Hello Readers! I've been thinking of some other story ideas that I think could work. I don't completely understand how this site really works, but I know there are like beta readers and stuff. If any of you want to be Beta Readers, please comment or dm me, I don't want to avoid creating a flop of a story.

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Ren hatori: These are all really good ideas for Pokèmon, however, I don't think Froakie, or more specifically Battle Bond Greninja, would work. This story will eventually enter the X and Y Anime, and ya know, Battle Bond Greninja is kind of Ash and Greninja's thing.

However, Gardevoir and Lucario are really good ideas! I didn't really think about just the AMOUNT of moves I could use for those moves as well! And I have a Mega in mind for Naruto, though you all will probably not like the idea as much as me.

Anyways, I will be taking that Move combo, though I will try to put my own spin on it as well!

Okay, before we start the chapter, this chapter is mostly information based. We won't see too much of Professor Sycamore nor Naruto, but of the world around them. This is to hopefully draw you in and make you theorize about what the information means, because just about every part of this chapter means something!

Now, without further ado, please enjoy Whirlpool Trainer - White Room!

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The Elemental Nations had been an unknown to the rest of the world for years. An expansive blank spot upon the map, separating Unova, Kalos, Alola, Galar, and Paldea from Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, and Sinnoh. Many scientists and world leaders alike had tried exploring this vast terrain, only to disappear.

There was no hide nor hair of them, and so the world abandoned exploring this clearly lethal land.

Hiruzen sighed at the thought. He had questioned the appearance of Sakumo Hatake and Minato Namikaze, as they were both originally from outside the village. However, two exploration team disappearances lined up perfectly with their own appearance.

He had learned far more than he had hoped. The Nations outside of these cursed lands were far greater than he could've hoped! An abundance of food, water, and shelter! The lack of war! There were no standing armies within the various Nations, but who cared! Hiruzen himself sure as hell didn't!

'That is the peace I want to have,' Hiruzen thought in bliss. Yet, his mood soured as the coachman he sat in jostled. 'But I have Sensei's village to lead…'

Oh, where had the village gone so wrong? Was it his Shinobi? Was it the leader or another power? Or was it the people? He had hoped it was none, and it was just the people influenced by the Storm's chosen.

However, information has proven Hiruzen incorrect.

Hiruzen pinched his nose, feeling older than ever. He had to punish Danzo as soon as he walked into the village. An ordered massacre on such a large scale was the least of his sins, in Hiruzen's opinion. To disgrace the dead by bodily mutilation, and to think himself the temporary Hokage was treason to the highest degree.

Hiruzen looked down at his refurbished Pokèball for his partner. Yet, what could he do? He had no power in the village. He damn well knew that, and while he himself had not lost his edge, he couldn't start a civil war.

"Hokage-sama," a Dog masked man said, appearing before the Hokage. "We will be leaving the Iwagakure border within the hour. However, we have learned some troubling news."

"What could be so troubling?" Hiruzen sighed out. Must there always be more for him to do? Just once, let an issue resolve itself!

"Well, there has been talk of the other hidden villages receiving trade from one of the outer nations."

"Let me guess, we are not receiving these trades."

"Hai, Hokage-sama."

Dammit all! Always a problem, why didn't just trust his gut and stay with Naruto? Oh, right, cause he made a promise to Sensei, which he SEVERELY regretted right now! "And what, pray tell, does an outer nation go through all that trouble for?"

~ New Scene, Play Mais Que Nada by Sergio Mendes & Brazil '66 ~

Hands flicked away at the stack of money in front of them, counting down the total amount of green they made. A sigh escaped the counting man, grabbing and tapping the cigar in his mouth on a nearby ashtray.

"Come on, Boss, just a small celebration!" A new voice tried to interrupt the counting man, yet he stayed focused.

"We can celebrate once we're out of Shinobi territory, but until then, it's out of the question."

"Shinobi would be hard pressed to try and threaten us! We haven't been supplying them with technology for nothing!"

"Yeah, though I do question your decision to exclude the Land of Fire's village," a female voice questioned. "Wouldn't that just be more mone-"

"Shut up, it's a personal matter, and I will tell you this again, "The counting man growled out, finally putting down the money to look at the girl with his coal black eyes. "Do not approach Konohagakure under any circumstances, got it?"

"Okay, I got it jeez…"

The man closed his eyes and sighed. "You know what? Have that party you keep pestering me about. I don't see a reason as to why, but…" He sighed once more. "Just get it over with."

"You got it, boss!" The male answered with giddy. "Ooh, everyone's going to be so excited!"

As the male and female ran out, the man tossed a Pokèball, saying, "Excadrill, keep them out of trouble. Use… that if need be."

"Drill," the Pokèmon responded with a nod and rushed off to follow the two Grunts.

"Why do I always give in to these stupid, pestering Grunts?" The man muttered out. "Well, they have been doing well over the last year… maybe this will be good for morale, though it isn't really low at the moment."

~ Stop Music ~

He ran a hand over his short, black hair. "Just a couple of months, then we move back to Kanto. Get some extra money, expose the villages to the outer nations, hopefully give them the resources to take down Konoha."

That was a more personal goal, but it wasn't an issue. He looked at an old photo on his desk of a pregnant redhead and the man himself, the woman with a huge smile, his own smile tiny in comparison.

"Why did they have to take you from me?" He questioned aloud. "Not only you, but our son and our daughter too! Why, why?!"

