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Chapter 1

I got inserted into Pokemon.

It's a simple statement that completely describes my situation—unfortunately, that simple statement carries a whole motherload of implications that points to me being screwed in all ways in the ass.

I was suddenly transported in here, see—there was no truck-kun to wish me away to a japanese cliche, nor was there a generic godlike trope that spoke to me and whisked me to another universe for fun. I simply arrived here out of nowhere, but oddly I do not remember much of the events that led to that situation. I actually try not to think about it. I can barely function as it is.

But back on topic: I got inserted into pokemon. There is only one thing you can do in this situation really.

"Hello, young man. Are you here for the examination?" the receptionist asked me when I approached her. I nodded and she gave me a professional smile. "Name?"

"Sunny." I say.

"Age?" she asked after scribbling some stuff on a form.

"Fifteen."

She gives me the form and directs me to where the examination was held. I simply follow the instructions, walking down the hall and following all the enthusiastic adolescents that are excited to legally leave their houses and go out unsupervised.

It turns out, the examination will take place outside, in a large open space separated into five or so battlefields where practicals take place. I gave the form to the proctor of the test much like the others who arrived before me.

"Hmm, looks good. Sunny, eh? Well you look like you spend a lot of time outside in the sun. Here's your pokemon." the man said with a smile as he gave me a pokeball, referring to my tan skin. I don't comment and take the pokeball, holding it in my hand and feeling the alien device for the first time. "Just sit down and wait there on the side; we'll call you if it's your turn. Good luck with your test. "

I force myself to break my gaze off the pokeball to face the man directly. "Thank you." I said, then walked to the place he pointed to.

I take a seat at one of the benches a bit away from the other examinees. Far enough to not act like an overly friendly creep, close enough to not act like a shy misanthrope, and most importantly, the right distance that no one would be bothered to stand up to strike a conversation with me.

I took a discreet glance to the side. The other kids waiting with me look like they're about to explode in excitement and anxiousness. Although I could see a few who were waiting calmly, confident that they could take the exam. They look like they know enough of battling to not get nervous at their upcoming battle.

"Rattata, tackle!"

"Pidgey, dodge!"

"Rattata, tackle him again! But hit him this time!"

Though I'm not really sure if this could be called battling really.

Beginner level fights are too restrictive because there's only so many moves in your disposal. I remember the first rival fights in pokemon games where you're only limited to spamming tackle or a similar move over and over again and praying the other pokemon doesn't attack with a critical hit. The limit in moves applies here too, but ends only there.

Well, since I don't have the luxury of turn-based fights and since the point of the test is to demonstrate our skills are polished enough to be a trainer…

It took a few tries since I was unfamiliar with the pokeball I was holding, but I released the pokemon inside.

A rattata appeared in my lap. It looked around for a few moments in confusion, probably because it's not in a battlefield, then it turned to me. I forced out what was hopefully a friendly smile.

"Hey. Guess you're stuck with me for the exams." I say to the pokemon.

Oddly enough, it looked cute for a purple… rat thing. I never got used to it in my short while here; I expected more like Hollywood's weird realistic live action graphics when picturing pokemon in real life, but now that I saw it for myself it didn't even slightly look horrifying.

The rat tilted its head. Probably asking itself what the hell I was trying to do. Don't worry little rodent—I don't have any idea what I'm doing most of the time either.

"The only moves that you know are tackle and tail whip, right?" the rodent reluctantly nodded. "Okay, so here's the thing—I think tail whip is useless in this fight, so when I say 'tail whip', you'll tackle instead. And when I say 'tackle' you'll feint a tackle to make them dodge then hit them with a tackle when they're doing it."

The rattata processed all of that, then nodded slowly.

"I'll say 'tail whip' first and then 'tackle'. If our opponent still isn't down then we'll stick to the normal definitions of the move, yeah?"

This time the pokemon nodded firmly.

I smiled, much more naturally this time. "Thank you, that's all I ask. Do you want to go back to your ball?" at that the rattata nodded, and I returned the pokemon.

"Alright, you passed! Next examinee please!" the proctor shouted, making me turn towards their direction. It looks like the kid who kept spamming tackle won the fight, judging with his joyous expression when he was finally given his card.

A kid stood up and walked towards the proctor. A glance beside me and I saw that I was the one next to go, with the other kids already battling in the other fields.

"Next in line please!" looks like that's my cue.

"Alright kid. I'm sure you're familiar with how this works right? Winner by knockout or ring out." I nodded. "Do you have any questions before the exam?"

"Not really."

The man nodded, then took a pokeball from his belt. "Alright, then let's—"

"Rattata, tackle and grab hold! Don't let him get away!"

