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Interesting thing about travelling on boats, it is incredibly boring. I had already had a small taste of it during my escape from Sinnoh, but the trip from Sunnyshore to Alola was not nearly as long, lasting just shy of a week. And even then, we were delayed by a school of wild wailmers, so that added at least a little excitement.

In truth, while the idea sounds incredible and it is indeed breath-taking to just stand on deck, surrounded by water, with a wild pokemon poking its head out of the water and several flying types using the boat as a steady source of food all while gazing at a sunset with your pokemon, it got old really quick.

So, while I may have already had a small amount of experience with it, my last sea-trip was nothing compared to the month-long journey I was now taking. It had been two weeks already and we were somewhere between Kanto and the Orange Archipelago, a little past the Sevii Islands.

Currently, I was on deck, training with my team in accuracy. It usually wasn't allowed to have pokemon with you while you were on board of a ship, much less train with them, but exceptions could be made.

The exception, in this case, was when a very polite and, dare I say it, pretty female passenger asked for permission from the captain himself. It also helped that she had only three pokemon, and all were of the small and cute variety. No matter how politely I asked, there was just no way they would let me have a snorlax outside of his pokeball on a boat.

It also helped, a lot, that the target for our accuracy practice were pidgeys, wingulls, pidoves, and the very rare pidgeotto and tranquill. No unfezants, pelippers or pidgeots present, and those second stage evolutions were weak enough that they turn to a life of scavenging leftovers from commercial boats.

Pokemon and their relationship with humans, as well the effects said relationship has on their evolutions was an incredibly interesting thing that the games, while they hinted at it, never really explained in detail.

Let us start from the top. In the games, pokemon had to reach a certain level to evolve. Let us take pidgey, once again, as an example. In the games, pidgey must be level 18 or higher to evolve into a pidgeotto. Using this as a starting point, a person who didn't play the games would assume that you wouldn't be able to find level 18 or higher pidgeys in the wild. After all, if they evolve at that level, how would you be able to find one? They all would have evolved already, right? Wrong. You could find pidgeys that were of a level above 17. Very well above, in some cases. In the Five Island Meadow in both of the Kanto remakes, you could find a pidgey of level 44.

Forty-four.

Forget pidgeotto, that level was way above the required 36 to get a pidgeot.

So why could you find a so grossly overleveled pidgey in the games yet the moment you capture it and level it up once in evolves to a pidgeotto? And one more level a pidgeot? Why, if a pidgey spent 44 levels as a pidgey all you had to do was level it up twice to reach its final evolutionary stage? If it was that easy, why didn't they reach that level all on their own?

The answer is that they can't. Which brings us to the reason why if a player catches it, they take so little effort to achieve what was previously impossible for them.

Now, while I'm sure assigning pokemon in this world a level based on their development and overall strength would be possible, levels are nonetheless a game mechanic that isn't at all considered here. Pokemon strengths are categorized with the tier list I gave earlier, but the concept is still the same. There are still 5-year-old pidgeys and 6-month-old pidgeots. Why does this happen though? The answer is very simple, really. And as a hero that I remember liked to say…

Not everyone is created equal.

And this applied to pokemon too. In the games, this could be likened to the innate individual values (ivs) of any pokemon, but in a world where pokemon were more than just pieces of data, it came in the form of natural aptitudes, intelligence, constitution, adaptability, and advanced moves that are instinctual knowledge for a newly hatched pokemon, the so-called egg-moves, were some of them. While all pokemon of the same species, save for some freak mutation, had the same ceiling in every aspect, some pokemon were born smarter, faster, or stronger than their siblings. This is what made some pokemon evolve much earlier than usual and some others stagnate and die as their first evolutionary form.

This all changed, though, when you took humans into account. Or more specifically, trainers.

