A Pokémon anime story because the real one has come to an end.
The story follows two young boys, Y/N and Ash, as they help a group of small Bonsly out of a rain shower. Bonsly is a round, brown Pokémon with a rim around its body and three yellow spo...
A prickling sensation danced across (Y/N)'s skin, a feeling akin to a watchful gaze lingering on his back. He whirled around, expecting a challenger or perhaps a wild Pokemon, only to be met with the most unexpected sight. Leaf stood there, bathed in the golden hues of the afternoon sun, a radiant smile blooming on her face. In her hand, she proudly brandished a Boulder Badge, its metallic sheen catching the light.
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(Y/N)'s lips stretched into a grin. So, it seemed they were both neck-and-neck, miles ahead of their perpetually smug rival, Gary.
"Look what I just snagged," Leaf declared, her voice brimming with excitement.
The playful glint in her eyes sparked a familiar competitive spirit within (Y/N), but it was a friendly rivalry, one that pushed them both to be better trainers.
He contemplated revealing Brock's unorthodox tactics, the way he'd thrown Rhydon into the mix during their battle. But the memory of Leaf's unwavering support throughout their journey quelled the urge. Honesty was important, but so was protecting her confidence, especially after her impressive victory.
"Nice one, Leaf!" (Y/N) exclaimed, his voice genuine. "Looks like we're both making waves."
Leaf's smile widened, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"So," she chirped, her voice laced with a playful challenge, "where to next, aspiring Pokemon Master?"
(Y/N) unfurled the map he'd purchased from Pewter City's bustling market. The worn paper crackled in his grasp as he traced the route with his finger.
"Hmm," he mused, his brow furrowing in concentration. "The path to Cerulean City seems to lead through a place called Mount Moon..."
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The rocky terrain of the path to Cerulean City crunched beneath (Y/N)'s boots as he and Leaf navigated the foothills. Pichu perched on his shoulder, its yellow fur blending with the afternoon sun glinting off the path. Beside them, Bulbasaur lumbered along, its leafy bulb swaying gently with each step. The air buzzed with the activity of Rock-type Pokemon – Geodudes lumbered amongst the boulders, Onix snaked their lengthy forms through crevices, and the occasional Graveler rumbled past.
"Looks like we stumbled upon Brock's personal training ground," (Y/N) remarked, pointing towards a particularly large Onix basking in a sunbeam.
Its sheer size dwarfed even the mightiest Onix (Y/N) had seen before.
Leaf gasped, her eyes widening. But before either of them could marvel further, a flash of movement caught (Y/N)'s eye. A Geodude, unlike any he'd ever encountered, stood nestled amongst the regular brown rocks. Its entire body shimmered with a golden sheen, almost as if sculpted from precious gold. Beside it, an Onix, equally extraordinary, pulsed with an iridescent glow, its gray hide replaced by a mesmerizing palette of earthly greens.
