This chapter is pure professor oak bragging aboutr ash's achievements to daisy wanting to be matchmaker eventhough he got death threats from ash's wives.
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The world beyond Mt. Moon's shadowed depths felt like a distant dream, where champions descended like thunder and executives fled into the night, hearts pounding with the kind of fear that reshaped lives.
But back in the quiet heart of Kanto, where the air smelled of fresh grass and the sea breeze carried hints of adventure, life moved at a gentler pace. Pallet Town slumbered under a blanket of stars, its small houses dotted with warm window lights, the kind that promised family dinners and bedtime stories.
At the edge of town stood Professor Oak's laboratory a sprawling ranch of green fields, white-washed buildings, and Pokémon corrals buzzing with life even in the late hours.
Inside the main lab, the air was thick with the scent of polished wood, bubbling potions, and the faint, earthy musk of Pokémon habitats.
Fluorescent lights hummed softly overhead, casting a cozy glow on shelves lined with ancient Pokédex prototypes, fossil replicas, and stacks of research journals yellowed with age. In one corner, a group of Bulbasaur dozed in a sunlamp-lit enclosure, their vines twitching in dreams.
Professor Samuel Oak stood at his central workstation, his white coat slightly rumpled from a long day, but his eyes sparkled with that trademark excitement the kind that came from a lifetime chasing Pokémon mysteries.
His gray hair stuck out in wild tufts, and his face, lined with years of smiles and discoveries, broke into an even wider grin as he pored over a fresh stack of reports. These weren't just any notes; they were updates on Ash Ketchum, the boy who'd grown from a wide-eyed kid into something of a legend in just a year.
But Oak wasn't alone tonight. Leaning against the workstation, flipping through one of his journals with a thoughtful smile, was his granddaughter, Daisy Oak.
Daisy was the kind of woman who turned heads without trying beautiful in that effortless, sun-kissed way that came from a life spent outdoors among Pokémon. Her long, wavy blonde hair cascaded down her back like golden waves, often tied in a loose ponytail when she was deep in work, but tonight it hung free, framing a face with soft, high cheekbones and bright blue eyes that sparkled with curiosity. Her skin had a warm tan from hours in the ranch fields, and she moved with a graceful confidence, her slim figure dressed in a simple white blouse tucked into khaki pants, a lab coat draped over her shoulders like an afterthought.
At 24, she was already making waves in the Pokémon research world specializing in Pokémon nutrition and evolution patterns. Her passion wasn't just academic; it was personal.
Daisy had grown up in the lab, bottle-feeding orphaned Eevee and documenting how diet influenced Shiny variants. She loved the way Pokémon adapted, the subtle ways food and environment shaped their strengths. It wasn't about battles for her; it was about harmony, about helping them thrive. She'd published papers on berry-based diets for Grass-types, even consulted for breeders across Johto. But deep down, she dreamed of a partner who shared that fire who saw Pokémon not as tools, but as family.
Oak glanced up from his reports, his face lighting up like he'd just discovered a new species.
"Daisy! You won't believe the latest from Ash. That boy's been on a tear since he left Pallet. I swear, he's packing a lifetime of adventures into one year. Come here, take a look at this."
Daisy set the journal down, her blue eyes curious as she leaned over. She'd heard bits and pieces about Ash from her grandfather the kid from town who'd started his journey a bit later than most. But tonight, Oak seemed especially animated, his hands gesturing wildly as he pulled up holographic displays from his Pokédex network.
"Grandpa, you talk about Ash like he's the next big thing," Daisy said with a light laugh, her voice warm and teasing.
"What's he done now? Caught a Legendary or something?"
Oak's eyes twinkled. "Oh, better than that, my dear. Much better. Sit down; this is going to take a while. You know, I've always thought Ash had something special. The way he bonds with Pokémon it's not just training; it's like he speaks their language. And now? Well, let me start from the beginning."
He pulled up a timeline hologram, dots lighting up across a map of Kanto. Daisy settled into a chair, crossing her legs, genuinely intrigued. She loved these stories her grandfather's passion was infectious.
"First off, the boy's got an entrepreneurial streak I never saw coming," Oak began, zooming in on Pewter City.
