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[{Chapter Start}]
"HaGHA"
Matsumoto roared as he lifted a huge box, stumbling forward and successfully placing it on the shelf.
Guess where he was right now?
At the part-time job that he was somehow legally allowed to attend? Nono, that was not even the shocking part of this whole thing, because GUESS WHO OWNED THIS? That's right, the owner of this damned-
Oh did I mention where exactly I work? A Poke-Centre in the flesh. Well not really the flesh more like reinforced concrete but you get what I'm saying right? I mean, it's so amazing to actually be in a Poke-centre, and see Pokémon in the very flesh, getting healed by special Pokémon doctors, or whatever you call them I suppose. Also, I have just one complaint about this all, my entire life was a LIE
Turns out, unlike the Pokémon games, your Pokémon don't actually get completely healed in a couple of seconds by placing your Poke balls in the glass machine thing, but actually takes hours, and even weeks to heal a Pokémon depending on the scale of injuries it suffers during a battle or any other circumstances, with some deaths occurring as well. Seeing the ashen look on the poor people when informed of their partner's untimely death was heart-breaking to say the least
Seeing their looks also reminded me of the grave situation of the world he currently resides in, not a lily-filled, children-themed world where Pokémon don't die and just faint, well except for Raticate but that's…. well it's not really another story but whatever I guess. Right, before I got side-tracked like a person with ADHD having the attention span of Asian parents wanting you to immediately get a PHD and have an entire family at the age of 6, I must tell you who the owner of this Poke centre is. And it is….
A woman, BUT she's got huge boobs. i mean some serious honkers. A real set of badonkers. Packin some dobonhonkeros. Massive dohoonkabhankoloos. Big solid tonhongerekooge-
"My eyes are up here little boy" The lady? Asked him. And if you're wondering why I put a question mark after lady, is if you looked closely at her face, you could see that she didn't have any eyes that a normal human would have, but instead just two plain dots and a smile that looked hand-drawn by a 8-year old kid with dyslexia. The person-no, Pokémon standing in front of me, and the owner of this Poke centre is none other than that damn Ditto that I was cursed with, because seriously, WHY is it so hot
"Fufufu" the Ditto giggled as it looked at me, "With that expression you're making, no-one would believe that the person in this body was actually 16". Matsumoto huffed as he looked at Ditto "Yeah, well no-one looks at you and thinks you're a Pokémon do they?"." Ah, fair point I suppose". Matsumoto looked away as he kept on placing the boxes back where they should be. "Besides" Matsumoto huffed as he picked up yet another heavy box "Why are you even around me that much, don't you have a clinic to manage, like paperwork and stuff?"
"Yes, this so called paperwork is very irritating if I do say so" Ditto huffed as its facial features morphed to fit that of a normal human female's. "And this concept of tax, while I do understand it's need, I cannot be helped but be annoyed at all the money being taken by the government, which could have been used to get so much better equipment" Matsumoto nodded despite never having to face taxes of any sort except for when he bought stuff like groceries, but those don't compare to stuff like large-scale institutes
'The joys of being a minor'
"That reminds me, what's with all of this huge increase of Pokémon being sent here to get checked up, did something happen recently?". Matsumoto silently waited for a reply, but upon not receiving one, he turned around to see Ditto gone, with a single paper-note left where she was standing. Curiosity killed the cat, as he picked up the paper-note and read it
'Talk to some real humans would you?
Rolling his eyes, Matsumoto crumples the paper and throws it in a trash bin, which he misses, so he sighs and picks up the paper and throws it in, and he misses yet again, so in frustration he picks up the paper, and drops it in the bin, this time successfully doing so [AN-Am I the only person who struggles with thisPinching his nose in annoyance, Matsumoto walks out of storage as he crosses off that task from his mental task list. But it still bugged him that there was a sudden influx of Pokémon being rushed to this Poke centre. Granted the Pokémon weren't anything special, all a bunch of Pidgey's and ratatta's and occasionally their evolved forms, though he had yet to see a Pidgeot.
"Good morning Mister Tofu" Matsumoto said greeting the receptionist. One would expect the receptionist to be a cute stacked woman, but Tofu was instead the manliest man he had ever seen in person. The man was a virtual image of ancient Greek fantasies, a herculonian figure of immense strength that showed in each strand of taut muscle. The man was a mountain of roiling muscle. His outsize arms hung like menacing weapons from his sloping shoulders. His back had the texture of a bag full of angry snakes.
