Chapter 1: Starting new

-Andy Ferdinand POV-

"Is everything done, son?"

"Yeah, mom." I casually replied to my mother. Currently, I am in the middle of packing my stuff for my trip with a bunch of my friends tomorrow.

"Toothbrush? Soap? Towels?" I heard my mother ask me again.

"Yep."

"How about your clothes, is it enough?" I sighed when she asked me about my stuff, again.

"I packed enough clothes for more than a week, mom."

"Do you have enough underwear?"

"MOM, C'mon!" I groaned in embarrassment hearing what my mom said. I was honestly getting annoyed at her for always nagging about the smallest things, but I didn't say it out loud.

My mother had always been a nagging person. Being a forgetful person herself had led to her always fretting over her children and trying to make sure that they wouldn't inherit her bad tendencies. And with my older sister and brother already being married and having their own houses, it left me to take care of our mom by myself.

Sometimes she could really be overbearing about a lot of stuff. Be it about my job, or about if I had already found a girlfriend or even asking me about my friends and stuff.

Nevertheless, she was still my mother, and I loved her. And I knew she loved me and my siblings too.

As for my father, it's better if nobody ever asks about him, not me or my mother.

Anyway, I was at the moment packing my stuff because tomorrow I will be going

to the mountains for two days and two nights for a small vacation with my friends. Initially my mom disagreed since she was a bit scared if I left her at home alone. But after I managed to persuade my older sis to stay at home for about two days, she finally gave in, earning me her approval.

My mom looked at me with a concerned look plastered on her face. "Please be careful. Stay away from dangerous sites and don't play on the cliff. And if you do, don't climb too high."

I nodded while replying to my mom. "It's ok mom. I'll be careful, I promise."

That is the last thing I said to my mom before I left with my friends the other day.

And also the last time I ever saw my mom again.

-Ars Bastion POV-

Opening my eyes, I was greeted by a pair of yellow orbs that stared at me directly while glistening with tears.

"Ars! You're awake!" yelled the woman while quickly pulling me into a tight hug.

Confused and still feeling lightheaded, I instinctively ask her the first question that came to my head.

"Who are you, ma'am?"

The shock on her face when I asked her somehow made me uncomfortable. I didn't expect her to suddenly go crying while saying 'My son has amnesia'. I could hardly understand her because of her sobbing.

"Are you alright, miss?" Just as I asked that question, I suddenly got a head-splitting headache, making me scream. This made her become even more hysterical as she quickly pressed the button near the bed.

A bunch of unknown memories that weren't mine forced themselves into my head, almost making me lose my consciousness due to how painful it was to receive so many memories all at once.

But I held on and endured it. After the pain had subsided, a lot of my confusion cleared up. The memories told me who I am now and how I ended up here. Apparently the memories of this body and those of my former self had both been retained, while the personality mostly felt like myself from the previous world.

That is because I had died, due to falling off a cliff after rescuing my friend.

The life of Andy Ferdinand ended, just for the life of Ars Bastion to begin.

The new memories, for example, told me that the woman who was sobbing while holding onto me as if I would slip away should she let go, was the mother of the me that had been born in this name was Rose Bastion, a single mother who lived alone with her son in a small village in the Crown Tundra in this world. That name rang a bell to my other mind as well. I knew it from a fictional world

The Pokémon world.

My eyes went wide at that thought. Which got even more pronounced when a familiar pink haired woman in a familiar getup came in through the automatic sliding door.

Beautiful as she may have been pretty, (way prettier than the anime from my previous world could actually do justice,) my attention was drawn to the being that followed her. A huge pink blob with a cute face, shuffled through the door, while jiggling slightly, a little nurse hat on its head.

A Chansey.

The first Pokémon I saw in this world, at least with the mind that was transmigrated into this world.

My other self had a lot of memories regarding encounters with Pokémon that my mind now went through in rapid succession. My 'mother' seemed to have caught onto me acting weird. "Ars, are you alright?" She asked, her voice thick with concern, snapping me out of my shock as I hurriedly assured her that I was alright.

Nurse Joy came over and asked me and my mother some questions while Chansey scooted over towards me and left out some weird pink pulses that went right into my torso, after which I instantly felt a lot better.

I recognized that move, that was a Heal Pulse.

"Thanks, Chansey." Giving a thankful gesture to Chansey which she happily accepted by bubbling cutely, I grinned. This world was a Pokémon world. The one that I sometimes fantasize about being a pokemon trainer and catching lots of cool pokemons then battling with another trainer in.

