Pokemon: The Beginning of the Legend

[One Month Later]

Late at night. Pallet Town was silent. The moon hovered low in the sky, casting silver light over rooftops and treetops alike. Crickets chirped lazily in the grass, their melody weaving through the gentle rustle of leaves stirred by a cool summer breeze.

Ash sat cross-legged in his room, back straight, shoulders loose. The window was open, letting the fresh night air drift in, and the curtains swayed gently in rhythm. He exhaled slowly through his nose, the way the scrolls had instructed.

'Focus. Center. Breathe.'

He'd repeated that mantra so many times over the last few years, it had etched itself into his bones. Ever since his rebirth, this had been the goal—no, the calling. Every night when the others were asleep, he trained. While most five-year-olds worried about snacks and playtime, he pushed himself to the brink of exhaustion, again and again.

But tonight wasn't just another night.

Tonight felt different.

He could feel it—something stirring inside.

'I've memorized every ancient scroll, every meditation technique, every Aura principle from the old Aura Guardians. I know I'm close.'

Aura wasn't just strength. It wasn't just energy or a mystical trick. It was the soul itself made manifest. A reflection of the spirit. A force that bound every living thing in existence, connecting them in an invisible web.

And Ash could only felt it—barely. For brief seconds at a time, he could sense things most others couldn't. He could read intentions. Catch flickers of emotion. Perceive the faint spark of life in trees, Pokémon, and people alike. But no more.

If he wanted to be called an Aura Guardian, he would need to be able to use Aura Sphere, Protect, Teleport, and much, much more.

And that... wasn't enough. Not for him.

He wanted more. Needed more.

He wanted to command it, not just touch it.

...

He shut his eyes.

The world around him faded. Sound, light, sensation—it all dulled until the only thing he could hear was his own heartbeat. Then… something shifted. A pulse—soft, like the flutter of wings inside his chest.

'There! I felt it!'

His focus sharpened like a blade. His breathing slowed even more. Every muscle in his small body tensed as he dug deeper, his will flaring.

A second pulse.

Then a third. 

The flicker inside him grew—like embers feeding on oxygen. The flame caught. It roared.

And then—

BOOOOOOOOM!!!!!

A pulse of blue light exploded outward. Not uncontrolled, but powerful. Measured. Focused.

The furniture shook. Papers flew from his desk. A cup toppled over. But the energy didn't lash out wildly—it resonated, like a tuning fork struck perfectly.

Ash's eyes shot open, now glowing with a faint blue hue. His body lifted an inch off the floor.

A faint, ethereal blue hue shimmered in his irises, and for a moment, he hovered an inch above the wooden floorboards, suspended in a field of energy.

He had done it: He awakened his Aura. And judging by its density… it had a lot of power.

He gasped, sweat pouring down his face, heart hammering. His body trembled from the sudden drain, but he was alive. Awake. Transcendent.

He looked down at his small hands. Threads of blue light still danced between his fingers like lightning in miniature.

Aura. His aura.

The spiritual force that bound all living things. And now, it obeyed him.

But it had come at a price.

Ash's body was overstimulated—pushed to a limit far beyond what a five-year-old should ever endure. His nervous system felt like it had been dipped in fire and ice at once. His muscles screamed. His brain pounded with the echo of too much input. Had he failed in even a small way, it could've shattered him. But he hadn't.

He'd succeeded.

And that made all the difference.

Wincing, he forced himself to stand, stumbling slightly.

He stretched out a trembling hand toward a small Poké-doll on his shelf—a Pikachu, slightly worn from years of handling.

"Let's try something…"

He focused.

Immediately, the doll shimmered in his vision. Not physically—spiritually. He could see its outline. Not its shape, but its essence. Its energy. Calm, inanimate, but still connected to the web of life around it.

He concentrated harder.

He reached out—not physically, but with his Aura—and brushed against the doll's faint presence. Then, he pulled that energy back, condensing it in his palm.

A glowing orb formed. Blue, unstable, flickering. No bigger than a marble, but alive.

Ash grinned, panting.

'Aura Sphere…?'

The orb fizzled out after a few seconds. 

'No. More like a prototype. A real Aura Sphere is dense. Stable. This is volatile—practically unstable plasma. But still… it's something.'

His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, but his heart raced—not with fear, but joy.

Progress.

Real, undeniable progress.

And now it was time to test something else.

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Ash stood at the edge of a familiar clearing—his personal training ground. It was small, hidden deep within the woods, far from prying eyes. Over the last year, he had shaped it himself. Logs for balance. A wall for climbing. Weighted sandbags for strength. Bark dummies for precision.

Today, he wasn't just practicing strength. He was testing limits.

"Alright," he murmured, cracking his neck. "Let's see what I can really do now."

He closed his eyes.

Immediately, the forest lit up. Not with sight—but with sensation.

He felt the tree's slow, pulsing life. The sleeping Caterpie beneath the leaves. The pair of curious Pidgey watching from above. Even the vibrations of a burrowing Diglett somewhere under the soil.

It was overwhelming… but beautiful.

Then he moved.

He sprinted forward, faster than he ever had before. His movements were clean—refined. Logs blurred past. The wall was a single leap. Sandbags swung at him—he ducked and weaved like water.

He spun at the end of the course and—without turning his head—pointed two fingers toward the Pidgey.

"Behind the branch, left side."

The birds squawked in alarm and scattered.

Bullseye.

Ash allowed himself a moment to smirk.

Then he raised his hand.

"Aura Shield… Protect!"

A faint shimmer of light wrapped around him. It wasn't a full shield—yet—but it blocked the pebble he had launched with a slingshot just seconds before.

He clenched his fist and focused again. Aura gathered, thicker than before. It condensed rapidly into another orb—larger this time. Brighter.

He threw it.

The orb cut through the air and slammed into a bark dummy across the field.

BOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!

Smoke and sparks burst from the impact. The bark was scorched black.

Ash's jaw dropped.

"YES!" he shouted, laughing, overwhelmed with the thrill of it all.

He doubled over a second later, coughing hard from the exertion. His aura reserves were still small. His body was young. But that didn't matter.

'Wow, what a mess! I'd better get back as quickly as possible before Mom finds out.'

With that in mind, Ash rushed back to his house, and flew—literally—back to his room.

So now Ash was sitting cross-legged again, but this time, it wasn't training. It was reflection.

The moonlight filtered through his window, casting pale shadows across his room. The faint scent of pine and soil still clung to his skin from the forest. His muscles ached, but his heart… his heart was full.

'I'm stronger now. More capable. And it's not just the power—it's the awareness. I can feel people's emotions. I can tell when someone is lying. I even sensed a Rattata burrowing underground earlier without looking.

He frowned slightly, eyes narrowing.

'But I'm not done.'

Aura was limitless. Not just in theory, it was a fact: Healing, perception, projection, tracking, resistance...Even Battle Bond.

Each one was a frontier—and he was determined to conquer them all.

But most importantly… he would become something no one else ever had.

'I've touched the current. Now I need to learn to swim in it.'

He thought of the Aura Guardians from history. Sir Aaron. Lucario. The protectors of balance and peace. Their legacy had been mostly forgotten, reduced to fairy tales in modern times.

But Ash remembered.

And he intended to go beyond them.

To reclaim that forgotten mantle—and make it stronger than ever.

A true Aura Master.

He let out a deep breath, closed his eyes, and once again, the faint blue glow returned. No longer a flicker, but now a flame.

The journey had truly begun.