AN: School stuff can be distracting you know. With all the homework, performance tasks, and upcomming summative tests, they pretty much slow me by a lot and stretch my already beyond-stretched shitty schedule but hey. Heres my discord!

Link: https/discord.gg/vgfADSacam (It's my old dead server, and maybe rebrand it in the future but at least I will announce updates for the story and future stories.)

"Speech/Talk"

"Telepathy"

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokèmon!

Journal Entry #5

Finally got enough willpower to write an entry because I got lazy and focused on some things so, imma start.

I continued studying hard for the coming sponsorship test and prepared for the possibility of a trial to get a sponsorship, from what I know, the sponsored trainers are not allowed to tell others about the "test" so I have been preparing for the test which starts tomorrow and you have to be in Professor Oak's lab.

I did give myself breaks and have some touch of life, take care of myself as my friend told me, and try my best to be positive after losing Mom and Dad. And I think I'm doing good and decent.

The Pidgeys, the epic one included, left to migrate somewhere, and I don't know where they'll be going. I think it was 2 days ago when they left. Damn it, I forgot again.

I feel sad thinking about it so moving on. Today was kinda a wild ride, like a crazy series of shit that had happened, getting lost in a forest with Ash and saving a Cyndaquil, yeah, one of the three main Johto starters. No idea how this lil guy ended up here in Kanto, most likely abandoned by a trainer or maybe a slight chance of Team Rocket smuggling.

Thankfully, we brought him to Professor Oak's lab to provide medical assistance and heal the clearly abused pokèmon. Wherever and whoever the abuser is will get a piece of my mind, and I would not care if I get in trouble for ruining his or her face, well whoever or whatever did this.

The professor did give me nice information afterward about health status, gender, etc. Moreover, his situation has stabilized and I think he'll contact Professor Elm about this, and maybe send back the Johtoan pokèmon.

The little fiery pokèmon is resting in Professor Oak's lab, we did explain to him what happened and got ourselves scolded, yeah... I admit, that was a mistake on my part. But hey, at least we saved a pokèmon so that will make up for my mistake.

With him in the incubation tube serving as a safe healing environment for him, he should be all good. From the sensors, he is mostly fine now, all vitals are good though... There are visible signs of abuse, which makes my blood boil every time it's mentioned.

I guess I should mention that my home is now police property for the time being I think, they're still investigating and looking for what my parents hid away and why Team Rocket is after it.

And now I live with Mrs. Gardner now, well maybe for now, who knows. I'm completely grateful to everyone, especially Mrs. Gardner who offered me to live in her residence. Everyone was there at my lowest so maybe one day, I will pay them back in some way.

I managed to pile up and calculate how many pokèdollars I had acquired from the generous gifts.

7,432 pokèdollars. Yeah, the moment I found the exact count it made me lose my mind, it may not be much for others but for beginning or soon-to-be trainers. This is big. Really—Really big.

For the random items and things, no idea what to use them for, maybe sell them to people who know what they are and how to use them, but jeez everyone here is so kind.

Maybe the fact there are literal beings that can wipe you off the face of the earth in just seconds made humans do "Let's not screw off with them and let's just be chill" kind of thinking.

Last of all, theres like a week left till the League Season begins in Kanto.

There are no more classes but we are in a studying phase, or whatever it is called, it is pretty much required for those who want to be trainers. The sponsorship. That's something I really want to get so I can have an easier time being a trainer, higher chance of success, and maybe find what I really want to be.

Sitting below a tree with Ash, the wind and the morning rays of the sun gave us sense of peace. But we were currently suffering from the case of "nothing is happening"

Ash groaned. "Ugh, it's so boring here."

I stood up and nooded in agreement. There's nothing else to do in the outskirts of Pallet other than look for Pokémon in huge patches of grassland. So far, we've seen none—not even a Metapod or a random first bug-line evolution, well except for the birds in the sky, we can't really interact with them.

"Yeah, you're right, Ash. I guess we'll call it a day then?" I said. There is literally nothing here. Maybe we'll head to Ash's home and talk about Pokémon instead.

