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🌟 Nova Academy — First Graduation Ceremony 🌟
The evening sky was painted with streaks of orange and violet, casting a warm glow over Nova Island's main square. For the first time since its founding, the stage in front of the central hall had been expanded to fit an audience of thousands—students, teachers, Pokémon, and even a few NPCs who made the island home.
Large floating holograms flickered overhead: student photos, live video feeds, and a soft looping image of the school's insignia—a stylized "N" encircled by stars.
And in the front row, sat the graduating class. Six hundred students, proud and bewildered, dressed in robes and badges, some still holding their Pokémon partners like babies. Some shaking from excitement, some on the verge of tears. Some... pretending to be aloof but clearly holding it in.
Student POV: Vinn (Enhancer, PL: 1324)
Vinn looked down at the shiny badge pinned on his chest. His Timburr sat beside him, holding the replica of the staff Vinn had carved for their training sessions.
"5 years ago, I didn't even know who i was. Now? Now I feel like I've found the place I belong. I don't want to leave Nova… I want to guard it. Like a real hero."
Student POV: Sambica (Manipulator, PL: 1109)
She tugged at her sleeves, side-eyeing the crowd.
"Ceremonies are weird. But also… not bad. I mean, it's wild that I didn't drop out." She glanced toward Morena, who had her arms crossed and eyes half-closed.
"Atleast I stopped her from making troubles,well most of the times."
🎤 The Ceremony Begins
The Headmaster stepped onto the grand stage, dressed in custom robes with a sleek long-coat over it, staff slung on your back He tapped the mic—more for effect than necessity. The crowd hushed.
"Alright, alright—everyone chill. This is technically a solemn occasion, but I've seen too many of you almost blow up the gym to buy into that kind of seriousness."
Laughter erupted.
"5 years ago, this school was a crazy dream. A test. A gamble. Some of you barely knew how to write let alone to open your aura without passing out. Some of you still don't. Feitan, stop laughing.
Today, 600 of you are graduating. And that means something. That means the crazy dream? Worked."
The hologram behind you shifted to a glowing wall of names, rotating slowly. A few students gasped as their own popped up.
"This island is more than a school now. It's a community. And those of you who chose to stay—you're not just alumni. You're its people. You're its future."
Thunderous applause followed. Somewhere in the audience, Shalnark was clapping with both hands while his Rotom mimicked the motion midair.
🎓 Student Speeches
Vinn (Stepping to the Mic):
"I came here hoping I could just...be able to afford to eat. I didn't think I'd find family. I didn't think I'd want to protect anything. But this island? These people? I want to stay. I want to make sure no one ever ruins this place."
His words echoed, and even Hisoka stopped spinning his badge to give a small.(yeah he got his ass beaten many time by vinn).
Morena (Stepping to the Mic, uninvited):
"I didn't care much for structure. Still don't. …"
She paused. Looked at Pariston, then at the horizon.
"…Some of you still own me some goods ,so I would comeback to relieve you of them."
There was silence. A few students paled. Morena rolled her eyes and stepped back, but a flicker of a smile betrayed her.
Chrollo (Short and solemn):
"We learned to be better. Even if we never meant to. That's what this place does."
The pins were handed out, one by one—small polished badges shaped like the "N" of Nova, infused with nen to act as portkeys to the island's core. The final group included the likes of Illumi, Hisoka, and Mito, each receiving their pins in their own peculiar ways.
Hisoka licked his pin and smirked, "Cute. I'll keep this close.
"Illumi tucked it into his coat without a word.
Mito held hers up to the sky, smiling, "I'll show this to mother and Staravia."
As dusk melted into night, fireworks exploded in the sky—actual ones and nen-crafted ones. Pokémon danced overhead. A fiery Zorua. A glowing Togepi. A laughing Gastly that shot out hearts.
Insert took the mic one final time.
"Go on. Go on adventures . Go fight. Go fall in love. Just… don't forget Nova. And don't forget where you were when you had nothing but a few diapers."
HE paused. Looked at his students.
"I'll be watching. Not creepily. Just proudly."
The first graduates of Nova Academy rose to their feet, the weight of their pins heavy on their robes—and their hearts.
They had stepped in as nobodies.
And left as capables.
...….
🌐💃 The Mr. Worldwide Dance Party 🎉
It all started as a joke.
At first, Mr. Worldwide was only supposed to oversee the ceremony. But somewhere between student dorms and ceremony planning he decided to throw a party and who am I to say no?.
"ATTENTION NOVA ACADEMY.
THIS SATURDAY NIGHT.
WE GO FULL DALE MODE.
LOCATION: The Grand Arena.
DRESS CODE: SHINY."
And so it began.
Massive speakers had been rolled out. Floating disco orbs lit the air. Lightshows pulsed in time with the bass, holograms of Mr. Worldwide sliding down every wall. The dance floor? Packed.
Students from all years, Pokémon in bowties and sunglasses, and NPCs dressed like backup dancers from the early 2000s.
Mr. Worldwide appeared on stage, mic in one hand, champagne in the other.
"NOVA, ARE YOU READY TO VIBE?"
Everyone screamed.
He hit play.
🎵 "Give Me Everything Tonight" blasted.
Hisoka was slow-dancing with… himself, using Bungee Gum to create a clone he spun around. "It's got the beat," he said, dead serious.
Illumi, leaning on the wall, eyes half-lidded, sipping neon juice. "This taste strange. I do not dislike it."
Chrollo was analyzing dance patterns like it was a martial art. By mid-song, he was moonwalking.
Morena and Pariston were having a full dance-off with two Bobs dressed in tuxedos. She didn't smile, but Pariston was losing his mind with joy.
Vinn, with his Timburr on his shoulder, just threw his hands up. "YO, THIS IS ACTUALLY FIRE."
