Hello, hello everyone; I apologize for my lengthy absence, i had kinda lost interest in submitting here for a while given how much more complex it is compared to Deviantart. But don't worry, I'm back, hopefully to stay. for those of you that've read previously, welcome back.

For those of you new, welcome to Pokemon 101. After my Tales of Mysterra series, Pokemon 101 is my most extensive and lengthy series; as you could probably have guessed, it centers around the Pokemon franchise, primarily the games. The series is planned to have five installments, one for each generation from Kanto to Unova. To be safe, I'm gonna rate this M for the language; if anyone feels the need for me to lower it, speak up. Thank you and enjoy the read.

Prologue

-16 Years Ago-

The moon was high in the sky, fireworks filling the air with loud cracks and booms as the cheer of a massive crowd ensued. The source of the noise was a large stadium, which was seemingly aglow with floodlights and fireworks. On one side of the stadium, perched atop a pedestal several stories high, was a torch, ablaze with a large, shimmering flame. On the opposite end was a very large screen, split down the middle in two colors, with 7 empty panels organized on each side. The stadium itself was filled to the brim with roaring fans in their seats overlooking the blank, dirt field below; some of the spectators carried signs with names and colorful images plastered on them. Suddenly, a loud, confident voice boomed from above, amplified by speakers. "Welcome, one and all, to the final round of the Indigo League Championships!"

Another resounding roar emanated from the crowd, as the announcer continued, "This tournament has indeed been a hot one, but the title of Champion can only go to one, and that one will be decided tonight!"

Yet another deafening cheer. "Now, here are the finalists! The current reigning Champion, having already won his spot in the League 3 times in a row, please welcome, Yuusha Douniiru!"

At this time, a rather tall, muscular man stepped forward from a door on one side of the field, waving to the fans. He wore a brown vest and khaki pants, with somewhat long, light brown hair. After he was finished appealing to the crowd, the announcer continued, "And, on the other end, the underdog of this championship; who would have thought it? She came out of nowhere, and is truly a crowd favorite! Give it up for Keikoku Ardelum!"

With this comment, a woman emerged from the other end of the field; she wore a black shirt and pants, as well as a yellow scarf that hung down to her knees. She had long, dark red hair that seemed almost brown. The two walked towards the center of the field, as a referee standing on the sidelines asked, "Alright, everyone is familiar with the rules?"

The man, Yuusha, grinned, and said, "You don't have to tell me twice."

"Likewise," the woman, Keikoku, added.

At this, the duo took their places at the opposing ends of a rectangular marking in the middle of the field. "Alright then...let the battle begin!"

Wasting no time, Yuusha reached into his vest, pulling out a small ball colored red and white, with a black band across the middle. Keikoku pulled out a ball from her pocket with a similar design, a smile creeping along her face. "You're going down, honey."

Yuusha laughed in response to this, and responded confidently, "It's you that's going down!"

Both tossed their devices into the air, causing them to burst open and let loose two flashes of light, which landed on the ground and began to take shape. On Yuusha's side, a large orange dog with black stripes adorning its body a yellow mane stepped forth, letting out a loud, deep bark. On Keikoku's side, a smaller, blue dog with a dolphin-like tail and a circular fin around its neck stepped forward, and let out a high-pitched squeal. The screen at the top lit up, showing a portrait of Yuusha and Keikoku on each side, as well as one of each of the creatures they had just sent forth. "And, it looks like Yuusha will start the battle with Arcanine! Meanwhile, Keikoku has chosen Vaporeon to lead!" the announcer called.

Yuusha furrowed his brow in thought. "So she's got a type advantage...that won't stop me!" He pointed forward, and shouted, "Arcanine, use Extremespeed!"

Suddenly, the dog vanished, kicking up a small cloud of dust where it was before, evidence of its blistering speed. Keikoku didn't seem bothered in the least, and responded, "Vaporeon, Acid Armor!"

Vaporeon crouched with this command, its body suddenly beginning to shift into a goopy liquid-like substance. Arcanine abruptly appeared where Vaporeon was once standing, and slapped at the semi-liquefied Vaporeon, splattering its form all over the ground. Keikoku retained her calm demeanor, then called, "Use Aqua Tail!"

The aquatic creature abruptly reassembled itself, slamming its partially solidified tail into Arcanine's face and sending it skidding backwards. Yuusha furrowed his brow, and shouted back, "Don't let that tiny thing show you up! Flamethrower, now!"

After shaking off the effects of the attack, Arcanine opened its mouth, several embers beginning to gather inside. These gave way to a strong jet of flames from its mouth that streaked towards Vaporeon at a high speed. The fish-like dog leaped out of the way, coming to a stop as Keikoku ordered, "Now, Hydro Pump!"

Vaporeon took a breath, its chest puffing out considerably with a faint sloshing sound. The creature abruptly shot out a large, powerful jet of water from its mouth, smashing into Arcanine and sending it toppling backwards, starting to get noticeably tired. Yuusha grunted slightly, and called, "Don't give in, Arcanine! Use Exremespeed again!"

