Energised by Mrs. Tanoshi's encouragement, Ishi bounded towards the door of the classroom, his mind buzzing with plans and possibilities. He was so focused on the ideas swirling in his head that he missed the mischievous glint in Senpei and Ivy's eyes as he approached the classroom door.

Just as Ishi stepped through the threshold, there was a sudden whoosh above him followed by a cold splash. A bucket, precariously balanced on top of the door, tipped over, drenching him from head to toe. For a moment, the world seemed to pause as Ishi stood frozen, water dripping down his face and soaking into his clothes.

Then, the silence was broken by peals of laughter. Turning his head, Ishi saw Senpei and Ivy hiding around the corner, unable to contain their giggles. The sight of their laughing faces and the absurdity of the situation cracked Ishi's initial shock, and a wide, mischievous grin spread across his face.

"Oh, you two are going to get it now!" Ishi exclaimed, his tone playful yet feigned outrage. With a spirited yell, he launched into a chase, water squelching in his shoes with every step. Senpei and Ivy squealed with delight and dashed away, their laughter echoing down the hallway.

The chase was spirited and full of twists and turns. Ivy was quick, darting behind columns and blackboards, while Senpei used his longer legs to try and outpace Ishi. But Ishi, fueled by a mix of mock anger and genuine amusement, was relentless. His recent lessons in agility and speed at the Ninja School served him well, allowing him to close the gap.

Finally, after several minutes of playful pursuit, Ishi managed to corner them at the end of a hallway. They stood there, panting and laughing, their earlier mischief replaced by a shared camaraderie.

"Okay, okay, you got us!" Senpei managed between breaths, raising his hands in surrender.

"Yeah, truce?" Ivy added, her eyes sparkling with fun.

Ishi paused, pretending to consider their offer, then burst out laughing. "Truce," he agreed, and they all collapsed into a giggling heap, their earlier run leaving them breathless but happy.

As they walked back towards their homes, clothes still damp and spirits high, Ishi couldn't help but feel a warmth that went beyond the water soaking through his clothes. It was the warmth of friendship, the kind that made every adventure, every mishap, something to cherish. And as they discussed plans for the next day, with promises of more pranks and laughter, Ishi knew that these moments with his friends were just as important as any lesson learned in the classroom.

The door creaked softly behind him as Ishi stepped into the quiet of the house. The usual bustling energy that filled the space when his parents were home was absent, replaced by a calm stillness. He shrugged off his small satchel and made his way to the kitchen for a quick snack - some dried berries and a slice of honeycomb, remnants of this morning's market visit.

Satisfied, Ishi trotted up to his room. His small room was adorned with various Pokémon carvings, a stark contrast to the traditional Ninja Village decor elsewhere in the house. He cleared a small area on the floor and began his daily exercise routine. Careful not to overexert his young body, he started with raised push ups, using his bed frame for support, followed by decline pushups with his feet elevated on a low stool. After a series of sit-ups and squats, Ishi felt a pleasant warmth in his muscles, a gentle reminder of his growing strength and agility.

Although this was not enough to warrant him gaining a point in his stats, he liked to believe it would still add to them at some point and be beneficial to him in the long run.

Breathing evenly, Ishi walked over to his wooden desk where the parchment lay rolled out, the ink of Mr. Suru’s teachings still stark against its weathered surface. He unrolled it carefully, his eyes tracing over the detailed instructions for crafting an acorn Pokéball. These ancient tools, he knew from his video game experiences back on Earth, were precursors to the modern Pokéballs. Legends Arceus had hinted at their origins, but Mr. Suru's explanations had filled in many gaps, giving Ishi a tangible connection to his beloved franchise’s deeper lore.

As he reviewed the steps, Ishi imagined himself crafting multiple Pokéballs, not limited by the conventional six-Pokémon team. The freedom to capture and interact with more Pokémon was exhilarating to consider, promising a broader adventure than most trainers ever even dreamt of.

Lost in thought, Ishi was suddenly pulled back to reality not by a sound, but by a subtle shift in the air - a warmth that signalled someone’s presence. Curiosity piqued, he crept downstairs.

In the kitchen, his mother, Shion, was humming a tune, her figure silhouetted against the evening light spilling through the open window. Her smile widened as she noticed Ishi on the stairs.

“There’s my little ninja,” she called out, her voice rich with affection. “Come here, you. Did you conquer any grand quests in your room?”

Ishi grinned and bounded down the last few steps. “Maybe,” he replied playfully. “I was learning how to make Pokéballs. Mr. Suru’s method - it’s really fascinating!”

Shion wiped her hands on her apron and knelt to be at eye level with him. “That sounds wonderful, Ishi. You’ll have to show me once you’ve made one. I bet they could even capture a clever boy like you.”

