Master Pokemon (remasterised)

Upon waking up, the familiar ceiling comes into view. It's 7 o'clock, and a typical university day awaits, with classes from 8 a.m. to 7 p.m. Getting up in the morning remains a real challenge, despite my love for what I do.

After getting up, I head to the bathroom. My reflection in the mirror stares back at me, and a slight cough is heard, nothing serious.

At 18, I'm an ordinary young man, with black eyes, short black hair, standing at 1.80 meters. Without pronounced muscles, I can't qualify myself as either handsome or ugly; I'm simply a regular individual.

The morning rituals follow, washing, brushing my teeth, and so on. I leave my university residence to take the tram.

"Damn, this corridor still stinks so much, cough..."

Descending the stairs is bearable, but with my incredible luck, my room is at the top of the building. Ascending is a sweaty ordeal. Downstairs, I contemplate what I'll do today.

Once on the tram, my day unfolds at school...

It's 8 p.m. when I finally get home. The prospect of playing on my Nintendo 3 DS awaits, although I don't immediately start studying. My favorite game, Pokemon Gold HeartGold, still elicits comments from my parents, who believe that playing Pokemon is childish. Honestly, I share this opinion, but my attachment to the game dates back to my early childhood, from cartoons to the early days with the Nintendo DS at the age of 10.

It's 2 a.m., and I realize I've played a little too long. The challenging prospect of getting up early the next day looms.

I close my eyes and surrender to a deep sleep.

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"The opening of my eyes feels more challenging today. I can't do it; I think I stayed up too late yesterday. My instinct suggests that I might have to skip classes.

No, I can't skip; I have Mrs. Kardashian today. This woman has simply magnificent curves, and I can't miss her classes.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAh (the manga scream, it's in my head), I open my eyes, but everything is white around me.

"Where am I?"

"You are in the waiting room of death, my child."

I turn my head to see a ball of white-pink light.

A ball speaks to me, I'm going crazy.

"No, my child, you're not crazy; you're dead," the ball of light revolves around me.

A ball speaks to me, reads my thoughts, and tells me I'm dead. Phew, I'm relieved. Is this a dream where I'm conscious? Well, it's time to wake up now.

"Child, I am the soul carrier, a kind of angel. I have spent your entire existence by your side. I've noted your behavior throughout your life, judged your good and bad actions. Today, the balance has done its job, and you will go to paradise. You had 49% sins and 51% good deeds, it was exactly what was needed." The ball stops after uttering these words.

"Okay, I'm dead, but can you tell me how I died?"

Now, I'm starting to talk with my dream. I wonder if when I speak here, I also speak in real life. I see, that's why some people talk at night.

I try to pinch myself, but... I have no hand. I am also a ball of light, but dark blue and much less bright than this so-called angel.

Oh yes, it's a dream. That's why I don't control my body. People who give useless advice, namely people on TV, I'll never listen to you again. You're useless.

"You died because you inhaled too much toxin, and your body couldn't handle it." The ball of light shines more and more.

Toxin? What toxin? Wait, what if he's telling the truth? Damn, AM I REALLY DEAD? I have no body, but I have sensations, and my instinct screams that it's real.

"What toxin?" My blue light begins to fluctuate as if synchronized with my emotions.

"The smell of the corridor of your residence." The angel or the ball finally blinds me, and I find myself once again in another place."

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"He's here, he's coming," a slightly aged voice echoes.

"Push, madam, push," the old voice continues to cry.

Where am I? I feel something grabbing my head, that...

"I touched him, go on, madam, he's coming out... That's it, madam, you're a mother!"

Mom? Wait, let's think, keep a clear head. I'm supposedly dead, and here I hear mom? Could this be the legendary reincarnation?

"OUUUIIIINNNNN OUIIINNNNNNN."

"Show me my child, I can feel it, I won't last, this will probably be the only time I'll see him." The voice of a gentle lady resonates in the room.

My mother, I suppose? Damn, I'm tired. It's a baby's body, I'm drowsy. I'll organize my thoughts later.

She has dark purple eyes, delicate features, and beautiful black hair, but fatigue is evident in her eyes. The room is bathed in blood, but upon closer inspection, there's more blood than there should be for a normal delivery. The woman is missing an arm, a slight cut on her belly. These are the last pieces of information I had before I could no longer resist and fell asleep.

"He doesn't look like much for now, as he's just a baby, but I'm sure he'll grow into a handsome young man, just like his father was." Tears well up in the woman's eyes.

"When I think he'll become an orphan because neither his father nor I could survive." In the woman's eyes, the anger transforms into sadness, guilt, remorse. There's still joy in having her son, but unfortunately, she'll never see him grow up, never see him get married. She'll never know if she'll have grandchildren or not.

"Madam..." The aged voice cries and clenches teeth in sadness.

"Miro, Miro Lannister, that will be his name.

Miro, don't fuss with your food... Eat well and strive to become a great boy!

Take a bath every day... Go to bed early and have beautiful dreams! Make friends. Just make sure these friends are true... people you can trust... even if they're few!

Take good care of your Pokemon... We all have areas where we excel and others where we are not so good; there are various types of Pokemon and trainers, some specialize while others are generalists. Don't be sad if you can't do everything.

Remember well... never borrow money if you can avoid it, save money, no alcohol before you're 20, and don't overdo it if you want to preserve your body.

And for women... Choose one who isn't too weird... A girl who resembles your mother would be ideal...

Miro... You will experience life; it won't be easy. You'll likely evolve as a person, as a human... Remember who you are! Find a purpose... a dream... And don't give up before achieving it!

There are... so many things I'd like to tell you... I'd like to teach you... I'd love to stay with you... I love you... I'm sorry.

Boa, I leave you, Miro, take care, I've known you for... so many years, time passes so quickly, thank you for everything..." The eyes of the beautiful woman close slowly before releasing a final gaze to her son, never to open again.

"MADAAAAAAAM!"

Boa shouts but gets no response from the lady."