Ash the Dragon Specialist

Interlude VIII: Ares' P.O.V

My body felt different, more powerful. It was the day after my evolution from a Jangmo-o to a Hakamo-o, and I was still getting used to this newfound strength and body. My scales, once small and unassuming, were now larger and more pronounced. I flexed my limbs, feeling the energy coursing through them.

As a bipedal, reptilian pokemon, I had a more upright posture. I gazed down at the water in the fountain and stared at my angular, red eyes, which seemed to carry an extra gleam of determination. The small spikes on my snout, like teeth, felt intriguing to touch. My neck now boasted two circular, light yellow scales with darker edges, and the feathers on my head and shoulders added a touch of elegance to my appearance.

What excited me most was my clawed appendages. I had three yellow claws on each arm, ready to take on any challenge. I extended them, feeling the weight and power they held. My tail, too, was different. At its tip, a small, circular scale now resided. I flicked it playfully, admiring its design.

The world seemed filled with new possibilities. My movements were different, more agile and commanding. I took a few steps, each stride exuding strength and grace. I couldn't help but let out a joyful roar, my way of celebrating my evolution. I just couldn't contain my excitement. My newly evolved body felt like a powerhouse, and now, something amazing had happened. My egg moves, including Focus Punch, were unlocked after the evolution. I couldn't wait to test this new, powerful move.

Positioning myself, I concentrated deeply. The aura of Fighting-type energy began to envelop me. It was unlike anything I had experienced before. It surged through my veins, each pulse stronger than the last. I felt as if I were channeling the raw strength of a warrior. As my arm began to glow a vibrant light blue, I marveled at the power it held. The energy gathering in my fist felt like a reservoir of might.

I was ready.

The tree stood before me, and it was time to unleash this newfound strength. With a swift motion, I thrust my glowing arm forward, and in an instant, I vanished from sight. But it didn't stop there. I reappeared in front of the tree, charged with even more energy. With all the force and determination I could muster, I threw my punch. The impact was astounding. The surge of power released was phenomenal, and I could feel it resonating with the target. It was like a tempest, a cataclysmic force of energy. The tree shattered into million of pieces by the sheer might of the Focus Punch.

I roared in triumph, feeling the adrenaline rush and the rush of power that the move had unleashed. My heart raced, and I could feel the vibrations of the attack coursing through my entire body. It was an incredible sensation, and I couldn't wait to explore more of my abilities and the moves that had been unlocked after my evolution. As I stood there, my chest heaving with exhilaration, I knew that this was just the beginning. My journey as a Hakamo-o was bound to be filled with awe-inspiring battles, and I was more than ready to embrace the challenges and surprises that lay ahead.

I rapidly turned around when I heard clapping, I beamed happily when I saw Dad standing there, wearing a proud smile and clapping. Dad's applause filled me with pride. It was a heartwarming moment, his encouragement giving me a burst of energy that I hadn't felt before. As he clapped, I couldn't help but puff out my chest in response, a broad, toothy grin spreading across my face.

"That's my baby boy," Dad cheered with a twinkle in his eye. His voice was full of genuine excitement, and I could feel the warmth of his pride washing over me. "Though, you are no longer a baby, are you?" he chuckled, his eyes filled with a mixture of nostalgia and pride. My heart swelled at the affection in his gaze.

With the Pokedex in hand, he approached me, and I stood tall and still, ready to be scanned. It was a familiar routine; Dad had been doing this since the day I hatched from my pokemon egg. I was well accustomed to these check-ins, and each time, I felt like I was showing him my growth. Dad's fingers danced across the Pokedex's screen as he scanned my new form. The device emitted a soft, pleasant hum, confirming it was processing my data. A moment later, the screen displayed my updated information.