The history and origin of a pokemon/trainer relationship is a heavily debated topic in this world, but a general consensus has been reached. You see, pokemon are instinctual creatures. And while most of them are scarily smart, to the point of there being some pokemon that very much surpass the average intelligence level of humans, their instincts are more prevalent than their intellect. And all pokemon, as all living things in the world, have two biological imperatives that outrank any other instinct they may have. They are the instincts to survive and to reproduce. In other worlds, the hard-wired code any living brain has to ensure the continuation of said individual's species. Humans have it, animals have it, pokemon have it, even plants have it. Plants, and they don't have a brain. So, while a pokemon is being pushed forwards to survive and reproduce, its not as easy as that.

Competition for breeding partners is heavy in the pokemon world. A female pokemon, no matter the species, would not mate with a pidgey if there was a pidgeotto available. So, to reproduce, a pokemon must grow stronger, which aligns nicely with the one instinctual need that is stronger than the need to reproduce, the one to survive.

While it is weird to think of about, pokemon, mostly wild ones, do have a food chain. As in they eat each other food chain. And one guess to who are the ones at the very bottom of it? You guessed it, weak, first-stage pokemon. And while pidgeys prey on caterpies and the like, fearrows, ratticates, ekans, and almost any other creature capable of it, even humans sometimes, feed on pidgeys. So, the need to evolve and get stronger is the most important thing for any wild pokemon. Even if they are timid by nature, they had a compulsion to grow stronger.

The problem was, pokemon had no concept for training other than fighting. And that fighting usually involved stronger opponents, which, more often than not, resulted in the death of the pokemon seeking to get stronger.

This was precisely where humans came into the equation.

In the early ages of human history, wars between different human tribes, clans, or societies using pokemon were common ground. This was the origin of the concept of a pokemon trainer. The higher-ups assigned someone to be the caretaker and handler of a pokemon that fought for them. Why did they fight for them? Well, because it was safer. They could eat without the need to hunt or intrude in another predator's territory, they could obtain refuge to stay safe from the elements, and they could fight and be cared for if defeated. As time passed, some humans started gaining the trust of the pokemon they handled and gave them exercises and such that could help them on the battlefield. At the same time, these exercises would also help the pokemon in question tap into the potential it held, because while previously they only pushed themselves when it came to fights for survival, now they did it constantly to grow stronger, and they evolved more easily.

Things came to a point where a few select trainers had so much knowledge about a species of pokemon that a member of that species could even surpass their natural growth. Taking pidgey as an example once again, a trainer could be so adept at training that specific line that they could evolve before reaching the threshold necessary to evolve. In the case of the games, that being level 18. An example for this would be Falkner in the Pokemon Crystal games, where he owned a level 9 pidgeotto.

Level Nine. That is half of the required 18 levels. Of course, this number changed in the following games, but only by 4 levels, which meant that the pidgey still had 5 levels to go. Still, it evolved.

This was not a bug or a design error as I was inclined to believe before I got to this world, but an actual thing. The most famous example of this phenomenon was Lance and his hacked dragonites. While the ones in the first generation games where passed the appropriate level of 55 to evolve, the ones in the second generation were not. He had two level 47 dragonites and one at level 50. Hell, when you ally yourself with him in the fourth generation games his dragonite is only at level 40, while later demonstrating two level 49 ones and one on level 50 during your champion battle with him.

This used to be a mere meme, but is a very, very, very impressive feat in this world. While Lance is mostly known as the Champion of the Indigo league, amongst most career trainers, especially dragon specialists, he is known for his almost godly proficiency training the dragonite line. He can take a freshly hatched dratini and have it become a leader-level dragonite in about two years. Granted, it would be on the weaker side of that level, but in the level nonetheless. Most trainers, champions included, take all their lifes to have their main team reach that level, while Lance can have a dratini do that in two fucking years.

He is absolutely ridiculous, and one of the most feared trainers in the world due to this ability.

This little tidbit of information, with the passing of the years, eventually became common knowledge to most pokemon in the world. Their instincts changed so that they saw us humans as not a threat, but a source for strength and providers.

This didn't mean pokemon would all try to get you to help them, as most are still wary of us lowly humans, but it got to the point where most of them didn't attacked us on sight.

The exceptions were those rare few that managed to reach their final stage without any kind of human help, but those were one in a thousand, really.