This was awesome.

I quickly turned my attention towards my new mother.. "It's okay mom, I think I just got lightheaded and am having a slight concussion. And it's already fixed by this cute Chansey."

I could have sworn I saw Chansey, standing beside me, blushing for a moment.

Immediately after that, my mom quickly approached me. "Are you really okay, dear? No problem with your head? Do you remember your mom?"

I nodded while smiling, to which she responded by giving me another hug. "Don't give your mom a heartache by saying something like that, dear. It would devastate me if you had truly forgotten your own mother…"

"It's okay mom, I understand. Sorry about that."

"My sweet child…"

I simply let my mom cry for a moment while also hugging her. Nurse Joy smiled while she gave us some space for reconciliation by leaving the room alongside Chansey, who waved me a goodbye.

Anyway, after that I was quickly discharged from the small clinic in this little village by the name of Freezington, where the 'me' from this world had spent most of his life.

When I stepped out of the clinic, I found that there were three people around my new age standing in front of the Clinic. He and two others were lingering around on the square in front of the clinic. Strangely, when they saw me, they looked relieved.

"Oh, Ars! You are okay!" The first person, a rather average looking guy, a bit shorter than me, while slightly chubbier, with long blonde hair and blue eyes.

"Geez, man! You're really scaring us!" The second person was also shorter than me, with brown hair black eyes and a thin build.

"At least it didn't kill him..." I looked at the third person, who was another average guy, when he said that. He was like his peers, an average guy with short blonde hair and a medium build.

I was about to greet them, thinking they must be friends waiting for my release, but then some kind of jolt went through my brain, as the memories of who these people were resurfaced, letting me know who these people actually were.

'They are the reason why 'I' ended up in the clinic with a head injury!' I spat inwardly, while trying my best to not give them a death glare.

They weren't the friends I expected them to be, they were the reason why I had even ended up in the clinic. The reason why 'I' jumped off a bridge. The memory hit me like a brick as I started sweating. Those guys had been picking on 'me' constantly because 'I' had been a very simple and timid boy, so 'I' had never retaliated despite probably being twice as strong as every single one of them.

And now they had the fucking audacity to show up here, acting like they had been worried about me? After all they had done? If not for my mom walking next to me, still holding onto me, and me still feeling all bruised and tender, I would have straight up jumped them and mauled their faces.

But as it was, the smarter move was to keep it down and bury it deep inside. For there would come a day where these guys would regret everything they had done. I mostly ignored them while they half-heartedly wished me a swift recovery and left the lobby as fast as I could.

After that began my new life in Freezington. While I still swore to get my revenge, and started looking for evidence, such as witnesses or other victims of their bullying, there was a lot more to see and do in this little mountain village.

Living as a fifteen year old Ars Bastion was an interesting experience. For instance, in my previous life, I only had a height of 1.68 meters, Which sometimes annoyed me a bit, when I hung out with my friends who were all over 1,70m, some even quite a bit more. Now as Ars Bastion, I have a height of a whopping 1.81 meters and that despite me being only a fifteen year old teenager. And not only that, I also have much bigger muscles and wider shoulders thanks to my daily job of helping my neighbor felling trees to gather wood and cutting them to get some extra cash.

I kept up with the help I was offering to my neighbors, doing lots of manual labor that, more often than not, Pokémon would normally do. Beyond that I trained myself even further and went on long runs around the village. Physically this body was absolutely unreal. Maybe it was anime body syndrome. I had strength beyond what a normal human should have and an absurd amount of stamina.

The previous Ars was stupid. Despite having the body of a literal demi-god, having survived jumping off a bridge that was at least 50 feet high with only a huge concussion and bruises and scrapes, alongside a bad gash on his back, he had never even thought about fighting physically.

All he had thought about was how he still didn't have a pokémon and how he would never amount to anything without one.

Also, he had never learned how to fight properly. Though neither had me from the other world, I had to admit. Some very basic boxing and kickboxing, but he had dropped it before he got any real experience.

Luckily I found one of my neighbors for that. He was a retired martial artist who was eager to teach me. Apparently, he had already been keeping his attention on me and had been really interested in training me due to my insane physique.

Thus, I started to train under his tutelage while steadily improving my new life. I also distanced myself from my so-called 'friends', ignoring anything from them with disgust.

But it seemed that they perceived my silence as a sign for them to start bullying me again. Which they were really trying to do during the time I was about to go back home.

"Hey, Ars! How are you doing bro!" The first idiot with long blond hair somehow managed to spot me during my walk home and started approaching me with a fake cheerful expression.

