pokemon · ash ketchum · misty · brock · anime · adventure · water type · gym leader · world champion · entomophobia
The first light of dawn tinged the sky above Pallet Town in pale gold, stretching long shadows across the dew-damp grass. Ash Ketchum was a whirlwind of frantic motion, stuffing loose items into his pack. Misty stood rigid a few feet away, her arms tightly crossed and one foot tapping a sharp, impatient rhythm. Brock simply sighed, the sound heavy with resigned familiarity. The air carried the crisp scent of a coming journey, but it was undercut by a crackling tension. Ash finally straightened, patting his bag, and his face fell. Misty's eyes narrowed to slits. "You forgot your Pokéballs, potions, and even your Pokédex!" she hissed, the words cutting through the quiet. "What, exactly, did you remember to bring, you?"