New Life, New Chapter

The city of Lumiouse serves as the heart of the Kalos region, renowned for being the unofficial capital. Here, you'll find the league conference, significant developments, elite Four confrontations, champion challenges, and top business headquarters, not to mention the regional professors' labs and various research facilities.

In the bustling streets, we spot a teenager who appears to be around 18 years old. Standing at an impressive 6 feet 3 inches, he boasts striking white hair and piercing blue eyes. Black sunglasses adorn his face, while he sports a dark blue zip-up jacket with a high collar and a broad silhouette. His attire is complemented by slim-fit black pants and polished black dress boots. Completing his look is a white lab coat that falls just below his knees.

Hello there! I go by 'Gojo Satoru.' I know 'Satoru' sounds a bit too Japanese, but I chose the last name 'Wataru.' Yeah, I kept 'Gojo' as my first name and 'Satoru' as my family name because 'Gojo' is easier for people here to pronounce.

As I strolled through the streets of a city I had previously only seen on my Nintendo and TV, the atmosphere truly resonated with the essence of France, just as the developers had promised. The French architectural style showcases a variety of themes that shift according to the builder's whims.

The most commonly found buildings feature steeply pitched, often hipped roofs, doors and windows adorned with gracefully arched tops, and a sense of balance and symmetry in their arrangements, along with chimneys that rise elegantly. The exterior finishes vary, using materials like brick, stone, or stucco.

I had just wrapped up a bit of grocery shopping and was heading back to the lab. It has been about a month since my discharge from the hospital and one month and two weeks since my arrival in this world. Not much has changed in the day-to-day routine; however, I'm learning more about Pokémon than commerce or business, so I consider that a win. I reside in the lab itself, where there are living quarters, and the professor also calls it home (he doesn't have a house, so he made the lab his residence). That's why I found myself shopping for groceries. There's a kitchen tucked away in a corner of the lab, and cooking duties are usually handled by Sophie, Professor Sycamore's main assistant, or by the professor himself.

The professor has been diligently explaining his research and general Pokémon knowledge, which I already possess. Consequently, the lessons have flown by. Within two weeks, I completed his "Basics of Pokémon and Research" course. The Pokémon lessons primarily covered their characteristics, types, abilities, and genetically possible move sets. The research component focused on what established researchers and professors typically engage in.

At this point, most of the essential information about one's own region is clear to its regional professor, and Sycamore is no exception. This raises some intriguing questions: What do we research? Why do we research? And how do we research?

I voiced the question, "How do we research?" to Sycamore when we began the research portion of his lessons. He responded with an example to illustrate his point.

FLASHBACK

Sycamore had just finished explaining the properties of the last Fairy-type Pokémon and was about to dive into the topic of research.

"So, Professor, given that we already have more than enough information for any trainer to embark on a journey and survive, why do we continue researching these species or that branch? I can understand Mega Evolution—there's virtually nothing known about it other than the fact that the bond between a Pokémon and its trainer resonates, creating a keystone and a Mega Stone that triggers a temporary fourth-stage evolution. But, as you mentioned, we are still researching other species that cannot Mega Evolve. Why is that?" I asked.

The professor looked at me with a smile and replied, "There are answers to your questions all around us. When we enter the field of research, a few fundamental questions become ingrained in our minds to help keep us grounded and sane. Every researcher must pass these down to their students so they don't lose themselves in the labyrinth that is research." He walked toward the board and began writing. "Here are the guiding principles: 'What do we research? Why do we research? How do we research?'" He wrote them down and turned to face me. "Now, what is the answer to the first question?" he asked.

"Pokémon," I replied.

He smiled again. "Correct. Now for the second?"

"To know more about them?" I ventured.

"Why do you want to know more about them?" he challenged.

"'Humans are curious and hungry beings.' You said those words to me. So we don't intend to leave them as mysteries; we strive to learn more about them," I replied, maintaining a serious expression.

"You're as close as you can be. However, in our quest for knowledge, most forget that the creation of the world is intertwined with them. To illustrate this and answer the next question—'How do we research them?'—let me provide an example." He took a chair and sat down, as if preparing to tell a grand story.

