I have way too much fun writing this story, so it's actually being updated faster than I planned. I noticed a lot more people are reading this, so I'm glad people are enjoying it. Crossovers are sometimes weird to write when you have to combine two completely different worlds. Luckily, if I take out abilities and replace them with Pokémon, it works out really well. Anyway, nothing really new to report, so moving onto comments.

Brosephg: The information on Misaki's adventure has a point, and you will learn soon enough. You know me. I always do things for a reason.

naruhinasakufan1: Touma Kamijou is way too strong for what he knows and does. Skit you provided gets 9.5/10.

WiliamZ0: I made the mistake of googling Gardevior. Why are there so many traumatizing pictures? I think my mind is putting a mental block on it now.

vietnamese guy: Golden Magikarp, it is special. I wanted a Pokémon that charged in head first without thinking of the consequences. What could be better than the Headbutt Pokémon?

FrodoFighter: It's not mean, it's arrogant. Big difference. Rampardos is a strange Pokémon with two moves left to be revealed. You will have to wait and see. Why wouldn't Mikoto have the Kami-yan Disease already? He saved her twice, told her he supported her dream, and then showed off how strong he was but at the same time being humble about it. It's a golden Magikarp that learned Judgement.

Agent Nine: There's a familiar face.

Wiliamsusanto: That was hilarious. Imagine Touma using Zapdos and Mikoto getting all jealous and trying to get him to trade it to her. Charmeleon will get his chance to shine.

ultron emperor: Of course Accelerator will come into play. He is the strongest after all.

Disclaimer: I do not own Toaru Majutsu no Index or Pokémon. I wish I did so I could retire rich.


Academy City would periodically hold tournaments. Since there were so many student trainers there, along with countless of visiting trainers, it was an opportunity for everyone to test out their Pokémon and meet new people. To mix it up, Academy City would keep changing the tournament rules. Sometimes it would be one on one with everyone only allowed one Pokémon. Sometimes you could have up to three. They had team competitions, where one person would battle until they lost and then their teammate took over. The tag team tournament approaching was a simultaneous two on two battle. Mikoto had attended several of these tournaments, but she was always upset at one requirement the city upheld.

It was only open to high school students and up.

Middle school students were given their first Pokémon and then were expected to learn while raising it. The city believed the trainers should focus more of understanding theory of types, caretaking, strategy in battles, and similar topics long before they applied it in practice. Eventually, the students would take field trips further into the Nelos region to catch their own wild Pokémon. They would then spend the rest of their time in middle school learning and forming bonds with their new Pokémon. Once in high school, the students were considered mature enough to handle competitive combat and the stress of battle. During team competitions, high school students who wanted to participate could invite a younger student if they wished.

Mikoto knew this.

"I wasn't planning to enter," Touma told Motoharu. "You and Aogami joined as a team, which left me high and dry."

"Sorry Kami-yan," Motoharu replied and put his arm over Touma's shoulder. "The Delta Force can't stick together when pairs are required." He grinned. "You should be thanking us anyways. Now you have the opportunity to invite your lady friend here."

"I'm sure she wouldn't want to pair up with me," Touma started to say dismissively.

"Hang on!" Mikoto interrupted. She had found her voice and it was now or never. "I never said I wasn't interested."

"Huh?" Touma turned to her.

"Don't do it onee-sama," Kuroko said from behind Mikoto. "It's not worth-…" She was cut off as Ruiko and Kazari covered her mouth.

"You should let Misaka-san decide," Ruiko told her.

"I want to see what happens," Kazari added. Kuroko glared daggers at them, which caused them to sweat, but she didn't struggle.

"I never got to participate in one of those tournaments," Mikoto told Touma. She was really excited, but tried to remain calm. Word this right. You don't want anyone to get the wrong idea. I would never hear the end of it from Saten-san and Kuroko. Getting into this tournament is the important thing, but we may have to train together to get in sync. Train by ourselves. Alone. She mentally shook her head and stared at Touma. "They don't let middle school students in them normally. I want to test out how well I can perform against experienced trainers." She increased the intensity of her glare to hide her embarrassment.