"No! Pidgey, dodge!"

A commotion from the field near the one I'm at interrupts whatever the proctor was about to say. I looked to the side and saw a few kids and proctors gathered around in some of the fields, and when I saw the ones battling, I immediately recognized that they were the ones who I thought looked confident earlier.

I can't see the state of the battle from the other two because they were a bit far away, but I could see that the ones battling were a young kid and a boy with spiky brown hair around my age. I could see the one who was fighting near me though, who was a girl a bit younger than me. The proctor seems to be having a hard time since the girl's rattata clung to their pidgey as it flew erratically.

"Now Rattata! Jump!" the girl ordered and the rattata obeyed, kicking the bird pokemon as it jumped from its back.

The audience watched in awe as the pidgey lost control of its flight and crashed to the ground outside the ring, kicking up dust and obscuring its form for a moment. There was a collective tension between the audience as they watched the cloud of dust dissipate… revealing the knocked out pidgey sprawled on the ground.

"...Pidgey is no longer able to battle. Winner by knockout and ring out!" one of the nearby proctors watching exclaimed. The one fighting the girl meanwhile returned their pokemon with a stunned expression.

"That's so cool…!"

"Knockout and a ring out? I barely even managed to get the pidgey out of the ring when I battled!"

"That girl is going to be a great trainer for sure."

I turned away from the battle as the other people swarmed the girl, then looked at the proctor that I was supposed to be battling. He looked impressed at the fight. "Excuse me… can we start the fight please?"

His eyes widened. "O-Oh, of course. Sorry I got a bit distracted there." he raises his pokeball. "Ready?" I nodded.

"Go, pidgey!"

I threw my pokeball silently, and Rattata comes out.

"Begin!" the proctor exclaimed.

It was now or never.

"Rattata, tail whip!" I immediately shouted.

The proctor's eyes widened as Rattata exploded into action and his pidgey squawked, surprised as well. The attack connected and the pidgey was sent flying away near the corner of the field.

"Now tackle!" I shout after.

"Wait, what—!"

There was no time for recovery, both for the trainer and the pokemon. For the trainer, they saw something that they didn't expect, causing them to freeze up in confusion. For pidgey, they were knocked into the ground by an attack and can only see that the pokemon was gearing up for another one, so naturally they dodged.

Rattata stopped in the middle of the attack then changed directions, going towards the way the pidgey was dodging. The pidgey, again, was unable to react on time with the sudden development—so, they were hit again, catching the direct force of a full body blow.

The pidgey was launched again but this time outside the ring.

I let out the breath I was holding and felt the tension with me since I arrived disappear.

It was a short exchange; somewhere around five seconds. I thought it was impressive. Oh? No applause for me? No? Everyone was looking at the other trainers who did the cool fight, and nobody paid attention to my frankly cheap one-way beatdown. Sob.

Just kidding. The kids might say I was being dirty and unfair if they were watching, but it's not like it's real cheating, since I saw trainers use the same deception from what I can manage to watch on TV. I didn't want any chances of me losing—I needed to become a trainer.

And frankly, spamming tackle or tail whip wouldn't guarantee it. So I had to capitalize on something that the proctor wouldn't expect for a child. Because no matter what type of pokemon, no matter how skilled the trainer, they all have the greatest weakness—that is, the element of surprise.

I approached Rattata and picked them up and gave them a scratch for their troubles. "Thank you. That was magnificent." I smile at the pokemon, feeling happy at the win.

The rattata chittered happily in reply. I point the pokeball at the pokemon and they touch the button with their snout, returning back inside.

I approach the proctor and give him the pokeball. "Thank you for the match."

He blinked and took it from my hand. "Aah… yeah." he looked behind him, and his eyes widened. He returns his downed pokemon back to its ball, then turns to me and gives me a card. "Here's… your trainer card…" he says absentmindedly.

I took it, forcing myself to not show any ounce of desperation that I feel, then politely nodded and take my leave.

…

I stare at the card in my hand.

When I arrived here I was left not with an explanation nor a grand purpose, but rather myself, my clothes, and a sense of despair from being displaced away from my home.

And now, what I hold in my hands is the thing that signifies my status. A trainer.

As a trainer I can undergo a journey to explore the Pokemon world at large. The same world that is vast and filled with impossible things.

Including a way to go home.

There was simply no choice the moment I was sent here.

And so, I began to prepare for my journey.

I'm gonna try a hand at this Self insert thing. I'll write this story along with "Just a Hero of Justice", but it won't be a focus. This'll be little palate cleanser so that I won't get tired of writing the same story over and over again. It's gonna have chapters with little word count.

That's it really. Thanks for reading! And leave a review if you have some criticisms.