In Ash's Aura space—
Everything he perceived through his Aura was being painted into existence.
The red-roofed, white-walled countryside house.
The flowers and plants in the yard.
Clothes hanging on the balcony, gently swaying in the night breeze.
And above—
The moon and countless stars suspended in the vast sky.
Every detail—
Was ticulously outlined by an invisible brush ford from his spiritual power.
If this were a real painting—
Even the greatest masters of realism in the Pokémon world would feel ashad of their craft.
But what made it truly extraordinary—
Was that this wasn't a static painting.
The scenery inside the canvas—
Moved.
It changed in real ti, perfectly synchronized with the outside world.
It wasn't just a painting—
It was a living image.
A moving picture.
A flowing scene.
Almost like a film.
…
After half an hour of ditation—
As Ash's Aura perception expanded—
The canvas in his mind grew wider.
The details beca sharper, more refined.
Lifelike.
Breathtaking.
A masterpiece beyond human craftsmanship.
But eventually—
His spiritual energy was exhausted.
The gray mist in his Aura space faded.
No more blank canvas could be ford.
No more images could be drawn.
The floating painting began to dissolve—
Its colors draining away.
It lted into a pool of glowing blue liquid—
Dropping downward—
Spreading into ripples before vanishing.
And beneath it—
Was a vast, shimring lake.
A lake of energy.
Ash understood clearly—
That lake—
Was his Aura Power.
The dissolved painting, the rippling surface—
All of it—
Was the manifestation of his accumulated strength from long-term ditation.
When he first learned the "Listening to All Things" ditation technique—
He had only a tiny strand of Aura.
But now—
Through persistence and the amplification of the Dream Law Imprint—
His Aura had grown into sothing vast.
A lake.
And yet—
His Aura level was only LV.21.
If it continued to grow—
What would it beco?
A river?
An ocean?
Even Ash himself couldn't imagine it fully.
"Pikachu, Greninja, Pidgeotto, Fearow, Lumina, Valor—"
"It's late. Ti to sleep. We've got training tomorrow."
Exiting ditation, Ash sent his voice through Aura to the living room downstairs.
"Pika~!"
"Croak!"
"Pidge!"
"Fearow!"
The Pokémon, still watching TV, responded obediently.
They turned it off—
And ran upstairs to rest.
…
The night passed quietly.
Until—
The faint light of dawn began to rise.
The morning star faded.
A pale blue glow erged from the distant mountains.
Mist drifted across the land.
6:00 AM.
The alarm clock rang.
Ash was imdiately woken—
By Pikachu.
He got dressed, washed up, and stepped outside.
Late autumn had arrived.
The entire Pallet Town was wrapped in a thin veil of mist.
Dewdrops clung to blades of grass, glistening like crystals.
Above—
Pidgeotto carried Pikachu as they soared into the sky alongside Fearow.
Below—
Ash and Greninja walked along the dirt path.
Each carried a glass tank.
Inside were:
Valor (Shiny Magikarp)
Lumina (Shiny Feebas)
"The best part of the day is the morning…"
Even though Ash still hadn't fully conquered his habit of wanting to sleep in—
He genuinely enjoyed these early training sessions.
"Splash—"
Reaching the river, Ash gently released Lumina into the water.
After weeks of training and leveling—
Both Pokémon had reached LV.15.
And their move sets had expanded significantly:
[Shiny Magikarp – Valor]
Tackle
Aqua Ring
Splash
Dragon Dance
Aqua Tail
[Shiny Feebas – Lumina]
Water Gun
Aqua Ring
Splash
Safeguard
Recover
…
To outsiders—
Ash's abilities were already shocking.
They knew he could use his psychic power to help Pokémon learn moves—
Even teaching Magikarp sothing like Tackle.
But if they saw these move sets—
They would lose their minds.
Because while Tackle had so theoretical possibility—
Moves like:
Aqua Ring
Dragon Dance
Aqua Tail
Were nearly impossible—
Especially for a Pokémon like Magikarp.
…
That was why—
Despite the City Arena having water battlefields—
Ash had never brought Magikarp or Feebas there.
There were too many unexplained "miracles."
Too many things that could expose his abilities.
So instead—
He trained them in the rivers near Pallet Town.
Far from public eyes.
According to his plan—
Only after they evolved into:
Gyarados
Milotic
Would he bring them into official battles.
"Pidgeotto, Fearow, Pikachu—co down."
"Ti for morning training."
"Pika~!"
"Pidge!"
"Fearow!"
The three Pokémon descended obediently.
They knew Ash well.
…
In daily life—
He was kind, relaxed, even indulgent.
But during training—
He was strict.
And if they disobeyed then—
They would definitely regret it.
"Alright."
"You can play later this afternoon."
"But right now—"
"Focus."
"Training begins."
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