"Well," Touma said nervously and scratched the back of his head. "I don't really have a reason to refuse if you are interested and willing." He reached into his bag and started rummaging around.

"Great," Mikoto replied and clapped her hands together excitedly. Touma looked up and handed her a slightly crumpled up form. It was obvious he had not been planning to participate by the way he treated the piece of paper. Mikoto looked it over, scribbled down her name and school ID number, and handed it back to him. "I won't have to wait another year to finally get to participate."

"Are you sure you are okay with me as a partner?" Touma asked, as took the paper back.

Partner? Mikoto thought instantly. For some reason, her face flushed slightly. "I-I s-suppose I can be your partner this t-time." Her voice trembled slightly, but she tried to play it off. "I-It's n-not like I have a-another way to get to p-participate i-idiot." Ruiko and Kazari noticed this and smiled knowingly at each other. Kuroko's face paled and she began to struggle against them, but they held firm.

"Okay," Touma sighed. "Please don't call me an idiot during the tournament please."

"No promises," Mikoto answered with a grin. Awesome. I get to battle against experienced trainers and I also get to learn from this guy. "Are you planning to use Ramaprdos?"

"He draws way too much attention," Touma said, and then he sighed again. "Way more than I need. I'll probably use Charmeleon."

"Rampar?!" Ramaprdos exclaimed in shock. Insulted, it lowered its head and rammed Touma in the back. The force sent him flying several meters. Kuroko and Motoharu burst out laughing, but Mikoto, Kazari, and Ruiko could only stare in shock.

"That is why you draw too much attention!" Touma scolded Ramaprdos, as he stood up. "Besides being rare and all."

"Rampard, ram Rampardos!" Mikoto was so busy watching those two bicker, she didn't notice Motoharu sneaking up right next to her.

"Hey Misaka-san," he whispered and she jumped slightly in surprise.

"Yes?"

"I thought you might be interested in this," Motoharu told her and handed her a piece of paper with a number on it. Mikoto looked at him confused. "It's Kami-yan's ID number."

"Why would I need this?" Mikoto asked, still confused. She took the piece of paper, but didn't understand the significance of it.

"You see," Motoharu explained and the grin on his face widened. Mikoto had a feeling all of this was for his own amusement, rather than Touma's or her benefit. "Have you heard of the mentorship program?" Mikoto nodded. The mentorship program was when a younger student would team up with an older student for the purpose of learning. The schools would allow them to join each other on field trips and do occasional joint exercise, while at the same time earning credit. "If someone happened to put forth a mentorship application to work with Kami-yan, his school and teacher would get notified. Kami-yan happens to need a lot of extra credit to cover his missed classes, which this program provides. Our teacher would probably spring it up on him and he wouldn't be able to refuse."

Mikoto's eyes widened.


Mikoto was sitting in class, but she was not paying much attention to the lecture. It had been two days since she met Touma and she hadn't seen him since their battle. They were two very long days, not because she missed him, but because of someone else. Kuroko had been keeping next to her every chance she got. The only time Mikoto had any peace was in class and then she had to focus on school work. She never had a moment to herself. Her teacher was currently reviewing the importance of type selection. Since many Pokémon were more than one type, choosing attacks was incredibly important in battle. Flying-type moves were super effective against bug-types for example, but were weak against rock-types. If a flying-type move was used against a rock and bug-type, it would only deal normal damage. Mikoto knew all this and the topic annoyed her because people would always tell her having only electric types would put her at a disadvantage.

