RED

by Itherael

The world of Pokemon had been known for being vast, mysterious, mostly dangerous, but if there was something that had remained the same since the first record in history, was that it had seen countless Pokemon trainers live and die by its rules. However, there was one legend that spoke of a boy, born in Pallet Town, who by will and determination, broke them... and made his own.

1. Origins

Greetings, this is Frank, mostly known as Itherael here in the page. I have not much to say other than it's time for a certain badass trainer to fucking shine.

To those new to my stories, I create pictures and make song recommendations for certain parts of every chapter, so open a tab to my profile, from which you can access the ff page of the story where every link will be posted. Simply follow the instructions to see an image, and open a new tab with every song I'll recommend.

You're free to use the links should you want a more immersive experience to the story.

This fiction will be centred in the games of the Pokemon series, beginning with Pokemon Yellow(PokePika), FireRed and LeafGreen, all three in a mix and onward. The story will also include several elements of the Pokemon Adventures Manga(Pokemon Special), Pokemon Generations and the main anime.

Thanks to "StarryFire14" for her the beta job. Be sure to check out her stories, she's a master when it comes to a certain celestial spirit magic wielder.

Now, enjoy.

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RED

Prologue: ORIGINS

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"What does it mean to be a Pokemon Trainer?"

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An elderly man blinked, assuming a thoughtful expression. Brown eyes drifted to the blue sky over PALLET TOWN, making out the countless shapes in the clouds, as he mindfully mused the reply for such a question. Three young children sat around him, listening closely and expectantly, waiting to hear his response. The old man chuckled to himself, amused by their keen interest.

The wind blew softly, falling leaves trapped within it as they were inevitably swayed by the current. The grass quietly rustled along with the gentle breeze, also caressing the skin of those gathered in the backyard of the only laboratory in town.

And as the man's mind twirled with many thoughts, searching for the most adequate response, another voice - strong, feminine, but still childish - suddenly snapped him out of his musings, "Is it a person that catches Pokemon? A person that trains them?"

The older man knew that was correct, a Pokemon Trainer was both, in fact, but… that was far from being the comprehensive response he would have wanted to give them.

"…Partly," He slowly nodded his head, eyeing them critically.

A smug voice came this time around, "It's someone that battles with pokemon, right? Everyone knows that, gramps!"

The old man sighed, not missing the confident light in the eyes of the young boy that was a relative of his. Not entirely unexpected if he was to be honest, since he had been just the same during his younger years. Maybe overconfidence was a trait he shared with the boy as family.

In any case, that still wasn't what he was getting at, and for some reason that still eluded his own rationality, he just couldn't form the sentences to express his thoughts on the matter.

"Not every pokemon trainer needs to have pokemon battles to be one, boy," Responded the wise, older man, resting his back on the rough bark of the tree behind him. Another refreshing breeze passed around them. "For example, Breeders are Pokemon Trainers who raise and mate carefully selected pokemon to reproduce specific improvements in future generations, such as their moves and stats."

The boy that was related to him by blood cocked an eyebrow, "What language is the old fart speaking now?" He muttered, clearly unnerved. The explanation simply confused him.

The girl with brown hair, who was sat at his side, simply shrugged her shoulders in response. A third child between the two, a boy with short, light brown hair, just looked on impassively - an unusual expression for a child of his age.

And just as before, yet another soft, refreshing breeze graced the man's face. With eyes shut, he enjoyed it to its fullest. Without doubt, the backyard behind the laboratory was an excellent place to relax, and the children seemed to appreciate it as well, as far as he could tell.

Then he waited; silently he did, as he listened to their mixed reactions, failing to hide a smirk of amusement.

In any case, this had been a question PROFESSOR SAMUEL OAK had heard countless times in the course of his life. It had even come up when he traveled through KANTO as a teenager, searching for adventure alongside a friend of his, many, many, many years ago.

And even when he realized that his true purpose in life was to become a Pokemon Professor, many had continued to ask that very same question to him over and over again. He would be lying if he were to say that he himself hadn't wondered about it at some point in his life.

Then, what did it mean to be a Pokemon Trainer?

Did PROFESSOR OAK truly know the answer to this inquiry?

His gaze returned to the bright sky, his mind searching once more for the most satisfactory reply, sudden memories popping up as his eyes became distant. His gray hair danced with the breeze of spring as little by little, all sound came to an end.

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A voice could be heard right then, echoing eerily, but it was too far to be understandable. It continued regardless, each moment that passed by it become louder, eventually making more sense than the first few muffled noises.

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"H-l!"

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"Do-j-t-ta-in-he-e-li-a-ol."

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"You-id-ha-wa-mi-k-."

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A younger Samuel Oak blinked, his focus regained, as the voice of a girl caught his attention.

"Then what on earth do you think being a pokemon trainer is about, Sam?"

The brown-haired boy sighed, turning his matching eyes towards a girl his age, who had beautiful blond hair that reached her shoulders and lilac-colored eyes – rather unusual, but pretty nonetheless. Her outfit was composed of an iris dress over a white blouse, matching her face and frame with utmost perfection.

Not that he would say it out loud, he had his pride to protect, little as it was.

The young Samuel put a hand under his chin, slightly gripping it as he thought of his answer, not really wanting to drag out the subject as he had come to realize that the girl accompanying him – AGATHA – was too stubborn to accept his point of view… or technically, the lack thereof.

"I dunno, Agatha. But I'm sure that being a pokemon trainer goes beyond just battling and making your pokemon stronger," Samuel wasn't particularly happy with his response, to be honest, but he was being honest with her at least. "There must be something else to it."

Rolling her eyes, the girl sighed as she directed her lilac eyes toward the entrance of the VIRIDIAN FOREST, just inside the lobby they were currently standing in. A man with a uniform stood on duty, in charge of guarding the wide inlet to prevent the wild life of the forest from invading the structure. It made sense to the young boy, actually having security, as there had been many cases where people and pokemon alike got badly injured with no one nearby to help. Having someone keeping an eye on things was reassuring.

Not that their lives had been in any sort of real peril… yet. Still, he had heard stories, and only those foolish and unprepared would dare to ignore them. He wasn't going to start off on the wrong foot, and get himself hurt for acting carelessly. After all, facing the wild had always been dangerous, no matter how old you were, even if you were to possess strong pokemon for self-preservation.

The girl, clearly annoyed as far as he could see, took a few steps toward the forest's entrance, hands intertwined behind her as she inquisitively looked at the boy that wore wide green pants and a yellow shirt. He could already imagine what was coming, given that he had come to know her to a rather close degree – although not by choice.

"You're a moron, you know that?" Agatha growled, as expected. "In any case, shouldn't we get going already? I bet there are some other trainers we can beat up! My Gastly could use the training."

Samuel smiled to himself, eyes shut, and nodded his head before standing up. "Sure, sure. Just don't go overboard, alright?"

"Aarg!" Agatha whined, and folded her arms, displaying clear disinterest in holding back in any way. "Are all kids from Pallet Town this lame?" She questioned him with a raised eyebrow.

Samuel chuckled in amusement, recalling how Agatha proclaimed herself as his rival after her parents left her in the care of the Oak family a year ago. It had been interesting for him to have someone around that saw the world in a different light than he did, to say the least. Sharing and discussing their points of view had become one of his favorite personal hobbies.

Agatha, however, had become a difficult companion to deal with as time passed. Since they had started their adventure to become Pokemon Trainers, it had gotten worse. For some reason, one he had yet to discover, she enjoyed refuting everything he said or did, while doing so without presenting any reason or evidence. At some point he thought she only did it to annoy him, but he ultimately realized that contradicting him was truly a defining trait in her personality.

Even so, sometimes he found himself getting quite frustrated at that discouraging habit of hers.

After a few moments, he finally responded to his irritable companion, allowing himself to show a mocking smile for the heck of it. "Are all girls from Lavender Town this quarrelsome?"

Agatha blinked at that question, before smirking at him, "You have no idea."

"I beg to differ," Samuel folded his arms across his chest, raising an eyebrow in amusement since experience had taught him otherwise. "I actually have an estimate."

Silence ensued for a moment, then a soft giggle accompanied by a chuckle was heard. It wasn't that bad, dealing with her that was, he had to admit. Despite their clear differences, both had come to an understanding of sorts, weird as anyone else would describe it.

After the laughter ended, the two headed into the forest together, the guard stationed by giving them a few safety tips needed for traveling through the wild area. He'd apparently noticed that they were beginners. It didn't bother him one bit, but Agatha seemed to try her best to not start scowling. Whether she liked it or not, they were in fact beginners, and despite her often display of bravado to strangers, she was smart enough to pay heed to any useful advice.

She may have learnt that from him during her stay in the Oak Residence… probably.

And as soon as they stepped into the clearing, the forest's wild sounds and sight greeted them strongly, a rather pleasant aroma filling the air. This was the first time Samuel had seen an actual forest with his own eyes! It was a dream come true!

The boy was enchanted by his surroundings. It was eerie and somewhat silent, with the exception of the chirp from Pidgeys in the distance and the faint singing of many insect-type pokemon in the area, but it fascinated him.

"Woah…" With eyes wide and blinking, he marveled aloud.

"Cool. C'mon Sam! Let's go!" The blonde dashed deeper into the forest, excitement spreading across her features. Her lilac eyes darted from side to side as she let out a squeal of delight. Shooting him a glance over her shoulder, she winked and called out to him, "Don't fall behind, or I might leave you!"

The young boy followed after his 'rival', asking her to wait up for him as they were heading into the unknown without any real consideration. Oak came to a stop when Agatha did, and she turned to him and beamed, while pointing a finger at something moving within the grass ahead.

Samuel approached her with slow, wary steps, pulling out a pokeball. Observing carefully, both stood silently, their muscles tensing in anticipation. It didn't take long before a movement in the grass alerted them, a beep resounding just behind the tall grass.

"C'mon, Sam!" Yelled Agatha, pushing him from behind, "Whatever it is, it's gonna get away, go!"

"Right, but don't get involved, would you?" Grumbled Samuel, trying his best to not stumble forward at her push. "Your ghost pokemon scared away that one Mankey we encountered."

"So?" She huffed uncaringly, "That Mankey was just a wimp, my ghosts aren't scary!"

"That you say," The brunette raised a finger to his mouth, as if to shut her up for a second. "Alright, just stay here." He hissed, turning around to face the grass once more.

