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(Chapter Question: Who's your favourite mythical Pokemon?)
[•—•{James Morgan}•—•]
"Father are we gonna go to the next place soon?" I asked with unbridled excitement. Not masking my emotions at all, anyone could see that I was acting my age.
I mean who wouldn't get excited about Pokemon. It's been a reoccurring thing in my past life and to see them up close is a real blessing.
No matter what, if I see a new or strong Pokemon.
I'm gonna look like a child watching with joy.
"You'll have to wait just a little bit more my boy, your birthday gift will surprise you." My dad says with a cocky look. Hearing this my curiosity gets raised as I hear a noise.
*Tap* *Tap* *Tap*
Looking behind myself, I spotted two people entering the VIP store. The first person was a kid who I assumed to be a similar age to me with dark green hair, a clumsy look with a slender figure.
The second was the kid's father mostly likely as the kid looked like his mini me besides the difference in eye colour with the adult looking more refined.
Eyeing the adult, I spotted a name badge on his suit.
'Trevor Sonezaki.' Reading the name to myself, my eyes widen realising who it is.
"Hello Sean it's been a little bit, and greetings to you madam Akane. This is your son James I assume?" The man I recognise as the owner of Silph Co, greets us with a smile.
"It has been a while Trevor, this is Bill from what you've told me?" My dad responds with vigour as he gives the man a handshake. With both men ignoring everyone else besides themselves.
I got bored and walked over to the kid named Bill.
"Hello my names Bill but you already know that." Bill says as he scratches the back of his head embarrassed.
"You know mine as well, James. I'm current eight years old!" I say mimicking my father with Bill doing the same with his as we give each other a handshake.
My mother looking at the scene of practical clones copying each other, she just rolls with it while going back to picking out some more TMs.
"Let's make sure to hang out! It's getting boring with all my homework and meetings I'm dragged into. I like into observing Pokemon if you want to do that sometime." Bill comments as I soon after agree.
"I'll make sure to invite you over to play, I got a Growlithe if you want to see him."
Bill hearing this gets stars in his eyes as he nods with an ecstatic expression. Seeing this I laugh a little at his enthusiasm.
'He seems to be the same Bill from the light tower.' I think to myself as I realise how much more of an important figure he has become knowing his background.
Bill seemed to have connections with Professor Oak in the anime so that's pretty cool in itself. Ignoring his identity of the heir of the largest company in Kanto of course.
"James, Trevor is here to talk to you about your future as a trainer." My dad says as he scoots me over to his side, awkwardly walking in front of the owner of Silph Co. I kind of just stood there with a nervous look.
"Hello young James, as you're dads said before my name is Trevor Sonezaki. The owner of this building and the Silph Corporation." he says with a gentle smile.
"I'm currently interested in your goal to become a trainer. I want to make a favourable impression and hopefully you could help my company with a few future jobs." He sincerely says. Mr Sonezaki signaling one of his men to step up, I watch the butler bring a bag.
Not refusing his kindness I take the bag in glee, assuming it had spatial properties.
'This is a bit suspicious.'
While I have been training Growlie but that doesn't warrant any attention the only thing I could think about is my intelligence and me being his friend's son.
But hey free things is free things.
The money is probably a drop in the sea for this man anyways.
Getting a small explanations and a manual about the bag, I was now in my happy place.
'I bet my mum told all her friends about me.' I thought to myself knowing that she would totally do that. If you really think about it, my mother is basically a teenager put into an adults body with her personality.
But his reasons still made me a little vigilant I just decided to switch my brain off and agree to his words.
"I wish you a happy career and good talented Pokemon in the future!" Trevor says with a wide grin. Nodding at his words, my mind drifts a little to my bag.
With my attention now away from his face, I hear him laugh a little.
Soon after said our goodbyes with a few promises between Billy and I to visit each other.
With them gone I could see my mother buying a TM from the shop and right after heading towards father and I while Hopkins was still off to the entrance of the shop.
"Let's head over to our final destination of the day James." My father says enthusiastically as we make our way outside of the building. "Did you like the "gift" son? You may not know the value of a connection into the Pokemon world yet but it's extremely crucial for any trainer."
'I think I know the value of connections with what I just received!'