Ash hummed for a moment. "Nah, how about we go to that forest over there?" he suggested.

I followed where he was pointing—toward a forest.

I gulped. "I don't think it's a good idea, Ash. You do know there are two policemen following me," I reminded him.

Ash looked at me in confusion. "Huh? I don't see any. You sure, Genera?"

I looked around. "I could have sworn I saw them following me. They're just here to keep me safe." My face showed visible signs of confusion and unease, which Ash definitely noticed.

"Maybe you just are imagining things. Anyway, let's go to the forest!"

Fuck it, I'm with the protagonist. I'm sure I'll be kept safe with his insane plot armor, 'hopefully'. But I still feel some uneasiness here. Time for a leap of faith.

"Yeah, sure, I guess…" I hesitantly agreed.

"Great, now let's go!" Ash's cheery attitude somehow calmed and eased me, as if things would go well. Maybe nothing bad will happen, so I guess I'll hop on the train.

Ash immediately sprinted so fast that it boggled my mind. He is a literal human Rapidash. Is this how Ash's companions felt when they saw Ash sprinting toward gyms as if there was no tomorrow?

As I jogged to catch up with him, I couldn't, I failed to catch up, his enthusiasm was too great, like his just as energized as a damn Pichu. The grassland stretched out before us, tall blades swaying gently in the breeze. The sun was high, casting long shadows and making the day feel endless. Despite the monotony of our surroundings, Ash's enthusiasm was infectious.

"Slow down, Ash!" I called out, panting slightly. "We don't want to get too far ahead of ourselves."

Ash laughed, turning to jog backward so he could face me. "Come on, Genera! Where's your sense of adventure?"

I shook my head with a smile. "Just trying to keep up with you is an adventure in itself."

We continued our trek through the grassland, stepping over small rocks and avoiding patches of particularly thick grass. Occasionally, we would hear the rustle of a Pokémon darting away, but none showed themselves. The absence of Pokémon made the landscape feel eerily empty, a stark contrast to the bustling routes we were used to.

"I wonder why there aren't any Pokémon around here," Ash mused aloud.

"Maybe they're all hiding from the heat," I suggested, wiping sweat from my forehead. "Or maybe they've migrated to cooler areas for the season."

Ash shrugged. "Could be. Still, it's weird not seeing anything at all. Even a Rattata would be a welcome sight right now."

As we neared the edge of the forest, the air seemed to grow cooler. The shade offered a respite from the sun, and I felt a little better about Ash's suggestion. The trees loomed tall and dense, their leaves whispering secrets to each other in the breeze.

Ash stopped at the forest's edge, waiting for me to catch up. "Ready to explore?"

I nodded, still feeling a twinge of unease but more reassured by the cooler air and the prospect of shade. "Let's go, hopefully nothing bad will happen."

I take back what I said. It was a shit idea.

Ash got a slight bruise on his left hand because he tripped, and we got ourselves lost. How did I forget the fact that Ash tends to get lost even with a damn map. Now we are in the middle of nowhere, and I have a test tomorrow to acquire a sponsorship from Professor Oak.

"Ash, this was a horrible idea," I muttered, and Ash heard it.

"Figures..." he said.

"Okay, simple plan, be careful, find a way out of this mess, and not talk about this to your mom," I said to Ash. Hopefully, we'll get out of this mess and get as far away as possible from Ash's house because his mom will definitely notice Ash's little bruise no matter how well he hides it.

"Yeah, got it." Yeah, you better listen to me, Ash. I should not have forgotten that little fact about you.

It's still noon, so I don't think we'll be in danger of being stranded at night. Such a thought makes me shudder as I picture it in my head.

After a few minutes of silent walking, I suddenly remembered something useful from a book I once read. "Wait, Ash. I think I know how we can find our way back."

Ash looked at me with curiosity. "Really? How?"

"I read this somewhere. It's a method to find your way using the sun. It's a bit tricky, but it should work." I never joined the Boy Scouts back in my previous life, but I had read some survival techniques.

