Chapter 51.1- Oak

Fuck all this, I thought to myself as I took a large swig from the bottle I just received. My family was fucking insane, same with Indigo as a whole, and from this sudden attack from Sinnoh, we weren’t alone in the insanity. I’d been reborn in a world where everyone was either insane or an idiot, or in rare cases, a combination of both. It tired and wore at me constantly that the basic things I’d have expected in my former world like human decency and not using children as bait were pipe dreams here. No chance of building something there. After all, if you were going to give these same children enough fire power to level towns at 15, or the potential for it, there was no point treating them like children. It was a bit contradictory, and for one so full of it, this world seemed to detest avoidable contradictions. ‘What’s the point of keeping children from drinking when we allow them kill?’ A league representative had asked bitterly when the question of a drinking age had been raised in one of the League’s numerous legal conferences. As a new body of government, the League was never shy about inviting legal experts and other concerned citizens to suggest new legislation or point out lacunas in the existing legislation. Literally the only thing the government of this world did better than the one I’d come from, and even that was motivated purely by the existence of pokemon. Everyone, literally everyone with a pokemon license had the authority to carry six natural disasters around them at all times. No license? No problem, just stick to three. There had been talk of limiting the strength of the pokemon held by those without licences, but the league official who suggested it had barely been able to leave the building with his life and had disappeared into some form of witness protection shortly after.

This world did not take kindly to limitations, and here, the government was even more beholden to the people. Sure, strength played a role, but any institution without popular support would die near instantly. That probably explained why Giovanni hadn’t just attacked Indigo Plateau with an army of Mewtwo and called it a day. If Rocket took over in such a manner, they’d find themselves swiftly deposed by the people they sought to rule. Resistance would take no time to form, and eventual, they’d gather enough numbers to simply bury Team Rocket in them. No, they had to do things slowly. Rob the League of legitimacy, get the people to turn on the league and then swoop in like saviours. I had no idea how they expected everyone to just forget their devastating attacks on the people of Kanto, but I’m sure something was in the works. As much as I would have wished otherwise, Giovanni wasn’t an idiot. He’s just insane.

I turned to the other screen that showed a beautiful Volcarona engaging in a dans macabre with several elder dragons. Quite a few Dragonite, Dragonaire, and Salamence covered the sky with it, but it swooped through them like a sickle through wheat. Clearly an elite-level pokemon, and not one like mine. No, this was a real elite, knocking on the door of Champion level probably. My suspicion was that it was the ace of one of Sinnoh’s version of the elite four. Probably the man with lime green hair surrounded by bug types. The pokemon unable to fly were trying to break through the cover but they weren’t having such a good time. That Heracross was a monster of a fighting type, and I could tell Gai would love to get a chance at it. He was nowhere near as battle hungry as Igneel, or even Snorlax of the past, but he loved the occasional strong opponent every once in a while.

Thinking of Snorlax brought me to a topic I’d have preferred to avoid for the meantime. Snorlax had been battle hungry when I caught him, but since then, he’d begun to change. Was he just maturing or could there be something more insidious? Was my aura influencing my pokemon? Nearly every single one of my pokemon had been young when I caught them, so any changes could easily be explained by maturity. Snorlax, however, was nearly fully grown for his species and had already fought an elite four’s pokemon before I captured him. Could he have matured so significantly since then? I tossed it out of my mind to contemplate later and watched Claire’s Kingdra match up against what was clearly a mega evolved Camerupt. Mega evolution. When I first came here, I’d searched everywhere for information on the topic, with dreams of Mega Steelix haunting my sleep. When I found nothing, not even the barest traces of a rumour, I gave it up as a lost cause. It seems I’d been just a bit too hasty in my decision. After all, wasn’t that a mega evolved pokemon staring at me from the screen. Not even just one, if my suspicions about that Medicham were proven correct. Fuck. I had so many pokemon that could mega evolve if I just found the right rocks. Mega Tyranitar, Mega Charizard, Mega Gardevoir, could all be waiting for me across the corner. Could Kleavor mega evolve? I mean Scizor could. Where would I even find a Kleavorite or any of those mega stones. Since I was sure they exhausted, I figured Charicific Valley would be a good place to check for the Charizardite, but for the rest? Mount Silver for Tyranitarite? Not bloody likely, but still worth the shot at least. I guess I’d found myself a new adventure.

I didn’t finish my train of thought before I was suddenly on my arse. I looked around me in shock. I was in a clearing of some sort, surrounded by people who looked equally shocked to be here. David and Oak were recognised first, but when I truly began looking, I could see all sorts of faces. Giovanni, Cynthia, Lance himself, along with the elite four and several other notable trainers from Indigo. What the fuck is this?

“It’s a summoning, my dear Donnell Oak” A voice said as it floated towards us. Super Mewtwo?