Laughing, Ishi nodded eagerly. “It’s a deal! I’ll make the best Pokéball ever, just you wait. Maybe I’ll catch a Pokémon to help around the house, too.”

“That would be a sight, though you know you aren't allowed to have a pokemon until your coming of age ceremony” Shion chuckled, ruffling his hair affectionately. “Now, how about you help me with dinner? We can catch up more over the stove.”

As they set about preparing the evening meal together, Ishi felt a comforting sense of home envelop him.

Shion's eyes twinkled with pride as she watched Ishi expertly handle the kitchen knife. "So, you were serious about making your own Pokéball, weren’t you? Mr. Suru’s teachings must have really inspired you.”

Ishi nodded enthusiastically, carefully placing the chopped vegetables into a bowl. "Yes! He showed us the whole process, and it’s fascinating how people used to make them. I’ve written down everything. I think I can actually do it, make one myself.”

"That's quite the ambition," Shion said, stirring the pot before her. "And what will you do once you’ve made your Pokéball? Start catching Pokémon all on your own?”

"Maybe," Ishi mused, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "But I think my first try will just be about getting it right. Maybe I can catch something helpful, like a Pokémon that could make gardening easier for Dad or help fetch things for you.”

Shion laughed, the sound echoing warmly through the kitchen. "Always thinking of others, aren’t you? Just remember, every Pokémon you catch is a new responsibility. You’ll need to care for it just like it helps us."

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Ishi paused, his expression turning thoughtful. "I know, Mum. I want to be ready for it. I think it’ll help me grow, too, by taking care of someone else.”

"Well," Shion said as she added a pinch of herbs to the pot, "speaking of caring, how about you take care of setting the table? Dinner’s almost ready.”

"Can do!" Ishi chirped, wiping his hands on a cloth before gathering plates and cutlery. As he set each place at the table, his mind raced with possibilities of which Pokémon might one day be sitting with them, a direct result of his crafting efforts.

Shion watched him for a moment, her heart swelling with a mixture of pride and a touch of sadness at how quickly he was growing up. "You know," she began, her voice softening, "whatever you decide to do, whether it’s crafting Pokéballs or something else entirely, your father and I will always support you. We believe in you, Ishi.”

Ishi looked up from the table, his brown eyes meeting her gaze steadily. "Thanks, Mum. That means a lot to me. I really want to make you both proud."

"You already have," Shion replied, reaching out to squeeze his shoulder. "Now, let’s finish up here. I’m hungry, and your father will be home any minute. He’ll want to hear all about your Pokéball plans, too.”

As Ishi finished setting the last plate on the table, he paused, looking back towards his mother with a thoughtful expression. "Mum, even if I learn to make a Pokéball, I can't officially have my own Pokémon until the coming of age ceremony, When I turn eight, right?”

Shion nodded, placing a steaming dish of stew in the centre of the table. "That's right, Ishi. It's an important tradition in Ninja Village. Owning a Pokémon is a big responsibility, and the ceremony is our way of recognizing when a young ninja is ready to start that journey."

Ishi’s brows furrowed slightly. "But if I can make a Pokéball earlier, could I still practise? Maybe help out with the Pokémon the village already cares for?”

"That sounds like a reasonable request," Shion mused, considering his words carefully. "You could learn a lot by helping others with their Pokémon. It would give you a sense of what’s involved, without breaking our traditions."

Excitement flickered across Ishi's face. "Really? Do you think Dad would be okay with that?"

"I'm sure he would," Shion replied with a reassuring smile. "But you'll need to show him and the other elders that you're serious about this, that you're committed and respectful of our ways.”

Ishi nodded eagerly. "I will! I can start by showing that I can craft a Pokéball. It could be a way to show everyone that I'm ready to learn more about Pokémon, even before I'm old enough to have one of my own."

Shion watched him for a moment, pride shining in her eyes. "I believe in you, Ishi. Just remember, being a ninja isn't just about the skills you learn - it's also about the wisdom to know when and how to use them.”

As they heard the familiar footsteps of Haku returning home, Ishi’s heart swelled with determination. Tonight, he would share his plans with his father, hoping to gain his approval to move forward with his idea.

His father, Haku, barely had time to set down his things before Ishi launched himself into his arms with a joyful tackle-hug.

"Whoa there, champ!" Haku laughed, steadying himself and returning Ishi's enthusiastic embrace. "Seems like someone missed me today!”

Ishi grinned up at him. "I've got so much to tell you, Dad! You won't believe what I learned today!" Without waiting for a response, Ishi grabbed his father’s hand and tugged him towards the dining room.

Shion looked up from where she was setting the last of the dishes on the table, her face lighting up at the sight of her husband. "Welcome home, love," she said, walking over to give Haku a quick kiss. "Dinner's just ready.”