"Okay, how does it work?" Ash asked, his interest piqued.

"We need to find an open spot where we can see the sun clearly. Once we do, we can use the position of the sun to determine the cardinal directions," I explained, knowing Ash probably won't understand this.

We walked until we found a small clearing in the forest. I looked up and saw the sun was slightly to the west.

"Alright, if the sun is over there, that means it's in the west. We know Pallet Town is east of here, so we need to head in the opposite direction of the sun."

Ash nodded, impressed. "Wow, Genera, that's pretty smart."

I shrugged, feeling a bit proud. "Let's just hope it works."

We started heading east, pushing through tough bushes and separated branches. The forest was thick, and every step seemed to get harder, but I was determined to get us back home.

As we were walking, we stumbled upon something unusual. Lying unconscious on the forest floor, surrounded by burnt branches, leaves and charred ground was a skinny, frail-looking Cyndaquil.

"Who's that Pokémon?" Ash asked, his eyes wide with curiosity.

I quickly went in and knelt down beside the Cyndaquil, examining it closely. "It's a Cyndaquil, a starter Pokémon from the neighboring Johto region. How did it end up here?" I said out loud, more to myself than to Ash.

"Maybe it got lost?" Ash suggested, his tone innocent and unassuming.

I shook my head. "Impossible. Look at it, Ash. It's weak and frail. It must have been abandoned." I pointed out the Pokémon's thin, malnourished body and the slight bruises it had.

Ash's face fell, and he looked genuinely sad for the Cyndaquil. "That's awful. We need to help it."

I nodded. "I've figured out a way to get home, so let's be quick and give this little guy the help he needs."

Without hesitation, I carefully picked up the unconscious pokèmon, holding it gently and securely in my arms. It felt so light, almost like it was made of paper. The poor thing had clearly been through a lot.

I led the way as we continued our journey, making sure we were heading in the right direction. The forest seemed to stretch on forever, but we pushed through, determined to get back to safety.

"Do you think we'll make it back in time?" Ash asked, his voice tinged with concern.

"We have to," I replied, my grip on the Cyndaquil tightening slightly. "This pokèmon needs help, and we can't afford to waste any more time."

I noticed Ash was looking at my hands as we ran but I had to slide it past, I had more pressing issues. The path was rough, and we had to navigate through dense underbrush and climb over fallen logs. Each step was a struggle, but the thought of helping Cyndaquil kept me going, I almost tripped a few times.

After what felt like an hour, we finally saw the edge of the forest. I could see the familiar outskirts of Pallet Town in the distance, and relief washed over me.

"There it is, Ash! We made it!" I exclaimed, my voice filled with joy.

Ash grinned, clearly just as relieved. "Let's hurry and get this pokèmon some help."

We rushed towards Pallet Town, our pace quickening with every step. When we finally reached the town, we headed straight for Professor Oak's lab. I knew he would know what to do.

Bursting into the lab, we were greeted by Professor Oak, who looked surprised to see us. "Genera, Ash, what's going on?"

"We found this Cyndaquil in the forest. It's in bad shape," I explained quickly, holding out the frail Pokémon for the Professor to see.

Professor Oak's expression turned serious as he took Cyndaquil from my arms. "This pokémon needs immediate care. Follow me."

We followed Professor Oak to a room filled with medical supplies and equipment. He gently placed the small fiery pokèmon on a table and began to carefully examine it.

"You two did the right thing bringing Cyndaquil here. It looks like it's been through a lot, but with some care, it should recover," Professor Oak said, his voice reassuring.

I felt a wave of relief wash over me. "Thank you, Professor."

Ash nodded in agreement. "Yeah, thanks, Professor."

As Professor Oak worked on helping Cyndaquil, I couldn't help but reflect on everything that had happened. From getting lost in the forest to finding a Cyndaquil it had been a wild and unexpected adventure.

"Genera," Ash said, breaking the silence. "I'm really glad we found a pokèmon and brought it here to save it. You did great."

I smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment. "Thanks, Ash. I'm just doing the right thing."

Professor Oak finished tending to Cyndaquil and turned to us. "This poor pokèmon will need some time to recover, but it should be okay. You both did a good thing today." He compliments. "In case you don't know Ash, this pokèmon is one of the three Johto starters, mostly distributed to trainers by my fellow friend, Professor Elm." He finished.

Professor Oak finished tending to Cyndaquil's wounds and placed him in an incubation tube serving as a healing and resting environment. He suddenly gives us stern look.

"You may have to explain yourselves why you went to a forest, you know that is dangerous with no pokèmon to protect you," The question was more of a demand and my forehead tripped down a sweat drop.

Ash and I rubbed our heads in guilt and regret. We knew we had made a mistake.

"Uh, well, it was Ash's idea," I said, trying to lighten the mood with a bit of humor. "He suggested we go explore the forest."

Professor Oak sighed. "Genera, you're just as much at fault for going along with it. You should have known better and please, don't scare me like that, we don't want any criminals laying their hands on you. And Ash, you need to be more responsible. You can't just wander into dangerous areas without thinking about the consequences."

He continued. "I could tell you two went to the forest, and Ash, is that a bruise in your hand?"

"Uhh... Yes, Professor." He answered

"Don't do this next time without protection and safety"

We both nodded, feeling the weight of his words.

"Genera, remember, you have a sponsorship test tomorrow. It won't be easy like the exams you're used to back in school. You need to be prepared and focused," Professor Oak reminded me.

"Yes, Professor. I understand," I replied.

As we left the lab, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Relief that we had helped Cyndaquil, guilt for the reckless decision we made, but hey at least a life has been saved so no hard feelings.

Walking back home, Ash turned to me. "So, are you ready for the test tomorrow?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I think so. Also don't forget to wake up early Ashy boy," I teased.

"Oh, not you too Genera," Ash said in annoyance.

"Oh also, you're in trouble, Ash."

"And why is that?"

"Your little bruise in your hand..."

"Oh."

Hmm, time to memorize the questions and answer them in my head.

Okay… There should be a question on how to take care of an injured Pokémon.

Right, gently carry the Pokémon to a safer location. If moving it isn't possible, apply Potions and spray them properly, making sure to avoid any open wounds. Always keep the Pokémon calm—use a soothing voice and gentle touches to reassure it. If you have a first aid kit, use bandages to stop any bleeding, but remember to leave the more serious treatment to a professional at a Pokémon Center.

Next question… What's the best way to identify a Pokémon's type if you're unsure?

Hmm, let's see. Observe its physical characteristics, like color, shape, and any distinct features. For example, blue hues and aquatic appendages usually indicate a Water type. You can also pay attention to its behavior and the environment it's found in. If the Pokémon's using moves you don't recognize, try to deduce the type based on those moves. A Flying type might favor aerial maneuvers, while a Fire type could produce flames.

Another question… What should you do if you encounter an aggressive wild Pokémon?

Stay calm and avoid making any sudden movements. Slowly back away, keeping your eyes on the Pokémon but not directly staring it down, as that could be seen as a challenge. If it charges, try to use a defensive move or throw a Poké Ball to distract it. And if you have to, be ready to call out one of your own Pokémon to protect yourself. Never try to fight a wild Pokémon with your bare hands—it's just not worth the risk.

Alright, what about dealing with an unfamiliar Pokémon species?

First, don't panic. Approach it with caution and observe its reactions to your presence. If it seems curious or non-threatening, you can offer it some food as a gesture of goodwill. Avoid sudden movements or loud noises that might startle it. Use your Pokédex if you have one to identify it quickly and learn more about its behavior and needs. Always respect the Pokémon's space, and if it seems hostile, it's best to retreat and report the sighting to the nearest Pokémon Center or Ranger Station.

One last one… How do you handle a Pokémon that's refusing to obey orders?

