" So......." Ash said, breaking the awkward silence. " What are we doing today, Professor Rowan?"

" Yeah!* Dawn chimed in. " I'm stoked!"

Wisty scoffed and turned. " You have a class to teach, Rowan."

Rowan rolled his eyes. " We can discuss this later, miss."

Wisty rolled her eyes and walked away, Eevee trailing behind her.

Brock leaned in, " sheesh those two need to calm down."

" You can't really blame 'em." Dawn whispered back. " They are rivals, after all."

" Yeah but even me and Gary weren't like this. The only one time-"

" Mind telling the rest of us what you're whispering about, Ketchum."

Ash turned. " Oh. Easy. I'm -"

Before he could reply he heard stomps.

Dangerous stomps.

" Oh no."

Dawn looked at Ash,. panicked. " What do you mean ' oh no'?!"

Before Ash could reply a very very very angry Wisty barged in. She turned to Rowan.

" You." She said in a dangerous voice. " You. You owe me an explanation right now."

Rowan blinked. " Now-"

Wisty grabbed the dude by the collar. " Don't play dumb with me." She whispered. " I might be eight but I'm way smarter than you."

Rowan opened his mouth, but before he could speak the eight year old did the unthinkable.

She yeeted the professor across the room.

Yeeted.

Ash scrambled to his legs. " Wisty what-*

Wisty turned. " Stay out of this."

Ash backed away nervously. " You got it, ma'am."

Dawn raised a brow. " Why'
d you call her ma'am?*

" Because she's angry."

Wisty’s fiery glare swept across the room as she stalked toward Rowan, who was trying—and failing—to dust himself off with what little dignity he had left. Eevee stood beside her, growling softly, mirroring her trainer’s intensity. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife.

Dawn, still trying to process the chaotic energy in the room, leaned toward Brock. “Is she always like this?”

Brock nodded slowly. “I’ve seen my fair share of intense trainers, but Wisty? She’s something else entirely. Rowan might need a Pokémon Center after this.”

Rowan held up his hands, attempting to placate the enraged eight-year-old. “Miss Wisty, let’s take a moment to—”

“Take a moment?” Wisty barked, cutting him off. “Do you know what you’ve done? You sent out faulty data to the field! I’ve been dealing with that mess all morning!”

Rowan blinked. “Faulty data? Surely, you’re mistaken—”

Wisty’s fist slammed onto a nearby table, rattling everything on it. “Do I look mistaken to you? I had to wrangle a group of wild Tauros because of your so-called ‘safe migration strategy.’ Do you have any idea how much of a nightmare that was?”

Ash stepped in hesitantly, raising a hand like a student in class. “Uh, maybe we could all just—”

Wisty spun around, pointing a finger at him. “Ketchum, I swear, if you say something about the power of friendship right now, I’m yeeting you next.”

Ash froze. “...Understood.”

Eevee let out a sharp bark, as if to second her trainer’s words.

Dawn leaned toward Brock again. “Did she just threaten to yeet Ash?”

“Yup,” Brock said, completely unbothered. “And honestly, he’s probably safer staying quiet.”

Rowan cleared his throat, attempting to regain control of the situation. “Miss Wisty, I assure you, the data I provided was thoroughly checked. If there’s an issue, perhaps—”

“Perhaps what?” Wisty snapped. “Perhaps I’m overreacting? Let me tell you something, Rowan. The last time I ignored one of your ‘oversights,’ my Altaria ended up tangled in an Ariados web for hours. Do you think I’m about to let that happen again?”

Rowan opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

“Thought so.” Wisty crossed her arms, her fiery demeanor unyielding. “So here’s what’s going to happen: you’re going to fix this mess, and you’re going to do it now.”

Ash leaned toward Brock. “Why doesn’t Rowan just tell her to calm down?”

Brock snorted. “Ash, that’s basically a death wish.”

Rowan sighed in defeat, rubbing his temples. “Fine, Wisty. I’ll review the data again. But for the record—”

“Spare me your excuses.” Wisty turned on her heel, heading for the door. “And next time, triple-check your work. Come on, Eevee. We’re done here.”

“Eevee!” Eevee barked happily, trotting after her.

As the door slammed behind her, the room fell into a stunned silence.

Dawn let out a low whistle. “Remind me never to get on her bad side.”

Ash nodded solemnly. “Trust me, it’s not worth it.”

Brock chuckled. “Well, at least Rowan survived...barely.”

Rowan, still dusting himself off, muttered under his breath. “She’s worse than Cynthia.”