"This is believed to be the legend of Kalos: a tale of destruction and rebirth. Many consider this piece of history to be a mere folktale, passed down with no proof of its occurrences. However, a bit of research is all this legend needs. Now, let me tell you about the believed destruction and rebirth of the Kalos region. As I mentioned, Kalos is home to the legendary Pokémon 'Xerneas' and 'Yveltal,' which play a key role in our true history.

Three thousand years ago, Kalos was engulfed in a conflict known simply as the Kalos War. The details regarding the belligerents in this war remain murky, but a defining moment involves the King of Kalos, who created an Ultimate Weapon beneath Geosenge Town. Utilizing the life force of a Pokémon as a catalyst, this weapon became an engine of ruin.

The king intended to use the Ultimate Weapon to revive his Floette, who had perished during the war. He succeeded, but then he unleashed the immense energy of the weapon to obliterate the forces responsible for his partner's demise. Exposure to the weapon's energy, drawn from the life force of other Pokémon, granted the king eternal life—albeit at a terrible cost.

With the war concluded, the king's Floette could no longer accept the person her partner had become, leading her to abandon him. The king's fate has been known for centuries, but the Ultimate Weapon was buried underground to prevent its future use. It is said that the Pokémon who fell victim to the weapon's power have grave markers hidden somewhere in Kalos, but their locations remain undiscovered.

Now, here comes the reason I call it the destruction and rebirth of Kalos. Eight hundred years before our time, the life cycles of 'Xerneas' and 'Yveltal' reached their conclusion. How did this happen? We don't have full details, but it is said that 'Yveltal' signifies destruction while 'Xerneas' represents rebirth. We speculate that 'Yveltal' ravaged the region and that 'Xerneas' engaged in a decisive battle with 'Yveltal' before granting the region its rebirth, with both Pokémon retreating into hiding to conserve and amplify their power. However, we lack concrete evidence for the final part; it remains speculation." He finished his tale, and we both exhaled deeply.

He took a sip of water before continuing. "So, why did I use this as an example? Simple. Here we are, researching the legends of Kalos. Why are we doing this? To connect with our ancestors and to be aware of any potential truths behind these tales. How are we doing it? By referencing the pre-existing texts left by our forebears and the folklore passed down to us. In some cases, we actively seek to uncover proof of these legends. With these questions, we should be able to decode almost anything, depending on our resources and access to them." He finished, looking up with his arms outstretched.

As for me? I knew this story well. I had watched it unfold in anime and experienced it firsthand in the games. While some details were murky, the professor's recitation refreshed my memory. Setting the legend aside, I now had a logical outlet for my research, but I wouldn't truly grasp its application until later.

Still, I was curious about a few things. "That was a fascinating take on historical research, but how do we approach it concerning Pokémon? For example, evolution?"

The professor propped his chin on his palm, contemplating before he replied, "Let's consider an example from the Kanto region, researched by the famous Professor Oak. In Kanto, there exists a Pokémon called Slowpoke. It was proven that Slowpoke evolves into Slowbro if a Shellder—a Water-type Pokémon—bites onto its tail and into Slowking if the Shellder bites onto its head. This was all established by Professor Oak. But why does it happen? We know Pokémon evolve when they accumulate more than sufficient energy. An overload of power and energy catalyzes evolution. In the case of evolution stones, they simply remove the barriers by overwhelming them with the corresponding type of energy, triggering evolution.

This means that Slowpoke acts as a catalyst for the evolution of Shellder, and Shellder plays a part in Slowpoke's evolution. The theory Professor Oak devised to explain this is that Slowpoke emits a type of energy that triggers evolution in Shellder, which in turn instigates Slowpoke's evolution. As Shellder evolves, it absorbs this energy, effectively dismantling the barrier holding Slowpoke back from evolving. To phrase it succinctly: Slowpoke's evolution barrier may contain the energy that acts as a catalyst for Shellder's evolution, so when Shellder bites onto its tail or head, it absorbs the energy from Slowpoke's barrier, prompting its evolution to occur simultaneously." He concluded.