As Haku took his seat at the table, Ishi practically bounced in place next to him, the dishes of steaming food momentarily forgotten in his eagerness. Shion served the food, and the family began to eat, the familiar, comforting aromas filling the room.

Catching his mother’s knowing smile and subtle nod, Ishi took a deep breath and turned to his father, his voice bubbling with excitement. "Dad, I learned how to make Pokéballs today! From scratch, like the ancient ninjas did with acorns and stuff. Mr. Suru taught us, and I wrote it all down!”

Haku raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued even as he continued to eat. "Is that so?" he asked, shooting a quick, amused glance at Shion, who responded with a slight, encouraging smile.

"And what do you plan to do with this knowledge, hm?" Haku continued, his voice mixing curiosity with a hint of challenge.

Ishi rushed into his explanation, outlining his plan to practise crafting Pokéballs. As he spoke, Haku interjected occasionally, his tone practical yet gentle. "But, Ishi, do you even have the materials you need for this?" he asked at one point, exchanging a more serious look with Shion, who subtly furrowed her brows in concern but remained silent, letting Haku lead the questioning.

"Crafting Pokéballs is a skilled job. Are you sure you'll have the knack for it?" Haku added, his gaze flicking back to Shion, who gave a small nod, signalling her trust in Ishi’s determination.

Both questions made Ishi pause, but he addressed each concern with thoughtful consideration that impressed his parents. "I can gather the materials, and I can start small, maybe just try making one to see if I can do it. Mrs. Tanoshi said it takes patience and practice."

When Ishi finished, Haku leaned back, sharing a long, evaluative look with Shion, who nodded subtly. "Well," Haku finally said, turning back to Ishi with a decision in his eyes, "I can see you've thought about this quite a bit. I’ll discuss it with your mother tonight, and if we agree, I'll speak to Chief Hanzo about it. But it will have to wait until after the storm passes. We don't want to add more to his plate right now.”

Ishi’s face lit up with hope. "Really? You’ll talk to him?"

Haku smiled, ruffling his son's dark blue hair. "Yes, I will. But only if we decide it’s the right step forward. For now, let's focus on getting through the storm safely, and then we can think about Pokéball crafting, alright?"

"Alright, Dad," Ishi agreed, his heart swelling with gratitude and excitement. The meal continued amidst discussions of the upcoming storm preparations, but Ishi’s mind was already dancing with possibilities, his dreams of crafting his own Pokéball inching closer to reality.

***

The house was quiet, the only sounds were the soft whispers of wind against the shutters and the distant call of a Noctowl. Haku and Shion lay in their room, the glow from a single candle flickering shadows across the walls.

Haku turned his head to look at Shion, his voice low and concerned. “The storm is likely to hit us hard in a couple of days. Hanzo plans to notify everyone tomorrow. We’ll need all hands on deck to secure the village.”

Shion nodded, her eyes reflecting the flicker of candlelight. “I know. It’s going to be a tough few days. The children will need to stay indoors. It could be a good time for Ishi to work on his crafting inside.”

A sigh escaped Haku as he considered their son’s request earlier that evening. “About that - do you really think we should encourage him? He’s so young, and yet he’s diving headlong into these crafts. It’s not usual for someone his age.”

Shion shifted slightly, turning to face her husband. “I think it’s good for him, Haku. He’s curious and intelligent, and he needs something to keep his mind engaged, especially with the storm coming. Besides, crafting his own Pokéball could be a constructive way to learn responsibility.”

Haku was silent for a moment, the weight of his role as both a father and an elder in the village pressing on him. “It’s not just about him crafting a Pokéball, though. He wants to interact more with Pokémon, learn the ways of a trainer before he’s even of age. That’s going to take some convincing with the elders. They’re traditionalists, you know that.”

“But they also respect initiative and skill,” Shion countered gently. “If Ishi can demonstrate that he can craft a Pokéball responsibly, it might sway them. It shows respect for our traditions and the creativity to adapt them.”

“True,” Haku conceded, running a hand through his pale blue hair. “I’ll talk to Hanzo after the storm, see if we can arrange a small demonstration or something. If Ishi can prove his ability, I don’t see why they wouldn’t consider it.”

“That’s all we can ask for,” Shion said, reaching out to squeeze his hand. “Let’s support him in this. It could be the making of him as a ninja and a trainer.”

Haku nodded, the lines of worry easing slightly on his face. “Alright. We’ll prepare for the storm first, then tackle this challenge. Ishi has a bright future ahead. We need to nurture that light, not hide it.” the irony of a ninja saying this was not lost on him as he chucked at his own statement.

As they lay back down, the conversation shifted to more immediate concerns about securing their home and helping their neighbours. But underneath the talk of the storm, there was a current of excitement for their son’s potential, a shared belief in his unique path.