Leon Ashford's Brilliant™ Six-Month Plan
Leon Ashford sat cross-legged on the floor of his cramped room, staring intensely at the small, orange Pokémon in front of him.
"Tor… chic?"
Torchic tilted its head.
Leon clenched his fist.
"I won't lose again."
The memory replayed in his mind on loop—
Alex's calm face.
That damned Aron.
The laughter.
The pity in people's eyes.
Leon's jaw tightened.
It wasn't my fault.
He stood up abruptly, knocking over a chair.
"It's because I don't have enough time… enough resources… enough strength!"
Torchic flinched slightly.
Leon took a deep breath and forced a smile.
"Don't worry, buddy. I'll make you strong. Stronger than everyone else."
Leon's Six-Month Master Plan (According to Leon)
Leon pulled out a notebook titled, in bold messy letters:
"ROAD TO CHAMPION (NO LOSERS ALLOWED)"
He flipped it open.
Plan:
Train Torchic every single day Focus on speed and firepower Enter every possible public training ground Make powerful friends in the academy Prove everyone wrong—especially Alex Runcandel
Leon nodded to himself.
"Perfect."
Torchic blinked.
Leon ignored the silence and continued.
"I'll push you harder than anyone else pushes their Pokémon. Pain is temporary. Glory is forever."
Torchic took a hesitant step back.
Reckless Training Begins
The very next morning—
Leon dragged Torchic to a public training field before sunrise.
"Run laps!"
Torchic ran.
"Again!"
Torchic panted.
"Again!"
Nearby trainers exchanged looks.
"…Isn't that a bit much for a beginner Pokémon?"
Leon snapped back, "Champions aren't born from comfort!"
Torchic stumbled.
Leon frowned.
"Get up."
Torchic struggled back to its feet.
From that moment on, Leon trained like a man possessed.
No proper recovery.
No balanced nutrition.
No understanding of Pokémon limits.
Just obsession.
The Obsession Grows
At night, Leon lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling.
Alex Runcandel…
Why did everything feel wrong after that match?
Why did his chest feel empty?
Why did opportunities keep slipping away?
He coughed softly, a metallic taste lingering in his mouth.
"…Must be stress."
He brushed it off.
Aetherfall Royal Pokémon Academy — Acceptance Letter
Three days later—
Leon ripped open a sleek envelope with shaking hands.
Congratulations, Leon Ashford.
You have been accepted into
Aetherfall Royal Pokémon Academy
Trainer Course
Leon froze.
Then laughed.
A loud, slightly unhinged laugh.
"I knew it. I knew it!"
Torchic chirped happily.
Leon clenched the letter.
"Alex… Cornelia… Euphemia…"
"I'll meet all of you there."
His eyes burned with ambition.
"At the academy, talent matters more than background."
He looked down at Torchic.
"And when I become a champion…"
A dangerous smile spread across his face.
"…they'll regret ever looking down on me."
Somewhere Far Away…
Inside a quiet, timeless dimension—
Dialga opened its eyes.
The flow of time trembled slightly.
"…Reckless," it murmured.
System Log (Unseen)
Warning:
Protagonist Leon Ashford has begun a high-risk growth path.
Probability of self-destruction: Increasing
Leon Ashford believed he was walking toward glory.
In reality—
He had just taken his first irreversible step toward collapse.