Ash the Dragon Specialist

The Grand Finale

Ash found himself backstage in a bustling stadium, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nostalgia. At the other side of the table, Lance, the revered Champion of the Indigo League, sat before him. Lance, with an appreciative smile, started the conversation. "I can't believe it, Ash. The little boy I once saw running around Professor Oak's Ranch with a shiny Swablu perched on his head has grown into the Champion of Unova."

Ash couldn't help but smile at the memory. "Yeah, we've come a long way since then."

Lance nodded, the nostalgia evident in his voice. "You and your Shiny Altaria, Nephele, have a remarkable journey. It's a testament to your hard work and determination."

With a nod of gratitude, Ash responded, "Thanks, Lance. It's been quite a ride."

The conversation then veered toward Ash's recent endeavors. "I've heard the news about your plans," Lance commented. "You're thinking of opening a center in Opelucid City that specializes in aiding abused and injured pokemon, helping them return to the wild and civilization."

Ash's eyes shone with determination. "Yeah, that's the plan. I've always had a special connection with dragons, and I want to give back by rehabilitating them and other pokemon. It's something I'm really passionate about."

Champion Lance smiled, his approval evident. "That's a wonderful idea, Ash. It's an endeavor that can make a real difference in the Pokemon World. Take your time and show the world that Champions can change things for the better in many ways. We are not only our battling power." Their conversation shifted, the tone growing more serious as Lance fixed Ash with a determined look. "But remember, Ash, this exhibition match is no casual affair. I intend to give it my all, and I expect nothing less from you."

Ash met Lance's gaze, a profound sense of respect in his eyes. Lance had always been a source of inspiration for him. Now, as the Champion of Unova, he was ready to inspire others in the same way. With unwavering resolve, Ash replied, "Don't worry, Lance. I've come a long way since that shiny Swablu on my head. I'll give this match everything I've got."

There was a shared understanding between them, a silent vow to put on an exhibition battle worthy of their status. With nothing else left to say, they both turned and headed toward the battlefield. As they walked, Ash couldn't help but think about the incredible journey that had brought him to this point, and the exciting path that lay ahead. Now, as he looked at Lance, standing across the battlefield, as the crowd cheered around them, Ash did not wish to be anywhere else.

"Let's get started, Flygon," Lance declared, sending out his first pokemon. The dragon-like creature materialized with a powerful presence.

Ash clutched his own Poke Ball, his heart pounding with anticipation. "We can do this, Aeolus!"

With the release of the Poke Ball, Dragonite, known as Aeolus, soared onto the battlefield. His wings cut through the air with grace and precision as he took his position across from Flygon. The two Dragon-types Pokemon stood ready for the battle, their expressions focused and determined.

In that charged moment, it was evident that this battle was unlike any other. The arena was shrouded in an intense silence, the crowd holding its collective breath, eagerly awaiting the commencement of this epic showdown. Ash and Lance stood in perfect synchrony; their movements so well-practiced that it felt almost instinctual. Yet, there was a palpable tension in the air, a sense that something extraordinary was about to unfold.

Ash clenched his fists, feeling his nails dig into his palms as he took a deep breath. There was no room for hesitation. He had to give it his all.

"Aeolus, use Rain Dance!" he commanded.