"Y'know, maybe I should just catch that pokemon for myself, Sam."

Samuel rolled his eyes, choosing to ignore her displeased countenance, and finally advanced, throwing a pokeball and watching as a display of shiny blue light released from the capsule. He maintained his raised arm as the pokeball returned to his hand, managing to grab it. A form materialized, a tiny magenta-skinned rabbit-like creature with a small horn on its forehead. It emitted an odd sounding growl as it took stock of its surroundings.

"Nidoran, prepare yourself!" The boy commanded as a green caterpillar left the tall grass, finally showing itself. "Oh! Isn't that a Caterpie?"

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"Of course you dummy! What else would it be, a Magnemite?" Agatha teased sarcastically from afar, much to his irritation. He didn't really mean for his question to get a response.

Samuel sighed, not wasting any time when he realized the bug pokemon had started crawling towards them. His pokemon tensed at the aggression displayed and moved forward to meet the creature head on.

"Nidoran, sprint to the left, circle it and use horn attack!" He ordered, eyes keen and focused, so as not to lose any detail of the fight.

And just as he commanded, the Nidoran moved. The sprint allowed it to avoid a string shot that came from the bug before it finally crashed it's horn into the other pokemon. That earned a sharp screech from the bug-type as it was blown away. To his surprise, it managed to regain its balance, shooting another string.

Samuel blinked as his pokemon found itself covered by the strings, preventing its movement.

"That was a dumb move. Here, I'll show you how a real trainer does it." Samuel blinked as he found himself being pulled back by his companion, who now stood confidently before him. Agatha took out a pokeball of her own, and clicked the button on its center, making it bigger.

"Wait! Who told you I was do-"

"Black Hole, come on out!"

Samuel deadpanned at the odd choice in naming her pokemon, watching as the girl smirked, and then threw the pokeball at her feet. Waving a hand as if it was nothing, she caught the returning capsule with grace, the flash of light revealing her favorite pokemon so far. The ghost-type known as GASTLY was quite intimidating, as Samuel had seen in the very first day she came to his home.

But thinking about the names she liked to use, they were a bit…

Whatever the case, he had become fascinated as this pokemon in particular resembled some sort of floating ball of black mass, covered with dark-purplish flames. It's large eyes recognized its opponent, narrowing slightly, ready for a battle.

"Lick it!" Commanded Agatha, waving a hand to the side.

Gastly floated towards it, avoiding the string shots of the wild Caterpie, and upon getting close enough, delivering a lick. The caterpillar was paralyzed in place, which was a result the blonde girl had apparently foreseen as she winked at him haughtily, motioning for him to go ahead.

The young boy scratched the back of his head as his male NIDORAN managed to break free of the strings biding its movement. He noted the fact that the chances of actually paralyzing an opponent with that ghost-type move were low, and much more with a low level Gastly, but the confidence his 'rival' displayed told him that she was certain of actually managing to accomplish it.

He realized that Agatha had a complete trust in her Pokemon, an example he felt inclined to follow himself. He wasn't nearly as confident as his companion, and honestly, that was one of the many traits he respected about her. Letting her know about it wasn't much of an option though, considering that he also had his pride to protect. Around her, he had to protect it fiercely.

Though, he wouldn't hear the end of this particular encounter anyway.

"Sam! Whatcha waiting for!?" Yelled Agatha impatiently, snapping him out of his train of thought.

With a blink of his eyes, focusing once more, Samuel nodded his head and pulled out a pokeball, expanding it as he dashed forward. A swing of his arm followed as he threw it towards the paralyzed pokemon.

The ball hit the bug on its head, bouncing off before opening and sucking the pokemon inside, finally falling to the ground. The middle of the pokeball emitted dim red flashes of light, a beep sound accompanying them as the ball moved slightly from side to side, the pokemon inside attempting to escape.

The two children waited anxiously as the beeping finally stopped, the pokeball becoming immobile and remaining in place. There was a moment of silence when all of a sudden, a loud "Woohoo!" could be heard across the forest. Samuel was just standing there in disbelief as Agatha danced around him. A smile slowly spread across his face as he walked over to retrieve the pokeball holding his new CATERPIE.

Walking back to a slightly calmed down Agatha, a smile still evident on his features, Samuel finally said with a raised thumbs up. "Got it!"

"Heh! What would you do without me, Sam?" Agatha laughed heartily, her Gastly twirling around her as if dancing happily, not that it had any legs. "Black Hole can beat anyone!" With a straightened palm held vertically under her chin, the girl let out a high-pitched laugh, which Samuel chose to ignore.

However, the ghost-type pokemon smiled, floating upside down while happily exclaiming shortened versions of its name. Samuel's Nidoran let out a growl as it stood before it's trainer, looking at him expectantly.

The boy grinned and patted it's head, saying, "Time to go back, Nidoran. You did well." Pointing the pokeball at it, he pressed the middle button as a light came from it, pulling the pokemon back inside.

"Now, we should find another one for you, Agatha."

To his surprise, she shook her head. "No need, bug-type aren't really my thing," she stated. After calling back her Pokemon, she eyed him, "You're the one wanting to catch them all."

"Well, the only way to know them all past just looking at them is to actually have them," Samuel countered before shrugging. "Besides, bug-type pokemon have high attack stats, which I thought would be something you'd like."

She smirked in amusement, hands resting on her hips, "That may be the case, but I've already decided on my team!" She exclaimed with utmost certainty, giving no place for rebuttal. "I'll make the world witness that the best kind of pokemon are the ones that can show their power by their presence alone!" She exclaimed, "And even so, I'll make them the strongest! People will know my name!"

Such was a bold statement, but somehow he could tell she would manage. Her determination was as solid as the defense of that water-type pokemon, SHELLDER, which he had yet to see with his own eyes. Though people spoke of it's durable shell, even in Pallet Town.

Samuel cocked an eyebrow, a sense of admiration growing up for the girl before him, "Is that so?" He observed briefly the pokeball of the Caterpie he just caught, shining with the rays of light that went through the tall, thick trees of the forest. Eyes flickering with a growing determination, Samuel let a smirk spread slowly on his face, the grip on the ball becoming firm as he gave a step forward. "Well, I'm not planning to fall behind myself!"

The girl grinned in return, following close behind him as they trekked through the forest, "I sure hope so, Sam! I won't stand to have a weak rival, just so you know! I will become one of the strongest trainers in the world, so you better keep up!"

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They stopped on their tracks, and with a wry smile on his face, Samuel turned to her, responding evenly, "Fair enough!"

"You said it, Sam!" The girl exclaimed with excitement.

Boy and girl stared at one another, both showing fierce resolve shining in their eyes. Samuel felt excited, seeing that his self-proclaimed rival had her sights set on such an interesting goal. Her confidence and fortitude was, by all means, admirable.

But as for himself, Samuel didn't have an established goal yet. That was truly the main reason he decided to travel and explore the world: in order to find his true purpose in life, and just maybe, discover the full answer to Agatha's question.

Right then and there his thoughts were consumed by the seemingly simple, yet deceptively complex question: What did it mean to be a Pokemon Trainer?

In that moment of his life, he still had yet to find the answer.

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Suddenly, as if waking up from a dreamlike state, Professor Samuel Oak opened his eyes to find his grandchild, BLUE OAK, waving a hand before his face, trying to get his attention.

"Hey gramps, are you even listening?" The spiky-haired brunette asked in irritation, cocking a single eyebrow.

The old man blinked several times, his eyes adjusting to his surroundings once more as he took in the sight of the eager children gathered around him. He couldn't tell exactly, but seeing his grandchild so eager to become a trainer made him nostalgic. The time where he was but a mere rookie trainer starting his adventure had become one of the memories he cherished the most, and Blue was his clearest reminder.

"Oh, Blue, errr…" The elderly man perked up, putting a hand under his chin as he tried, but ultimately failed to recall what his grandchild had told him last. "You were saying?"

Rolling his eyes, Blue shrugged his shoulders, as if not surprised, "Old age is really taking its toll, eh?"

Professor Oak cocked an eyebrow, disapproving his lack of courtesy. Oddly enough, Blue reminded him of his longtime acquaintance Agatha, much to his dismay. The irony didn't elude him, "I wonder if I was this disrespectful to my elders when I was young." He muttered, before letting out a sigh. He shot the brunette a dry gaze then, "I assure you, boy, that I'm still far from becoming senile. I've still got a long way to go."

"Doesn't seem that way," Blue laughed, evidently not caring at all.

The professor sighed, "Maybe I should ask Daisy to teach you a little bit about how to respect your elders, boy." He chuckled after mercilessly retaliating, "I'm quite positive that she will be happy to oblige."

"Geh!" Oak's grandchild stiffened, a cold drop of sweat trailing down his forehead. "That's low, gramps, and you know it!"

A soft giggle escaped the young girl's lips as she leaned into the silent boy at her side, the professor noting their closeness… at least on her side. "Their way of getting along is a bit unique, don't you think?"

The aforementioned boy she spoke to gave her a short, blank glance before turning to the Oak duo, nodding his head slowly and resting his chin over his palm. The girl's smile widened at his reaction, which was one she had apparently expected and had grown quite used to. Not in his case though, as to the old man, that boy was like seeing a statue. Even then, a statue would show more emotion, he was sure. This was of course one hilarious exaggeration on his part, but the point remained.

Sadly, not many understood his little joke, forcing the professor to refrain from sharing it. People had lost their sense of humor across the years, he suspected, but maybe it was just him. Still, he chose to think otherwise.

"What I was asking, gramps, is why do we need to take all these lame lessons when you never did at our age?" Questioned Blue with a wave of his hand, irritation evident in his voice, "Didn't you start your travel when you were ten, too?"

In all reality, the boy was correct. Many years ago, when children reached the age of ten, they were allowed to begin their journey to become pokemon trainers. He had done just that, and had been expected to be able to hold his own, despite his young age.

Many incidents with wild pokemon and a certain shady organization appearing in the KANTO region, however, had forced the POKEMON ASSOCIATION to declare a change to that practice. Now, children were only allowed to begin their journey at the age of fourteen, and even then, only after receiving the proper instruction.

Right now, for example, the children gathered around the wise Pokemon Professor hadn't yet reached the allowed age for them to leave Pallet Town on their own. Something that had frustrated a certain member of the group endlessly.