Like this, wars became more levelled, clans and tribes began settling down permanently on various pieces of land, and some pokemon adapted to have an advantage while mooching off of humans.

Which brought us to right here, right now. At least a hundred flying pokemon on their first evolutionary stage, with maybe half a dozen pokemon on their second stage. Very weak second stage pokemon. I had trained both King and Blaze to reach the level of an intermediate trainer after all these years. It was only so slow because I had been busy working, which drastically cut down our training time, I had no stronger pokemon for them to match against, which slowed down the ideal training speed, and we didn't often got ourselves into battles. And the times we did, they were mostly friendly ones where we stopped after a good hit instead of unconsciousness. This meant that while we were not powerhouses by any means, we could easily fend off weak first stage pokemon easily, and it would only be slightly less easy if the second stage pokemon decided to attack us. Either way, we could win. My team was strong.

Hell, If I didn't want to wait to get my trainer's license beforehand, King would have been a nidorino about a year ago. He was looking forward us starting our journey even more than I was, if I was being honest.

King was launching low-powered poison stings to a specific member of the flock, while Blaze and Luna did the same with ember and powdered snow. I could have had them launch stronger attacks, but this was just practice, and I didn't want to harm any of the flying vermin more than necessary. While I would if I could gain anything, there was nothing to be gained, so I didn't. My team was coming along nicely, specially Luna. Since King and Blaze were way ahead of her in terms of strength and training time, she was growing faster than they did. It would slow down as she came closer to their level, but for now this was a nice pace. I was so concentrated on what they were doing that I didn't notice a sailor approaching me until Blaze turned his head to growl at him, followed by King placing himself between us and Luna at my side.

While usually they were a pair of sweetlings, they were wary of strangers. Especially if I didn't notice their approach. After the disaster back on Sinnoh they became incredibly overprotective of me, which I could understand. They loved Jason just as much as they loved me, so his loss was a hit for all three of us.

The sailor, noticing their wary stance and my examining of him, stopped and made a placating gesture with his hands.

"Woah there, peace. The captain sent me." He said sheepishly and I gave a nod to my team to calm down. King took a step back but stayed in front of me just in case. Blaze and Luna shuffled and lost the air of aggressiveness they previously held, but otherwise didn't move. The sailor sighed, guessing correctly that was the best he was going to get and took a small step forward. "Well, the captain said that you need to be careful with your target practice for a few days. We are close to the Orange Archipelago and these little guys usually leave for a while and come back with more of them. They flock will most likely return to normal after a few days, but it would be best if you stopped training until then. Some of the pidgeys that we will be hosting are from Farichild, so that makes them a little more aggressive than the norm." He told me.

"So, only pidgeys?" I asked a little defensively. I mean, I was not an official trainer yet, but come on! My team was more than enough to defend from a flock of wild scavenger pidgeys if need be. Blaze alone could roast them with a flamethrower. He wasn't a master in the move by any means, but he could keep the flames going long enough for me to get to safety. After that I could recall my guys and that would be it. "I can handle pidgeys of this strength, thank you." I told him briskly. The sailor didn't like my answer, though.

"Listen here, kid. That is a good team you have there, and they are plenty strong for a rookie trainer like yourself." He told me condescendingly, which made me want to sic Blaze on them and burn his eyebrows off, or something. Still, he was right on every account, so I stopped myself from giving the order, if only barely. "Thing is, Fairchild pokemon are a little special. For some weird reason that nobody knows, they grow up to be bigger than the normal member of its species. Some say it's the diet, but whatever. If you anger the flock, you might be able to stop them, but it would be a pain in the ass. Just be careful, yeah? If you see that the pidgeys are not that big go for it, but if you see one twice as big just don't. The flock already makes a mess alone, we don't want to have to deal with a giant pidgey." He told me gruffly and turned to leave, but something he had said piqued my interest.

"Are they really that strong, though? I mean, even if they are bigger, they are scavengers…" I asked him, swallowing my pride.