I proved them wrong though, Mikoto thought satisfied, as she remembered a pleasant memory from yesterday. A girl from another class challenge Mikoto to a battle, which Mikoto accepted. The girl released a Rhyhorn and Mikoto realized it must have been one of the ones from outside the city. She grinned and figured this would be a perfect time to use her newest Pokémon. Girls from her school knew she liked to use electric Pokémon and they loved to use types that were strong against them, like ground types. Rhyhorn was a ground and rock-type, so it would be immune to electricity, but rock was weak against steel. Magnemite dominated the battle with supersonic and Magnet Bomb. Mikoto was doubly excited about her victory because it was Magnemite's first real battle. It seemed happy too and Mikoto knew they would make a great team.

So bored, Mikoto thought as she stared out across the school grounds. It was another nice sunny day. She wanted to skip class, but too many unexcused absences would eventually lead to trouble she did not want to deal with. I wish something would happen. She got her wish.

"Mikoto Misaka, please report to the principal's office. Repeat, Mikoto Misaka, please report to the principal's office." Mikoto's head shot up when the announcement came through the class speaker.

"Go ahead Misaka-san," her teacher said and pointed to the door. Mikoto stood up and left. She was a little nervous, and had no idea why the principal wanted to see her. She had already been lectured about skipping class again. Mikoto reached the principal's office and knocked lightly on the door.

"Come in." Mikoto opened the door and stepped into the office. The principal was an elderly woman with grey hair tied up into a bun and wore glasses. She was known to be a kind individual who cared deeply about the students. She was rarely strict and only when needed. "You don't have to look so worried Misaka-san," she said kindly and smiled. "You are not in trouble. I only want to ask you a few questions. Please, have a seat."

"Yes ma'am," Mikoto answered respectfully and sat down.

"Misaka-san," the principal said and then paused. "You know if something is bothering you, you can tell me, right?"

"Huh?" Mikoto was now incredibly confused.

"I know you tend to skip class," the principal continued. "I try to look the other way because you keep your grades up and have performed exceptionally well in practical lessons. The thing is, I'm worried about people who might try to take advantage of you sneaking out."

"I can take care of myself," Mikoto replied quickly. I should have known. They are going to tell me sneaking out into the woods by myself is dangerous. The only group around here is some thugs who call themselves Team… I forgot what. They don't cause any serious problems.

"I know," the principal replied and nodded. "But I need to ask, is someone trying to take advantage of you?"

"EH!" Mikoto did not expect this. "W-what d-do y-you m-mean t-take a-advantage!" Her face flushed.

"Try to see it from our point of view," she explained. "You did not attend class and no one knew where you went. When you came back, you suddenly put forth an application for the mentorship program, something you told me you were not interested in."

"That's because-…," Mikoto tried to explain, but she stopped and her face continued to burn. Calm down and take a deep breath. Explain it rationally to her.

"Then," the principal continued. "I received a form showing you signed up for the tag team tournament coming up." She paused. "I was pleased you were taking the initiative to learn and grow, so I took a look at the person you want to mentor with." She frowned. "I actually know the school he attends, a friend of mine works there, and it's pretty ordinary. It's not something a student from Tokiwadai would be used to, but that's not why I'm worried. I know you would be fine. You have the ability to get along with anyone. What I am worried about is this boy's grades." She pulled out a folder and took a look. "He is barely passing and has missed a lot of classes. From this report, I would almost think he's a delinquent."

"He's not!" Mikoto protested a little too quickly. Her outburst caused the principal to raise an eyebrow.

"How about you tell me then why you decided he should be your mentor?"

How should I explain this? Mikoto thought. If I explain how we first met, she probably won't sign off on the mentorship form. Mikoto sighed and decided on the truth, part of it at least. "I did meet him two days ago by accident. We talked a bit and he seemed kind of," she paused for the right word. "Unusual. He was definitely nice and his Pokémon were really interesting. He even had a Riolu."

"Oh? That is a rare Pokémon."