"Things have changed since then, boy," The old man responded with a stern expression. He had witnessed as much at face value, so it was hypothetically true on his book. "Several regulations and security protocols had been implemented by the government over the years, since the number of wild pokemon have increased exponentially."

Blue rolled his eyes, before waving at him dismissively, "Right, right. Who cares about protocols and whatnot anyway?" He smirked, pointing a finger at himself, the image of Agatha popping in Oak's mind for a second, "I'm ten already, and I'm completely positive that I'll be the best pokemon trainer in the world! I have nothing to fear!"

Professor Oak knew well how wrong he was, and was aware of the dangers that lurked in the world of Pokemon. Many times had fear been the catalyst for him to survive, and many others the reason why he and his pokemon had lived.

"Dangers exist at every corner, I assure you, Blue," His voice came out harsh despite that he didn't mean it. "Living with eyes closed and without knowledge is easy. However, facts won't just cease to exist because you ignore them. Such would be your downfall," He shot his grandchild a stern gaze, "Be sure to remember that."

The boy's stance didn't seem to waver, not in the slightest, a surprise really. Given Oak's experience, he could have simply taken it as the ignorance speaking on his behalf, but oddly enough, Agatha stating that she would become one of the strongest trainers in all Kanto flashed in his mind.

Maybe his grandson was truly meant for greatness as Agatha had proved to him many years ago.

"Bring it on…" Blue Oak bailed a fist in utmost confidence, "I'm up for it."

"Aw, c'mon Blue," The girl that sported dark blue shorts and a gray shirt whined, standing up. With both hands on her hips, she added fiercely. "You say all that and yet, you're still scared of your older sis. That's not something the future best pokemon trainer would do!"

The boy twitched a brow, and stepped up to her, ready to retort, "I don't want to hear that from the dumb girl that cried because she got bitten by a Rattata!" Blue folded his arms over his chest, "I'm pretty sure all that protocol and security stuff was meant for weaklings like you, Leaf!"

LEAF GREEN grit her teeth in anger, leaning menacingly towards him. It wasn't a sight Professor had become accustomed to, considering how cheerful she behaved most of the time. Maybe she only reacted in such manner with his grandchild?

"This weakling kicked your butt twice, if I recall!"

Blue laughed in response, showing clear disinterest, most likely on purpose to just irritate her, "Heh, of course you did. Only a coward would hit a girl, and a weakling on top of that!"

Professor Oak watched their rising argument with amusement, as he was reminded of the countless times he had found himself in a similar situation with Agatha during his childhood and as a teen. His mind was soon lost in his memories once more.

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"What…? You… you don't mean it, do you?"

Samuel Oak, as a sixteen year old, stared at the blonde woman before him. Her scowl made her usually beautiful features hard to notice as anger and something else Samuel couldn't put his finger on reigned over her face.

The woman, who he knew as Agatha, sported a long purplish dress, the skirt's border being dark green, and over it, a blouse of the same color, also showing the same dark green borders by the middle. Surprisingly, while her choice of clothing wasn't necessary part of the latest fashion and style trends, she managed to somehow look stunning. Samuel suspected it was probably her strong personality and self confidence that made her this attractive.

That could be only him though.

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Whatever the case, the woman in particular didn't look happy at all. All Samuel could do was to respond to her with an honest heart, even if hers would be hurt in the process. He owed her that much considering the long journey they had walked together.

"I do, Agatha," Responded the man, not showing any sign of doubt or hesitation. He had clear on his mind what he truly wanted to do… finally, "I will attend the Celadon University beginning this spring. I want to study and understand the relationship between Pokemon and humans. There are so many mysteries regarding this particular subject. Someone needs to uncover them."

Even at this point of his life, he understood little, next to nothing about pokemon, not even his own.

The woman's scowl deepened at his statement, lilac orbs narrowing in clear disapproval. She stepped closer to him, the well-taken grass of the main yard outside the WORLD LEAGUE frontal building rustling with the cold, continuous breeze.

"You just became the World Champion for heaven's sake!" Growled Agatha furiously, leaning at him with a menacing posture, gaze sharp and unforgiving. "That trophy in your hand is the proof that you did! You just can't abandon that position like it means nothing!"

"There's no law that says that I can't, Agatha," He countered sternly. "I don't really feel accomplished with myself. Even at this point… I…" Gaze becoming distant, he sighed, honestly uncertain of the future. "I have yet to find the answer I seek."

"Are you still on about that, Sam? You've beaten the toughest trainers from all regions!" She stated angrily, reminding him of his past victories, "Isn't it obvious? The answer is as clear as the crystals of the Seafoam Islands! To be a pokemon trainer is to be strong, so you can defeat anyone that stands in your way!"

Agatha had proved that much throughout her career as a pokemon trainer, and she had made sure everyone that stood in her way knew it. Interestingly enough, while Samuel Oak had followed a similar path, his focus and reason for victory had been entirely centred on the bonds he created with the pokemon of his own. They were very different people, and somehow Agatha didn't understand that.

Samuel sighed, sitting on the bench behind him, "That's not it, Agatha."

The woman's scowl only deepened, her teeth grit in response, "It is!" She yelled furiously, "Pokemon are for battling! Wasting your abilities as a researcher is simply stupid! I won't let you abandon this title, Sam! We…" Her voice faded instantly, before returning as a low growl. "We've been together for so long, come so far… I lost to you… I acknowledged your skills and accepted you as my rival… and yet…" Her voice broke, much to Samuel's surprise, however, anger was soon to coat it, "And yet!"

The young man closed his eyes for a few seconds before observing her stoically, unresponsive to her outburst, having already gotten used to her explosive and irritable personality. He wished she had come to understand his point of view during their travels, but that was never meant to be. She was too proud to accept his thinking, and he was too rational to accept hers.

In all honesty, Samuel Oak had expected this reaction.

"Agatha, being a Pokemon trainer goes beyond mere pokemon battles and research, there's just more," He admitted, "But I believe that the path of study will help me uncover my true goal, and many mysteries regarding humans and Pokemon. This is my call, my decision. I will become the next Pokemon Professor."

If there had been one thing in his entire life he was sure about, it was this decision. There was no other path for him, not if he truly meant to leave a mark in the world. A title meant nothing, not compared to discovering the mysteries of pokemon that would help all future generations of pokemon trainers.

Maybe Samuel Oak would succeed – or maybe not – but he was willing to give it as many shots as it would require.

Agatha dropped her shoulders, lips pressed tightly together, but only for a moment before a sudden fiery glint shone in her gaze, "Then you leave me no choice, Sam. I challenge you to a Pokemon Battle!" She glared at him, adding vigorously, "Should I emerge victorious, then you'll stop this senseless intent of becoming a researcher this instant!"

Samuel raised an eyebrow, actually startled by the sudden challenge, "Agatha, this is my decision. I will pursue the path of research, that's my new goal, and my dream." He dropped his gaze, a stern expression invading his features, "But as your rival, I wouldn't dare to not accept your challenge, so let's settle this," Balling a fist and raising it, he spoke firmly, "If I win, you will desist on trying to change my mind. For good. Do we have a deal?"

He could have asked much more in return, but the respect and admiration he felt for his long-time friend made him refrain from it. Asking that much, just that she would respect his decision and let him go, was enough for him.

His words were followed by silence. In that very moment, for the first time, he saw the always strong-willed Agatha sporting a nervous expression, her stance unsteady and her hands shaking as if she feared the outcome of their battle.

Samuel knew this went beyond a mere rivalry. He cherished her, and if he was to admit it, Agatha had many times expressed in her own unique way how she felt the same, but he wasn't willing to renounce his dream just because she was too stubborn to accept it.

He was certain that this battle would define the future of their friendship.

He was willing to accept whatever outcome came from it, and Agatha would have to do the same.

The woman dressed in a gothic dress bit her lip, "Sam… why do you always…?" Tears trailed down her cheeks - something he'd failed to notice before - and his eyes widened slightly in shock, "Despite being so smart, you never understand anything…"

Samuel sighed wearily, "That's exactly the reason why I want to become a researcher, Agatha. I want to understand."

The world of pokemon and their relation to humans was pretty much a mystery, that much he had noticed during his travels. It was time for someone to uncover them, he concluded.

Wiping her tears, she grit her teeth, "Fool… that's not it!" She growled in mischief, "It doesn't matter, I won't allow you to waste your talent!" Pulling from her purse a pokeball, she exclaimed, "Sam, prepare for battle! I won't hold back! Go Black Hole!"

Agatha threw the ball, releasing upon landing the ghost type pokemon she cherished the most, and was actually her strongest. A purplish gaseous-like form appeared, its disembodied hands floating alongside its large head, three spiky protrusions on both its sides.

The pokemon's triangular eyes recognized him in an instant, a large smirk appearing on it.

"Sending Haunter so soon? You really mean it, don't you?" Samuel folded his arms, glancing at the award medallion hanging from his neck, "And it's a not a Gastly anymore. Calling it 'Black Hole' doesn't make any sense now that it evolved."

"Shut up and fight!" Snapped Agatha furiously.

Leaving the trophy on the bench, he stood up, his countenance becoming sharp. He reached a hand to his belt and grabbed a pokeball before stating with a firm tone, "So be it, Agatha." Raising the hand that gripped the pokeball, he declared, "Go Exeggutor!"

Pressing the button in the middle, the pokeball opened and released energy that traveled to the ground before him, his arm positioned correctly to resist the recoil from the released energy. Where light gathered and dispersed was now a tall bipedal creature that resembled a palm tree. It had three round, yellow heads at its top from which leaves protruded out, and each head displayed a different expression.

This dual-type grass/psychic pokemon was, of course, one of Samuel's strongest, and trusted companions, which he'd managed to capture as a tiny EXEGGCUTE when he explored the SAFARI ZONE. He had become fascinated with this Pokemon in particular as he discovered that it could only evolve with the use of one of those rare and expensive Leaf Stones.

The bipedal creature released a loud screech, the sound repeated by each head, thus creating a rather weird chorus. Agatha narrowed her gaze, as if realizing that her rival wasn't about to hold back either.

"I'm going all out, Sam!" She exclaimed, her Pokemon already moving to engage, "Black Hole! Use Shadow Ball!"