He looked like a man who had picked up heavy objects and put them down, and then done that again a few billion times.
"Yeah Matsumoto" the man said as he typed down on his keyboard, probably busy from the influx of Pokémon coming in, speaking of which "What's up with all the Pokémon?". The man looked up from his keyboard, looking at me," did something happen to the Pokémon?" he asked in concern. "Nono, I was just wondering why so many Pokémon are suddenly being admitted here?"
Tofu nodded as he spoke "Ah, all the Pokémon school across Asia are hosting a Pokémon tournament"
What
"Ha-ha, you're wondering what that is right? Well…It's basica-
…
-ally an all-out Pokémon tournament hosted across the entirety of the Asian continent"
Matsumoto hummed as Mudkip tackled yet another Pidgey making it faint, as it "fainted" and disintegrated into blue particles which rushed towards the 3 Pokémon slightly filling up their EXP bars, not enough to level up of course, but small drops make an ocean….or was it raindrops? Meh, who cares, point is my Pokémon are getting stronger and I'm all for it right now
"Rotom, you said that Pokémon-trainers are rare yes? Then how come is there an entire tournament containing thousands of trainers?"
"Bzzzt, they are rare of course, but you have to consider that there are bound to be Pokémon trainers in the entirety of Asia considering how huge it is no?"
Matsumoto sighed as Rotom zapped yet another Pidgey, which yet again, disintegrated into blue particles filling up the EXP bar more and being so close to that sweet Juicy level up. Treecko stood by simply watching the two as I didn't allow it to participate in any battle considering grass is weak against flying and all that, though now that I see the level difference, I doubt that something like that would matter
{Mudkip levelled up to LVL 12}
{Treecko levelled up to LVL 12}
{Rotom levelled up to LVL 12}
"Bzzzt, as I was explaining, maybe I should tell you what a Pokémon trainer really works?"
Matsumoto nodded as to allow Rotom to continue explaining
"Pokémon trainers are more complicated than you think. When you reach the age of 10, you're allowed to select a Pokémon from the Pokémon lab of the continent. Just think of each continent as a region, anyways, the Pokémon professor of each continent has very high authority rivalling that of the President or King/Queen of said continent, so don't expect the Professor to assign you a Pokémon personally
Anyways, to get a Pokémon you need to fill out certain forms which mostly include stuff you sign on a normal form, like your name, ID etc. along with the consent of your guardian, which in your case is the Ditto, then you are allowed to try choosing a Pokémon which usually ends in two cases the majority of the time
The First case and the more common one is that no Pokémon accepts and you go crying and whining like a little bitch to your parents who console you so you don't make a scene and wish everyone punches you in the face because believe me, they will and then you get escorted out of security while complaining about how unfair life is or "I dOn'T nEeD a PoKeMoN"
The Second and the uncommon case is that a Pokémon does in fact pick you then congratulations, you will be like 'WOW' and the other kids will start praising you like NPC's in a Chinese novel praising the young master and boasting his achievements and that you can't win because of something absolutely stupid like your hair being 1cm shorter than his, but you get some trash like a Pidgey or Ratatta which are definitely not bad, but their IV are complete garbage
The third and pretty rare option being that an actual good or rare Pokémon like an Eevee with very good IV picks you, which in that case, the Government itself and rarely, and I mean very rarely, a member of the Elite 4 will sponsor you with training resources and money and you become an insanely strong trainer and the world is like wow"
"So, if I walk in with a shiny Mudkip and shiny Treecko with max IV, what treatment would I receive?"
Rotom just looked at Matsumoto with a flat expression
"Do you even need to ask, you will be interrogated, and then a member of the Elite 4 will take you in, and you will probably be highlighted in every newspaper as the upcoming Pokémon champion considering you can use TWO Pokémon not to mention that they are starter Pokémon which are regarded as one of the strongest and rarest Pokémon to exist yet, and receive enough authority to kill any hero outside of the top 100 and get away with it"
Matsumoto whistled as he received the onslaught of information
{Mudkip levelled up to LVL 13}
{Treecko levelled up to LVL 13}
{Rotom levelled up to LVL 13}
"Bzzzt, how are you gaining so many levels? I thought the dungeons here are limited?"