This explanation shed light on aspects neither the anime nor the game had clarified. However, it still stood as a theory. A valid one, given that Professor Oak proposed it. "Well, that does kind of explain things," I remarked.

"Yes, it does," he agreed with a smile before continuing. "There's still a wealth to explore regarding evolution. Let me elaborate on this lesson. As we were discussing evolution…"

FLASHBACK END

That was a fruitful conversation, though I hadn't been able to apply it yet. I realized that today marked eight months remaining until the current league season concludes. I hadn't kept up with battling or league news, but it was clear there were no trainers of note.

I strolled back to the lab, lazily pushing the door open with my shoulder. "Yo!" I called out as I stepped inside. Alain and his ever-loyal Charmander looked up from across the room. The kid always had that eager spark in his eyes, even when he was busy with research notes. Guess that's what happens when you've got dreams of becoming the strongest Pokémon trainer around.

"Hey, Gojo! How was the walk?" he asked, grinning at me like he usually does.

"Meh, nothing to get excited over," I replied nonchalantly, handing the groceries over to Sophie. "Just the usual stroll—wind in the hair, no legendaries dropping by to say hi. Kind of a letdown, really."

Alain chuckled. "You always manage to turn the most boring stuff into a show, huh?"

"What can I say? It's a talent," I shot back with a grin, leaning against the counter as I watched him with an amused smile.I handed over the groceries to Sophie, who was busy jotting down some research notes.

Alain, dressed in his usual black pants and a pale yellow shirt under the standard-issue lab coat that reached just below his knees, raised an eyebrow at me. Despite being a year younger, he often tried to play the role of the responsible one, and I couldn't help but find it amusing. I've been here less than a year, but we've clicked in a way that goes beyond friendship. He sees me as an older brother figure, and, well, I guess I don't mind the dynamic. Though, I'd never admit that out loud.

"Gojo, perfect timing," Professor Sycamore's voice interrupted our banter. He looked up from his work, a welcoming smile on his face. "I've got something important to discuss."

"Oh? Good news, I hope?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Sycamore's grin widened. "I applied for your Trainer's License. As I suspected, they'll be giving you a provisional license first and putting you on a two-month probation under my supervision."

"Ah, so you're gonna babysit me, huh?" I quipped, smirking.

"Basically, yes." The professor laughed. "After that, unless you somehow blow up the lab or pull something equally ridiculous, you'll get your full license."

"Hmm… I guess I'll try to behave. No promises, though," I teased.I noticed Alain glancing between us, completely lost in the exchange. I was about to explain when Sycamore reached into one of the drawers and pulled out a small, polished Pokéball. I froze, eyes narrowing slightly. What did he have up his sleeve this time?

"It's not what I would normally provide as a starter," Sycamore began, turning around to look at me with a grin, "but I believe it would be a great match for you. Consider it a little… special exception."

I blinked, my curiosity piqued. "Wait, are you saying—"

"Yes, this one's for you." He held out the Pokéball.

I stared at it, a flood of emotions surging through me. This was it. My very first Pokémon. I tried to keep my composure, but my fingers were practically trembling with excitement as I reached out and took it. and I held it in my hands, feeling the weight of it. This was the first Poké Ball I had ever held, containing a Pokémon that would be mine. I could hardly contain my excitement. I'M GETTING A STARTER!

I glanced at Alain, who was looking at the Pokéball with wide eyes, and even Sophie, usually unshakable, had a curious expression on her face.

"Alright then, let's see what we've got here," I murmured, dramatically tossing the Pokéball into the air. The moment it opened, I was not prepared for what emerged.

"Larvi?" A small Pokémon materialized before us, a green reptilian creature with rocky skin. It had a blunt spike on top of its head, a short, rounded snout, and triangular black markings beneath and on the upper corners of its red eyes. Red scales covered its diamond-shaped belly, and several small diamond-shaped holes dotted its body. Its short arms lacked fingers, while its feet had a single toenail each. The tail resembled a tunnel-boring machine, with a conical center surrounded by plate-like scales.