The Ghost pokemon raised one of its hands, a medium-sized ball of dark energy accumulating rapidly before it was sent towards Samuel's pokemon.

"Confusion!" Commanded the teenager firmly, EXEGGUTOR releasing a cry before waves of psychic energy were released from the three heads.

The pulses crashed with the dark ball of energy, an explosion occurring, accompanied by a blinding flash of light created by the opposing forces. It was just before the flash that Samuel managed to see new tears appearing at the corner of her eyes, before everything became white.

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Blinking eyes finally allowed an elderly man to snap out from his trance. His gaze adjusted to the surroundings, the current ones… as his memories of the past faded from his mind once more. He was soon to catch the surprisingly still-ongoing discussion between his grandson and one of the most promising students in all Pallet Town.

"T-that's not true!" Stammered the young Leaf, cheeks slightly red of embarrassment, "I-I only helped him study b-because he got hurt with that Mankey and missed some classes!"

Blue laughed haughtily in response, unnerving her even more, "Was it because of that?" And turning to the light brown-haired boy with a blank expression, he added, "Seriously dude, you'll never become a pokemon trainer if you let some annoying brat babysit you all the time."

The boy gave no response, nor showed any reaction, however…

"You…" Leaf grit her teeth in anger and gave a menacing step forward, "Who are you calling brat?"

The spiky-haired brunette blinked in slight surprise at her aggressiveness, but then smirked cockily, "Who else would I be calling brat." With hands pocketed in his pants, Blue also leaned toward her in retaliation, "I don't see any other than you… brat."

Professor Oak raised an eyebrow as a punch landed on his grandson's face, courtesy of the young girl. Blue fell on his butt after letting out a cry of pain, and glared at her as he rubbed his aching cheek. Not minding it, Leaf spun around in disinterest.

"Tch…" Blue averted his gaze aside, looking less than pleased. "That punch was nothing."

"You should apologize for being such a jerk, Blue!" The girl shot back, arms folded.

He shrugged his shoulders, standing to his feet, "Why should I apologize to some irritating brat?"

And before they knew it, their discussion turned violent once more.

To this turn of events, Samuel only sighed, and hoped that these two wouldn't suffer the same fate he and Agatha had for being too proud to accept their mistakes. He truly regretted not putting any effort into trying to fix things with his childhood friend when he should have.

"Hey, you two. Stop it already!" The old man spoke sternly, "Aren't you two friends?"

"Friends? With him?"/"Are you joking, gramps?" Both Leaf and Blue pointed at one another, looking at him in disbelief. "No way!" / "I'd rather die!"

And then more shouts came, their discussion heating up to a worrying degree. The wise professor stood up and put a hand over their heads, stopping them short instantly. Both looked up at him with blinking eyes as the man assumed a stoic expression.

"Don't say that," Professor Oak admonished. "You've known each other for years now. Shouldn't you two getting along instead of fighting all the time?"

The young girl stuck her tongue at the brunette, which made him twitch a brow in annoyance. Expected reactions from children, if he was to be honest.

"She's simply irritating and nags me all the time!" Stated Blue with a huff.

Leaf looked up in a haughty manner, as if imitating Blue's usual demeanour, "Well, what else I'm supposed to do with mean and jerkish little kids?"

"What did you say!?" The boy barked, gritting his teeth.

And as soon as the two energetic children seemed to be ready to start another non-friendly discussion, the old man coughed into his closed hand to catch their attention. The two stopped, much to his relief.

"You two know that friends are an important element to being a pokemon trainer, right?"

His question earned him two baffled expressions, Blue's also filled with a rising sense of disbelief. The girl decided then to sit back, right at the side of the still silent boy that only continued to observe the situation unfold without interfering.

"Don't tell me you believe that crap?" Blue snorted with a raised eyebrow, slightly surprised.

A smack landed on the brunette's head, delivered by none other than his own grandfather. Blue winced and glared at the old man, "Hey! What was that for?"

"Watch your tongue, kid. Who taught you to use those words?" He questioned sharply, pocketing his hands in his lab coat, his face sporting disapproval. "Only ten years old, and already speaking like that?"

"Who cares, gramps!"

Professor Oak rebuked with a frown, "I care, boy. Daisy and your parents do, too."

"They are all lame!" The young boy retorted, "And who needs friends, anyway?"

And where there should have been anger, which was honestly what Blue expected from his grandfather, the pokemon professor's distant expression made him realize that there was apparently more to it than that.

And as for the professor himself, his gaze became lost in the immensity of the sky, certain memories coming back to him in rapid succession.

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"I can't believe it… so you truly graduated…"

Samuel Oak, who would be referred to as a researcher from this day onward, smiled at the greeting of his two best male friends. The man stood inside a large hall where the after-graduation party was taking place. Many influential figures were also present, such as the president of the renowned company SILPH CO and the wealthy chairman of the POKEMON FAN CLUB in Kanto.

It was not a surprise seeing such figures assisting the graduation ceremony taking place in CELADON UNIVERSITY, where multiple new, and promising researchers would start their careers.

The POKEMON ASSOCIATION truly recognized the effort of every researcher in the region, as they made great advances across the years regarding the creation of pokemon via manipulation of DNA, and even the project that was being developed in CINNABAR ISLAND, which involved creating an artificial pokemon made entirely of computer data.

Samuel Oak also knew well of the rising interest for innovation and the development of technology in Kanto, which allowed researchers to get funds from many large enterprises. This party, for example, was a great chance to start getting influences and meeting people that could become potential sponsors.

But in that moment, that didn't matter to him. All he wanted was to spend a relaxing moment with his two closest friends, who he hadn't seen in years - not since he started his internship in the lab of the renowned researcher, PROFESSOR WESTWOOD V, on Cinnabar Island.

Seeing his two friends suddenly appearing during his graduation came as a pleasant surprise, as both resided in another region, known as JOHTO, and neither one of them notified him of their plans to attend his graduation.

Samuel laughed, "Of course I graduated. I told you Pryce, this was my dream." And since he finally managed to see his old time friend, something he heard some months ago came to his mind, "By the way, I heard someone presented a document to the Association in Johto to challenge the current Gym leader in Mahogany Town."

PRYCE, who had shoulder-length, brown hair, and sported a dark blue tuxedo, blinked in surprise, "How do you…?"

"Know?" The just-graduated man finished the line, and folded his arms as a smile found a way into his face, "Who else would try to take the position as the new Gym-leader of Ice-type pokemon?" And as his friend was about to retort, Samuel added, "Not to mention that Sheyla told me about it."

"So it was that woman?" Pryce sighed in realization.

"She works in the Association after all."

"How do you know about that when I don't? I mean, you don't even live in Kanto." A third voice came, belonging to the other man that was dressed in a stylish black and gray Kimono, a set of clothing popular in the Johto region. "Pryce just disappeared and didn't visit! Just a week ago he came to my house to tell me that you were graduating. He didn't even visit me during my graduation last year," He looked away, apparently disappointed, before muttering, "Some kind of friend he is."

The man that specialized in ice-type pokemon rolled his eyes, "Stop that melodrama already, Kurt. I told you I went on a journey to train more with my pokemon," The kimono-wearing man explained.

KURT cocked an eyebrow, blankly gazing back at him, "Again? Haven't you trained enough? Your expertise in Ice types can't be surpassed by anyone at this point."

"I still have to defeat the current gym leader, so I can't let my team and I lose our edge. I'll keep training as hard as I can until the Association approves my challenge proposition. Once they do, I'll take the position of Ice-Type Gym leader in Johto," Folding his arms, he shot him an inquisitive gaze, "As someone that specializes in Pokeball technology, you should know that the only way to retain knowledge and skill is with continuous practice, am I correct?"

Samuel Oak grinned, actually concurring with the man. He had a point after all.

Kurt rolled his eyes, "Don't mix things up! You know how difficult is to create pokeballs with special properties? My research on apricorns may lead us to that, which would be a great help in catching wild pokemon, unlike your goal."

"Pokeballs made of Apricorns?" Pryce smiled mockingly, still finding that goal ridiculous and very unlikely to happen, "Still on that I see…" He sighed, arms folded, "You're wasting time following that delusion, you crazy man."

"I'm not the one sitting under a waterfall for hours in order to become stronger, if I recall," Kurt countered with a shrug. At his side, Samuel fought the urge to laugh, "How am I the crazy one here?"

And as was usual, their argument began, both bringing up their own points of view and funnily enough, not allowing one another to explain them. A conversation that wouldn't go anywhere, that's for sure.

Having passed several minutes, Samuel deadpanned at the sight before him, "Are you two here to fight like a couple of kids or to celebrate with me?" Surprisingly, that was enough to stop their senseless banter, "Finally!"

Pryce and Kurt glanced at him, and then between themselves before they broke into laughter, Oak joining them heartily. Some moments passed as it came to an end, their attention caught by a group of men garbed in black suits, following a man they recognized immediately.

"Wait a minute… isn't that Doctor Fuji?" Asked Pryce in disbelief.

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Professor Oak frowned, recalling he had met DR. FUJI personally and even worked with him for a couple of days during his internship. The doctor, however, had to leave the island suddenly due to a family matter, from what he had heard anyway. He hadn't seen him since, until today that is.

"He's here to scout new researchers for some big project," Informed Kurt, observing the man of their current focus carefully. "I'm not sure about the details, but he's apparently looking for people that have pursued Molecular Genetics specifically. An assistant of mine with that specialization received a job offer for this thing just some days ago."

"That's strange…" Samuel muttered to himself, a hand under his jaw, "I don't think Dr. Fuji ever specialized in that branch. Besides, during my internship, he told me that he's developing a much more effective healing station that would heal Pokemon in less than two minutes."

Pryce raised an eyebrow in interest, "Is that so? Having to wait almost half an hour's a pain, so healing pokemon that fast would actually be pretty good."

Samuel could agree. During the years he spent as a pokemon trainer, a more effective healing station would have been very helpful during his travels.

Kurt folded his arms, assuming a calm expression, "I'm not sure he's still working in that given that he's apparently focusing into that other project though. But if he's set on that, we might as well see where his research leads to. The PSF isn't supporting him for some reason, so he's probably searching for supporters by himself."

"You mean the Pokemon Scientific Federation? That's odd…" Samuel Oak narrowed his gaze, "Someone of his caliber should have easily gotten an approval from the PSF to get funds."