Like before, Arcanine disappeared with a small cloud of dust. Unlike before, Vaporeon wasn't able to defend, and was smashed by Arcanine's paw, sending it toppling backwards, skidding to a halt. Keikoku let out a surprised blink as Vaporeon attempted to get back to its feet, only for Arcanine to leap into the air and pin its opponent to the ground. Keikoku finally let out a frown, then called forcefully, "Vaporeon, use Ice Beam!"

Before Arcanine could launch a counterattack, Vaporeon had shot a blast of light blue energy from its mouth, hitting its opponent directly and sending it flying backwards. The icy energy unleashed in the attack had frozen the front portion of its body, only for the icy casing to be shattered once Arcanine hit the ground. Despite this, the repeated assaults had left it unable to get up, now unconscious. "Arcanine is unable to battle! Vaporeon is the winner!" The crowd let out another excited cheer, as the announcer commented rather enthusiastically, "A magnificent display by Keikoku and her Vaporeon! It's no wonder she's so popular with our fans!"

Yuusha held up the ball-shaped device from before, prompting the button on the front to shoot a red beam of light outwards. The ray impacted Arcanine, enveloping it in the same red light and caused it to be pulled into the device. Yuusha put away the ball, though he retained a confident smirk. "Pretty impressive, sweet cheeks. But, just 'cause you got an early lead, don't think that I won't pull a fast one on you!"

Keikoku smiled at this comment, and responded, "I wouldn't like it any other way."

Smirking, Yuusha threw another ball with a similar design into the air, releasing a muscular, four armed creature with light-blue skin. "It appears that Yuusha has sent forth Machamp! What can we expect from this matchup?" the announcer called.

The crowd roared eagerly as both combatants charged at each other, their attacks clashing amidst the glow cast by the stadium...

Pokemon 101

Season 1-Kanto

Chapter 1-Expectations

-Present day-

The only sound that permeated the otherwise deafening silence of the room was the scritch-scratch of pencil on paper. The classroom was filled with students, heads buried in a test, while the teacher sat at the table, looking over a magazine with his feet propped on the table. "Done."

The teacher looked up at the source of the low, almost monotonous voice. A teenage boy with messy, brown hair that seemed to cover his eyes, although it was still recognizable that he was wearing oval-shaped glasses, placed his page on the table. "Alright then. Take your seat."

The boy nodded and sat down at his seat, then pulled out a book from the bag next to his seat, flipping it open and reading. A few more minutes passed by, as several other students went up to the desk and handed in their papers. Eventually, all of the students had finished, giving way to a resounding ring to be heard throughout the room and hallways. On cue, everyone began to stand up and collect their things, as the teacher settled his feet on the floor once again. "Alright everyone, you'll get your test results next week. Have a nice day."

The students began to file out of the room, as the brown-haired boy put his book up and began to walk out of the room. "Demitri. May I have a word with you?"

Upon hearing the teacher's comment, the boy, Demitri, looked around and asked lowly, "Yes sir?"

He approached the desk, as the teacher folded his hands together and asked, "How long have you been in this school?"

"8 years," Demitri replied.

The teacher nodded. "Can you tell me your grade average for the previous year?"

"I got an A average," the teen continued.

"And the year before that?"

"A average again."

"And the one before?"

"Straight As."

The teacher nodded in confirmation, then proceeded to ask, "You do know why you go to school, correct?"

"To use what I learn here to get a career, and leave my mark on society," Demitri answered, almost mechanically.

The teacher smiled slightly, then said with a chuckle, "Well, it's no wonder you're the brightest student here. But, what I'm curious to know is...why haven't you begun your own journey yet?"

Demitri furrowed his brow, then replied, "I'm not planning on becoming a Trainer. I'm going to become a scientist, to help everyone understand Pokemon more."

Nodding slightly, the teacher continued, "Listen, Demitri. I'm sure you know that almost every Trainer that has come from Pallet has gone on to become the best of the best."

Demitri nodded in understanding. "It would be a terrible waste if you didn't become a Trainer, and to become another of Pallet's elite. Especially given..."

"I know, my family has been generation after generation of Trainers," Demitri cut him off with a hint of distaste in his tone. "But...I just don't think that is me. I'm sorry."

The teacher heaved a sigh at this, then asked, "Are you certain? You haven't even tried, have you?"

Demitri rubbed the back of his head, and murmured uncertainly, "Well...no...but, do you really think that I'd be up to it?"

"I don't think so...I know so," his teacher answered. "With your knowledge and the skill passed down by your family, I'm certain that you'd become very great...maybe even as good as your mother. Or even your father."

Demitri had fallen silent, deep in thought. "Give it some thought," his teacher finished, looking back into his magazine.

The teen nodded and walked out of the room, thinking to himself, "A Trainer...I'm still not sure...I mean, I'm not really smart about that kind of thing, but..." Demitri finally walked out of the school building, and said aloud, "I guess I could give it a shot."

He walked away from the school, off towards his neighborhood; perhaps his mom could have some advice...though Demitri was fairly certain he'd already know what she'd say.