Take a deep breath and don't get frustrated. Pokémon can sense your emotions, and if you're tense, it might make the situation worse. Try to understand why it's not listening—maybe it's scared, tired, or just doesn't trust you yet. Building trust takes time, so be patient. Use positive reinforcement when it does something right, and maybe switch up your tactics—sometimes a different approach is all it takes to get through to a stubborn Pokémon.

Whew, I think that covers the basics. I hope I can remember all this during the actual test, This is way too much for me to actually remember well in a test if the words of mouth are true.

Suddenly, the door opened. I looked back at the unexpected entrance, revealing Mrs. Gardner herself.

"Ah, sorry for disturbing you in your studies," she apologized.

I quickly shook my head. "Uh, no need to apologize, Mrs. Gardner. You didn't disturb me or anything."

"I see, then," she nodded. "You know, I suggest you give yourself a long break. I'm sure you'll be able to pass Professor Oak's sponsorship test. You're a genius prodigy," she finished, complimenting me.

I blushed at the remark of being a 'genius prodigy,' maybe because of the fact that I'm a reincarnated person. I mean, I did become smarter, didn't I?

"Maybe this is a bad idea and a bad time to mention this, but... I know you're working hard for your parents, but please slow down. Don't overwork or mentally exhaust yourself," she said with concern.

I remembered Jeffrey calling me out about this. Even a kid noticed my problem. Working so hard that you lose sight of not just yourself, but of your surroundings too.

"Yeah, I know… Jeffrey called me out about this before, well, you know," I replied.

She immediately knew what I was talking about, so she dropped the subject and decided to change to a happier one.

"How about you take a well-deserved walk downtown? I know how much you love observing everything—people, Pokémon, machinery, and whatever else you find intriguing," she chuckled after saying the last few words, "And no need to worry about Team Rocket, I assure you the police and rangers are good with their jobs."

I smiled at Mrs. Gardner's suggestion. A walk downtown did sound nice, especially after being cooped up in the house with nothing but books and papers for company. The idea of stepping outside, feeling the fresh air on my face, and taking in the sights and sounds of Pallet Town was tempting. I hadn't really taken the time to appreciate the simple pleasures in life since… well, since everything happened.

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea," I said, trying to muster some enthusiasm. "I could use a break."

Mrs. Gardner smiled warmly, the kind of smile that made you feel like everything was going to be alright. "Good. It's important to find balance, you know? Your parents would have wanted you to take care of yourself, too."

Her words hit me in a way I didn't expect. There was truth in what she said, but it was hard to accept it fully. Still, I nodded, not trusting myself to speak without my voice cracking. I gathered my things, putting away the books and papers that had been spread out on the desk. Mrs. Gardner lingered by the door, watching me with that same gentle expression.

"I'll be back in a bit," I said, trying to sound casual as I slung my bag over my shoulder.

"Take your time, dear," she replied. "There's no rush."

I nodded again and headed out, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety. It was strange how something as simple as going for a walk could feel like such a big deal. I guess that's what happens when you've been through what I have. Everything starts to feel like it has more weight to it, more meaning. Or maybe I was just overthinking things, as usual.

The sun was shining brightly as I stepped outside, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves of the trees that lined the streets. Pallet Town was as peaceful as ever, with its quaint houses and well-tended gardens. It was a place that felt timeless, like it had been frozen in a perfect moment of simplicity and calm. I started walking, not really having a destination in mind. I just wanted to let my thoughts drift as I took in the familiar sights.

I passed by a group of children playing in a small park, their laughter echoing through the air as they chased each other around. It reminded me of when I was younger in my previous life, back when life was simpler and I didn't have the weight of the world on my shoulders. Back then, my biggest worry was monsters in the dark or monsters below the bed. Now… well, now things were a lot more complicated.

As I walked further, I saw a few Pokémon trainers out and about with their partners. A young boy was practicing with his Pidgey, trying to get it to perfect a new move. A teenage girl was sitting on a bench, her Caterpie curled up in her shoulder, basking in the sunlight. It was a reminder of the world I was about to step into—a world where Pokémon were not just companions, but partners in a journey that could lead to greatness.