Pryce picked up a glass of wine from a passing waiter, "Unless it's a personal goal. Maybe the PSF didn't see that project of his as beneficial for Kanto."

Samuel Oak smirked, hands pocketed on his lab coat, "Well, he seemed to be a decent and wise man, so I'm positive that his project will be a great one." His gaze became distant, "Maybe he just realized what he truly wanted to do."

"You think?" Pryce narrowed his gaze, taking another sip of the cup of wine in his hand.

"Yeah… but I won't fall behind. Just because I graduated doesn't mean there's not still a lot to learn. This is just the beginning of my career, the first step in becoming a full-fledged Pokemon Professor." The brown-haired man said, determined, "I will create the ultimate Pokemon Encyclopedia to help future generations of trainers in their travels, that's my current goal."

"Well, you're not the only one with a goal in mind," Kurt nodded his head with a smile, punching Oak's arm lightly. "I don't care if everyone say it's impossible, I'll create apricorn-made pokeballs. That's a promise I made to myself."

"And I'll become Mahogany's gym leader," Added Pryce confidently, patting Samuel's back playfully.

The trio of men exchanged determined stares when a young, attractive woman with wide hips passed close by, winking boldly at the just graduated professor. The trio watched her as she joined another group of gathered people.

"Heh, someone continues to be popular with the ladies, I see," Kurt chuckled, Samuel Oak cocking an eyebrow. "Did you already forget Agatha?"

"What are you talking about?" Questioned the man with spiky brown hair, "Besides, I haven't even heard from her in over two years."

Kurt blinked, sporting incredulity. "What? Seriously? Haven't you heard that she became one of the Elite Four?"

Surprise came with that revelation, a bit of glee in the mix, "…She did?"

"Yeah," Confirmed Kurt with a shrug, "She's one of the toughest trainers in the whole region now. Officially that is."

Pryce smirked, "Heh, if I cared for Kanto's League, I'd easily become part of the Elite Four or even the next champion… but nah… I made a promise, and I'll see it through."

"Haven't forgot about that, have you?" Asked Kurt, slightly amazed.

"Of course I haven't," With a fierce voice and a bailed fist, Pryce responded, "I belong to that town, and I'll accomplish my father's dream, and mine at the same time."

Samuel couldn't suppress a smile from popping up. He knew Pryce was the very definition of the word determination, that much he had proven over the years.. Oak had learned so much from him, helping him forge his road to take the title of champion several years ago. Though, he wasn't about to reveal that to his good friend, since he suspected he would never hear the end of it.

"We know you will," The pokeball expert put a hand on his friend's shoulder.

That matter aside, Samuel chuckled, focusing once more in the news regarding a certain venom-type pokemon specialist, "In any case, I'm not that surprised about Agatha becoming one of the Elite Four. She's an amazing trainer, and a battle expert. I barely defeated her the last time we battled."

Kurt put on a cocky expression, "A battle of Love?"

Samuel Oak deadpanned in response, "Don't you start."

"I bet she's still into you, even if you did blew her off," Pryce added in a mocking tone, something that irked Samuel to the very core. That was a delicate subject, after all.

"I didn't blow her off!" Shouted the now irritated man, rightfully glaring at his friends.

Both men started to laugh at his expense, and all he could do was sigh, not wanting to say anything else. He was certain that it would only add more fuel to the fire. Instead, he approached the large banquet table, staring at a jar of Cherry Juice.

His gaze became lost momentarily when he suddenly felt someone pulling his sleeve.

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"Professor Oak?"

The old man broke away from his memories and noticed the young girl, Leaf, pulling at his lab coat. She looked concerned, while his grandson was trying to fake disinterest, though his continual glances gave away his apparent worry. The third boy only continued to stare blankly, to no one's surprise.

"Oh, sorry Leaf," He said while patting her head.

"Are you okay?" She asked worriedly, earning a kind smile from the aging professor.

"Yeah, I'm fine," He confirmed, sitting once more by the tree, and began again with a raised finger, "So as I stated before, having friends is important. Either with Pokemon or with people." And as he continued, the trio of children focused on him once more, "You may ask why," he glanced at his grandson, who looked away, "But really, it's quite simple. Friends will always be there for you, and will protect you no matter what happens. This world is not always a kind one, so having friends to support you will help you overcome any ordeal."

"But if you're strong, then friends aren't needed," Blue protested, hands inside his pockets. "Weaklings need the help, but I won't. I'll be the very best that no one ever was."

"Without true friends and partners, you won't. I assure you, boy," Professor Oak disputed sternly.

The girl stuck her tongue out to the young brunette, before turning to the older man, resting her hands on the ground, "Then what does it mean to be a pokemon trainer, as a whole?"

Professor Oak was about to respond when his eyes met the gaze of the only one of the trio that had yet to speak. His eyes betrayed no fear as they returned the gaze without any hesitation. Those same eyes he had seen in another person 11 years ago.

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Professor Oak's gaze was met with the eyes of a man, a man whose life would come to an end soon. Fire spread all around him, the lively CERULEAN CITY was being engulfed by several explosions caused by an unknown originator, thus creating chaos and havoc.

The citizens fled away in a panic, the police evacuating everyone they could. The firefighters and their water-type pokemon couldn't hold the rising waves of fire, and despite the mayhem, Professor Oak couldn't move. He stood frozen, only continuing to stare at a man with a metal bar sticking from his blood-stained chest. He'd been hit when a piece of debris flew at high speed through the area, a result of a powerful blast that rocked the surrounding buildings.

The local doctor had tried to supply first aid, emergency treatment to the man despite the dire circumstances. Unfortunately, the rising chaos and the extremely delicate state of the wounded man wasn't allowing him to proceed as he would have wanted. The way he needed to, if he was to save the man's life.

"There's nothing we can do under these circumstances…" Informed the doctor bitterly, observing the mortal wound with a critical eye, "The metal impaling his chest is compromising multiple organs and yet, it is the only thing keeping him alive. The object is preventing any major internal hemorrhaging."

An elderly man pursed his lips before asking, "Then what can we do, doctor?"

"We would need to operate here without moving him, and slowly remove the metal bar out of his body to prevent further damage," The doctor elaborated with a grim expression, "Even then, I'm not certain we would be able to stop a massive blood loss if we succeeded in removing the object." His voice came out softly, "Not to mention the rising fire that will reach this area soon. I'm afraid we won't be able to save him if we don't transport him a medical institution."

"But can we really move him in that state?"

"It would be preferable to not do so, but we may not have any other choice. It's either we take our chances with that, or we let him…"

A pregnant woman knelt beside the mortally injured man. She let out a dreadful cry as she observed them in despair, clutching desperately at the man's hand.

"A-are you saying we should leave my husband to die here?" She questioned, her voice breaking. Professor Oak, who stood close by, couldn't tell if the cause was her obvious fear, or her growing anger.

Most likely both.

"We'd have to do it slowly, and very carefully, before the fire-"

The Poké Mart collapsing a block away from them drew their attention, the fire fighters backing away. A blue bipedal turtle blocked a falling wall with it's solid brown shell, saving several men and women. Professor Oak watched as the turtle-like pokemon then directed the canons located at the top of its shell towards another building, unleashing powerful water blasts to halt the advance of the wildfire to their position. Another Pokemon of the same species appeared to help moments later.

"The two Blastoise won't be able to hold much longer! Fall back!" A firefighter shouted desperately.

Professor Oak knelt by the woman's side, resting a hand on her shoulder, "Ursula, your child is at risk! You can't remain here!"

"I won't leave him!" Growled the woman, sobbing uncontrollably into her free hand.

Professor Oak was taken aback at her outburst. He had never imagined he'd witness his friend looking so fearful. Even so, URSULA CINDER had every right to protest, despite that their lives were at risk, he knew that much.

And as the pokemon professor opened his mouth to respond, the voice of the injured man was heard, earning their total attention. Even the doctor turned to him as the man raised a bloodied hand before his face. The sight was dreadful.

"It's… beautiful…"

None of them understood what he meant.

"Dear, d-don't speak," Begged Ursula, becoming even more horrorized upon seeing blood leaking from the man's mouth.

"It's beautiful…" The man repeated regardless, eyes locked on the blood painting his hand with crimson red, "Why is it I just noticed how beautiful this color is…?"

The doctor sighed, "He's suffering from hypovolemic shock, most likely due to the internal damage."

Professor Oak grit his teeth in overwhelming frustration as his friend for six years now, lay before him, on the verge of death, and he couldn't do anything to save him.

More fiery explosions rocked their surroundings as black vans started to move through the still useable streets of Cerulean City and towards the area where the sudden commotion started. Professor Oak could only wonder if this attack had to do with government matters, or if it was a terrorist organization's doing.

"Where's the Gym leader?" Asked a young woman, who was the secretary of the mayor in the city, if Samuel was recalling correctly.

A policewoman accompanied by a fire-type pokemon that resembled a dog, approached them as well, "Gym leader Salyna is helping in the northern part of the city. We must evacuate this area immediately until the backup arrives."

"But my husband can't move… if we leave him…"

Professor Oak blinked, seeing a strange form rising to the sky by the western part of the city, a purplish aura enveloping this unknown entity when a sudden, mighty pulse was released, the ground trembling, the trees being blown away, their roots pulled out violently. Men, women, children and pokemon alike were also away blown away violently in its wake.

The pokemon professor embraced the pregnant woman, just as both were thrown back by the blast, his back crashing against the remnants of the BYKE SHOP. The man lost his breath with the painful hit, his body aching, yet, his mind focused once more as he observed the woman cradled in his arms.

"Ursula! Hey! You alright?" He asked concernedly, shaking her, if only a bit.

After slowly opening her eyes, the woman finally nodded her head, "Y-yes, but…" Realization soon hit her, and with a horrified expression, she turned to the wounded man, now far from them. A pool of blood expanded beneath him, where he now lay on the ground. Despite the mortal wound, the man raised his head heavily, his gaze almost devoid of life.

Ursula tried to get to her feet, but her damaged ankle caused her to wince and nearly lose her footing. Professor Oak took hold of her arm just in time, preventing a fall. And despite her panicked state, she still tried to reach the dying man, wincing and screaming in despair.

