AN: Figured shit out, anyway, sorry for the long wait. School came back here and problems are already popping up with homework and a lot like literally, and group projects already coming in.

Also, I will do a rewrite of chapter one and the starting prologue, changing some information because some of my ideas changed so I apologize if the rewrite does not appeal to you.

"Speech/Talk"

"Telepathy"

Minor Changes: 9/10/24 (Grammar Fix)

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon.

"Oh dear, such a tragedy the poor boy experienced. We'll gladly help!" a woman agreed.

I asked people downtown to help me assemble this poor boy's birthday. Truly unfortunate for it to happen the night before his birthday. Hopefully, this will be a great one for him to remember, something he will cherish in his memories for the rest of his life.

"That's the same boy that helped me in my bakery shop!" an old man said out loud.

I smiled. "A nice kid then. Do you have anything to reward him?" I asked.

The old man replied, "Actually, I rewarded him with a bunch of bread and some Pokédollars. With the recent terrible news, I'm going to give him a lot of goodies," he sighed. "Team Rocket is low as always, they really do not care. Hopefully, the kid doesn't have anything special that could get their eyes on him and, worse, kidnap him."

Another man came in. "Enough of the sad discussion here. It's best we start getting surprises for him."

I, along with the old man I talked to, nodded. Hm, I should've left my Growlithe with him. I'm sure he's alright at his home right now. I don't think Team Rocket will have their eyes on him. I'm sure they're only going for the documents they were after, whatever they contain, it must be important and dangerous for Team Rocket to get their hands on it.

Though, it's nice to see people actually agreeing to help, Pallet Town never had any crime or such tragedy happen for so long and that is a fact. Everyone in here knows that fact, so when a news of horrible event such as this, everyone works together to make this kid happy.

I think it has been two hours now. Officer Jenny came back a few minutes ago and showed off her Growlithe. He's a silent type, surprisingly. I know she's just trying to make me happy, and I guess it worked… but I'm still upset and grieving the loss of Mom and Dad.

I tried to take a deep breath and exhale to calm myself and improve my mood... Right, I'm ten now, I'm old enough to be a trainer now but who am I supposed to call without them? As much as they were suspicious of hiding something from me, they gave me everything I wanted, and needed, and gave me love and affection which I know was genuine.

I guess... I should just let go of this for now.

"I wonder what Officer Jenny planned," I murmured, I closed my eyes for a few seconds, wondering what kind of surprises I would get.

I need to focus my thoughts on something else so I can calm my emotions and ease my hatred of Team Rocket.

Hmm... I lay on the couch in the living room, looking at my surroundings, Growlithe is sleeping on the floor, and Officer Jenny is probably outside preparing for whatever surprise she is going to pull off.

As i rested on the couch, my mind racing with thoughts as I tried to distract myself from the grief and confusion that had consumed me. Becoming a trainer was supposed to be an exciting milestone, one I had looked forward to for years. But now, with everything that had happened, it felt like the joy had been sucked out of it. Still, I knew I had to focus on something positive, something that could give me a sense of purpose and direction.

I started to think about what kind of trainer I wanted to be. There were so many possibilities, so many paths I could take. One of the first questions that came to mind was whether I should be a type specialist or a generalist. Each had its advantages and challenges.

A type specialist focuses on mastering one specific type of Pokémon. This approach has its merits; it allows for a deep understanding of the strengths, weaknesses, and unique abilities of that type. With a single type, it would be easier to care for my team. I would know exactly what kinds of moves they needed, what kinds of items and training would benefit them the most. There would be a consistency and harmony in my training routine.

For example, if I chose to specialize in Fire types, I would become intimately familiar with their fiery temperaments and their powerful but often fragile nature. I would know how to stoke their inner flames, and how to nurture their passions and ambitions. I could imagine training alongside them in intense heat, honing our skills together. It would be a path of excitement and intensity, forging strong bonds through the trials of fire.

On the other hand, specializing in Water types would offer a completely different experience. I would become adept at navigating aquatic environments, understanding the ebb and flow of tides, and leveraging the adaptability of Water Pokémon. It would be a path of calm and fluidity, learning to move with the current and strike with precision.

However, being a type specialist also had its drawbacks. The biggest one was the inherent vulnerability to other types. No matter how strong my team of Fire types might be, they would always be at a disadvantage against Water types. This was a limitation that couldn't be ignored, especially in the unpredictable and varied battles of the Pokémon League. Specializing would mean I'd have to be exceptionally strategic, finding ways to cover my weaknesses or risk being outmatched.

That led me to consider the alternative: becoming a generalist. A generalist trainer builds a team composed of various types, allowing for a more versatile and adaptable approach to battles. This route was undoubtedly more challenging and expensive, as it required a broader knowledge base and more resources to care for such a diverse team. Each Pokémon would have its own specific needs, from habitat preferences to dietary requirements, and keeping them all happy and healthy would be no small feat.

But the payoff could be significant. A versatile team could adapt to any situation, countering the strengths of opponents and exploiting their weaknesses. With a well-rounded team, I could handle anything the League would throw at me. I wouldn't be pigeonholed into a single strategy or set of tactics; instead, I could remain flexible and unpredictable, always keeping my opponents guessing.

I imagined a team where I had a Fire-type, a Water type, a Grass type, an Electric type, a Psychic type, and perhaps a Dragon type. Each member would bring something unique to the table, offering a range of abilities and strategies. My Fire-type could unleash devastating attacks, while my Water type provided reliable defense and healing capabilities. My Grass type could control the battlefield with status effects, and my Electric type could strike with lightning speed. My Psychic type would offer powerful mind-based attacks and support, and my Dragon type would be the powerhouse, capable of enduring and dealing massive damage.

