Celeste and Ash made their way to the PokeRinger arena, their excitement clear. The colorful flags and banners fluttered in the breeze, creating a festive atmosphere that matched the energy of the crowd. The cheers and chatter of spectators filled the air as they eagerly awaited the start of the PokeRinger competition. Bruce, Ash's Noibat, hovered near his trainer with a curious gleam in his eyes. The prospect of the upcoming competition seemed to ignite a spark of interest within him. As the two friends approached the registration area, Ash couldn't help but grin.
"Hey, Bruce, you think you're up for some PokeRinger action?" Ash asked with a chuckle, giving his Noibat a playful nudge. Bruce let out an enthusiastic chirp, his wings fluttering in anticipation. It was clear that he was more than ready to take on the challenge.
"I think that's a yes!" Celeste teased, giving Bruce a friendly pat on the head. "You better show them how it's done, Bruce."
With their registration complete, Ash and Bruce joined the line of participants who were eagerly waiting their turn to take flight in the arena. The towering poles with rings perched at the top were a sight to behold, and the trainers and their flying pokemon were a colorful and diverse group. As the event kicked off, Rhonda the reporter, along with her Sinnoh Now news team, began to capture the excitement on camera. They moved through the crowd, interviewing trainers and spectators, and ensuring that every thrilling moment of the competition was captured.
The rules were simple: the flying pokemon had to grab a ring and carry it to the top of a pole. The catch was that the other participants were also vying for the same rings, leading to some intense aerial battles as the pokemon swooped and soared through the sky.
Bruce's turn finally came, and Ash's heart swelled with pride as he watched his Noibat take off into the air with determination. The arena buzzed with anticipation as Ash and Bruce were ready to face off against Taylor and his formidable Skarmory. The crowd held their collective breath, eager to witness the clash of two skilled flying Pokémon.
"Alright, Bruce, show them what you've got!" Ash encouraged with an easygoing grin, his eyes locked onto the soaring Skarmory.
On the opposite side of the arena, Taylor's Skarmory flexed his metallic wings, his sharp gaze fixated on the ring suspended in mid-air. The signal to start echoed through the air, and in an instant, both pokemon were in motion. With a powerful flap of his wings, Skarmory surged forward, claws outstretched to seize the coveted ring. But Bruce was no slouch either, he matched Skarmory's speed with a burst of energy, wings slicing through the air as he went head to head with his opponent.
The ring hung tantalizingly between them, for a moment, it seemed like a stalemate, the ring suspended as if frozen in time. But then, a sudden gust of wind swept through the arena, ruffling feathers and tousling fur. Bruce seized the opportunity, using the wind to his advantage, he executed a swift and precise Aerial Ace, a move he had recently learned. The attack came like a lightning bolt, catching Skarmory off guard as Bruce soared past. The impact was solid, and the crowd erupted into cheers as Skarmory staggered, the ring slipping from his grasp.
In a graceful arc, Bruce looped back around, his triumphant chirp echoing through the air as he caught the ring and swooped up to the pole. With deft precision, he secured the ring onto the hook, the metal giving a satisfying clink as victory was claimed. The arena was alive with excitement, the cheers and applause of the spectators echoing in Ash's ears.
"That's my boy, Bruce!" Ash exclaimed, his voice filled with pride as he pumped a fist into the air.
Celeste beamed at her friend's success, giving him an enthusiastic thumbs-up. "Great job, Ash! And you too, Bruce!"
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Ash the Dragon Specialist
Fanfiction"Tell me Ash, would you like me to teach you about pokemon? About how to take care of them? Cure them when they get hurt? Would you like to learn about becoming a trainer?" Professor Oak asked the speechless boy, making a decision that would change...
