Chapter - 5 : Big day
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As the morning sun streamed through the windows, Zack sat at the breakfast table with his family, savoring each bite of his meal. The familiar sounds of clinking cutlery and soft chatter filled the room. Suddenly, his mother, Lucy Liver, fixed her gaze upon him, her eyes filled with anticipation. "Are you ready, Zack? Today is big day!" she exclaimed.
Zack paused, his spoon clinking against the plate as he looked up at his mother. Nervousness flickered across his face, evident in his restless demeanor. He had spent a restless night, his mind consumed with thoughts of what lay ahead. Despite the sleepless night, he mustered a smile and replied, "Yes, Mom, I've been eagerly anticipating this day for the past 15 years."
John Liver,Zack's father, folded the newspaper he was reading and set it aside, his eyes filled with unwavering support. "Zack, you don't need to worry, even if you don't awaken. We are here for you, no matter what," he reassured, his voice filled with fatherly warmth.
Joey, his face covered with honey from his breakfast, nodded enthusiastically, his eyes sparkling with admiration for his older brother. "That's right, brother! We're right behind you!" he chimed in, attempting to give a serious expression despite the sticky mess on his face. Amused by his little brother's adorable antics, Zack playfully pinched Joey's cheek, causing him to squirm and retaliate with a mock glare. The room filled with laughter as their parents joined in the lighthearted moment.
With a confident smile, Zack raised his fist in a determined gesture. "No need to worry, everyone. I will awaken, I promise," he declared, his voice resonating with conviction. The unwavering support of his family fueled his determination, providing him with the strength and confidence he needed to face the challenges that awaited him.
With his breakfast finished, Zack stood up from the table, slinging his bag over his shoulder. He turned to his parents and younger brother, waving goodbye with a mix of excitement and nerves. "See you later, Mom, Dad, and Joey! I'm off to school!" he called out,
As he stepped outside the house, the warm rays of the morning sun greeted him. The fresh air filled his lungs, invigorating his spirit for the day ahead. Zack walked briskly along the familiar path that led him to school, his mind buzzing with thoughts of the big day that awaited him.
The streets were alive with the hustle and bustle of the morning rush. People hurried by, immersed in their own routines and responsibilities.He can see several pokemons along with their trainers .
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Zack couldn't help but reminisce about a secret he carried with him, one that fueled his confidence in awakening as a Pokemon trainer. It all began when he was 13 years old during a visit to his grandparents' home. While exploring the nearby mountain with his friends, he accidentally lost his way, and fear gripped his heart.
To his misfortune, a flock of Spearows attacked him, their sharp beaks and menacing cries sending shivers down his spine. Fueled by desperation, Zack sprinted through the wilderness, desperately trying to escape. In his haste, he stumbled and found himself plunging into the river's cold embrace.
When he awoke, disoriented and soaked, he discovered himself surrounded by concerned villagers. Overwhelmed by the ordeal, Zack fainted once more, only to regain consciousness in a hospital room. Fortunately, his injuries were not severe, and he was discharged the same day.
Returning home, he felt a peculiar bulge in his pants pocket.Zack reached in and retrieved a small stone . As he held the small stone in his hands, a surge of curiosity overwhelmed him. Its smooth surface reflected the light, enticing him to investigate further. With a cautious grip, he peered closely at the stone, only to be greeted by a dazzling flash of brilliance that engulfed his vision.
Temporarily blinded by the intense light, Zack shielded his eyes until the radiance subsided. When he was able to see again, he was perplexed to find that the stone had lost its former luster, appearing no different from an ordinary pebble.
As Zack turned his gaze towards the window, his breath caught in his throat. To his astonishment, the world outside seemed transformed. Information about various Pokemon, their potential, and the moves they possessed floated in the air, seamlessly merging with reality. It was as if a hidden veil had been lifted, revealing a hidden layer of knowledge that only he could perceive.
A mix of excitement and apprehension coursed through his veins. The newfound ability to discern Pokemon details was a secret he chose to guard closely, fearing the consequences of sharing such a unique and potentially dangerous gift.
Startled by the sudden hand on his shoulder, Zack snapped out of his reverie and turned to see his childhood buddy, Joseph Rizler, standing beside him. Joseph's concerned expression mirrored his own thoughts.
"Hey, Zack, what's on your mind? You seem lost in your thoughts," Joseph remarked, his voice filled with genuine curiosity. "Are you feeling nervous too?"
Zack let out a sigh, grateful for Joseph's understanding. "Yeah, Joey, I can't shake off the nerves. I barely slept a wink last night."
Sympathetically, Joseph nodded and placed a reassuring hand on Zack's shoulder. "I get it, man. It's a big day for all of us. But remember, we've come a long way together. We've trained, we've prepared. We've got this."
Zack managed a weak smile, appreciating Joseph's comforting presence. "You're right, Joey".
With their shared determination, Zack and Joseph exchanged a reassuring look, finding solace in each other's support. As they continued their journey to the school, Zack felt a renewed sense of confidence.