"Not really. They are just as weak as the normal pidgey, but most of them hold a grudge. And the last thing we need is to start scooping bird shits double the size every time it decides to take petty revenge." He said as he walked away, leaving me dumbfounded.

Late at night that day, after checking my phone, I came to a better understanding of Fairchild Island's pokemon. While it was indeed true that pokemon on that particular island grew larger than usual, that wasn't all there was to it. Larger than usual was a 10 or 20 percent more, maybe 30. It was still on the limits of a pokemon, after all. There existed some pokemon that could grow up to be 50% taller than the average member of its species, but it was rare. Like, shiny rare. Almost impossible to find in the wild.

The pokemon of Fairchild, on the other hand, could grow up to be monstrously big. Like, thrice as big as normal once they reached maturity. And it couldn't be just the food, because an egg taken from Fairchild would hatch a pokemon that would be about 50% bigger, no matter if it never ate anything from the island. And while they were just as strong as a normal pokemon, trainers were just collectors that trained and fought with their collectibles. Most of them, anyway. We would always prefer rare over common pokemon, Hence the Isle was considered as a Protected Reserve and was patrolled 24/7 by the Ranger Forces. It was illegal for trainers to capture any pokemon on the islands. Any that did would be labelled as poachers and be jailed almost immediately.

The pokemon league did not like poachers, and neither did I. Thing is, there is a very nice loophole to that rule.

A species of pokemon could be declared as endangered, protected, and critically endangered, but the league did nothing to stop trainers from catching members of that species. Quite the contrary, actually. They wanted them to just so they could breed the endangered pokemon with the trainer's approval. This usually involved a trade of some kind involving the pokemon, but I digress. The only scenario those species couldn't be captured was if they were in a reserve.

Just like that, a wicked idea crossed my mind. I turned to see the still awake members of my team. They were chatting among themselves, and apparently enjoying it.

"Hey guys, what do you think if we catch a Fairchild pidgey?" I asked them. "We will need a flying type eventually, hopefully sooner rather than later, and it has to be big enough to carry me while flying. I was thinking on getting a Tropius once we get to Hoenn, but they are slightly weaker than pidgeot, while being a lot slower." I mused out loud. By now, my team was already used to me talking to them while trying to sort my thoughts, so they didn't make much of a fuss. "Also, pidgeot can go mega, and even if it hasn't been discovered yet, we know how it works and where to find the stones. I think it's a good idea." I mumbled "I wanted a tropius because its bigger than most of the other flying types I can think of and his matchup would be complementary to my dream team, but if we can get a Fairchild pidgeot instead…" I trailed off as I opened the calculator and notes app on my phone. The average height of a tropius was 2 meters, which was why I wanted it. Other flying types that would fit my requirements were pidgeot, dragonite, salamence, charizard, aerodactyl, braviary, and altaria. Those were pokemon that could carry me as a passenger as they fly and could be trained to be strong. Dragonite and salamence were disqualified for the short term, since they were dragons. Dragon type pokemon were incredibly difficult to tame, even from their first stage. And even if I got them to trust me, they would grow too slowly with my team being as it was. I needed stronger pokemon before even considering training a dragon. Braviary was disqualified due to its unavailability. I would have to buy one from Unova, and the cost for the shipping was staggering. Either that or it would take months to reach me. Charizard and aerodactyl were out due to their rarity. Charmander was one of the regional starters, and was very rare, not something I could get my hands on easily. Aerodactyl had the same problem, but even more pronounced. It was not easy to get an old amber to revive an aerodactyl from in the first place, but the cost of actually reviving it was astronomical. Like, hundreds of thousands astronomical. And while I could capture one of the very, very few living wild aerodactyls remaining, it would be hard. That thing is a beast of a mon, and just having it would draw the world's attention to me. The revived pokemon were very carefully monitored, so a previously undocumented aerodactyl would bring all kind of problems I didn't want. I did have a way to deal with it if push came to shove, but I would really prefer if I didn't have to.