"Why are you ignoring your best buds here! Let's have some fun!" I stood there with a stoic expression while the second idiot placed his hand on my shoulder, though it looked funny since I was one head taller than him.

"Ars! Can I borrow some money? You know, for the 'payment' for being our friends."

"You must have some cash after all of those daily works with our neighbors right?"

"Friends are supposed to help each other! Right, Ars?"

I inwardly cringed hearing what they were saying about being my 'friend'. God, those lines were cheesy to the point I had to control myself from outright replying to it with sarcasm.

"No, I need to go home now. My mom needs this wood." I replied politely while holding back my sarcasm. Just as I was about to leave, the second person suddenly tightened his hold on my shoulder while lightly slapping my cheek.

"Oh now lil' Ars dares to talk back to us huh?"

The first idiot even dared to push me with his right hand. "You're almost making me lose my shit when you're doing that idiot act! Think again Ars, why do you need to jump from that bridge? Trying to be a tough guy, huh?"

"Yeah! Are you trying to slander us by trying to kill yourself?" Said the third idiot while kicking my feet.

I held my posture easily though. Thank god for this ridiculously strong body.

Well, if this was the previous 'me' who is dealing with this, he would probably beg and bow down in anxiety, unable to properly reply as he just lets them do whatever they want.

Unfortunately for them, I wasn't. Suffice to say, I wouldn't let them do as they pleased any longer. I had finally had enough. With a lightning quick jab to the chest I sent the first guy to the ground, coughing and gasping for air.

"It hurts! What the fuck are you doing, you dipshit!" he asked as he was crouching on the ground while holding his chest in pain.

"Fuck, you pile of shit! Now you dare to defy us huh!?" The second guy quickly approached me with an angry expression, lifting his fist up and swinging it at me. I easily dodged his sloopy punch, retaliating with a kick to his shin, then giving him an open-handed slap to the face. The guy keeled over, the handprint on the left side of his face already starting to turn red as a tomato, while the part around it seemed to become a bit paler.

He even started crying hard while holding his cheek.

"Eat this, you son of a bitch!"

And here came the third idiot, who hadn't learned at all that I was physically superior to all of them, which I had clearly demonstrated. But it blindly charged me. What a buffoon.

One kick to his stomach was enough to make him join his fellows, where they belonged, lying in the dirt with their faces all scrunched up in agony.

The fight didn't last long, as it only took me one move each to completely incapacitate every single one of them. Seriously, these idiots were really weak, which made me wonder again, just how much of a pushover my previous 'me' had been that he didn't fight back.

Unfortunately, for me, or fortunately, for the three bullies, our fight had attracted a decent amount of attention from other villagers, and some came looking and told me to let up on them. If there had been no witnesses, I might have vented on them a bit, if I am being truthful.

The next day, me and my mom were summoned to the office of the village chief alongside my 'friends' and their angry parents.

My nervous mom could only sit in silence, looking at the floor as I just crossed my hands while hearing their idiotic confession.

Looking at how they blamed me while 'crying hysterically' in the village chief's office with my mom getting more nervous when she heard that her only son was beating up a bunch of his 'friends' was amusing.

I did admit that I did beat them up, but I also added some interesting tidbits about their unpleasant behavior towards me in the more distant and not so distant past.

Initially, they quickly rejected my claims, calling me a liar with their parents backing their statements. But to their dismay, and also to their parents' shock and anger, I managed to shut them down by showing a bunch of proof of their bullying deeds.

After all, I was not the only one who had been bullied, other kids had also confessed that they were being harassed by my so-called friends.

I barely managed to hold myself from exploding in laughter when one of them accidentally admitted to their handiwork, which, when pointed out by me, quickly turned into a game of mutual accusations as they admitted the whole thing by blaming each other.

Suffice to say, their parents were not happy at all.

After that, they didn't dare to directly confront me, knowing that I could easily report them and it could cause them to get into even more trouble with their parents.

Wicked.

Anyway, enough for reminiscing about those idiots.

A few days later, I was currently in the middle of strolling around Slippery Slope, looking for more woods to grab so I could use it for a stock in my house while occasionally watching a small pack of Swinub passing me by in a hurried pace, or occasionally a bunch of Swablu flying past me with a few Altaria guarding them.

Looking at those Swablu with Altaria kinda reminded me about my previous mom.

Sometimes I still miss my previous mom, wondering how she reacted to my fate in my previous life. Knowing her, she had probably bawled her eyes out and stressed a ton, her acid reflux probably recurring again.