My jaw nearly hit the floor. "Professor… is this…?" while Alain's jaw dropped, clearly taken aback as well.

"Yes, it's a Larvitar," Sycamore confirmed with a smile. "Unusual, yes, but I think it suits you."

I knelt down, meeting the tiny Pokémon's gaze. "Hey there, little guy," I said softly. "I don't know what we'll be doing or where we'll end up, but would you be happy to travel through it all with me?"

Larvitar eyed me suspiciously, glancing at Alain and Sophie before turning its gaze back to me. Then, cautiously, it took a step forward, sniffed at my outstretched hand, and then—finally—it touched my fingers with its snout.

"Larvitar," it murmured again, this time with a tentative smile.

That was all I needed. Without a second thought, I scooped him up, spinning around with an unrestrained laugh. "I have a Pokémon! I actually have a Larvitar!" I cheered, my voice ringing through the lab.

"Look who's become an adult-child as soon as they got their own Pokémon," Sophie teased lightly, but I didn't care. My focus was on Larvitar, who looked just as stunned by my reaction.

"Yeah, yeah, keep talking," I muttered, grinning ear-to-ear. The Professor chuckled, stepping forward with five Pokéballs and a brand-new Pokédex.

"You won't need these just yet, but it's always good to be prepared," he said, handing them over.

"Thanks, Professor," I replied, pocketing them quickly. I turned back to Larvitar, who was staring up at me with wide eyes. "Alright, partner, ready to see what you can do?"

As I settled back down, gazing at my new partner. "Okay, buddy," I said, gently ruffling the top of his head. "What do you say we get to know each other a bit better? I mean, I'm still wrapping my head around the fact that I have a Pokémon! Let's stretch those legs and let loose a little!"

Larvitar looked up at me, his eyes wide with curiosity. He tilted his head and let out a soft, inquisitive, "Larvi?"

"Let's start with some basic moves, shall we? Show me what you can do!" I encouraged, setting him down gently on the lab floor.

Larvitar took a moment, seeming to gather his thoughts. Then, with surprising determination, he focused and attempted Tackle. He waddled forward, charging at a nearby wall with an unexpectedly fierce expression. The impact was gentle, and I couldn't help but laugh. "Not bad! You've got spirit, little guy!"

Larvitar turned to me, a bit confused. "Larvi?"

"Let's try something else!" I said, excitement bubbling up. "How about Rock Throw? Can you do that?" I demonstrated by picking up a small rock from the lab floor and pretending to throw it.

Larvitar watched intently. Then he closed his eyes in concentration before forming a single rock in front of him. It was pushed forward, as if it was thrown, but it barely made it a foot before crumbling into dust. That was enough to get a chuckle out of me. "Good effort! You're getting there!" I encouraged, feeling a warmth in my chest.

After a few more tries, we started to find a rhythm. With each small success, Larvitar's confidence grew. "See? You're a natural! Just remember, we're a team now. I'm here to support you, and you can always rely on me."

As Larvitar let out a determined "Larvitar!" I felt a rush of pride.

Just then, the professor returned, interrupting our playful moment. "Alright, you two, time to put those skills to the test. Are you ready for a battle against Alain?"

I glanced at Larvitar, whose determination shone brightly in his red eyes. "What do you think, buddy? Ready to show Alain what we can do?" I asked, feeling a surge of adrenaline at the thought of our first battle.

"Larvitar!" he exclaimed, nodding vigorously.

It had been a week since I received my starter Pokémon. Larvitar was a Rock-Ground dual-type with the ability Guts. He was male and currently knew the moves: Tackle, Rock Throw, and Bite. One thing I discovered about this world was the absence of the limitation that Pokémon could only learn four moves. They might forget a few attacks when learning new ones, but that was only due to the upgrade process. We could teach them TMs as many times as we liked.