"I know," Mikoto agreed. "But he never bragged about it. He watched me catch a wild Pokémon and then we parted ways. We met again by chance that afternoon and I challenge him to a Pokémon battle." She sighed and hung her head. "He defeated me so easily." That was difficult to admit. "His Pokémon are really strong and still he never rubbed it in my face. He's the kind of trainer I want to be and I heard he needed a partner for the tournament from his classmate. I then took the opportunity to apply for the mentorship."

"I see." The principal looked at Mikoto for a second and then smiled. "You seem sincere, so I have no problems with your application." She pulled out a pen and signed it.

"Really?!" Mikoto asked excitedly.

"I trust you know what this program entails, right?" Mikoto nodded. "Excellent, then we can skip the introduction. You know, I had already planned to accept your application. I knew how serious you are about becoming a trainer and you wouldn't choose anyone without good reason. I only wanted to make sure there was nothing shady happening to you."

"Thank you," Mikoto told her sincerely. Everything is working out really well. Maybe if I show how strong I am at the tournament, they will let me leave the city for a while to go on an adventure. "It means a lot that you trust me like this."

"Since today is Friday," her principal said and smiled. "And I talked with your teachers already to make sure they could provide the homework for you. The plan was to release you from classes early and meet this Kamijou-san at his school for an hour or two."

"Huh?" Mikoto asked. Things were happening to fast for her. She still didn't know how much Touma knew about this. "Already? Isn't it kind of soon?"

"I thought you were the type who liked to move quickly?" Mikoto looked away in embarrassment. "His teacher, and friend of mine, has already agreed and will be there to meet you. His class spends most of Friday afternoons to work on applying their lessons to actual battles, so I think it will be a good opportunity for you to meet everyone and maybe even practice against some older students."

"Wow!" Mikoto gasped. "This is better than I expected."

"I'm glad you are pleased," her principal continued. "I'll finish the arrangements then. I know you will make our school proud." She glanced down at a paper on her desk. "Oh there is one other thing. You are not the only one who requested a mentorship this week. Someone else did too and, unusually, they also requested this young man."

"Who?" Mikoto asked, but she felt a sinking sensation in her gut. She didn't know anyone from her school who knew Touma directly except Kuroko. She wouldn't…

"Your classmate, Misaki Shokuhou."


"I can't believe you did this," Mikoto mumbled to Misaki. "How do you even know him?"

Both of them sat in the back of a taxi and had almost reached Touma' school. It was an understatement to say Mikoto had been shocked at learning Misaki had been planning to have Touma as a mentor. Misaki tended to get on her nerves, but she was somewhat grateful they only had to drive there together and most of the school day went by normally. Neither of them talked to each other, except a brief acknowledgement, but Mikoto could not contain herself forever from asking the question. It had been gnawing at her all day and, if she didn't ask, it would eventually cause her to explode.

"Whatever do you mean?" Misaki asked innocently and leaned over until she was uncomfortably close to Mikoto's face. "Are you referring to the fact I had put forth my mentorship application several days before you did?"

"Yes," Mikoto muttered. "Now answer the question."

"I don't want to," Misaki replied and smiled. Mikoto sighed and pushed her away. "But I'll let you in on a secret. He and I go way back and I'm sure he will be happy to see me. You are bound to find out the details when he recognizes me." She leaned back in her seat and smiled at Mikoto. Her voice grew softer as she continued. "I will make something clear for you. Regardless of what happened between you two, I'm not going to lose. As his childhood friend, I'm way ahead of you."

"EH!" Mikoto exclaimed. "What nonsense are you talking about? We are only friends and I see him as a rival!" Is she trying to imply we are in 'that' kind of relationship? There's no way that's true. I admire him, but only as role model and a rival to train against. There's no way I would like him like 'that' after just meeting him. Even if he saved me and encouraged me to continue down the route I desire and not what other people say, it's not possible to just fall for someone like that. Shokuhou-san is only trying to antagonize me. Her face felt hot and turned slightly pink.

"You are so easy to read," Misaki pointed out with a superior gleam in her eye. "It's what makes you so much fun to tease."