That leaves the final three, altaria, tropius, or pidgeot. Altaria was renowned as the best carrier pokemon since its clouds were extremely soft and comfortable while also being a decent battler, but that thing was slow. Not as slow as tropius, but altaria was also a much smaller pokemon. It could, at most carry one person. Two if it was exceptionally trained. It also had a mega evolution, but there were downsides. First off, it was a dragon. Arguably the easiest dragon to handle, but a dragon, nonetheless. Also, even in mega, its competitive stats weren't the best, added to the fact that it only grows to 1.1 meters and 1.5 when in mega made me decide to disqualify that species, which left us with the final two.

Honestly, normally pidgeot would have been out thanks mostly to the size concerns. While a 1.5 meter pokemon tall was enough to carry one person, it would be somewhat encumbered and not able to go full speed, lets not even speak about carrying two passengers. Tropius was 2 meters tall and could carry two people easily, maybe even three. It was not the strongest and was also somewhat slow, but it was temporary until I could get strong enough to tame a dragon. But now, a Fairchild pidgeot could be a world of difference, especially for life and death situations.

Picture this. You are somehow being attacked by a large number of strong flying pokemon and all your team save for your flying mount is down. You need to get away, but your pokemon, pidgeot in this case, isn't fast enough to get away quickly and is already tired from the earlier battles. What can you do? Well, why don't you give your pokemon an extra push? Something like, I don't know, mega evolution. It would almost guarantee your escape and survival. And while a normal pidgeot only grew from 1.5 to 2.2 meters when going mega, any Fairchild pidgey I could catch would be at least 50% bigger than the norm. That meant a 2.25 meter tall pidgeot and a 3.1 meter tall mega pidgeot. And that was the smallest. If I caught one that could be double, I would be riding a 3 meter tall pidgeot and 4.4 meter tall mega pidgeot. That would be a very nice intimidation factor. Also, according to my app, the pidgeotite was one of the most common mega stones out there, so it would not take me long to find one.

Mind made up, I dematerialized my phone and turned to address my team.

"Okay guys, I've decided. We are going to catch the biggest pidgey we see. Luna will be our best option in immobilizing it after King and Blaze have dished out enough damage. Starting tomorrow we are just going to scope out which one will be our new team member, so if you see one that catches your attention, make me know." I told them with a smile. They cheered and looked eager to get a new teammate.

Come to think of it, this would be the first pokemon I properly captured. King and Blaze Jason and I befriended, while Luna was a gift. I grinned when I thought of this. I looked at my team, still excited from my earlier news.

Yeah, with them at my side, I've got this.

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It took two days for noticeably larger pidgeys to start appearing and two more for a winner to appear. Pidgeys were usually 30 centimeters tall as a norm, though they were obviously smaller when they had just hatched. Newly born pokemon though, depending on the species, almost never left their nests until they reached maturity for their first stage evolution. Pidgeys were one of this species, and only slightly older members of their species would scavenge for food instead of hunting. The pidgeys on the boat were the ones that tried and failed to make a place for themselves on their native territory. As I expected, even when the ones that were from Fairchild Island started appearing above the ship they were of the smaller category, which meant that they were, at most, 50% bigger than a normal pidgey. I didn't really mind, to be honest. I only wanted a large pidgeot, and a 2.25-meter tall pidgeot counted as a large one. Obviously, I would rather catch a larger one, but only in the same way as you would rather have one more bite of your favourite dessert. It would be appreciated and satisfying but would ultimately affect nothing. It's not as if I was looking for a strong pokemon, since most pokemon turned scavengers were the weakest members of its respective species. I was prepared to catch any Fairchild pidgey available when King grabbed my attention by biting the edge of my pants and tugging.

"What is it, King? Did you see a nice pidgey for our team?" I asked him while readying myself. My pokemon hadn't tried to get my attention since all pidgeys we had seen were all pretty much the same. He nodded while grunting a cute 'Ni' and took off, expecting me to follow him. I whistled for Blaze and Luna to follow us and moved after him. What I saw surprised me.

It was a Fairchild pidgey, that much was obvious. He was sitting on the top of the rail at just the end of the stern. The impressive thing was its size.

