"Are you kidding me? That's Pikachu! Sure, in theory, any Pokémon can reach Champion-tier or even Legendary potential, but that's just theory—no one's ever achieved it in practice!"
Lord Glacienne exclaimed in disbelief, staring at the screen.
Because Ash's Pikachu hadn't battled publicly very often, many assumed it was just a companion that followed him around. Who could have imagined that this cute, cheerful little Pokémon standing on his shoulder was actually Champion-level?
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On the Arena
"Pikachu, huh? Going for type advantage, are we?"
Nathan Glacienne adjusted his glasses, narrowing his eyes.
"According to my data, Pikachu is the least documented member of your team, but that shouldn't be a problem."
With a flick of his wrist, Nathan threw his Poké Ball.
A flash of white light burst open, revealing an Cloyster on the field. Compared to Kona's, Nathan's Cloyster was still young, but its aura was unmistakably that of a King-tier Pokémon.
The referee raised the flag. "Begin!"
Immediately, a bright beam of light formed on Cloyster's horn. The beam swept across the battlefield, spreading a freezing mist. Within moments, the entire rocky arena was covered in a glimmering sheet of ice.
Commentator: "Nathan's Cloyster has used Ice Beam to freeze the rocky terrain! He's converting the battlefield into an ice field to gain an advantage! But Pikachu relies on speed—on this slippery surface, how will it dodge Cloyster's attacks?"
Ash watched silently, then nodded with approval. "Smart. He noticed the terrain disadvantage right away. If I were him, I'd have done the same."
"Cloyster, use Water Pulse!" Nathan commanded sharply.
A sphere of shimmering blue energy gathered at Cloyster's horn, pulsing with immense pressure before launching forward. The wave crashed across the ice, surging straight toward Pikachu.
"If it were any ordinary Pikachu, that would work," Ash said calmly. "But unfortunately for you… this isn't ordinary. Pikachu—Shave!"
With a thunderous crack, Pikachu's legs struck the icy ground. In a flash of movement, its figure vanished—only an explosion of shattered ice marked where it had stood.
The audience gasped.
Commentator: "Incredible! Pikachu just disappeared from sight! That speed—unbelievable!"
This wasn't Agility—it was something else.
"Shave," as Ash called it, was a unique speed technique he had developed. By repeatedly channeling force into its legs and bursting forward in rapid steps, Pikachu could achieve blinding acceleration. The resulting shockwaves even cracked the ice beneath it.
"What—?! That speed!" Nathan shouted, momentarily stunned. But he quickly recovered and began furiously typing commands into his laptop.
"Whoa!!!"
"Pikachu's so fast! You can't even see it!"
The crowd's excitement filled the arena. In Kanto, Pikachu had long been regarded as a weak Pokémon. To see one moving faster than the eye could follow shattered that myth completely.
Back in the viewing room, Lord Glacienne was speechless.
"Impossible… not even my instruments can track that movement! That's not just Agility—it's something else entirely."
"That," said Skye Draconis, folding his arms, "is Shave. A technique Ash developed himself. It pushes the limits of a Pokémon's physical ability—something only those at the peak of King-tier could even attempt."
Professor Oak chuckled proudly.
"You really hit the jackpot, Masao. Your granddaughter's Garchomp and Lucario both learned Shave from Ash. He trained them personally."
"Truly?" Masao Yoto's eyes lit up. The stronger his granddaughter was, the more stable her reign as Sinnoh Champion would be. For Cynthia to have accepted that training, it meant even she acknowledged Ash's mastery.
And that—was saying something.
Even if Cynthia herself possessed the "Shave" technique, she wouldn't dare claim it as her own. Anyone caught stealing or replicating another Trainer's unique technique faced severe punishment—sometimes even the death penalty.
Of course, simply analyzing or understanding a move through observation wasn't considered theft. But to claim ownership of a technique without permission was a different matter entirely.
That was why Masao Yoto would never dare have any designs on Ash's "Shave." The Draconis and Oak families stood as two of Kanto's greatest powers—offending them would be a death wish.
Nathan's eyes narrowed. "Ice attacks have no effect on his Pikachu. Judging by its speed, Cloyster can't keep up. The only option now is to limit its movement speed."
He adjusted his glasses and typed furiously on his laptop. "Cloyster, use Toxic Spray!"
At his command, Cloyster's shell snapped open. From the jagged edges of its armor, jets of purple poison mist burst forth, spreading rapidly across the icy field. The noxious clouds shimmered faintly, filling the air with a paralytic haze.
"Pika!"
Pikachu darted left and right, leaving behind multiple afterimages as it tried to evade the spreading toxin. But as the area filled with poison, its movements gradually slowed. It finally came to a halt atop an icy boulder, breathing calmly—completely unshaken.
Commentator: "Cloyster's toxic mist has spread across the entire battlefield! Pikachu's speed is visibly dropping! Could this be Nathan Glacienne's counter to Ash's Shave technique?"
The camera zoomed in on Pikachu, its fur bristling with static electricity. Though cornered, its eyes gleamed with defiance.
Ash smirked. "You think slowing it down will save you? Pikachu—show them what real speed looks like!"
"Pika… CHUUU!!!"
In that instant, arcs of lightning erupted from Pikachu's body, vaporizing the poison around it. The entire arena blazed with light as electricity danced across the frozen field.
The crowd erupted in cheers, their disbelief turning into wild excitement.
Back in the viewing room, Lord Glacienne clenched his fist, unable to hide his awe.
"That's… insane. It neutralized the toxins using pure electrical discharge! How much control over power does that require?"
Skye Draconis smiled faintly. "Ash's Pikachu has spent years honing its control. It's not just fast—it's precise. That's the difference between raw power and mastery."
Professor Oak chuckled proudly. "That boy's been pushing limits since Pallet Town. Guess some habits never change."
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