"Leave me alone," Mikoto snapped and turned to look out the window. "I don't see why you can't be nice to me instead of pretending."

"Who said I was pretending?" Misaki asked and Mikoto glanced at her out of the corner of her eye. Misaki was pouting and Mikoto rolled her eyes.

Don't rise to her taunts, Mikoto had to keep repeating to herself. They talked a little more, but Mikoto refused to give Misaki the satisfaction of reacting to her teasing, so the ride the rest of the way was pretty quiet. The car eventually stopped and Mikoto received a good look at the high school. Compared to Tokiwadai, it was not nearly as extravagant and it even looked slightly run down, like the walls could use a bit of maintenance. Mikoto was a little more open minded, but she knew a lot of girls in Tokiwadai came from high class families and would be appalled to go here. I bet Shokuhou feels the same way. She only wears name brand clothes and buys top of the line beauty products. To her surprise, when Mikoto looked over at Misaki, she was staring out the window with a cheerful expression.

"We have arrived already?" Misaki exclaimed and clapped her hands together. "My, that didn't take long at all. Let's go Misaka-san." Misaki reached over and grabbed Mikoto's wrist. Mikoto was pulled out of the taxi after Misaki and they walked up to the front gate.

"You don't have to be so pushy," Mikoto told her. "We don't need to rush." Misaki just ignored her. Mikoto had a feeling Misaki really wanted to see Touma and this puzzled her. I really want to know how she knows him, but she's not planning to tell me. I'm going to have to get the answers from him. She felt an unpleasant sensation in her gut at the thought of him and Misaki, but she passed it off as lunch not completely agreeing with her. They arrived at the front gate and a teacher met them.

"Are you Mikoto Misaka and Misaki Shokuhou?" he asked. They nodded and he opened the gate. "If you would follow me, please." He led them into a meeting room and motioned them to have a seat. "Your mentor and his teacher will be here shortly." He left and shut the door behind him.

"I bet you're excited Misaka-san," Misaki told her. "We are the first ones in our class to actually have a mentor."

"Yeah," Mikoto agreed. "Let alone a boy. Our school had been pressuring me to find someone from Tokiwadai High School for a while."

"You should have," Misaki told her earnestly. "They would suit you much better than here."

"You just don't want me to be mentored by him," Mikoto replied. Misaki pretended to look innocent, but Mikoto could tell that was true. "Why don't you just tell me how you know him in the first place?"

"I don't want to," Misaki answered again. "A girl has to keep some secrets." She made a cute pose and used her hand to make a V shape over her eye.

"You are so frustrating," Mikoto sighed and slammed her head on the table.

"And you are rather uncivilized," Misaki responded evenly. They both glared at each other for a moment and then sat in silence. The minutes passed and then they heard two voices outside the door.

"I still think this is a mistake," said the familiar voice of Touma Kamijou. "I don't think anyone would want to be mentored by me. I don't even know how to be a mentor."

"I'm sure you will do fine," a very young girl's voice told him. "You were requested personally and you need the extra credit, so you won't have to repeat a year. This is the perfect opportunity."

"I guess I really don't have a choice," Touma sighed. "I'll do it."

"If you need any help, I'll be happy to give you some advice. Now, let's go meet your pupils." The door creaked open and a little girl with bright pink hair walked in, follow by Touma. "Hello," the girl greeted them and then turned to Touma. "This is Mikoto Misaka and Misaki Shokuhou. They will be in your care during the mentorship program." Mikoto was momentarily stunned the girl was talking like a teacher, when she only looked roughly ten years old.

"Misaka?!" Touma exclaimed in shock. Mikoto couldn't really say anything, but gave him a wave and slightly embarrassed smile. Touma blinked and then turned to Misaki. There was an odd look on his face, like he was trying to remember something. Misaki was grinning, but didn't say anything. The girl was about to say something else, when another teacher stuck her head into the room.

"Komoe-sensei," she said. "We have a problem and need your help for a minute."