Despite being an overbearing parent, my mom had always loved me so much that she often tended to overthink about me. I had caught her several times, in the middle of the night, wide awake, looking uneasy and fretting about the future.

Honestly I couldn't even imagine my mom's condition after my funeral. All I could do was to just hope that she'd stayed strong.

I quickly quit thinking about my previous life.

Honestly it was meaningless to keep thinking about the past. It wasn't like I just didn't want to feel that deep sadness I felt whenever I thought about it, even though this world here was way more interesting.

I still needed to gather some wood for tonight, while also keeping on the lookout for some herbs since I want to prepare some heavy stew this evening and we were running low on some of the herbs.

Speaking of pokemon though, I did think about getting myself a license for being a pokemon trainer like what Ash Ketchum had done. Imagining myself going outside from my small hometown, venturing across one region, and then heading over to another one sounded very appealing.

Except for being an eternally ten years old kid. Nope. Not for me. Though that didn't seem like something I had to concern myself with, given my already pretty athletic and youthful body.

Thankfully the minimum age of being a pokemon trainer here was fifteen instead of a mere ten. Considering how dangerous a pokemon could be, fifteen years old sounded like a way more reasonable age to start venturing outside.

I would totally do it at some point, but so far I had always relented to my mom, as she had adamantly refused my plan, especially since that sorry excuse of my dad never came back home, not that my mom ever wants to talk about him anyway.

Apparently, from what I heard from my neighbor, they met when my mom was seventeen. They met during the Crown Tundra festival, where many people gathered to join the event that only occurred once per year.

One thing led to another and the next thing they knew, I was a bun in the oven. I didn't know much else though.

My mom never mentioned my dad and I never felt the need to ask her, because every time I tried to bring him into the conversation, she would either try to change the subject or straight up not respond.

Only once, when she had been to a party and had gotten particularly drunk, had I gotten a reaction out of her and that was the time I decided against ever bringing him up again. She had started bawling her eyes out and begged for him to come back, crying about how much she had loved him and how she wished he would have stayed.

It took me several hours to calm her down.

After that experience, I never asked my mom about my father anymore. But I did catch her occasionally glancing at me with a pensive expression on her face.

"Goooooo!"

A sudden shriek snapped me from my thoughts as I was quickly on alert, trying to discern where that sound came from.

It could be a Pokémon in distress, or worse, a territorial pokemon who had gotten annoyed due to my presence.

"Miiiii~!"

I once again heard the same shriek, this time it was louder and filled with pain. Curiosity quickly won over my cautiousness, as I quickly walked towards the direction of the shrieking. It didn't take long for me to find a cave not far from the path. I checked my map and my surroundings again, making sure I knew where I was, before going below ground.

As I entered the cave, I was mesmerized by the shrieking voice's source. It was a Goomy that had gotten stuck beneath a huge boulder, trapped between it and the left wall of the cave. It hadn't given up yet, as it was constantly tugging and struggling to get away from the boulder.

One thing I notice is that Goomy is insanely huge. For a supposedly small pokemon it was almost reaching a meter tall. Which was insane when compared to the average Goomy, which was around twenty centimeters in height.

And it was currently looking at me, as if pleading for help.

Wasting no time, I immediately approached Goomy hastily. I tried to pull Goomy from the huge boulder, but to no avail due to the size of it. Judging from the structure of the boulder, it probably weighs more than my own body, making it incredibly hard to even move it.

"Gooooo!"

Goomy shrieked once again, from the pain and also pleading to me with its big eyes. I clicked my tongue in desperation, internally thinking about how to help this poor pokemon.

Looking at my surroundings while internally panicking, I decide to try to find some kind of log or anything that can help me move the boulder.

"I will be back! Wait for me, okay!"

I ran back while ignoring cries from Goomy, frantically looking at my surroundings to find anything I could use for releasing Goomy from getting crushed by that freaking boulder. Anything strong enough that could handle the weight of the boulder so I can slide it away.

But to my disappointment, I couldn't find anything despite searching for it for several minutes.

No matter what I tried, I couldn't find anything at the radius of several hundred meters.

"Damn it…!" I swore loudly, making several Swablu nearby fly away in surprise.

Having no choice, I return to the Cave empty-handed, where once again I am met with the unusually huge Goomy, who's giving me a joyous cry upon seeing me.

I feel sick to my stomach.

Here there's a pokemon who barely knows me, but places its hope on me after I blatantly shouting a promise.

