I believe that it is time for me to explain Shinryu's beginnings. So, here is the start of his extensive Pokémon Career.

Note: Things will be slowed down, because I don't think it would be a good idea to have Shinryu defeat the Eight Gyms faster than you can blink, because if that was the case this would be very, very short if I had him defeat the Gyms in his (My) record time.

A young kid stood in the back of a long line within the PokeLab of Littleroot Town, he was about twelve, stood at about five foot six, and had short white hair. His eyes were a sterling silver in color, and they reflected his excitement at almost being able to have his own pokémon!

"Hey! Richard!" Exclaimed the kid in front of him, choosing that moment to turn around. He held his hand up and Richard high-fived him. "So, what pokémon are you hoping to get? I want to get a Treecko."

Richard shrugged. "Hi Arthur. I was thinking maybe Torchic." He answered. "I like the idea of training a Blaziken! I heard that someone could be able to take on the entire Elite Four with one." He whispered the last part into Arthur's ear.

"Nah... That's just a rumor." Said the kid behind Richard. "There's no way a Blaziken could take the ENTIRE Elite Four on on its own."

Richard glared back at the kid. "So you say. But what if its true?"

The kid laughed maniacally. "If it was true, don't you think everyone would be choosing to get a Torchic and leave the others alone?" He pushed Richard out of the line. "Now leave. You don't deserve a pokémon, you weakling."

Richard growled up at the kid, who merely flexed his muscles.

"Leave now before I decide to show everyone just how weak you are." The kid growled back as he kicked Richard hard in his side, causing him to cry out loudly.

Arthur grabbed the kid, but ended up being thrown out of the line also.

"And you are weak as well. Weaklings shouldn't have pokémon. Only the strong. That is what my Father has told me!"

Richard groaned as he stood back up.

The kid laughed as he saw Richard stand. "Hah! Tougher than you look. Well, take this!" He spiraled about and planted a kick to Richard's chest, causing him to grunt in pain as he fell backwards.

The last thing Richard remembered was the laugh of the kid, and then the angry yell before he became lost to the world.

"Ughnn..." Groaned Richard as he rolled onto his side, before he quickly sat upright. "No!" He shouted before he clutched his chest. "Agh! Where?" He looked around and saw he was in a hospital room. "What?"

At that moment, the door to his room opened and Nurse Joy walked in along with Chansey. "Oh hello Richard. How are you feeling?" She asked gently, approaching him and pushing him softly back into a lying position.

"Ugh... Like hell."

"Richard Tyler Maxwell! Watch your tongue young man!" Exclaimed a woman as she walked into the room at that exact moment. She was tall, and wore an expensive crimson dress that had a diamond inset into the collar.

Richard sighed as he looked away. "Yes mother..." He then groaned when Joy had gently prodded his left side.

"Hmm... It seems like he has some broken ribs misses Maxwell." Said Joy as she stood up. "He is to stay in bed until they are fully healed. He is lucky that they didn't break into his lungs." She then bowed to Richard's mother and left the room, leaving the two alone.

Richard's mother sighed as she sat down in a chair next to his bed. "Alright, what happened?"

Richard looked away. "I was attacked needlessly." He said simply.

His mother sighed as she reached out and placed her hand on Richard's cheek. "Who attacked you?"

Richard attempted to shrug, but he hissed with pain. "I have no idea. He was taller than me, had black hair in a long samurai-tail, and was boasting that weak people shouldn't be Trainers." He looked over at his mother. "And he did the same thing to Arthur!"

His mother hesitated... "Umm... There's something you need to know... Arthur is in heavy surgery because of massive internal bleeding and his spine was broken."

Richard's eyes widened as he clenched the sheets of his bed, an unintentional growl coming from his throat. "If I find that kid... I will pay him back ten-fold for what he's done to me and Arthur!"

Richard's mother was about to open her mouth to say something, but the door opened and a man in a black and white business suit stormed into the room.

"Richard!" He exclaimed.

Richard smiled weakly. "Hi Dad... How goes the research?"

The man, now revealed as Richard's father, sighed and shook his head. "You're more important that my research son. Are you okay?" He asked as he sat down next to his wife, who smiled at him.

"Assimir... Richard was attacked by a kid who was at the Lab also."

Richard's father's eyes widened. "What? Who did it, and was he caught?" He shouted.