"Okay," Komoe said. "You three take a chance to get to know each other and I'll be back momentarily." She left the room and shut the door behind them.

"So," Touma said and turned to Mikoto, while he scratched his head. "I'm not sure what to say here. I knew we agreed to take part in the tournament coming up, but why, or even how, did you request me for a mentor?"

"Your friend helped me out," Mikoto explained.

"Tsuchimikado," Touma mumbled. "I should have known."

"Besides," Mikoto continued. "After our battle, I knew you would be the perfect choice. My school has been telling me I should participate in the program, but I didn't like any of the mentors they recommended. I wanted something who could understand that I'm different and have my own goals. Plus, they need to be strong so I can get stronger too."

"I'm not really that strong though," Touma muttered and then grew silent under the glare Mikoto gave him. He avoided her eyes and moved onto Misaki. "Err, I have a feeling we met before. You look kind of familiar." Mikoto's mood instantly worsened when she heard that. Part of her had wanted to believe Misaki had been lying to antagonize her.

"You haven't changed at all," Misaki giggled. "It has been awhile since we first met and raised an Eevee together." She smiled and made the cute pose again.

"An Eevee and that pose," Touma muttered and then his mouth fell open. "Mi-chan?!"

"Bingo!" Misaki laughed.

"But…how?!" Touma gasped. "Weren't you overseas on some kind of exchange program?" He paused for a second. "You changed so much."

His gaze lowered thirty degrees, Mikoto fumed. I know I saw that. All boys are the same!

"I returned not even a week ago," Misaki told him and then grinned. "What about me has changed?" She walked over and nudged him in the side with her elbow.

"Umm," Touma stuttered and his ears were burning. "You, err, hold yourself differently and seem to be more confident?"

"Smooth."

"Okay." Mikoto finally couldn't keep quiet any longer and slammed a hand on the table. "This has been bothering me long enough. How do you two know each other?"

"It's kind of a weird story," Touma admitted.

"Do you want to tell her or should I?" Misaki asked.

"I guess I can," Touma said with a shrug. "It's not like it's a secret." A vein throbbed in Mikoto's head when her eyes locked with Misaki. "I was heading back to my dorm, when a really bad thunderstorm forced me to find shelter. I found an overhang outside a building and was planning to wait there until the storm passed. That's when I met Mi-chan. She was crouched next to a box. When I approached she turned to me and was crying. In the box was an Eevee that must have been abandoned."

"I wasn't crying," Misaki protested. "I was just upset someone would treat a Pokémon like that."

"That's horrible," Mikoto whispered.

"At the time," Touma continued. "Mi-chan was scared to touch a wild Pokémon, so I picked it up. We tried to take it to the Pokémon Center, but it was closed for some reason. We couldn't take it back to her dorm, so we took it back to mine. Charmander used the flame on its tail to help warm it up and Mi-chan managed to feed it. The next morning, we took it the center and it made a full recovery. I already had a Pokémon and the Eevee seemed to be more attached her, so we decided she should keep it."

"That's how you got your Eevee," Mikoto said and turned to Misaki.

"Yep," Misaki answered and grinned. "First one in our class to get a Pokémon." Mikoto scowled.

"We saw each other occasionally and then she went on an overseas exchange program." Touma shrugged. "We lost contact after that." He turned to Misaki. "How is Eevee doing?"

"Why don't you see for yourself?" Misaki suggested and grabbed the Pokeball on her hip. "Come on out!" In a flash of red light, Sylveon appeared on the table.

"Sylveon!" Sylveon glanced around the room and her eyes widened when she saw Touma. She bounded over and started cuddling against his arm, its ribbons wrapping around his arms.

"Your Eevee evolved?!" Touma asked and scratched Sylveon's back for a moment.

"She missed you," Misaki laughed. "I bet she would like to see your Charmander too."

"Good idea," Touma agreed and grabbed his own Pokeball. "I have a surprise for you too." He tossed his Pokeball out and Charmeleon appeared.