"NO! We have to help hi-"

"Red…" A single word escaped the man's lips, cutting her short. A faint smile invaded his features despite the dire circumstances. It was an expression that was difficult to describe, and for them, difficult to see, "Isn't it beautiful, Ursula?"

"Samuel! We have to get him out of there!" Shouted the pregnant woman, gripping the neck of his shirt strongly, to a point that could suffocate him. Her desperation was by all means understandable, seeing the terrible fate that would befall on her husband, however, there was little they could do.

Pushing her hands away, he released a hitched breath and rubbed his sore neck. The woman blinked in realization, but he stopped her from speaking a pointless apology by pressing her shoulders firmly with both his hands, while stating with a commanding tone, "I will help him, but don't you dare move from here, do you hear me?"

Ursula slowly nodded her head, eyes glittering with the light created by the rising fire in the surroundings.

Professor Samuel Oak steeled his nerves and finally sprinted forward to save the woman's husband, also his own close friend. A firefighter followed after him to provide help as well.

It took him precious few seconds to reach his target, the pokemon professor kneeling by the mortally wounded man, his eyes trailing across the metal bar that protruded from his back. Samuel, and the firefighter that joined him, exchanged a grim look, realizing that moving him could cause further damage if done so carelessly. The previous blast had already worsened his state.

Both were stopped short before any words could be exchanged, a voice echoing, "Sammy…"

Samuel blinked at the nickname only used by the man that lay before him, at the brink of death.

"Don't talk!" He hissed, "We'll get you out of here, just stay quiet and don't move."

"Sammy, tell… tell my son that I loved him with all my heart…" He spoke weakly, and Samuel frowned, not liking where this was going. "Tell him… he will have to live for the both of us…"

"Shut up, you idiot," He growled angrily. "Your son isn't even born and you come up with that crap! You'll tell that to him yourself, you hear me?"

The dying man coughed, blood leaking from between his cracked lips as he actually smiled, an event that was rare to witness. Samuel could count the times he had seen his dear friend do so.

And before he could even blink, a large truck fell from the sky like a meteor, destructively crashing into a building nearby. Upon impact, the vehicle exploded, a fiery pulse of flames expanding and scorching everything in its surroundings, and within it, the dying man was engulfed.

The firefighter pulled Samuel back before both were violently blown away.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Blackness covered all, sight no longer useable, futile… yet the woman's dreadful lament echoed, digging into his very soul, as if he was being impaled by it, again and again, in a never-ending cycle of suffering and regret.

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"Death brings experience to those that witness it, it brings wisdom and reality."

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"Legacy? It can only exist if the torch is carried highly, if the torch burns brightly for everyone to see it, if the torch's flame never ceases to burn intensely."

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"Loneliness is not the key."

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He stared at the ground.

There was nothing he could have done…

"Gramps!"

The old man's stare had apparently remained fixed on his own tightened fist, knuckles almost white.

"P-professor Oak?"

"You're scaring me, gramps! What's wrong with you?"

The light finally returned to Professor Oak's lost gaze, eyes finally noticing the fear that enveloped the children gathered around him. The fist he had made without realizing was no more, though a tear threatened to fall down his cheek.

He was quick to wipe it before it trailed down, and grinned at his spectators, his aim was of course to calm them as he wasn't certain of what kind of expression they saw on him before. The old man cursed internally for having let his memories of the past get the best of him, and what was worse, in front of the children he cherished.

"I… I'm not sure myself… I suppose I was just recalling the past…"

His grandson cocked an eyebrow, "Wait, was that it?" Hands pocketed in his pants, the brunette added with a roll of his eyes, "Geez… way to scare me, gramps."

"Did you recall something sad, professor Oak?" Asked Leaf worriedly.

The old man patted her head softly, "I suppose I did, and that's actually a point I want to explain. Listen you three," Professor Oak spoke firmly, gazing at each one of them individually before continuing. "As I stated before, this world can be excessively harsh, most especially when you're unprepared to face it. Good planning, and actually thinking through every action makes a good pokemon trainer. Rushing into the unknown without further consideration can bring you terrible consequences," Resting a hand over his grandson's head, he added, "And if that fails, you can count on your friends to help you out, don't you think?"

He found himself grinning at the three, the children actually stunned by his warmth. Leaf glanced at Blue, who to her surprise, displayed an uncharacteristically thoughtful demeanor. It was as if he was actually reflecting about his grandfather's advice. Quite unexpected, honestly.

"I absolutely agree, professor!" Leaf giggled cheerfully, turning to the silent boy at her side, "Right?"

The boy looked at her from the corner of his eyes, and responded with a silent nod.

"Well, at least there's one thing I can accept from that. I'll always be prepared, being the very best demands that much!" Blue smirked, a hand trailing across his spiky brown-hair, "I'll never be caught off-guard, that's for sure."

"Which is the reason you three, along with the others need to study and practice before starting your journey. Knowledge can be your strongest weapon, Blue."

His grandson pursed his lips, averting his gaze, which actually meant that he had accepted his advice. Since Blue was prideful, a bit too much for his own good, this was his way of showing he agreed with his point. To be honest, these instances were in fact few… he could swear that he's just like his mother, inheriting her personality almost exactly.

Professor Oak rose to his feet, wiping the dust from his pants. The sun was about to set, the first winds of the approaching night already gracing his skin, a flying/normal type pokemon he recognized as a PIDGEY, flying in the distance, most likely by ROUTE 1.

Whatever the case, it was time for the children to head back home.

"Well, that would be all for today," He stated after clearing his throat. "You all have to attend the training academy early tomorrow. Be sure to be prepared and I'd suggest you turn in early."

"Wha!?" Blue gaped at him, "You still haven't told us what it really means to be a pokemon trainer, old geezer!" Frowning at the professor, he continued, "You said this, then that, but what the heck?"

Professor Oak smacked his head, stoically scrutinizing him, "Watch your tongue, Blue. Respect your elders like your mother taught you."

"Bah," The boy rubbed his head, wisely choosing not to retort. If he did, another smack would have come his way.

"Professor Oak," Leaf started, fists balled together, "So basically, all the things you mentioned makes a pokemon trainer? Then that's the answer?"

Professor Oak stared at her, and chuckled, "It's not the answer, yet you're correct, my little girl. I can't really explain it, not even after all these years. All I can really tell you, is that being a pokemon trainer goes beyond of actually training pokemon. Does that make sense?"

"Ehhh, a bit?" Leaf tilted her head, visibly perpexled.

Blue started walking away, all while saying out loud, "It's the age. He's simply forgetting things. Whatever."

Leaf, and the silent boy, who just stood on his feet, watched Professor Oak's grandson leave. The latter gave the old professor a nod of acknowledgement before doing just the same.

Professor Oak gazed at the girl staring at the back of the silent boy, "You should get going, too."

"Ah, y-yeah…" She waved a hand at him before running to her own home.

The old man was left alone then, silence surrounding him for a brief moment before the sounds of nature made themselves heard. He gazed up at the sky, the sun almost gone, a dark shade of blue quickly spreading across the horizon.

The lampposts began to function, emitting dim light that eventually got brighter, illuminating the backyard of his already shadowed lab, and also the streets around. The elderly man stood there, observing the closest source of light. He found that it reminded him of another life-changing event of the past.

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His gaze adjusted despite the intense light coming from the ceiling.

"How is Ursula? How's the baby?"

Professor Oak blinked, removing his focus from the ceiling lights inside a waiting room as someone made the question everyone gathered within hoped to get an answer of, a tone of fear coating the voice. He couldn't determine how long he had remained in the waiting room after having left the pregnant woman in the care of the specialists. To say that he was anxious was an understatement, despite that he was a man that had seen and witnessed countless incredible things.

During the course of his life, Professor Oak had been addressed in many ways by the people he met, as both a trainer and scholar. He had experienced and learned much during his travels, becoming a man of vast knowledge, a man of culture, a man that would be able to guide future generations of pokemon trainers towards a better future.

A man whose main strength lay in his wisdom.

Ironically, despite carrying the title given only to the ultimate experts in pokemon, when it came to this subject in particular - like a woman in labor about to give birth - he was like a man walking blindly in the dark, fumbling around every dark corner.

Despite the fact that he had studied the birthing process of a human to prepare himself for this moment, the experienced man Samuel Oak was known as, faded in the very moment he noticed the woman's first contractions, leaving in place a man that was fearful of the future and, quite honestly, couldn't remember a damn thing.

Today was going to be a special one regardless, he knew that much for sure.

Just as he did, other close relatives, friends of the woman and residents of Pallet Town awaited to hear about both her and the baby's condition. With the endless wait finally coming to an end, Ursula's friends gathered around the doctor, impatiently trying to hear the news.

"Speak doctor! We're on the fence here!" Pressed a young woman, looking quite worried.

The doctor took some seconds to adjust to the situation he was in before displaying a smile to the group, "Both the baby and Ursula are fine!"

Those words were enough for the group to explode in cheers and shouts of celebration. Hugs were exchanged by almost everybody, the doctor and even a couple of nurses dragged to their celebration, however, the staff on the hospital was soon to remind them that making a ruckus wasn't allowed inside the building.

And with their outburst coming to an end, the Pokemon Professor focused on the matter at hand, which was actually seeing the woman, and if it was possible, the baby she had brought to life.

"Can we see her now?" He asked the woman, others joining in.

The physician looked at a door, thoughtful, "I'd suggest one person at a time since Ursula's a bit delicate at the moment." A smile appeared, eyes darting across the gathered people, "So, who will be first?"

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Silence came then, gazes flickering between everyone, before they finally came to rest on the man known for his discoveries regarding the relationship of pokemon with humans. Said man blinked, slightly baffled, and honestly not entirely agreeing with the fact that he should be the first person in line. After all, some of Ursula's relatives were also present, as well as those of her deceased husband.

However, Ursula's grandfather took a step forward, garnering everyone's attention.

"What are you waiting for? Go see her, Oak."

"I don't think I-" Professor Oak began.

And his words were interrupted before he could voice his concern, "Of course you should go first," said the elderly man with a smile, eyes closed, but only for a mere moment before they opened, a light of wisdom shining in them which Oak guessed could only be obtained by living almost 72 years. "You have been taking care of my daughter since that dreadful day, more than any of us. As a father, that's a really bad thing to say for myself, but the truth is the truth."

