Pain.
Pain has been categorized into many forms for the understanding of the brain.
There are mainly 2 types: Emotional/Mental, and Physical.
Emotional/Mental pain - The deep-seated psychological distress that can feel as intense as physical pain and arises from difficult feelings like trauma, grief, or loss.
Physical pain - The distress that the body goes through when it is hurt somewhere, which is felt via the nerves.
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After going through his life, [Redacted] thought that he would have to face such things no more, as to why he would feel pain if he died?
Nothing had prepared him for the turmoil that would follow after his death, especially when he was being sent to another world.
Muscles, tendons, and cartilages stretching and tearing themselves apart.
Snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap...
Like rubber bands stretched to the extent and snapping in eternity in the middle of a timeless, cold void.
The twisting and breaking of bones as if they were thin strips of metal.
Hot-hot-hot-hot-hot-hot.
The eternal melting of (metal?) bones.
The flowing (lava?) blood within the arteries and veins. Boiling alive.
Eternal screams of silence in nothing.
The painless shredding of one's existence into strings of archaic information.
Blending the countless individual pieces of indecipherable colorful strings and strands into a shapeless form and molding them into a form that represented and not represented the form before conversion.
Sight of light at the end of the tunnel of solitude. Leading to hope, a brighter future of countless possibilities.
Crashing and phasing through a wall with extreme difficulty.
The mental toll had [Redacted] taken out as a light.
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Loneliness.
The emotion that arises from social isolation of some kind. It may also be perceived by one even if they are physically present with others.
Ash Ketchum.
The Chosen One. One whose will is stronger than others regardless of age and experience.
As a child he had only known the people of Pallet Town. He knew about them.
Out of his parents, he had only known about his mother, Delia Ketchum. Mentions of his father brought him agonizing silence and sorrow. He only knew about his existence, not where he was, how he was, or when he will come back. Met with only the sounds of sorrow-filled half-promises.
Professor Oak. The grandfatherly figure who he met while playing with Pokémon. The one who could be trusted to help the community. Upon, being asked about his father, he was met with a person who has been grieving. He did not like it, so he never brought it up ever again.
It was never outright, but he was isolated from other children who had parents and made fun of him for not having parents. He had only one friend called Gary Oak, the professor's grandson.
The so-called friendship ended and turned into rivalry. Gary had everything, he was the smartest. The genius of Pallet. The one who will bring fame to this town. It had filled his ego which led to him looking down upon his peers.
Ash knew that Gary did not think much about him, but he was the only one who played or talked to him.
Until the incident of the fishing rod.
Ash had no human friends and did not know anything about love except the parental kind.
He saw his mother being sad and filled with sorrow and was happy when he acted as a care-free kid. So, he did it for his mother.
Being in such a way further isolated from his near age peers. Gary was the only one who was the same age as him. The children sometimes called him a 'freak' behind his back. It hurt but he pretended that it did not bother him.
Even being isolated from his human peers, his disposition earned the attention and love of Pokémon. They did not judge him. They also loved and played with him. Outside of his mother and Prof. Oak, they were his only permanent friends for the first nearly ten years of his life. He knew how to bond and understand Pokémon better than anybody as they were his only friends.
There was still nearly two weeks left before he left for his journey. He heard that there would be four trainers who would come to pick up their starters including Gary and him. The other two would come from outside the town.
Today while walking along the edges of Pallet Town, he had come near a rocky part in the terrain. He was watching the Pokémon and trying to calm and hype himself up for his journey.
He never saw the push that came from behind.
One of the bullies, or the children who did not like Ash had followed him and was unhappy that he was going to get a Pokémon and not him. Hoping that he might be injured enough that he will never be able to go on a journey, and he might get his Pokémon instead, the boy pushed him.
Ash as a person has larger than average Aura reserves than any human and he was the Chosen. He had a tougher physique than any child of his age or probably any average adult.
What could have been a fatal incident only ended up with him getting hit in the head. In any other circumstances, he would just have a small headache and get up.
Today was not such day.
What was considered a theoretical impossibility in perception and understanding, a soul had entered his body then. The soul would have taken over him, but it was unconscious, and Ash was the chosen of the embodiment of will. All he had was a head-splitting headache and he fell unconscious.
This event in a nearly inconspicuous part of the world will be the beginning of a legend that began with an unnatural meeting.