"They are" Matsumoto said as they continued forward while Rotom zapped yet another Pidgey "But I noticed the Pokémon here respawn once we descend down a floor"
Matsumoto then looked at Rotom with a smug expression
"Of course, no-one really knows that because the Pokémon of this world enter these to rescue Pokémon, not to grind, and use their badge to teleport to the surface once done, but what they don't know is that the Pokémon also respawn once they ascend the stairs, so I simply walk up and down the stairs multiple times and grind the crap out of these mobs"
Rotom buzzed as it continued the manslaughter of Pidgey's
"Congrats I guess, but I don't really care…besides, we already have counter-measures for this
Anyhow, the tournament can only be attended if you officially have a Pokémon and are in a Pokémon course, however, exceptions can be made if your Pokémon are strong enough, which in your case are definitely are since the average level of Pokémon is around Level 15. If you really want to attend the tournament however, you will have to show your two Pokémon"
Matsumoto hummed as he got lost in his thoughts
{Mudkip levelled up to LVL 14}
{Treecko levelled up to LVL 14}
{Rotom levelled up to LVL 14}
"…I'll take part in it"
"Bzzzt, and may I ask why?"
"Think like this, I hide myself from the Government till I'm around 15 years old. Rotom, how many Pokémon do you reckon I can catch in 5 years?"
"Bzzzt, with your current speed….around a dozen Pokémon all at level 100"
"Now, how do you think the Government will react when a random teenager out of nowhere is able to use dozens of Level 100 Pokémon when the Elite 4 only have Pokémon around Level 60 and the only person to use 2 Pokémon is considered a legend in the world? I will be denied my fucking human rights if that ever happened, and in a Hero school too? And the worst part is that if I escape I'll be considered a national threat
Now imagine the same Person, but you know about their capabilities, and you have raised them from the start, you'll be treated as a golden star, the 2nd coming of Christ, the Krishna who held up the mountain to protect everyone from Indira. I will be treated as a fucking VIP guest according to what you told me, and who doesn't want that kind of treatment?
Sure, I could easily fight back as a villain, but why should I bother when it's easier to be able to influence the law as you wish?"
"Bzzzt, you make it sound like you're becoming a hero only for the benefits of it
Though, you should be aware that the Government could view you as a threat and eliminate you. It's a 50/50 chance of survival and death"
"Better than a 100% death rate, or being a terrorist"
"I believe we can improve our 50/50 chances if we register you with a Quirk that helps with developing Pokémon"
Matsumoto hummed in agreement
{Mudkip levelled up to LVL 15}
{Treecko levelled up to LVL 15}
{Rotom levelled up to LVL 15}
"Bzzzt, I advise we stop here" Rotom buzzed as Matsumoto looked at Rotom "Why? My Pokémon are so close to evolving"
"Bzzzt, I get it, but I highly recommend evolving your Pokémon outside the dungeons"
Matsumoto stopped walking as he stared at Rotom
"Outside? Like defeat Pokémon outside the dungeon? Why are you telling me this Rotom? Will the Pokémon outside, in the real world even provide enough XP to level them up?"
Rotom buzzed as it zapped a bunch of Pidgey's and raising the XP bar to where only one more Pokémon is required to level up
"Bzzzt, now you can level up outside, and evolve your Pokémon in your world"
"My world? Rotom what are you trying to telling me?"
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"Pokémon… cannot evolve in this world
Bzzzt"
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"Hello, how may I help you?" the receptionist asked in boredom. Her days of this job were boring, people came in, asked stupid question that made you want to bash in your heads and their heads together and then went about their jolly, or unjolly day, who the fuck really cares whether they enjoy their day or not, not me that's for damn sure
And now this kid here's gonna ask me something dumb too
"I'd like to register my Quirk"
That got an eyebrow raise out of her, then again, people wrongly assume what their Quirks are, so it's pretty uncommon-
"I was registered as Quirk less before"
And that, did intrigue her very much
"My Quirk allows me to train Pokémon
It's called…
Pokémon Master"
[{Chapter End}]