The pokemon professor scratched the back of his head, not knowing what to say, or how to react for that matter. He still thought it was the wrong call letting him be the first person to see Ursula and her baby, but the resolution of the older man before him wasn't going to let him voice his disagreement.

So he conceded, seeing he had no other choice.

And with one last glance at the group, professor Oak finally followed the doctor into Ursula's room.

The door, painted white as pretty much everything else in the hospital, was opened. Oak caught sight of a woman in a patient gown lying on a start white hospital bed. Between her arms, lay a tiny, yet endearing form. As he got closer, he came to notice the slight movements from tiny arms, tiny hands, tiny fingers. It was a baby, her baby… the son of Ursula and his long-gone friend.

"Sammy," She said, slightly surprised. A warm expression replaced her demeanour regardless, once he stood before her, "Thought my mother would crash the door to see me first."

He rubbed the back of his neck, agreeing with her, "She's a little overwhelmed, so she's resting a bit. Martha took some pills to calm her nerves and fell asleep. But don't worry, she'll have plenty of time to see her grandson… just as soon as she wakes up."

Ursula blinked, "Is she okay?"

"Yeah, her pressure was a bit high, but nothing to really worry about," Oak grinned. "She's a strong woman, just like her daughter, right?"

She chuckled, her eyes trailing to the little baby between her arms, "Right…"

Silence reigned, both observing the newborn until the doctor spoke, "I'm rather surprised, he barely cried." Both turned to the medical specialist, looking concerned about the comment, "I mean, he did during the transition of being exposed to the outside world after being born, but he hasn't done so much after that."

"I-is something wrong with him?" Ursula asked, exchanging a concerned glance with the pokemon expert.

The doctor shook his head, "Not at all. He has a good heart rate, good muscle tone and color. Usually babies would find themselves irritated to the new sensations after leaving uterine life, but he only cried a bit. Cases like this are unlikely to happen, but they do happen, so pay it no mind. Just enjoy the quietness," He finished with a soft chuckle.

Ursula released a sigh of relief, caressing her son's head, "Way to scare me, doctor…"

"Hmm… shouldn't newborns cry to expand the baby's lungs, and expel mucus and amniotic fluid?" Professor Oak asked, recalling something he read in a book during Ursula's hestancy.

"In fact, yes, but his first cry was enough for that to occur," Pocketing his hands on his coat, the doctor sighed, "Sorry if my comment worried you both, just thought it was something worth noting. As I said, the baby is healthy and there weren't any complications."

Both Ursula and Oak nodded and stared once more at the object of their affection, "So, did you think of a name for him?"

The woman made a humming sound, smiling warmly, "Indeed I have." The man blinked at that, but nodded his head, actually eager to hear it. "He will be called… Red…"

Professor Oak was actually surprised, "Like the color?"

"Yes… like the color…"

"Huh… Red…" The professor repeated, wondering what lead her to choose it. "Why though?"

Ursula pressed her lips, her eyes lost for a single second before her mouth moved, "Because he loved it… that color…"

Professor Oak was paralyzed in place, a flash of past memories hitting him in rapid succession as he had come to realise completely why had Ursula had chosen that name.

"Red… it's a beautiful color indeed…" Professor Oak muttered.

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Professor Oak blinked twice, noticing the sun was gone, the night sky presiding over all of Pallet Town, now. Finally back to his senses, the elderly man checked his watch to see it was 12 minutes past six.

Deciding he still had time to work, Professor Oak made his way inside the lab.

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He couldn't recall how many years it had been since he opened the one and only laboratory in Pallet Town, a small urban area located in western Kanto. The lab had an actual emotional value to the pokemon professor since it had become the place where his official research on pokemon started, where he studied their mysteries and behaviour in a natural environment, and ultimately, their relationship to humans.

He had managed to recreate many different environments within the lab grounds for the correct development of all types of pokemon, such as areas with grass, sand and rock, as well as lakes in order to promote a solid interaction between the different species. Thanks to the support and funding of certain enterprises, the lab became the largest of its kind in all the region, also capable of developing projects on a much larger scale than any other.

After circling the lab, and finally reaching the entrance to the laboratory, the elderly man he stood before the mustard-colored building of a peculiar design. Red tiles covered the roof, small and large windows alike positioned in every visible wall, with two small skylights over the left side of the tiled roof. Finally, a white porch covered the main entrance, a wall lamp illuminating the exterior.

This was the very place where his true goal had started.

Professor Oak smiled to himself as he headed inside, honestly tired despite the low physical effort he committed during the day. The toll that came with living more than fifty years was definitely showing now.

The automatic lights installed turned on in the very moment he set foot inside, a large corridor with many doors greeting him, which lead to different areas within the lab. He took the second door on the left, where his study room was located.

This was of course the place where he could simple relax, and obviously, the only room without automatic lights.

A large bookshelf covered the wall at his right, a sofa was positioned on the corner with a tall lamp at its side, and a desk with a comfy chair was situated at the left, where two windows let the light of the lampost outside illuminate the room.

The man walked across the room and reached the one in the back, which was a storage room where he kept an even larger collection of books. Turning on the lights, he looked around and began to sort the books scattered messily across the room, until he found a sketchbook of sorts.

The old man blinked, several memories popping up at the sight of it, yet he quickly shook his head and regained his senses. This was the sketchbook he had used during his first years as a graduated pokemon researcher while he traveled all around Kanto to observe and study the nature of Pokemon in their natural habitat.

He opened it to see several old pages with drawings and sketches, notes written beneath them. These were the observations he wrote at that time, about every pokemon he had observed. He had to admit his sketches were very on point. It was easy to recognize the drawings made by his younger self.

And as he skimmed its pages, a photograph fell from the book. He ducked to pick it up and walked back to the study room, sitting at his desk. After turning on the small lamp over the furniture, the pokemon professor carefully observed the sepia-colored photograph.

It showed a younger version of Agatha and him, taken just after he won the World League Championship. His trusty bovine-like pokemon, known as TAUROS, stood at his side proudly, while Agatha's favorite pokemon, the ghost type known as Haunter, floated at the side of its owner.

The photograph showed him sporting a smirk as he held the trophy that proved his victory over the strongest trainers in the world, and both him and his former close friend also sported the medal given by the Pokemon Association as recognition of their mastery in pokemon battles.

As expected, Agatha sported a curt expression, and the old man couldn't stop himself from smiling since he knew she had always tried to display her toughness despite her true emotions.

Leaving the photograph on the desk, he opened one of the drawers, picking up a pack of cigarettes from within, and some matches. With the cigarette lit, he relaxed over his comfy chair, smoking to his heart's content, musing a bit before redirecting his attention back to the picture.

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He blinked as he picked it up again, his focus directed at the face of his past self, or more exactly, at his eyes. Despite it being a mere picture of a past long gone, the sheer determination in the eyes of the young man could be felt by just looking at it. It honestly reminded him of a gaze he had seen once during his entire life.

And it made him reminiscence about a certain event 6 years ago.

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"My son has been acting a little weird lately… I'm worried, Sammy…"

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Professor Samuel Oak folded his arms, certainly surprised by the sudden claim of his close friend, Ursula Cinder. He stared at her across the short table in the living room inside the Cinder Residence as he let his cup of tea rest over the table.

If he was to put it, Ursula's son rarely did anything rather than sleeping and playing with his toys, so the fact that her mother showed such trepidation could only mean that it was worth noting.

"How so?"

It was a simple question, but he feared a complicated response would be its answer.

"I'm not sure… I mean, maybe I'm just overthinking it…" Ursula looked to the side, where a corridor was located, "I'm probably a bit paranoid… yeah, that must be it. You know, with those wild pokemon attacking Viridian City out of nowhere. It must just have me on edge."

Oak cocked an eyebrow, "Ursula, stop beating around the bush, what is it? You know you can tell me anything."

And the woman gazed back at him seriously before dropping her shoulders, heaving a sigh, "Remember the time we were at the lab?" He nodded, recalling that happened two weeks ago, so she continued, "And how he found your old sketchbook?"

"Yeah, he was very interested in my old drawings, but… should that be a problem? My grandson tends to look at them, too, and I don't th-"

Yet he found himself interrupted suddenly, "The other day I found him searching in…" She stopped briefly, suddenly looking pained, "…His belongings…"

The elderly was stunned momentarily, "Really…?"

"Yes…"

There had never been a mention of the boy's deceased father, not since the day Ursula's child was born, and he knew she had strived to keep that subject out of her mind. She didn't bring it up to prevent her son from suffering, even more so now that his mind was able to grasp information about the world around him.

But, if it came to this…

"So… had he asked anything about…?"

She shook her head, "No… at least not yet…"

Oak made a humming sound, thoughtful and certainly worried, "I see… but him knowing…" His voice faded at the sight of his female friend widening her eyes in utter shock. "Ursula? What is it!?"

And following her line of sight, he turned around, eyes widening as he stood up in surprise, his composure shaken, his throat becoming dry.

By the entrance of the living room stood a child, sporting a red hat with a particular white-colored design on the front that resembled a wide curve. He also wore a white shirt with a red border around the neck, the arms and the central design that looked like a 96, also colored red.

It should be noted that both pieces of clothing exceeded in size the little boy's body, and so, the hat was barely hanging onto his head, almost ready to fall to the side as it covered part of his face, while the shirt hung loosely over his tiny frame.

And above everything else, the clothing belonged to the child's deceased father, so the implications were more than troublesome, both adults had grimly realized.

"R-Red…" Whispered the woman, breathless.

Ursula's little boy, RED CINDER, showed no reaction at her call, however, the child folded his tiny arms, sporting an expression Professor Oak thought he would never see again. An expression that showed total resolution,

And before he could even open his mouth, the child spoke.

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"I will become a pokemon trainer."

Despite that Ursula's son had shown to be the silent kind and had rarely spoken, or even cried as a baby, the duo found themselves completely surprised when Red actually spoke with utmost determination.

The two adults exchanged glances of disbelief.

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The creaking of a door slowly opening called Professor Oak's attention, snapping him out from his train of thought. He pulled the chair around to see one of the children from before standing quietly by the entrance of his study room.

It was Red, a boy he had known from birth.

The boy with light brown hair that wore blue jeans, matching shoes and a black sleeveless shirt walked inside, glancing around before stopping in the middle of the study room. The professor had wondered many times what made this boy behave like he did, barely speaking and emanating that serious aura he seemed to display at every moment.