Now, as I have said before, while a normal 30 cm tall pidgey would result in a 1.5 meter tall pidgeot and a 45 cm tall Fairchild pidgey would result in a 2.25 meter tall pidgeot, the specimen in front of me was noticeably bigger than the 45 cm tall average one. It wasn't by much, I calculated that it reached slightly above 50 cm, but that was the best we had seen. If evolved, it would reach at least 2.5 meters as a pidgeot and a staggering 3.7 meters as a mega. Now this I would like.

By this point the rest of my team arrived and the pidgey had become aware that we were ogling it in interest. It didn't look ready to take flight and was puffing himself up in order to intimidate us, or that was what I thought it was doing. This meant that it hadn't been warned about our target practice and considered it had a shot at winning should a battle develop. I thought a little and gave myself a small nod.

"Luna, you're up. It wants to battle, so let's give it one." I said and she immediately sprang to action, hopping to stand between me and the pidgey. He, now that I closely observed his tail feathers, started chirping at Luna and jumped down to confront her in the floor of the ship. While it was tall for a pidgey, it was still slightly smaller than Luna. Seeing as they were preparing for battle, I addressed my other two mons. "Blaze, be ready to launch a small flamethrower if he tries to run away. King, prepare to hit him with a confusion as well." I murmured and got confirmation in the form of two small nods. "Great." I smiled and steeled myself. I stepped forwards and got the pidgey's attention briefly before it returned to Luna.

"Luna, get in close and hit him with a tackle." I ordered. As soon as I finished my words, Luna sprinted towards the pidgey, who seemed a little surprised at her speed, I noted a little proud of her.

The pidgey tried to intercept her with a pathetic attempt at gust that Luna just barged through and hit him right on the chest. The pidgey went flying backwards before it stabilized itself and started flapping its wings to get airborne. Once it was done, it launched itself at Luna with its beak shining slightly. It was a half-formed peck, which was kinda sad, really. It was the most basic flying-type attack, and he couldn't even do that properly. Still, I took the battle as practice and acted as if it were a fully formed drill-peck.

"Luna, jump above it and use tail slap." I told her and she obeyed beautifully.

Once the pidgey was close to her, Luna jumped up and, once above it, hit the pidgey right on his face with her tail. The pidgey was sent careening downwards and crashed shortly after. After a few seconds of him laying still he tried to get up, and I wouldn't have that.

"Finish it with powder snow!" I said and Luna complied, summoning a decent amount of snow and sending it to the pidgey along with a small current of air. The poor pidgey was left tittering in the cold and looking pitifully weak. I smiled and throwed a pokeball at it.

It moved one time.

Two.

Three.

Fou-click.

"All right!" I yelled and ran forwards to pick up the pokeball of the newest member of the team. I smiled at our accomplishment, before turning on Luna. "Luna! You were awesome! That was a perfect execution, congratulations! You've gotten so strong! And you guys, thanks for keeping watch. You were awesome, too!" I told Luna, King, and Blaze, who took their compliments like champs. "Lets wait for a little while before we meet him, okay? Just enough time for her injuries to heal a bit." I said to my team and smiled as they nodded.

After that little exhibition, I quickly recalled my pokemon save for Luna and started walking towards our cabin. We had a pidgey to talk to.

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I reached the conclusion that the pokemon games were incredibly unrealistic, simplified, or downright ridiculous compared to the real deal by the time I was five. A little late, I know. But on my defence, I was busy learning everything I could about pokemon for me to actually care enough to think about it. But yes, things worked way differently here.

For example, capturing pokemon.

In the games you would battle it, lower its health, maybe induce a status condition, and capture it with a pokeball. Same thing was true in this world, the difference being what came after.

While all pokemon know on some level that a partnership with humans can make them stronger, they still don't like having their freedom taken, and often lash out when they were first released from the pokeball after capture. This was why I had my team outside of their balls and readied for anything before I released the pidgey, expecting an attack.

What I didn't expect was for pidgey to look at me despondently, then at my team, before chirping sadly, hunching over, and looking generally depressed. I signalled my team to be ready before I moved close to him, his pokeball in my hand.

