By noon, the Dragonite's examination was finally complete. Beyond the fresh bruises from its clash with Pikachu, the team discovered a significant amount of internal injuries and accumulated toxins from its long life. Currently, the Joys and Chansey are working on its recovery, while Bill and Professor Oak—with Meowth acting as a weary translator—continue their dialogue with the titan.
"I see... so you can freely change your size? How did you acquire such an ability?" Bill asked, scribbling notes frantically.
"Laaa~"
"He says it's a technique he learned back in ancient times," Meowth explained. "Apparently, the environmental energy back then was different; it's almost impossible to learn now!"
Oak nodded, deep in thought. "And when you spoke of kin earlier... were you referring to other ancient Pokémon, or the modern Dragonite populations?"
"Laaa!"
"He says the modern Dragonite lineages are his direct descendants!"
Oak's eyes lit up. "If that's the case, this makes things much simpler. I'm well-acquainted with a certain family that has a deep bond with Dragonites. You and Ash should pay them a visit later."
"Laaa~"
Meowth froze for a second, then blinked. "Uh... Boss? He says he hopes his descendants have some outstanding individuals... and he's asking if we can find him a female Dragonite or Dragonair to start a new generation with..."
The surrounding researchers and trainers went silent.
Giovanni watched the scene with a stoic face, though inwardly he was savoring a very specific thought. He imagined the look on the face of Dragon Master from the Elite Four—Lance.
The Blackthorn Clan prides itself on its deep bond with the Dragonite line, Giovanni thought with a cold smirk. And yet, their literal Great Ancestor was just captured by my boy. Oh, this is too good.
"Matori," Giovanni whispered. "Make sure you record the details of this capture. I intend to use this to annoy a certain red-haired individual for the next decade."
"Understood, Boss," Matori replied, her face a mask of professional neutrality.
Inside the medical tent, Ash slowly blinked his eyes open. The first thing he felt was the soft, familiar sensation of a lap pillow. He looked up to see Daisy smiling down at him.
"What time is it, Daisy?"
"It's noon. Are you hungry? I can have someone bring you some food."
"Actually, yeah. I'm starving." Ash sat up, stretching his stiff muscles. As much as he enjoyed the lap pillow, he needed to check on Pikachu and the Dragonite. "How's Pikachu doing?"
"Rest easy. He woke up a while ago and is currently out playing."
"Good. I need to go see Dragonite..."
"Daisy! Is Ash awake? Giselle and I brought some lunch—oh! Ash, you're up!" Misty and Giselle entered the tent carrying trays of food.
"Perfect timing," Ash said, accepting the meal with a grateful nod. "Thanks, guys."
"Don't mention it," Misty said, though she cast a slightly wary glance at Daisy, who just winked at her playfully.
After finishing his meal, Ash headed outside. He found Professor Oak and Bill still badgering Meowth for translations.
"Honestly, you two... give Meowth a break," Ash sighed. "Have you even eaten yet?"
"Ah! Just a few more questions, Ash!"
"Meowth needs rest. Come here, buddy." Ash beckoned, and Meowth happily ditched the researchers to hide behind Ash's legs. Ash then turned to the Dragonite. "How are you feeling? Any discomfort?"
"Laaa~" The titan shook its head, indicating it was fine.
Ash turned to the Joy family head. "Ma'am, what's the status of the injuries?"
"There are quite a few," She replied seriously. "Old scars and toxic buildup in the muscle tissue from centuries of living in varied environments."
"Right. Then we'll do it the hard way." Ash reached into his bag and pulled out a small, ornate wooden box. Inside were several glowing spheres of concentrated medicine. The Dragonite's eyes widened; it leaned in, sniffing the box, and immediately focused on a deep blue sphere.
Ash understood. He picked up the blue sphere. "Open wide!"
As soon as the Dragonite swallowed the medicine, Ash's expression changed to one of urgent alarm. He grabbed Daisy, Misty, and Giselle by the arms.
"EVACUATE! EVERYBODY OUT! IT'S COMING OUT!!"
The researchers and Joys, trusting Ash's medical instincts, immediately bolted for the perimeter. However, one person was just returning from his despair run and hadn't heard the warning.
"Huh? Where is everyone going?" Brock asked, walking toward the lighthouse. "And why is the Dragonite making that face? It looks like it—"
SPLAT!!
A massive torrent of impurities—a mixture of toxic black and... well, dragon waste—erupted from the Dragonite's pores and digestive system simultaneously. Brock, who happened to be standing directly behind the titan's tail as it stood up to stretch, was caught in the center of the blast.
"GYAAAAAAAHHHH!!"
The group watched from a safe distance as Brock was essentially redecorated in a layer of dragon-grade fertilizer.
Ash winced as the soul-piercing scream reached them. "Wait... that's weird. The toxins and waste should be incredibly pungent, right?"
"IT SMELLS SO BAAAAD!!!" Brock shrieked, his voice echoing across the cliffs.
Ash looked at Daisy and nodded. "Yep. That sounds about right."
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