But the answer had always been there, despite his attempts at ignoring it. The lack of a paternal figure was the most likely cause, and while many of Ursula's friends and family, and even he himself, had tried to fill that void in the Cinder family, it seemed the boy's lack of a father left repercussions in Red's growth as a person.

Whatever the case, it seemed he had something important to say.

"Red, aren't you cold? It's a tad late, boy," Red shook his head, "Trying to play tough guy, are we?"

A raised eyebrow was the response this time.

"I'd say that is Blue's influence on you, but I digress. Did you forget something, Red?"

The boy shook his head and approached the bookshelf, picking up a random book before turning to him with that usual blank gaze of his, which the professor had grown accustomed to over the years. Honestly, it made him nervous when the silent boy started pulling it.

"Professor," He finally spoke, earning his full attention. "I know what it means to be a pokemon trainer."

Such statement caused the old man to blink, slightly perplexed. As he had imagined, the boy had something on his mind, now he wouldn't deny he now felt intrigued about his answer. Oak had always strived to find the true meaning behind the title of pokemon trainer, throughout his whole life, and while he had managed to understand the answer, the words to explain it had, for some reason, eluded him.

The elderly man honestly thought the boy would probably present him an incomplete answer, just like Leaf and Blue had done. They simply lacked the experience to understand what the answer truly was. Either way, the professor was still interested in hearing his point of view. Maybe he would find, in Red's answer, the words to actually respond that difficult inquiry.

The professor smiled, "Oh. What is it then?"

Red gave some steps towards his desk as Professor Oak turned the chair to remain facing him. Standing by his side, the young boy placed the book on his grip over the desk, which the pokemon professor recognized immediately.

'Pokemon: Growth and Survival'

That was its title and below it showed with tiny letters: 'Written by Samuel Oak.'

One of the several books he had published across the years, this one focused on the growth of many types of pokemon in different ecosystems, and how these affected their survival and battle capabilities.

"What about this book?" The wise man asked in curiosity, failing to see where Red was going at, "Does it has something to do with your answer?"

And while he actually expected a response, the young boy looked around his desk before picking a notebook, yet this one was completely empty. Oak had bought it just yesterday to put some notes on it about his latest research, but he hadn't the chance to use it yet.

Red pointed a finger at it.

The old man cocked an eyebrow, and leant over the desk to examine it. It was simply a blank book, filled with blank pages, without so much as a title to give it a small amount of meaning.

So basically, it was empty. Bare.

The elderly man frowned, "Now you've lost me… this is a new notebook, Red."

And the boy stared at the item quietly before closing his eyes. It is then that his voice was heard once more in the silent room.

"Professor… what if someone laid a book down in the middle of a city, and the book had no name, no author, no content… then…" His gaze met the professor's, "…who would read it?"

There was silence.

"Mmm… I think no one would, what is there to read in an empty book?" He responded logically, however, for the face the boy displayed, it had not been the answer he was hoping to hear.

Red walked towards the closest window and stared at the lamppost outside, "Professor, why did you become a researcher?"

The man cleared his throat, "Well, I realized that was my goal in life, I enjoyed studying the nature of pokemon, I was intrigued by their existence, and I felt fulfilled whenever I made a discovery. Also… I wanted to help new trainers with this knowledge."

"…which is the reason you stopped being a pokemon trainer, right?" Red asked tentatively.

"Indeed, my boy, but I'm not saying I didn't enjoy my time as one," Oak sighed wearily, "I just realized it wasn't my vocation."

The boy raised an eyebrow in response, "Yet you managed to become the World Champion."

"That lead me to discover my true purpose," He countered easily, resting his back on the comfortable chair, "For me, it happened like that. When you grow up, you'll understand."

The boy stared at him for several seconds.

"Then let me ask again, professor. If someone leaves a book in the middle of a city, and the book has no name, no author, no lines to it… who will read it?"

Silence returned once more for several seconds.

The answer to this inquiry was simple, and he had already given it to him, but apparently, it wasn't a satisfactory response as Red had asked it again. The professor put a thoughtful hand under his chin, trying to understand what he was getting at.

However, the answer still eluded him, and so, he responded with logic once more.

"No one would read it. One can't read blank pages, Red. What does this have to do with your answer?" He couldn't help but become a little impatient, his voice rising slightly.

However, Red betrayed no emotion.

Professor Oak watched as Red's gaze fell to his slightly raised hand, "I… don't know who my father was…" He said quietly, and the older man tensed visibly, "I always wondered who he was."

The pokemon professor wasn't prepared to hear such a statement, and he realized Ursula had been right all these years. While the boy before him had never asked anything about his deceased father, it seemed that he had thought about him all along.

It wasn't that he hadn't noticed, but the elderly man was afraid, uncertain of what it could cause to Ursula's son if he was to speak about him.

However, there was one thing he could do now, which was to reassure him.

"He was a good man," He responded, the boy looking at him from the corner of his eyes, "He lived his life to the fullest, loved your mom and loved you, Red. Even if you didn't know him, he always said he loved you both with all his might."

Red closed his eyes, "But I didn't know him. How can I attest to that?"

"He…" Oak dropped his gaze, his voice so low that it could have been a whisper, "He told me that he truly loved you, Red." He fought the urge to let tears come out, "He told me that you would have to live for the both of you."

The young boy stared at nothing in particular, "I suppose I can believe that…" He turned to him, "Do you believe that?"

"Of course I do! Your father was a close friend! I knew him, and everyone who knew him would say the same. I'm certain that he meant it."

If there had been something Samuel Oak had been completely certain about, it was that.

"But I can't be certain… after all…" The boy began slowly, resting a hand on the empty book on the desk, "If someone leaves a book in the middle of a city with no name, with no author, with no lines… who will read it?"

"No one, Red!" Growled the professor, rising from the chair. "Why do you keep asking that! What's gotten into you!?"

And yet there was no reaction from the boy, hell, it seemed he had even expected his outburst. It probably was the fact that Red's deceased father was mentioned, but the elderly man felt agitated despite he made no physical effort whatsoever.

"Professor, when a book is laid on the ground, and it has no title, no author, no lines… then who's expected to read it?" He asked once more, his tone eerily serious.

Maybe the answer to this question had something to do with being a pokemon trainer, but how were these even related? I didn't make much sense to the experienced scholar.

Oak facepalmed, sitting again, "What kind of question is that, boy?" He muttered to himself. "I told you already. It's like if you're asking what is up, or what is down? The answer is simple."

"Up is as good as down needs it to be," The boy responded neutrally, his gaze sharp, "Those are only terms… after all, I could be an adult, and you a kid. But it still doesn't change the fact that I'm young and you're older. It's not all in the name, professor."

The current conversation surely was making Oak look like the infant in situation, in terms of dialogue anyway, and that was a new sensation… not one he welcomed though.

"Listen Red," Oak manage to calm himself before continuing, "Books are written, or filled with content for people to read. A book without a name, author or information has no purpose. It would be like making pokeballs in a world where pokemon doesn't exist."

"Then you wouldn't read an unmarked book?" Red asked, raising his head.

The pokemon professor shook his head, "I wouldn't. I can't read something that can't be read."

"Then why leave a book that has no title, no author or content whatsoever?" Red stepped to him, "How can someone trust something that can't be read? Something that is nameless? Something that can't be recalled because it has no name, author or information?"

"But a nameless book holds no relevance to anyone," Replied Oak with a stern expression, "There's no need for anyone to waste their time in it."

"But even if it's nameless, has no possession, no content… it still exists, right?" Red remarked, dropping his gaze. "So who will read it?"

Oak put a hand over the boy's shoulder, his grip firm to let the boy know that he meant what he was about to say, "Red, this isn't like you, Stop it."

"How can you know that, professor?" Argued Red, refusing to look at him, "How can you attest to that when I have done nothing for you to determine that you know me?" He sighed, and Oak knelt before him, "Professor, the truest pain comes when you fail to reveal who you are to someone else."

"Red…"

And suddenly, the quiet boy raised his head, a determined glint into them, startling the old man to the very core, "Do I make any sense?"

"I'm… not entirely sure…" Oak muttered, "What is your point?"

The boy closed his eyes, assuming a calm expression, "…You see professor, I can't just keep watching all of you restraining your thoughts and your actions because of the past."

The old professor realized where this was going.

This wasn't a matter that he should be addressing, and even if it concerned him, he was lost at what to do, what to say, what to feel. The only one sentiment he could identify was him feeling cornered, so he had to refuse.

"What are you talking about? We don't-"

"You all do, professor. It's hard to tell, but I know everyone keeps secrets to themselves, keep their feelings to themselves. But does that mean that they don't exist?" This time, Red put his hand over Oak's shoulder, "They do, even if their name, owner and significance are hidden, we know they do."

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It was now crystal clear to Oak. Ursula, her relatives, the pokemon professor himself had all been striving to keep their feelings inside, so Red would not suffer for how reality had treated him.

A son without a father.

Maybe the fact that everyone left a blank book for Red drove him to have the difficulty of not being able to express himself. Maybe in their attempt of not hurting the little boy with the truth, they had in fact damaged him with the lack of it.

None of them left a mark in the world for Red to follow, and while the Pokemon professor managed to do so for the future generations of pokemon trainers, Ursula's son was left in the dark.

The usually silent boy figured it all out by himself in the end.

Oak realized this could have been applied to his relationship with Agatha herself. Maybe if he had been more open about his feelings, maybe if Agatha had done the same, things wouldn't have ended in the way they did. The young boy had surprisingly revealed an undeniable truth.

Red nodded finally, picking the book from before, the one Oak had published, "This book has a name, has an author, has content to it. It will help new trainers because it can be read, because they know it's from Professor Oak," He extended it to the elderly man, "I think this might be the answer to that question, professor."

Silence came, and the wise professor still found himself awed at such logic.

"It is?" Oak started, however, his voice faded when the boy spoke again.

"Yes, professor. Being a pokemon trainer is everything Leaf, Blue and you mentioned, but also… it means to leave one's mark, whether you're remembered by the world, or by only one person," Red smiled, and Oak blinked at the unlikely sight. "After all, each person… each soul… is like a book… and when we lay our feelings, motivations and achievements out in the open, and we give them no name, we give them no author, and we've given them no description… then… who will actually read them…?"

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