"Not even a month into his journey, and he's starting a Pokémon food business. Can you believe it? He called it 'Ketchum's Kitchen' or something like that homemade blends using local berries and herbs. Started small, selling to trainers in Viridian Forest, but word spread fast. His recipes boosted Pokémon stamina, helped with evolution prep. I've got samples here tried one on a Squirtle the other day; the little guy was zooming around the corral like he'd chugged a dozen Energy Roots. Ash's charisma sold it too he'd chat up anyone, explain how the food matched their Pokémon's needs. Turned it into a side gig that funded his whole trip. Smart kid."
Daisy raised an eyebrow, smiling. "A food business? That's my wheelhouse. Sounds like he's got a knack for nutrition. What kind of blends?"
Oak chuckled. "Oh, all sorts Oran Berry bases for general health, Sitrus for recovery. He even experimented with rare stuff like Lansat for focus during battles. But that's just the start. His battle records? Unbelievable. The boy's only been out a year, and he's racking up wins like a veteran. Took down Brock's Onix with a Shiny Gyrados , Daisy!. Then he sololy defeated the waterflower sisters and he handled it like a pro. His charisma shines there too; trainers respect him because he respects Pokémon. No ego, just heart. I've seen videos opponents shake his hand after losses, say he taught them something. That's rare."
Daisy leaned forward, her interest piqued. She could picture it a young trainer with that kind of presence. "Sounds like he's got natural leadership. What about his catches? Grandpa, you always say the real mark of a trainer is the Pokémon they attract."
Oak's face lit up even more, if that was possible. He pulled up images holograms flickering to life of Ash's team.
"Ah, now we're talking rarities. Within that one year, the boy caught a bunch of Squirtles an entire squad, led by one with sunglasses. They were a gang of troublemakers, but Ash turned them around. Trained them into a firefighting unit for Pallet town charisma again, see? They adore him."
Daisy laughed softly. "Sunglasses on a Squirtle? That's adorable. He must have a way with wild ones."
"You have no idea," Oak continued, excitement building. "Then there's the Gastly family an entire evolutionary line: Gastly, Haunter, Gengar. But get this one of the Gastly talks. Actually talks, like a human! Ash befriended them in Lavender Tower. The talking one? Mischievous little guy, but loyal. Ash uses him for scouting ghosts phase through walls, you know. And the family they are pallets comedy skirt to help make an increase our towns livelihood."
Daisy's eyes widened, her scientific curiosity sparking. "A talking Gastly? That's unprecedented. Psychic link or something?"
Oak nodded eagerly. "Could be. But wait, the prehistoric ones that's where it gets wild. Ash found a group of living Kabuto and Omanyte, evolved some to Kabutops and Omastar. Alive, Daisy not fossils! He caught them from grandpa canyon. They're ancient survivors tough as nails, with moves lost to time. His Kabutops is a blade master; Omastar a tank with ancient water tech."
She whistled low. "Living prehistoric Pokémon? In one year? That's the stuff of legends."
Oak grinned wider. "And speaking of legends his Aerodactyl. Powerful beast, resembles a Mega form even without the stone. Massive wingspan, raw power. Ash caught it while battling it using his beast of charizard. Flies like a storm, battles like a demon. Then there's the Steelix bigger than any on record, evolved from an Onix that was already a giant. Crystal body, earthquake specialist. Ash caught it evolved it infront of me at let me tell you the thing's loyal to a fault."
Daisy sat back, processing. Her mind raced nutrition expert that she was, she imagined how Ash's food business tied into these catches. The charisma Oak described… it painted a picture of a man who didn't just catch Pokémon; he inspired them. "All in one year? Grandpa, that's incredible. He sounds like the kind of guy who'd make waves in research too."
Oak leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone, eyes twinkling with matchmaking intent.
"That's exactly what I think, Daisy. Ash is special not just for his achievements, but for his heart. He's got that rare spark. And you know, with Cynthia expecting, he's building a family. A good one. I always thought… well, you'd make a fine addition to that circle. Someone with your passion for Pokémon nutrition could complement his food business perfectly. And the way he treats Pokémon? Like family. Just like you do."
Daisy felt a flush creep up her cheeks, but she smiled, intrigued. "Grandpa, are you playing matchmaker?"
Oak chuckled. "Maybe a little. But think about it. Ash's journey isn't just about badges; it's about connections. And you, my girl, deserve someone who sees the beauty in what you do."
As the night deepened, the lab filled with Oak's stories each one painting Ash as more than a trainer, but a man worth knowing. Daisy listened, her mind wandering to what it might be like to meet him, to share passions, to build something together. Little did she know, fate was already weaving that thread.