"Heh heh..." Dawn gave a few strained laughs.
"Oh, right, ma'am! Can I go upstairs and see Ash's room?" Dawn asked excitedly.
"Ah... well, you can... but it's very messy." Delia smiled awkwardly.
"No need to worry, no need to worry!" Dawn's catchphrase surfaced again.
But after seeing Ash's room,
"This room... is definitely something to worry about..." Dawn sighed.
Clothes lay piled haphazardly on the bed, while countless books about Pokémon and discarded scraps of paper covered in Ash's ideas for moves littered the floor. The whole room was as cluttered as a storage room.
"Honestly... that big idiot... Oh, I know! Piplup, let's clean his room for him!" Dawn said.
"Pip?" Piplup asked in confusion.
"So Ash won't have anything to worry about. All I can do is quietly support him from behind... I can't do much to help him in battles... but Ash always helped me so much with Pokémon Contests..." Dawn reminisced.
Her first Ribbon, their first high five-although it had all happened ten years ago, it felt as though it had only been yesterday. Losing unexpectedly in the first round of two consecutive Pokémon Contests had shattered Dawn's confidence, and Ash had done everything he could to cheer her up. Although she had ultimately lost to Zoey at the Grand Festival, Ash's encouragement had become an indispensable part of Dawn's life.
"Then it's settled, Piplup! Come help me!" Dawn said.
"Piplup!" Piplup looked ready to say, "Leave it to me!"
The two of them began cleaning Ash's room.
That evening.
"Dawn, I'm so sorry for all the trouble. Not only did you help me make dinner, you even cleaned Ash's room. Honestly! I'm giving him a good scolding when he gets back!" Delia said indignantly.
"It's no trouble, ma'am. It's only right." Dawn gave her