"Hey, Pidgey. Don't be sad, now. My team is plenty strong, and Luna even had a type advantage against you. It was one of the worst match-ups you could hope for." I tried reassuring it. He was a member of my team now, after all, and we don't need no whelps. Surprisingly, my words seemed to work at least a little, for he looked up and looked at me, then at Luna, and chirped somewhat more animatedly before nodding. I smiled at him.

"Besides, even if you lost, you just have to become strong enough so that you win next time, right? You are weak right now, but that doesn't mean you have to stay weak forever." I smiled at him and he nodded, starting to watch me warily. "I can help you with that. I am a pokemon trainer, as you might have guessed, and captured you to be a part of my team. I want to train you to be the best you can possibly become, but let me show you something first." I said and took out my magic phone. It startled the pidgey at first, but it quickly calmed down once he realized it was a harmless thing. I searched the most majestic shots of pidgeots I could find, and showed them to him. "Here, look at this."

"Pidgeeyyyyy…" He trailed off with an awed tone and expression, watching what he could potentially become.

"That is a pidgeot, the last stage of your evolutionary chain, as I'm sure you already knew. Pidgeots are well known for their speed, being among the fastest known bird-type pokemon out of the lot of them." I told him as I pulled back my phone and started searching for something else, a picture of a mega pidgeot. I found one, and showed it to him.

"GEY!" This time, though, it looked badly startled and wildly turned to look at me. My team readied themselves for battle, but I held them off with a hand gesture. I didn't think he was going to attack me, more like he was incredibly surprised by the picture.

"This is a picture of a mega pidgeot, the empowered stage of a pidgeot. You will never be able to reach that form permanently, but if we become strong enough and a good team, you could be able to become a mega pidgeot for some battles. On that form, you could become even bigger, faster, and way stronger. Like, twice as strong." I smiled at him while he listened raptly, his eyes becoming more eager and determined every second. "I know how to make this possible. I know how to make you strong. You need me to train you, and I would like you to fight for me. We have big dreams. We will become strong enough to beat the champion, to beat all of the champions. We will accomplish this, that is a fact." I stated a little more authoritatively, pokemon psychology for the win. "So, what do you say, pidgey. Do you want to join us on our journey to become the strongest?" I finally asked him.

"Pi-Pidgey!" He chirped loudly and nodded, the flames of his will burning brightly under his eyes.

"Perfect!" I grinned. "Now, let me introduce you. You already know Luna, the vulpix here, but meet King and Blaze. King is the nidoran and Blaze is the growlithe. They are mine and my brother's starters, as well as my very best friends. I plan to give a name to every member of my team, it just doesn't sound right to call a pokemon the name of its species as a whole. As for you, I would like to name you Gale in hopes that you will have a goal to strive for everytime you hear your name. Train diligently to become just as strong and fast as a gale of wind. What do you say, you like it?" I asked him with a smile.

"Pidgey!" He chirped and nodded. It seemed he liked the nickname and accepted its meaning.

"Excellent. Welcome to the team, Gale." I smiled and beckoned my pokemon forwards.

"Ni-Nido."

"Pix."

"Gey. Pidgey."

"Grow. Growlithe-Grow."

"Pix-Vul."

"Ran-Nidoran!"

"Lithe-Grow."

"Pi-Pidgey!"

As I lay down on my bed, watching my now expanded team interact, I cannot wait for what's to follow.

After all, we were just getting started.

NAME: Olive

AGE: 13

CLASS: Rookie Trainer.

TEAM:

King: Nidoran[m]

Blaze: Growlithe[f]

Luna: Alolan Vulpix[f]

Gale: Pidgey[m]

Yo! Crimson here, and I hoped you enjoyed this chapter. We have yet another pokemon, which even I know is a bit much. IM SORRY I WANT HER TOP HAVE EVERY ONE OF MY FAVOURITE POKEMON! Seriously, it is incredibly hard to not just give her everything I want, because team dynamics and character development. Ugh. Anyway, thanks for reading!