The morning training session lasted only one hour.
Yet by the time that hour ended, Ash had already relearned all ultimate techniques of Jujutsu.
Of course, the transitions between moves weren't perfectly smooth yet.
His attack speed wasn't particularly fast.
His strikes lacked the razor-sharp explosiveness of a seasoned master.
The pressure and momentum behind his attacks were still insufficient.
But none of that mattered.
In just a single hour, he had successfully relearned all major techniques.
Every movement was correct.
Every stance was accurate.
Every sequence was complete.
What remained was simply a matter of proficiency.
A matter of repetition.
A matter of time.
And that was after only one hour.
Everything had only just begun.
The efficiency alone was already astonishing.
Furthermore, people in the Pokémon world naturally possessed physiques far superior to ordinary humans from Earth.
And among them, the residents of Pallet Town were particularly renowned for their incredible physical strength.
On top of that, Ash's body had been continuously strengthened through the cultivation of both Aura Power and the Viridian Blessing.
As his supernatural abilities advanced, his body had likewise been nourished and enhanced.
More importantly, long before he officially began developing Aura combat techniques, he had already been preparing for this day.
Although he hadn't been practicing Jujutsu itself, he had consistently trained his body while helping his Pokémon train.
Everything had been laying the foundation for this moment.
Taking all of those factors together—
Once his Jujutsu reached mastery, even without Aura augmentation, Ash's physical abilities combined with his combat techniques would already be formidable.
Bare-handedly capturing Legendary Pokémon might still be a bit of an exaggeration.
But wrestling a Machoke?
Trading blows with a Machamp?
That wasn't entirely impossible.
As for ordinary Fighting-type Pokémon such as Mankey or Machop?
They would hardly pose a challenge.
Even stronger opponents like Primeape, Hitmonchan, or Hitmonlee might not be beyond his ability to defeat.
In short—
The future looked incredibly bright.
And Ash was very confident in himself.
After the morning training session ended, Ash made his usual rounds to the Dashiwan Valley and Stone Bridge clinics, treating the wild Pokémon that had gathered there.
Only afterward did he return home with his Pokémon for breakfast.
"Ash, I've already prepared lunch and put it in the refrigerator. Mom's heading out now."
Since she needed to take care of the flower shop in Viridian City, Delia had already eaten breakfast herself by the time Ash returned.
Not only that, she had even finished preparing his lunch in advance.
"Okay."
After answering, Ash began preparing breakfast for his Pokémon.
While they ate, he headed into the bathroom for a quick shower.
After spending an hour practicing Jujutsu on the beach, he was covered in sweat.
And it was only after stepping in front of the bathroom mirror that he noticed something he hadn't paid much attention to before.
Thanks to his long-term training, his body had changed considerably.
Well-defined abdominal muscles had begun to appear.
The muscle lines in his arms were clear and distinct.
Viewed objectively, the current Ash could be described as a handsome little boy with an athletic physique.
Cute.
But also undeniably cool.
"And even my... capital is steadily growing."
Glancing at his reflection, Ash wasn't quite sure what to say.
The only conclusion he could reach was that, aside from his love for Pokémon, he had become increasingly different from the Ash of the original anime.
...
Since he still had training planned for the morning, Ash only took a quick rinse before leaving the bathroom.
After breakfast, he had Rotom contact Melanie at the Pokémon Sanctuary and arrange for several Pokémon to be transferred over to learn new moves.
Once everything was settled, he headed out again with Pikachu, Greninja, and the others.
The group made their way to the rocky riverbank outside Pallet Town.
Pikachu, Greninja, Pidgeot, and Fearow no longer required constant supervision.
Each of them understood their training plans perfectly.
As a result, Ash once again brought only Gyarados, Milotic, and Bulbasaur to the beach near the river estuary.
"System, scan Bulbasaur's status panel."
"Ding! Scanning. Please wait..."
[Pokémon: Bulbasaur]
Level: LV.15
Type: Grass / Poison
Nature: Calm, Strong Sense of Justice, Strong Sense of Responsibility
Ability: Overgrow
HP: 50
Attack: 52
Defense: 52
Special Attack: 70
Special Defense: 70
Speed: 50
Total: 344
Potential: Blue Potential
Moves (Copyable):
[Proficient]
Tackle
Vine Whip
Razor Leaf
[Skilled]
Growl
Growth
[Novice]
Leech Seed
Bulbasaur's panel was refreshingly simple.
Its level was still low.
It remained in its base evolutionary stage.
And its move pool contained only six moves.
Each day, Ash simply selected one of its six stats for focused training.
Then he picked two moves and had Bulbasaur repeatedly grind their proficiency.
Today's focus stat was stamina.
The assigned training involved repeatedly running back and forth across the sandy beach.
As for move training, the chosen moves were Tackle and Vine Whip.
Since Ash had already explained today's schedule during the morning session, there was no need to repeat himself.
The moment they arrived at the beach, Bulbasaur immediately began training on its own.
Meanwhile, Ash didn't waste any time either.
Removing his jacket, Ash stepped back into his stance.
"Hah!"
"Hah!"
"Hah!"
He drilled the fundamentals again and again.
Footwork.
Entries.
Balance breaking.
Throws.
Joint locks.
Counter-techniques.
Earlier that morning, he had already recovered the forms and principles he remembered.
What he lacked now was repetition.
Practice.
Refinement.
Instinct.
So he trained without pause.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Martial arts training was inherently boring.
Pokémon training was the same.
Whether it was grinding move proficiency or improving base stats, everything required endless repetition.
That was precisely why so many trainers preferred battling.
Even if they lost repeatedly.
Battles were exciting.
Training was tedious.
After all, most trainers didn't possess a system cheat like Ash's.
For them, progress came slowly.
Painfully slowly.
But for Ash's Pokémon, every completed move guaranteed proficiency gains.
Training always produced visible results.
Ash, however, couldn't enjoy such benefits when training himself.
The monotony hit him like a tidal wave.
Fortunately, having studied Jujutsu in his previous life, he already understood the price of mastery.
He knew how much patience was required.
How much repetition was necessary.
So he didn't find it unbearable.
In fact, compared to the snail-like progress he had made in his previous life, his improvement now was unbelievably fast.
The difference was night and day.
Nearby, Rotom hovered in the air, faithfully recording every training session.
After each complete set of forms, Ash reviewed the footage, corrected his mistakes, and refined his movements.
Then he practiced again.
And again.
And again.
Under the bright morning sun, while Gyarados and Milotic trained in the sea and Bulbasaur diligently ran across the beach, Ash himself was steadily advancing down a new path.
A path that belonged neither to Trainers nor Pokémon.
A path uniquely his own.
The path of Aura-powered Jujutsu.
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