'It's impossible for you to move this huge boulder by yourself.' Deep in my darker thoughts, there's a small voice for just giving up and leaving. 'Just leave and never come back, it's just a mere pokemon anyway.'

I almost took a step back, when I heard a small cry from Goomy, which essentially halted me from leaving. The look it gave me almost broke my heart.

"Goo…?" Goomy is looking at me with a smile. As if believing that I will help it.

"… Why, why do you need to give me such a look?" I cannot help but say it out loud. "Don't you know that I just came here, empty-handed and without any idea how to save you? Yet, you're still believing in someone whom you just met?"

"Goo~!"

Goomy just giving another smile. Even if it looks really distressed after hearing my explanation.

This pokemon…

"I wish I could be as optimistic as you, big guy." I said towards Goomy while giving it an apologetic smile.

"Gooo!" It yells while shaking lightly.

"Sorry, big girl."

Goomy just laughs hearing what I've said, before she cried in pain. I flinch when I see her skin is getting redder, with blood leaking from it. Her skin is also getting paler due to the sheer cold inside the cave, and the fact that finding Goomy in a Frozen Tundra itself is already mind-boggling since Goomy are supposed to live in a moist area with lots of rain such as swamp.

Despite being stuck in a huge boulder and even knowing that she probably wouldn't survive, Goomy is still smiling while trying to escape. Seeing such a thing, how could I just stand here without doing anything?

"Goddamn it..!"

Yelling in frustration, I quickly placed my hands on the boulder, trying my hardest to lift it.

I know that this is pointless.

Even with using my entire strength, I barely made any lift for Goomy to even move at all.

But still, despite that-!

"Goomy!" I yelled at her.

"Gooo?" She answered me in a surprise tone.

"I am sorry, I was thinking about leaving you alone due to my cowardice! But, despite that! I will try my hardest to help you even if it's pointless! So please, give everything you have to escape as well!" I practically scream while pushing my strength beyond my own limit.

Blood starts to flow from my hands, as the cold alongside my reckless action grazes most of my foreskin.

But I don't care.

Even if it's useless.

I will stay and try to help this pokemon even if it ends badly.

Goomy has tears in its eyes as our eyes meet after hearing my confession. The blood covered her fragile body as the pain wracked her entire body.

"Goooo….!"

But it hasn't given up yet.

It looks at me with steel gleams in her eyes as if she just made up her mind.

Goomy is screaming. She screams not for desperation, fear, or even hopelessness. Goomy screams for showing her renewed vigor and resolve as I can feel both of us are giving our best to lift this damned boulder.

"Nghhh-!"

"Gooooo-!"

Suddenly, something incredible happens as if Arceus is giving Goomy a new chance to live. Before my very own eyes, it suddenly glowing brightly. The brilliance of light surrounding Goomy's body almost blinded me, but my hands never once let go of gripping the boulder.

I immediately knew about this phenomenon.

Even so, I cannot believe that I am just seeing this in front of my own eyes.

Goomy is evolving.

It grows even larger, as the process itself also pushes the boulder that almost crushing Goomy is moving and releasing her after getting stuck beneath it.

After Goomy finished her evolution, in front of me now stood a huge Sliggoo who's yelling in happiness due to managing to break away from getting squeezed by the boulder who's now just stood beside her. Her sheer size is probably almost twice as big as a normal Sliggoo.

I would also scream in happiness, if it was due to the fact that I just stood frozen in my place while staring at Sliggoo.

As Sliggoo quickly approaches my frozen figure, then soon gives me a hug with a loud cry of happiness, I just instinctively pat her head while inwardly having a breakdown. Because I realized that she is not just a normal Sliggoo, but something that I believed existed somewhere else.

'She's a Hisuian pokemon!? How!? Hisuian pokemon are supposed to be extinct!

I just stared at the Hisuian Sliggoo who's currently snuggling in my body, while shaking my head. Never expecting for something like this to ever happen in the first place.

'This is not what I was expecting when doing my daily job…'

Beta: Old Man of the Mountain

Author Note: This is basically a remake with a bit of change. After finished this, I decide to continue it if I have time. But after thinking about it again, Corviknight just doesn't really suit my taste so I need to change it.

Now Ars Bastion first pokemon is none other than Hisuian Goodra! I think not many pokemon fic ever used any Hisuian Pokemon as a starter, especially Goodra.

Anyway, I will try to work with this after Dragon of Bune, since it is already enters a major arc.

I will see you guys soon, Adios!