Mito and Sarasa were at the DJ booth dropping bass.
Sambica started a line dance with Togepi glowing like your mother.
Halfway through, fog rolled in. Fireworks erupted.
Mr. Worldwide materialized midair on a floating platform shaped like a globe.
He yelled:
"This one goes out to all my builders,... and the homie who gave me life. YEAH, HEADMASTER, I SEE YOU!"
Then dropped:
"🔥NOVA TIME 🔥—my exclusive remix!"
(Basically Fireball x Timber but with lyrics about Pokémon.)
As the music peaked, students started using some flashlights to create visual effects—glowing rings, , levitating glitter, you name it.
One of the NPCs short-circuited from joy and started beatboxing. Someone summoned a giant, glowing Totodile made of stardust.
The party didn't stop until sunrise.
...
Pariston had changed quite a bit since Cheadle and I managed to "fix" him. Well, not exactly fixed—more like tuned him. Turns out, it was more of a nerve issue than anything else. I won't bore you with the technical details, but let's just say I spent some quality time listening to Cheadle's diagnosis.
So, now? He can actually feel joy from things that others find joy in. Progress, right? The catch? He still enjoys the feeling of being hated. It's like a lingering habit that's hard to shake off.
Is he a psychopath anymore? Not really. But is he a complete saint now? Definitely not. More like an asshole with a somewhat better understanding of human emotions. He's… well, he's Pariston. Just with a tiny bit more warmth—and a whole lot less destruction.
Many of the students changed significantly from their anime counterparts. Their growth wasn't just in strength or ability—it was in character, too. Some found purpose, others found their true passions, and a few even figured out how to manage the darkness that was once inside them. But rather than dive into every single transformation, I'll leave it to their future adventures to reveal just how far they've come.
And since I'd just unleashed a whole wave of teenage nen users into the world, I figured it was time to go help my good friend Gings with his little "Greedi Island" project.
The bastard had the nerve to want me to change my initial "I" to a "Y" to match his little grand idea, but I wasn't having any of it. I stuck with my "I," and just to mess with him, I made sure everyone on Nova Island started calling him Number 2. It was funny seeing Chrollo and co call him mister 2 even cheadle and Netero went with it .
Despite all of his antics, Gings was really serious about this whole "Greedi Island" thing—turning an abandoned, toxic dump of an island into some kind of twisted game. But for me, it was just another excuse to leave the school, check in on his progress, and see if there was any idea I could use and have fun . After all, I didn't build an entire island just to sit idle while others had all the fun.
So, off I went, ready to see what kind of madness we'd create together this time, I was certain it wouldn't be boring, maybe make it less collection based game and real RPG like , throw in some fighting tournaments and even sports activities.
Speaking of sports, I decided to introduce football at Nova Island. It was a great success... at first. But as expected, when you throw teenagers into anything competitive, things get a little messy. And boy, did it get emotional. It was supposed to be a simple game, but it turned into full-blown rivalry. They divided themselves into teams based on shirt colors—blue versus red—and, without realizing it, they started taking the whole thing way too seriously. It was almost like they forgot that the game was meant to be fun.
Before long, it wasn't just about goals or teamwork; it became about hating the other team. The blue team despised the red team and vice versa. I didn't even need to say anything—just let them sort it out on the field. It didn't help that the teams had become obsessed with beating each other, and suddenly, the color of their shirts became a symbol of everything that divided them.
I Became the second one to manage to create discrimination based on the color of the shirt after Saito fucking Kaiba.
As I was heading to my next project, trying to clear my mind and focus on the task ahead, my phone rang. The screen lit up with the name Netero.
I paused, briefly considering letting it go to voicemail, but then I remembered—I wasn't in a position to ignore a call from the chairman of the Hunter Association. I answered, swiping the screen with a sigh.
"Headmaster," Netero's voice crackled through the receiver, sounding unusually cheerful. "I need your help with something."
"Help? You?" I replied, raising an eyebrow, knowing that Netero was the type to rarely ask for anything. He usually gave the orders, not the other way around. "What's going on?"
"There's a situation brewing, and I could use someone who understands how to handle... delicate matters. Something's happening in the east. A group of rogue hunters have started stirring up trouble. " Netero explained, his tone now serious.
"Trouble with rogue hunters?" I leaned against the wall, my mind already racing through potential outcomes. "I'm guessing this isn't just about a few then."
"Not exactly," Netero continued, lowering his voice slightly. "These individuals are being manipulated. There's an undercurrent of something much darker happening behind the scenes. Atleast five of them didn't seemed the type to cause said trouble."
I frowned, processing his words. "Sounds like something that requires more than just a few well-placed punches. Are you looking for me to round up the students and send them to handle it?"
"Not quite," Netero chuckled, sensing my concern. "I need you to assess the situation first. If there's something deeper at play, we'll need to act carefully. The association is spread thin, and the Hunter Exam is coming up. I can't afford to divert too many resources to this.Insert it might be something from there"
I was silent for a moment, letting his words settle in. Something from the DC—and a control one at that. But I wasn't the kind of person to back down from a challenge. Especially not one that involved potential Dark continent loot.
"Alright, I'll look into it," I said with a slight smirk, "Give me the details, and I'll handle it. But if this is one of your little games again, you're paying for the next 2 years of Nova fundings."
"Ha! Then make me," Netero laughed. "I'll send you the coordinates and more info soon. And, one more thing—be careful. Things are more troubles than they seem."
"Always am," I replied, hanging up the phone and sighing. Another problem to solve, but this time, it wasn't just the students' wild antics I'd be dealing with—it was something that could threaten the very balance of the world as we knew it.
"Time to gear up," I muttered to myself, already thinking of what to do next.
"Maybe get Gings involved too"