"Char," Charmeleon yawned. It didn't even get a chance to look around before Sylveon jumped on it.

"Sylveon! Syl syl Sylveon!"

"Charmeleon char?" Charmeleon's eyes widened. "Meleon."

"Veon," Sylveon replied and cuddled up close to Charmeleon. The ribbons were wrapped tightly around them.

"Your Charmander evolved too," Misaki said and clapped her hands together. "Congratulations." She glanced at their Pokémon. "Sylveon really wanted to meet you both again, but I think she had her eyes on Charmeleon." She held a hand up to her mouth and giggled.

"Looks that way," Touma agreed, but diverted his eyes. He noticed Charmeleon was embarrassed at the attention, but wasn't actively trying to escape.

I can't believe those two have that kind of history, Mikoto fumed silently. No wonder she wasn't nervous about coming here. Mikoto hid a fist under the table. No way am I letting you win. If you monopolize his time, then I won't improve. Other thoughts flashed through her mind, but she ignored them. He's going to have to spend time with me when we train. There was one thing Mikoto wanted to ask while the three of them were alone there. "That girl," Mikoto said and Misaki and Touma turned toward her. "The other teacher called her Komoe-sensei. She's not really a teacher, right?"

"I was wondering that too," Misaki added. "She looks like an elementary school student."

"She's actually an adult," Touma said and both of the girls gave him a skeptical look. "No, I'm being serious. For some reason she never aged. All the other staff knows her and she's a really good teacher."

"Then why are you on the verge of failing?" Mikoto asked and smirked.

"Please don't remind me," Touma answered depressed and tears started to flow out of his eyes. Before anyone could say anything else, Komoe walked back in.

"Sorry for that," she said. "Did you three get a chance to introduce yourselves?" They nodded. "Great!" She clapped her hands together. "I was so pleased to hear Kamijou-chan," the girls had to suppress a snicker at the 'chan' honorific, "had made an impression on students outside of the school. If you would all follow me please," she turned around and led them out the door. "We are going to meet the rest of my class. They are outside because we are in the middle of a practical lesson." She continued to talk and Mikoto hung on to every word.

Once you get past her appearance, Mikoto thought. She does sound like a teacher. The world is a weird place and yet I'm stuck in this city. Mikoto looked around the school while listening to Komoe explain, mainly to Touma, what the mentorship program entailed. Mikoto already knew they would have certain classes together during the week and some training exercises. They were also expected to spend time outside of school for the younger students to learn about real world situations. Mikoto was actually looking forward to this the most, because she wanted to see what Touma went through to become so strong. She felt several eyes on her as she passed and she felt a little nervous. Misaki's and her Tokiwadai uniforms stood out in a normal high school, so they were bound to attract attention. They left out the back entrance to the school and Mikoto's eyes widened in shock.

They had entered a warzone.

Boys and girls were shouting in every direction while their Pokémon were running all over the place. It was pure chaos. Based on the arenas, the class had started to do actual battles, but for some reason it turned into a free-for-all. There were explosions, shouting, and blasts of every element going off in every direction. Those not participating were standing on the side lines and cheering or egging people on. The center area had about ten people causing most of the damage and the shouting was only causing them to work even harder. There were no other teachers around and Mikoto assumed when Komoe left, the class descended into chaos. This was completely unknown to Mikoto, because the girls at Tokiwadai would never do something like this.

"Seems like everyone is having fun," Komoe commented cheerfully.

"Fun?" Misaki asked confused.

"This is complete chaos!" Mikoto exclaimed. She looked at Touma. "Why don't you look surprised?!"

"This is really normal for my class," Touma admitted and Mikoto's eyes widened in shock.