But it was also a world full of challenges, and I couldn't help but wonder if I was really ready for it. I thought about the upcoming test with Professor Oak, the sponsorship that could be my ticket to becoming a successful Pokémon trainer. I'd studied hard for it, poured over every book and guide I could find, but there was still a nagging doubt in the back of my mind. What if I wasn't good enough? What if I failed?

I shook my head, trying to push those thoughts away. This walk was supposed to be a break from all that, not another opportunity to stress myself out. I needed to focus on the present, on the simple things around me that I often overlooked. I took a deep breath and looked up at the sky, watching a few Pidgeotto soar overhead, their wings glinting in the sunlight.

After a while, I found myself at the edge of town, where the road led out into the countryside. I could see the fields stretching out in the distance, dotted with patches of wildflowers and the occasional tree. It was a beautiful sight, and for a moment, I just stood there, taking it all in. The world was so much bigger than the little bubble I'd been living in, and it was a reminder that there was so much more to life than just studying and worrying about the future.

I decided to walk down the road a bit, letting my feet carry me wherever they wanted. I didn't have a plan, and that was okay. Sometimes, you just had to let go and see where life took you. As I walked, I noticed a small dirt path leading off into a grove of trees. It looked inviting, and I figured it couldn't hurt to explore a little.

The path was narrow, winding its way through the trees, with dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves. It was quiet here, the only sounds being the rustling of the wind in the branches and the occasional chirp of a Pidgey or Spearow. There was something peaceful about it, a sense of tranquility that I hadn't felt in a long time. I let myself relax, enjoying the solitude and the connection to nature.

After a few minutes of walking, I came across a small clearing. It wasn't anything special, just a patch of grass surrounded by trees, but there was something about it that drew me in. I sat down on a fallen log, setting my bag beside me, and just took a moment to breathe. For the first time in what felt like forever, I wasn't thinking about the test, or my parents, or the future. I was just… being.

As I sat there, I couldn't help but think about what Mrs. Gardner had said earlier. She was right—I had been pushing myself too hard, trying to prove something to myself and to everyone else. But maybe it was okay to take a step back sometimes, to give myself permission to just be a kid, even if it was only for a little while. The world would still be there when I was ready to face it again.

I stayed in the clearing for a while, letting my thoughts drift and enjoying the simple pleasure of doing nothing. It was a strange feeling, almost foreign, but it was exactly what I needed. Eventually, though, I knew it was time to head back. The sun was starting to dip lower in the sky, and I didn't want Mrs. Gardner to worry about me being out too late.

As I made my way back down the path and toward the road, I felt lighter, like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I wasn't sure if it was the walk, or the fresh air, or just the act of giving myself permission to take a break, but I felt better than I had in a long time. Maybe, just maybe, I was going to be okay.

By the time I got back to town, the streets were starting to quiet down as people headed home for the evening. I could see lights flickering on in the windows of houses, and the sound of distant chatter as families gathered for dinner. It was a comforting sight, one that made Pallet Town feel like home in a way I hadn't really appreciated before.

As I walked up the path to Mrs. Gardner's house, I felt a sense of peace that I hadn't felt in a long time. The world might be big and scary, and the future might be uncertain, but I wasn't alone. Thats for sure, I will have future partners, my friends, and support of others that will have my back.

And as I reached the front door, I knew that maybe I should be youthful, full of energy, and maybe a bit of seriousness to not get reckless.

Information for my memory issues:

Name: Genera Jenson

Age: 10

Birthday: April 13

Money: 7,432

Pokémon: 0/6

AN: My mind is pretty much fried wew! Sucks a lot with these homeworks you know. But hey I can still write and again, I still have some writer's juice so don't worry readers.

???: Yeah... Right, your laziness says otherwise

Author: No.

???: Anyway, hows school?

Author: Easy most of the time, the only problem is the constant note writing, homeworks, and the upcomming summative tests in few subjects

???: Well ouchie man, will you lose though?

Author: Nah, I'd win

???: Brainrot, and we'll see about that