Richard grunted as he looked away. "Don't ask me. He probably bailed out when he realized that he hurt us too much."

Assimir stared at his son. "Richard... When did you mature like this? You're only twelve..."

Richard turned to stare his father in the eyes. "Want to know what happened? I nearly died."

Assimir looked taken aback as he nodded slightly. "Come on Alice... Let's let Richard rest now." He said as he stood up. "We'll be back in a few hours to take you home to Fortree."

Richard nodded. "Alright. Whatever." He turned as best as he could onto his other side and closed his eyes.

Richard was watching out the window as the limo brought them into his hometown, his normally enthusiastic eyes dark and cold as he stared at the passing trees until they pulled up to a large tree-house and the limo stopped.

A door was heard opening further up and Richard unbuckled his seat belt as his door opened and a man in a dark green suit stood nearby. "Thanks Jeff." He said with a slight edge in his voice as he got out of the vehicle, standing up to his full height while keeping a hold on the limousine's frame before Jeff pulled out the wheelchair from the trunk and wheeled it up to where he was. He inclined his head somewhat and then sat down.

"Where to Master Maxwell?" Asked Jeff, closing the door to the limo.

Richard shrugged slightly with his left shoulder, seeing as his right side was what was hurting. "To my room please. And what have I told you about calling me Master? I am not my Father or Grandfather, so please call me Richard."

Jeff chuckled lightly as he began pushing the chair towards the elevator that was built into the bottom of the tree.

The house was unique in the fact that it was the ONLY building in Fortree that wasn't entirely a tree-house and was partly a scientific wonder. The Maxwell family had built many technological devices into the very tree, and yet they hadn't killed it.

Once inside the elevator, Richard looked back at Jeff. "And could I persuade you to bring me something to eat after I am in my room? I am very hungry."

Jeff smiled down at Richard. "Why of course... Richard." He then began to move them down the hall the moment the elevator doors opened. He wheeled Richard to the last room and opened the door. "Here you are. I'll be back in a bit with some food. Is there anything in particular that you want?"

Richard shook his head. "No, nothing in particular. Just bring me whatever the cook wants to make." He then took the wheels of the chair and rolled into the room to his computer desk, pushing the actual chair out of the way and positioning the wheelchair at the desk, locking the wheels in place. He reached down to the power button and pushed it in, turning on the desktop.

With a low hum, the computer screen flashed on as the computer loaded. Richard sighed as he waited for about a minute and then rapidly typed in his password, accessing the desktop. He moved the mouse and double-clicked on the Google Chrome icon, bringing up the internet. He typed in the home URL for the pokémon school, signed in, and began to read more on his Online Class.

The door opened softly and then shut. "Rick, are you okay?" Asked an obviously male voice, concern laced in it.

"I am fine Seth." Richard answered, still keeping his eyes on the computer screen as he read.

"No, you aren't."

Richard unlocked the wheels of his chair and turned to face the man before him. He was wearing a black and red vest over a green shirt, with black cargo pants and a pair of hiking boots. His gloves were iron-backed, and his eyes were the same silver color as Richard's own. A tattoo of silver was on his right forearm, however it was tilted away so it wasn't fully visible.

"Oh come on Shinryu. You can't fool me. You can fool Mom and Dad, but not me. We are too much alike for that to be possible." Seth walked over and sat in the chair that Richard has pushed away.

Richard smiled slightly at his brother's nickname for him. "You're right Seth... I am not okay. I feel terrible. The pain of my ribs is intense, but the mental pain from being ridiculed for being weak is much worse."

"You are not weak." Seth started. "You are the strongest, most intelligent kid I know. Hell, I think if you really wanted to, you could give me a run for my money in a Pokémon battle."

Richard smiled. "Thanks." He turned to his brother. "Thanks a lot for that Seth. You have no idea what that means to me."

Seth chuckled. "Yes, I do." He smiled back at Richard.

"So what else do you want to talk about?" Richard asked, going over his Class on how to properly handle a sick Pokémon.

"I want to tell you that, when you do get your own Pokémon, I would like to teach you how a real battle will go. Don't worry, I'll go as easy or as hard as you want me to, depending on how well you react."

Richard smiled. "Thanks Seth."

Well? What do you think. This is how Shinryu started out his Pokémon Career. The next chapter will be when he finally meets Night, three years after this event when he turns fifteen. Later folks! :)