To achieve Greninja's ideal combat style—
There were three core approaches:
First:
Refine its physical foundation—
Increase Speed, Attack, and Special Attack.
Second:
Sharpen its ninja assassination techniques—
Perfect stealth, precision, and lethal execution.
Third:
Fully utilize its ability Protean—
Always rember to maximize damage by changing its type strategically.
…
These three paths weren't separate—
They could be trained simultaneously, like a trident striking forward in unison.
Ash's gaze sharpened slightly.
If one day he traveled to the Kalos region and entered the Lumiose Conference of the Kalos League—
Then things would not unfold like in the original tiline.
Greninja would never fall to Alain's ga Charizard X.
If he and Greninja chose to compete—
Then the champion of that League would be one person only.
Ash Ketchum of Pallet Town.
With just two phone calls, Ash had secured:
Parabolic Charge
Electroweb
The final missing pieces of Pikachu's current skill system—
Were now in place.
Ash felt a sense of relief wash over him.
Once Pikachu mastered these two moves—
Its combat system would be considered fully developed.
From there, all that remained was:
Improving move proficiency
Increasing level through training and battle
If future adjustnts were needed—
He could always refine the moveset accordingly.
…
In short—
His starter Pokémon, Pikachu—
No longer required constant attention.
After reviewing and refining his Pokémon's training plans upstairs—
Ash heard the sound of a car arriving outside.
His mother, Delia Ketchum, had returned—
Along with Gary's mother, Miho.
Ever since their flower shop officially opened—
Business had been thriving.
They left early every morning—
And often didn't return until 8 or 9 PM.
Though busy—
Ash could see it clearly.
His mother was happy.
She was no longer:
Burdened with exhausting chores
Constantly worrying about him
Instead—
She had rediscovered her passion:
Flowers.
Arranging them.
Studying them.
Sharing ti with friends.
This kind of life—
Was exactly what Ash wanted for her.
Because no matter who you are—
Everyone deserves their own life.
Ash never wanted Delia to beco like in the ani—
Staying in Pallet Town forever, living only for her son.
…
Downstairs—
His mother entered the kitchen to prepare dinner.
Ash followed to help.
Dirty farm clothes were gathered into a basket and tossed into the washing machine.
Inside the cozy red-roofed house—
Mother and son went about their tasks,
Chatting casually from ti to ti.
The air was filled with the gentle fragrance of Flabébé's flowers.
In the living room—
Pikachu, Greninja, Pidgeotto, and Fearow watched TV together,
Occasionally bursting into cheerful laughter.
A small house.
A small family.
A quiet town.
A peaceful life.
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After dinner—
Ash didn't stay downstairs.
Because Delia herself didn't watch TV either.
After cleaning up, she returned to her room—
To study floral design and horticulture.
In the living room:
Flabébé and the Pokémon watched TV
Upstairs:
Delia studied flowers
And Ash—
Returned to his room.
He began his daily training:
Aura ditation
Viridian Blessing cultivation
Compared to Aura—
Viridian Blessing was much easier to grow.
All he needed to do was:
Heal Pokémon sincerely
Improve their potential
And experience would naturally accumulate.
It wasn't effortless—
But it was far less demanding than Aura training.
This difference was obvious:
Viridian Blessing: LV.42
Aura: LV.21
…
However—
Viridian Blessing was a support-type ability.
Aura—
Was sothing that directly translated into combat power.
So Ash never once neglected his Aura training.
Sitting on the edge of his bed—
He activated his Aura.
A faint blue glow appeared in his palm.
Gradually—
A translucent, crystal-like needle ford.
It floated above his hand, spinning slowly.
Buzz—
With a thought—
The needle shattered into particles of light.
…
Monts later—
A sharp, icy surgical blade materialized in its place.
Ash controlled it carefully—
Letting it rotate steadily in his palm.
Through Aura's projection and materialization—
He was achieving sothing most people couldn't even imagine:
Creating objects out of pure energy.
…
Looking at the blade—
A satisfied smile appeared on his face.
For now—
He could only form simple tools like needles and scalpels.
More complex or stable constructs were still beyond him.
But even so—
That was enough.
Because in the right situation—
These tools could also serve as weapons.
"The only issue…"
Ash murmured to himself.
"Once they leave my hand, they lose stability and disperse almost instantly."
Which ant—
For now, they could only be used in close range.
But that would change.
As his Aura grew stronger—
He would eventually overco this limitation.
After all—
Even moves like Aura Sphere couldn't be mastered easily at the Riolu stage.
Only after evolving into Lucario—
With stronger Aura—
Could such techniques be fully realized.
Ash wasn't in a hurry.
He still had four years before beginning his journey.
…
For now—
His priority remained clear:
Train and raise his Pokémon.
As for Aura—
He would continue ditating steadily.
The rest—
Could wait.
Kicking off his slippers, Ash climbed onto his bed.
He sat cross-legged—
Closed his eyes—
And entered ditation.
Buzz—
As his Aura stirred—
The Dream Law Imprint on the back of his right hand appeared.
It glowed faintly—
Emitting a gentle warmth.
A soft pink mist enveloped his body.
Normally, entering deep ditation required ti.
But now—
Ash slipped into it instantly.
Within the gray expanse of his inner psychic world—
His consciousness took form.
A glowing projection of himself stood at the center.
The surrounding mist began to churn—
Then gathered—
Forming a vast, blank canvas.
Aura beca the canvas.
Mind beca the brush.
As Ash expanded his perception—
Everything he sensed—
Was rapidly painted onto that invisible world.
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