For example it's almost been 7 months since I've been reincarnated. And for some reason there were only 1 seller of a star piece that was a rookie trainer who won it in a tournament hosted by the Alliance.
But due to their lack of financial aid they sold it to my father. This was only possible for a single trainer because most that win have financial backing anyways.
"The thing is, is that Trevor is my only connection into the Pokemon world as our family focuses more on the luxury items and land." He said quite happily as the meeting turned out to be quite good for him.
His son would be getting the support of the company leading the technology craze.
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*Blerghh!*
Vomiting inside a paper bag, my body started to feel very sensitive and out of place as I made my way outside of the chamber.
"I feel dizzy mummy." I mutter out as my mother gently hugs me while patting my back.
"It will be okay sweetie just let it out." She replies like she's consoling a crying girl. Not in the mood right now because of the recent long distance teleport to Sinnoh, I uncomfortably made my way outside with my parents and a few servants who were supporting me till we made it to the hotel.
"We've made it to Scovil Town James, you ready for the Poke Ringer tournament?" My dad asks like a little kid. Seeing his facade gone for this Pokemon competition I get confused. "Seeing events like these make my blood pump! Especially the Poke Ringer event, we need to visit Sinnoh more often with their Yearly Pokemon Contest ranging around the region." He says with passion in every word he spoke.
Seeing that he probably won't stop talking like this, I just sat next to him and enjoyed one of the few times he wasn't judging me for being more fit then him.
'This is a legitimised tournament with a star piece as its final prize at the end of the year.' I thought to myself as we walked to the PokeRinger stadium.
"James sweetie you want any drinks or food?" Mother asks as we go inside some private spectator booths. While ordering some food we started to watch the current two challengers who were facing each other.
It was currently the pre-quarterfinals with 16 trainers left standing. We ended up placing some bets on who would win.
I ended up betting on a guy called Sheren who had a fearsome Staraptor.
"Stay still..." I chuckle out as I try to groom Growlie's fur.
There was so much of it and it was extremely vibrant and full of vitality. Growlie seemed more healthy than other Growlithe's I've seen probably due to the high quality food hes been fed for a little over half a year.
His size and overall health has improved being 1.6 times bigger than the average of his species.
Taking my time to groom Growlie while my parents watched, a sudden idea entered my head. While it seemed obvious why didn't I hire a groomer to help me take care of Growlie, it's not like we lack the money to do it.
Being a groomer has several specialisations and the one that I'll need is one that gives massages. Specifically to smaller Pokemon, or maybe a groomer who's already had experience with Growlithes. Making my life easier overall.
Some people in that industry who aren't trainers are all about the cold hard cash. So let's indulge them.
More importantly though, stretches are crucial but I don't want to hurt Growlie with trial and error..
Soon after I finish brushing Growlie's hair I return him to his Pokeball as he prefers to stay in there, rather than outside. The complete opposite to Ash's Pikachu but who am I to complain as it's his preference.
Looking back at the competition I focus up.
The tournament went on until the afternoon to where the person I place my bets in lost in the semi-finals with the end winner being a guy who has a Flygon.
"That was amazing dear." My mum comments as we made our way outside of the arena.
"It was, did you enjoy the finals James? We can visit more events like contests without it being a special occasion." My father tells me eagerly as entered the car. I guess watching Pokemon in action and battling is my dads kryponite, I wonder why he didn't train a Pokemon.
The finals was pretty enjoyable though.
"Yeah I also heard there was a contest sometime next week from someone walking by at Flower Town."
"We can visit the Pokemon contest as soon as possible!" Sean says holding his hand in a fist and putting it over his heart.
After asking for permission to split away from my parents for a little bit to head towards a mountain. Hopkins and a maid followed me as I curiously went around with a set goal in mind.
"I heard there was a discoloured Beldum or Metang wondering the area and wanted to see if you could catch it for me." I say with a cheeky look. My butler hearing this just dutifully smiles and nods showing he would follow me where ever.
While the maid was sort of panicking realising what was going on.
"What ever you want, young master" He quickly answers.
With Hopkins agreeing with what I say. We soon headed towards steel hill which a decade later will be called Metagross hill due to the Pokemon dominating the area.