When he heard no response, he only sighed. "To lord Arceus above," the man murmured, praying to the best of his ability. "I know I haven't been a good man, I know that only the Distortion will be my true resting place, but please, a sign, anything, anything at all to tell me my children are alive."

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"Champion Cynthia, is it true that you had a brother!"

"Champion Cynthia, I state here that your brother went missing into the unknown nation, why was such a young boy on that mission?"

"Champion Cynthia, what is your opinion on the unknown nation?"

"That's enough questions for the Champion at the moment."

"No wait, there's still more to ask! What is your brother's name?"

Oh lord, Press conferences are the worst. Always being pestered over every single thing about the subject at hand that you yourself don't even know that well! He'll, you just learned of it like a day ago!

"Are you feeling alright, Champion Cynthia?" Betha, a member of the Elite Four Cynthis just beat the crap out of.

"Yeah, just… well, you saw what happened," Cynthia said awkwardly.

"Remind me why you wanted to go out there by yourself?" Flint, another Elite Four member, yawned out. "I know you said it was because you wanted to show a strong front or something, but… you kinda answered, like, no questions. Nada. Zero."

"Give her a break, Flint, she's 14," Bertha reprimanded. "Anyone that age would stress over a press conference."

"Plus, I don't really think Cynthia knows who her brother is," a green haired boy, Aaron if she remembered, said aloud, making a thinking face. "I mean, she looked just as surprised as us when her grandmother told her."

"I was looking back at the exploration teams, and it appears that your brother is not listed once," Lucian jumped in.

"Of course he wouldn't be," Cynthia growled out. "Grandmother said he snuck onto one of the missions anyways, weren't you paying attention to her?"

"Champion Cynthia, it never hurts to check everything. Even trustworthy sources can be incorrect," Lucian advised wisely. "Or, in some cases, become incorrect. Champion Cynthia, please look at this."

"What? That just looks like a baby picture of me- How did you g-get this photo?!"

"Frankly, I find it impossible that this is a photo of you."

"Oh yeah, and what makes you say that, huh?"

"Champion Cynthia, this photo was taken at least 12 years before you were born."

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"That's another one dead," a Nurse Joy, dressed for cold weather, said sadly. "Same wounds as well. Impalation through the front, shattering every bone in its way. Internal frostbite as well, but far after their expiration."

"Nurse Joy, do you have an idea of what is causing the deaths?"

"I… haven't a clue what could cause this," Nurse Joy answered with sorrow. "However, I think we should have a village curfew, just to keep everyone safe."

"That's a good idea. I'll tell father about it."

Nurse Joy sighed, saying, "The Nurse Joy before me had told me of a situation of a similar nature. Many years ago, many dead were found just like this, impaled through the chest. In the following weeks, an uncountable number of people were presumably dead, the many bodies filling the roads proving this inference as correct. Yet, just as it started, the deaths simply stopped. She never found out what was causing the deaths, and to her honest nature, she never wanted to find out what it was."

"I see- wait, h-hold on," the girl with Nurse Joy whispered. "Nurse Joy, if you can, can you flip the body over please?"

With a sigh, Nurse Joy turned the body face down with an uncomfortable look on her face until she saw the symbol on the back of the body's jacket.

"... Nurse Joy, did we lose any Elite Four members during the time period you gave us?"

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The Professor status was made famous due to a single man, that being one Professor Oak. A man who single-handedly redesigned the Pokèdex. A man whom has studied Pokèmon of Legendary status and beyond!

Yet… the famed Professor wanted to be anything but famous right now.

"Remind me why we didn't take a private jet?" Professor Oak murmured to his cousin, Samson Oak.

"Cause Wynaut! Bahaha!" Samson Oak answered with great humor, though the Professor didn't appreciate it at the moment.

"Samson, this is serious! We can't be late to this council, it's very disrespectful to Professor Sycamore, we don't want to put a fellow Professor on the backfoot?"

"Don't Wormadam yourself, cuz, we have plenty of time."

"That one doesn't even make sense."

"Whatever. Anyways, I believe my assistant has the Pokèmon Professor Sycamore requested for his kid."

"Ooh, I wonder how the kid will react?"

"It sounded like the boy already had a Pokèmon. The Professor's really lucky I had a spare, though she may be a problem."

"Is it really a good idea to give a problem Pokèmon to a new trainer?"

"Eh, a Pidgey won't learn to fly unless it's pushed out of its nest. Sure, others can help, but it's up to the boy to flap his wings and be free."

"That being said… where is your assistant?"

Both cousins looked over to the seat that was once occupied by the Professor's assistant, but it was empty.

"Uh… I'm not sure."

Professor Oak pressed a hand to his forehead. This was going to be a long trip, he could feel it.

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Woo! Hopefully this is an interesting chapter to y'all, I had a lot of fun writing it! I'll do one of these chapters after the arc is over. This one was just more or an example to see if I can write this well enough.

Unfortunately, I didn't reveal as much as I wanted to, either because it feels dumb to say or they just felt too early to reveal. Do note that, for the most part, each character from Naruto and the Pokèmon anime is likely to play a small or big part in the story.

Okay, to be completely honest, I just felt like the original chapter I was writing was complete garbage as what it established was, in fact, nothing! The Professor studied and Naruto got into trouble! Just some filler that I don't want to waste your time by reading.

Anyways, thank you for reading, and until next time!