[ EU ] Many years have passed and Ash Ketchum is now an old Pokemon ranger nearing retirement .

Ash awoke to yet another peaceful day in his Kush Forest. 
 
 Caterpies crawled through tall grass, Butterfrees and Beedrills spiraled across the sky, and a crowd of Pidgeys bathed in the sun atop green trees. Ash could even make out the sounds of Metapods butting heads. 
 
 Eventually Ash made his way towards the center of the forest. There would probably still be nothing adverse to take care of, so Ash decided today he would touch up the trails he blazed just a few years ago. Perhaps he would have time to plant some new berry plants where the wild Pokemon could find them; Pikachu would love zapping out the weeds once he returned from the PokeCenter. 
 
 He and Pikachu had truly come to love their land. It had started out quite barren, but with the help of numerous Pokemon ( mostly Butterfrees and Dugtrios ), the forest was budding in no time. His oldest friend Brock even combined and copyrighted his name to make Kush Forest official. 
 
 After winning every single contest imaginable in his youth, Ash had had plenty of money to buy his own forest. He had obtained every gym badge, won every beauty contest, dominated every rival, and even stamped out Team Rocket, resulting in tons of money he did n't need. Every accomplishment resulted in further perfecting his breeding and battling strategies, but eventually he had nothing else to prove, nothing else to win. 
 
 It had taken some time for Ash to realize these accomplishments are not normal, that he himself is a rare breed, that his acute knowledge and connection with Pokemon could not be let to waste battling others. 
 
 And so, Ash dedicated his life to advancement. He constantly collected data to improve science and technology while improving the lives of Pokemon and trainers alike. And of course, he cared for his own forest and all the Pokemon he had released into it. 
 
 As Ash timed and studied the bright, squishy Caterpies crossing his path, he could n't help but smile. He knew the joy he felt was rare, but he had worked hard for it. As his friend Mewtew once said, `` it is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are.''