However, being currently broke, I had no choice but to work with what I had, and honestly, I wasn't complaining at all. Training my Pokémon felt exhilarating, a whole new world of possibilities opening up before me.

On the fifth day after getting Larvitar, we finally started battling Alain's Charmander. It was clear that he had a knack for battling. I was relieved because I wouldn't have to spend ages convincing my Pokémon that battling was fun and a great way to grow stronger. But considering Larvitar was the pre-evolution of a pseudo-legendary, what else could I expect?

Right now, we were engaged in another fierce battle, the air crackling with tension. "Charmander, use Ember!" Alain commanded, and his little fire-breathing dragon leapt forward, flames billowing from its mouth.

"Larvitar, dodge and counter with Rock Throw!" I shouted, watching closely as my partner sprang into action.

Charmander unleashed a volley of flames that surged toward Larvitar, each flame roaring as it flew through the air. Though Larvitar wasn't the fastest of species, he had enough time to evade the initial flames. Once he was safe, he quickly scooped up four rocks nearly as big as he was. "Now, throw them!" I encouraged.

"Charmander, dodge them!" Alain shouted, urgency in his voice.

Charmander twisted and turned, evading the first two rocks, but the third rock struck true, sending him skidding to a halt. The fourth rock followed suit, hitting its mark and causing a small cloud of dust and smoke to erupt.

"Charmander!" Alain yelled, worry lacing his tone as the smoke began to clear.

When it dissipated, we saw Charmander, still looking determined but clearly a bit worse for wear. "Alright, let's show them what we've got with a Scratch attack!" Alain called out, and his Pokémon charged at Larvitar with renewed energy.

"Counter with Bite!" I instructed, but my Larvitar hesitated, his inexperience showing.

The little dragon rushed toward him, and Larvitar's attack took too long to execute, allowing Charmander's Scratch to land. The impact knocked Larvitar to the ground, leaving him with swirls in his eyes.

I felt a wave of satisfaction wash over me as I reflected on Larvitar's performance. After all, this was just our first week of training, while Charmander had been honing its skills for nearly a month. I made my way to the center of the battlefield to collect my little partner. He was still exhausted and struggled to open his eyes. Gently, I scooped him up into my arms.

"That was a pretty good battle," Alain remarked as he walked alongside me, his Charmander trailing at his side. I couldn't resist a playful smirk in response. "Of course! You won after all."

He looked a bit sheepish at my teasing, his cheeks flushing slightly. Just as he was about to respond, I burst into laughter. It was always entertaining to poke fun at Alain; it lightened the mood between us. As we strolled through the vibrant streets of Lumiose, heading toward the Pokémon Center, I let my mind wander to my next move.

Right now, all the knowledge I had gathered from watching the anime felt utterly useless. I had no idea what had transpired during this timeline of Kalos. So, I decided to just go with the flow and adapt as best as I could.

As I held Larvitar close, he began to stir awake in my arms. With one eye barely open, he looked up at me, letting out a soft, "Larvitar," his tone carrying a hint of disappointment and defeat.

"Hey, buddy, don't dwell on today's loss," I reassured him, my voice gentle and soothing. "It's only been a week since you started training and battling. It's perfectly normal for it to take some time to get accustomed to all this and start getting stronger." My soft smile seemed to resonate with him, and I could see a flicker of hope begin to spark in his eyes.

"And what am I here for?" I said with a big smirk, trying to lighten the mood. "If you want to get stronger, I'll be right there with you every step of the way. When we're done, you'll be the strongest Pokémon to walk this earth!" I tried to bolster his confidence and trust in me. I wasn't sure if what I said was entirely achievable, but as they say, set your goals high. In pursuing those lofty aspirations, you might just become something extraordinary—much more than you would have been by playing it safe.

Larvitar looked up at me, his expression unmistakably questioning, as if to say, "Really?"

Those eyes were almost like puppy-dog eyes, and they were lethal in their charm. They compelled me to make a promise that, in my right mind, I might not have made.

With my head facing the sky and my eyes half lid observing the clouds move in them smoothly, "I will make you the strongest, Larvitar," I declared.