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"Alright, tasks are assigned. Everyone, train hard!"
The morning sun filtered through the Sinnoh canopy as Ash watched his six partners disperse. Pidgeot took to the skies with Starly, their wingbeats a rhythmic percussion against the blue; Scyther vanished into the deep brush, its blades itching for the wild skirmishes that would fund its future evolution into Scizor. Pikachu, ever the professional, headed for the tall grass to ensure his level gap remained an insurmountable wall, while Turtwig and Aipom resumed their high-stakes game of stone-throwing and dodging.
Ash leaned against a tree, satisfied. He was no longer the boy who let his levels reset between regions. He was a veteran architect, and every minute of this training was a brick in the fortress of his upcoming victory.
"AHHH! I HATE THIS!"
A piercing scream erupted from the pink tent, shattering the morning's productivity. Ash and Pikachu jumped, while Brock, startled, let a half-peeled potato slip from his hand and thud into the dirt.
"What happened?" Ash asked, approaching the maiden-hearted nylon structure. From within, he could hear frantic muttering and the sound of a brush struggling against an impossible foe.
"It's terrible! My hair... it's turned into a bird's nest!" Dawn wailed.
Ash suppressed a chuckle. Even in a world of legendary gods and elemental monsters, some things—like bedhead—remained universal. "Dawn, relax. I've been there. Just use a little water and a comb; it'll settle down."
"Water? I only have enough to drink!" Dawn shouted back, her tone bordering on a crisis. Inside, she caught sight of Piplup, who was currently doubled over in silent, penguin laughter at her expense. Her eyes narrowed. "Piplup... come here."
"Piplup? (No way!)"
"Piplup, use Bubble Beam!"
A series of strange, wet pops echoed from the tent. Brock looked at Ash, bewildered. "Is she... using a Water-type move to style her hair?"
"Whatever works," Ash said with a shrug, just as Brock turned back to his task. "Croagunk, could you pick up that potato?"
The purple frog stared at Brock with its unblinking, bulbous eyes for a long moment before finally complying. With a mischievous glint, it tossed the potato toward Brock—hard. Ash, seeing the trajectory, pivoted and reached out to catch the flying vegetable, but his momentum carried him right into the path of the tent's opening.
At that exact second, the flap flew open.
"Everyone, look at—"
Dawn charged out, eager to show off her bubble-styled perfection, and slammed directly into Ash. The impact sent them both reeling. Ash, acting on pure "Super True Human" instinct, wrapped his arms around her waist to stabilize the fall, twisting his body so he would take the brunt of the impact.
Thud.
Ash hit the grass hard, acting as a human cushion for the blue-haired girl. Dawn, finding herself unharmed, opened her eyes to see Ash beneath her. Her face instantly turned a shade of red that rivaled a Magmortar. She was straddling him, her hands pinned to the grass on either side of his shoulders, her skirt the only thing maintaining a shred of dignity in the awkward silhouette.
"That was close... thank you, Ash," she whispered, her voice uncharacteristically soft as she adjusted her newly tidied hair.
Ash looked up at her, feeling the literal weight of a trainer who, despite her age, possessed the dense, sturdy constitution of someone born in a world of superpowers. "Dawn," he said calmly, patting her hip to get her attention. "I'm glad you're okay, but do you think you could stand up? You're a lot heavier than you look."
"AH!"
The realization of their posture hit her like a Thunderbolt. Dawn scrambled off him as if the ground had turned to lava, her face burning with embarrassment. Ash stood up, casually brushing the dust off his jacket. To his reinforced physique, the fall was nothing, but he couldn't help but marvel at the biological oddities of this world.
"Maybe people here just mature faster," he mused, watching a flustered Dawn try to regain her composure. He didn't mind. In a world where you had to survive a direct hit from a Flamethrower, being a "Super True Human" had its perks.
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