Pokemon: Reincarnated as ash live my life with adventures

Professor Oak, still in a research-induced frenzy, danced around Steelix, his eyes wide with glee that bordered on mania.

"This Steelix is a masterpiece, Ash!" he exclaimed, waving his clipboard like a conductor's baton. "Its size, its potential—it's a revolution for Pokémon research!" The camera zoomed in on his giddy expression, his glasses fogging with excitement.

Ash scratched his cap, chuckling. "Told ya it'd blow your mind, Professor!"

But then, in a moment that would haunt Oak for days, he spun toward Ash, his enthusiasm overriding all common sense. "Ash, you're a marvel! I'm seriously considering engaging you to my granddaughter Daisy. Are you interested in marrying her? I'll arrange a meeting!" His words echoed through the yard, innocent in his mind but a spark in a powder keg.

The air froze. The camera cut to a dramatic slow-motion shot, the breeze halting, Pikachu's ears twitching, Eevee's tail stiffening. Ash's jaw dropped, his brain short-circuiting.

"Uh… what?" he stammered, his aura flickering in panic. Ember's plush slipped slightly, her eyes wide. Brock, mid-scribble, gasped, his pencil flying as he swooned dramatically, murmuring, "Daisy? A vision of beauty!" only to snap back to reality, sensing the brewing storm.

Pikachu and Eevee exchanged a look, their tiny paws bracing for chaos.

Then came the wives.

Misty's cerulean hair flared like a Gyarados's rage, her eyes blazing with possessive fire.

"Excuse me, Professor?" she snapped, cracking her knuckles with a sound that echoed off Steelix's hide.

Sabrina's psychic aura surged, her camera levitating menacingly as her eyes glowed.

"You're suggesting another girl for our Ash?" she asked, her voice a chilling whisper.

Cynthia stepped forward, her Sinnoh Champion presence dwarfing Oak's glee, her smirk sharp enough to slice. "Oak, you're about to regret breathing," she said, tossing her golden hair.

Oak blinked, his excitement crumbling as he faced three furious women closing in like a pack of Houndoom.

"N-now, ladies, I meant no harm!" he stammered, stumbling back toward Steelix, who tilted its head as if amused. The camera zoomed on Oak's sweating face, comedic sparkles of panic swirling around him.

Brock, ever the hopeless romantic, seized the moment, leaping forward with hearts in his eyes.

"Ladies, your fiery passion very commendable!" he declared, striking a dramatic pose. "Hehe This will be new addtion to my story!" Misty shot him a death glare, dousing him with her water bottle. "Not now, Brock!" she yelled, the camera catching the splash in slow-motion, Brock flopping to the ground in a soggy heap, still clutching his notebook. Pikachu zapped a tiny Thunderbolt near his feet, adding to the chaos, while Eevee tossed a playful Shadow Ball that bounced off Brock's head, making Ember giggle.

Misty turned her wrath on Oak, brandishing her water bottle like a Hydro Pump. "You think you can toss Daisy at Ash? Daisy?!" she shouted, splashing Oak, who yelped and slipped on the wet grass, his lab coat soaked. The camera zoomed on the comedic spray, Pikachu and Eevee dodging droplets with synchronized flips, their expressions hilariously stern. "Ash is ours! We're enough for his harem!" Misty added, her face red but her grin mischievous.

Sabrina's psychic powers escalated, levitating Oak's clipboard, pens, and a stray Poké Ball, sending them orbiting his head like a menacing asteroid belt. "Professor, you're meddling in dangerous territory," she said, her voice calm but laced with menace. The clipboard whacked Oak's shoulder, making him squeak. Eevee, inspired, mimicked Sabrina by tossing another Shadow Ball at Oak's feet, forcing him to hop like a panicked Buneary. The camera lingered on Eevee's cheeky grin, Ember cheering, "Eevee's on fire!"

Cynthia, the master strategist, leaned in, her aura overwhelming. "Oak, we're fine with Ash's… generous heart," she said, her tone dripping with mock sweetness, "but random girls? Absolutely not." She flicked a pebble with deadly precision, pinging it off Oak's glasses, leaving him flailing. Brock, recovering, tried again, swooning, "This is gold just imagining lovely women fighiting for their beloved!" only to be silenced by Sabrina's telekinetic nudge, sending him tumbling into a bush. Pikachu sparked another Thunderbolt, zapping the ground near Oak's shoes, the camera catching Brock's exaggerated wail from the foliage.

Ash, frozen in panic, finally snapped out of it, waving his hands. "Whoa, girls, I'm good! No Daisy meetings needed!" His Brain screamed to stay out of this, but his heart warmed at his wives' protectiveness, even if it was turning Oak's life into a comedy sketch. "Professor, I'm happy with my family!" he said, blushing as Misty shot him a playful glare. "You better be, Ketchum," she huffed, tossing her hair.

Ember, caught up in the chaos, tossed her Charmander plush at Oak. "Yeah, big bro's got us! No Daisy!" The plush bonked Oak's head, and he stumbled into Steelix's tail, which let out a metallic groan, as if laughing. The camera caught the plush mid-air, a perfect projectile in the storm of feminine fury. Brock, climbing out of the bush, declared, "This chaos deserves a feast! I'll cook a Steelix-inspired metallic banquet!" He rushed toward the lab's kitchen, only to trip over Pikachu, who scampered away with a cheeky "Pika!" Eevee chased after, tossing starry Swift attacks that lit up the yard, the camera panning to their playful dance.

Oak, now a trembling wreck, raised his hands in surrender. "I-I take it back! No engagement! Just a silly thought!" he pleaded, his glasses askew, his lab coat drenched. The wives paused, exchanging glances, then burst into laughter, their wrath melting into mischief. "You're lucky we respect you, Professor," Misty said, smirking. Sabrina lowered the orbiting items, her smile sly. "Think twice next time." Cynthia patted Oak's shoulder, her grin dangerous. "You're safe… for now."

Pikachu and Eevee high-fived, sparking an electric-star combo that illuminated the yard, the camera zooming on their triumphant poses. Brock, undeterred, popped up, declaring, "I'll name the dish 'Fury of the Wives Soufflé'!" only to be met with another splash from Misty, sending him sprawling again. Ember giggled, running to help Brock, chanting, "Food time! Food time!"

Ash pulled his wives into a group hug, his grin wide. "You three are wild," he said, his reincarnated heart swelling with love. "No Daisy could ever match this chaos." Misty poked his chest, smirking. "Darn right, Ketchum." Sabrina snapped a photo of the hug, her blush softening her calm demeanor. Cynthia ruffled his hair. "You're stuck with us, champ."

As the group headed inside for Brock's chaotic feast, Oak slumped against Steelix, muttering, "Never playing matchmaker again…" The camera panned to the starry Pallet Town sky, the lab's yard echoing with laughter, Pikachu and Eevee chasing each other, and Steelix's gleaming form standing sentinel. Ash's journey, fueled by his system and his family's wild antics, was a legend in the making.

Ash doesn't know his destiny is already connected to daisy who was doing some research in pinkan island who sneezed suddenly while holding an pink coloured pichu.

" huh weird i felt someone is talking about me now pichu be a good girl let me study you" daisy oak who was holding a pichu having the same gleam shinning on her eyes mirroring her grandfather samuel oak.

To be Continued......