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Pokémon: This Ash has a Chat Group with Parallel Ashs In It

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On the day Ash became a Pokémon Trainer, a chat group arrived, filled with his parallel selves! Champion Ash: Pokémon can't be left alone; they need to be properly nourished and trained according to specific guidelines. Aura Hero Ash: That's not how you catch Pokémon. You have to hit them hard and beat them until they accept you. Breeder Ash: Tame Pokémon with food, breed them with food. Tactician Ash: Do you know how to play against them? Do you know how to rotate? Can you form a weather team? Can you defend against poison? Step aside, it's my turn. ... Rejoice! He possesses all of Ash's innate abilities, transcending time and space to become the almighty Trainer! Now before you stands the Almighty King—Ash! THIS IS A TRANSLATION. Support Me at Pat Reon 40 Advanced chapters at: [email protected]/AVRKingsTL Replace @ with a. Image is not Mine.
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