"I encourage my students to have fun," Komoe said, as she stepped forward. "But at this rate, they are going to bother the other classes." She pulled out a pokeball. "Tufftuff, it's time to calm everyone down." A Pokémon appeared that resembled a pink blob with stubby arms and legs. It had a fluffy, curled tuft of fur on its head, long, rabbit-like ears and large, blue eyes. It was covered in pink fur with a white underbelly and ear tips. Mikoto pulled out her Pokedex at the sight of it.

"Wigglytuff, the Balloon Pokémon. Its body is soft and rubbery. When angered, it will suck in air and inflate itself to an enormous size."

"Oh no!" Touma gasped and turned toward Mikoto and Misaki. "Quick, cover your ears!"

"Why?" Mikoto asked, but she instinctively covered her ears with her hands. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Misaki do it without protest.

"Tufftuff," Komoe said loudly. "Let's quiet everyone down. Use Sing!"

"Wigglytuff!" Wigglytuff jumped forward and started signing. Its song, calm and relaxing, was carried out across the field. Several of the students noticed the song and turned. They managed an expression of shock and horror, before their eyes began to droop. One by one, every trainer and their Pokémon fell to the ground, fast asleep.

"There we go," Komoe said cheerfully and then turned to Mikoto, Misaki, and Touma. "Help me wake everyone up please."

Mikoto could only stare at her.


High up in the air, a plane was approaching Academy City. This was a privately owned aircraft and there were very few people on board. One of them was a very famous trainer. In fact, he was the champion of the last Pokémon World Tournament. Each region may have had their own champion, but he managed to defeat them all. This individual wasn't even an adult. He was only a high school boy, though he had an unusual appearance. His hair was snow white and his eyes had a reddish gleam. He was also skinny with very pale skin. He was currently sitting in a very lush chair while listening to music from his headphones. He opened his eyes when a woman approached him.

"We will be arriving at Academy City in thirty minutes," the woman told him. She was in her mid-twenties and sported black hair tied up in a bun with glasses. She was the boy's manager and was in charge of making sure he kept his scheduled appearances.

"Whatever," the boy sighed. He reached over and grabbed his coffee. "This new area better have some strong trainers, or at least Pokémon. I'm getting sick of the others."

"The region has not been fully explored," the woman noted and glanced down at her tablet. "But it is home to one of the largest educational cities in the world, so it would not be unusual for them to have information on any legendary Pokémon in the area. As for trainers," she touched her tablet a few times, "Since they come from all over the world, you might find some skilled ones that haven't participated in tournaments."

"That's grasping at straws," Accelerator yawned. "The strong always want to show off their strength. It's part of life. They can't remain anonymous. Keep me updated if you find out anything interesting."

"I believe the city is also requesting you be a guest speaker to a couple of the more prestigious schools."

"Damn it," the boy spat out. "They always want something. Tell them I might if I have time." He waved his hand dismissively. The woman nodded and left him alone. He sighed and looked up at the ceiling. It's boring at the top. Where is someone who can challenge me, someone who defies common sense? Shoot, I might as will be looking for Arceus to battle. The god of Pokémon would be the only true challenge. He looked over to his right. All six of his pokeballs were sitting on an elaborate red cushion. Five of the six pokeballs look normal, but the six one stood out. It held the boy's most powerful Pokémon and the one that made him famous.

A normal pokeball had a red top and a white bottom with a black stripe in the middle.

The unique pokeball had a purple top, with two pink circles, and a large white letter M.


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It's time to play: WHO'S THAT POKEMON?!

It's a very simple game, but with added difficulty because there are no pictures. To make it more family friendly, you can earn partial points. The rules are as followed. I will ask a question about what Pokémon someone has, and you have the opportunity to give two answers. The first is trying to name which specific Pokémon it is. You get five points if you get the name right. If you get the name wrong, you still have a chance for some points! Your second guess is the type of the trainer's Pokémon. If you get this right, you get one point. (With a lot of duel types, you have a good chance to get at least one point.)

So, remember, the name of the Pokémon, and then your back up of the specific type.

This week's question:

Who is the new boy's Pokémon?