum carried it past Ash's position. He banked hard left, pursuing the larger Pokemon as it struggled to regain altitude.

"Blitz!" he called, summoning the Magneton from his mind palace.

The three-part Pokemon appeared beside him, magnetic units spinning as they assessed the situation. Without hesitation, Blitz aligned its components and discharged a Thunder Shock towards the Skarmory's wings.

Lightning crackled between them, but the Skarmory twisted with incredible agility, the electrical attack sizzling past its wingtips. It retaliated with Steel Wing, one metallic appendage glowing white-hot as it swept towards Blitz.

The Magneton barely avoided the devastating strike. The Skarmory's momentum carried it past both Pokemon, but it recovered quickly, using its superior manoeuvrability to stay ahead of their coordinated pursuit.

Ash found himself grinning despite the destruction of his campsite. This was the calibre of Pokemon he'd been seeking. The chase continued, three figures dancing through the air in a deadly ballet of predator and prey. 

He wasn’t letting this Skarmory escape.

So, what do you think? I initially had more planned for this chapter, but things happened. In the next chapter, Ash acquires some new Pokemon, and the gym battle arrives.

Thanks for reading.