As I thought about it more, I realized that being a generalist would also teach me a lot about myself. It would push me to grow and adapt, to learn from each of my Pokémon and from the experiences we shared. It would be a journey of self-discovery, as much as it was a journey to become a Pokémon Master.

I imagined myself traveling across different regions, encountering new challenges, and meeting all sorts of people and Pokémon. Each battle would be a learning experience, each victory a testament to our hard work and determination. And each loss would be a lesson, an opportunity to reflect and improve.

With this in mind, I made my decision. I would become a generalist trainer. I would build a team that was versatile and adaptable, my future team that would be known and feared as monstrous and amazing in the Pokémon world. It wouldn't be easy, but-

"Genera!" Officer Jenny called out, interrupting my deep ocean of thoughts. "Come outside, we have a surprise!" Huh, looks like the surprise has arrived.

I stood up slowly and walked towards the door, I felt a bit nervous. I could hear many whispers outside. I took a deep breath to ease my nerves. I opened the door.

"SURPRISE!" Everyone shouted in unison.

For a moment, I was speechless. I blinked, trying to process what had just happened. My heart swelled with a mixture of emotions—gratitude, happiness, and a bit of lingering sadness. I had never expected so many people to be at my birthday and surprise me, especially after everything I went through.

Officer Jenny stepped forward with a grin. "We all wanted to give you something special, Genera. You deserve to have a memorable birthday, especially after everything you've been through."

I looked around and saw familiar faces in the crowd—the old man I had helped in his bakery, my friends, and my classmates from school. I teared up, not from sadness but from joy. Did they bring the entire town to my birthday party? I'm speechless...

As tears poured down my face, I smiled. "Thank you so much, everyone. I don't know what else to say."

The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, their faces lit up with genuine smiles and warm expressions. The atmosphere was filled with an overwhelming sense of community and support, making my heart swell even more. Officer Jenny placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder and gently guided me into the midst of the gathered townspeople.

"Happy birthday, Genera!" someone shouted from the crowd.

"Congratulations on turning ten, Genera!" another voice chimed in.

One by one, people stepped forward to offer their congratulations and share their well-wishes. The old man from the bakery, was among the first. He had a kind smile on his weathered face. "You've been such a great help at my shop, Genera. Here's a little something for you," he said, pressing a few Pokédollars into my hand. "It's not much, but I hope it helps."

"Thank you, Mister," I replied, my voice slightly trembling with emotion.

Next was Mrs. Gardner, a kind woman who I have known close to ran a flower shop downtown. She had always been gentle and sweet, and today was no different. "Genera, happy birthday! You deserve all the happiness in the world," she said, giving me a small sum of money wrapped in a cheerful envelope. "Buy yourself something nice, okay?"

"Thanks, Mrs. Gardner," I said, feeling overwhelmed by the kindness.

From the corner of my eye, I noticed Professor Oak standing among the crowd. He was clapping along with everyone else, a proud smile on his face. He didn't say anything, just gave me a nod that spoke volumes. His presence alone was comforting and reassuring.

My friends, too, were there. Tim and Clara, my good buddies from school, approached with big grins on their faces. "Happy birthday, Genera!" Tim said, giving me a playful punch on the arm. "Ten years old, huh? That's a big deal!"

"Yeah, we're so happy for you!" Clara added, handing me a small envelope with some money inside. "This is from both of us. We pooled our allowances. Don't spend it all in one place!" she joked.

"Thanks, guys. This means a lot to me," I said, genuinely touched by their gesture.

Officer Jenny, who had been orchestrating the whole event, stepped up again. "Genera, we know things have been tough, but we want you to know that you're not alone. We're all here for you, and we'll always be here for you," she said, her voice filled with sincerity. She handed me a small sum of money as well, her eyes warm with empathy.

As more people came forward, each with their own small contributions and kind words, I felt a profound sense of gratitude. They weren't giving me extravagant gifts or anything that would make me overpowered, but their support and love were far more valuable. The small sums of money they gave me were modest, yet meaningful, showing their collective care and concern.

Mrs. Reynolds, the school librarian, approached me next. She handed me a small sum of cash and smiled warmly. "Genera, you're such a bright young man. I know you'll do great things. Happy birthday," she said, her voice filled with encouragement.

"Thank you, Mrs. Reynolds," I replied, appreciating her kind words.

As the crowd continued to cheer and offer their congratulations, I felt a sense of warmth and belonging that I hadn't felt in a long time. Despite the recent tragedy, today was filled with love and hope. The town had come together to support me, and I knew that I wasn't alone in this.

Professor Oak finally stepped forward, his wise eyes twinkling. "Genera, happy birthday. I'm proud of you, young man. Remember, the journey ahead is filled with challenges and adventures. Take your time, and when you're ready, the world will be waiting for you," he said, his voice carrying the weight of experience and encouragement.

"Thank you, Professor Oak," I said, feeling a renewed sense of determination.

As the celebration continued, I realized that today wasn't just about turning ten. It was about community, support, and the love that everyone had shown me. It was a reminder that, no matter what happened, I had people who cared about me and believed in me. And with their support, I knew I could face whatever challenges lay ahead.

"Now how about you blow these candles birthday boy," A familiar voice entered my ears.

Damn you Gary.

Unknown Location: (Giovanni PoV)

"Sir, most of the records in the database, both public and private, are erased. It is quite clear they erased the data on the location of a major Legendary. Not only that, but even secret copies of these documents are gone. We still do not know why they didn't destroy the last remaining ones, they only took it and burned the documents using an unknown acidic and flammable substance as they caught up. The squad had to retreat when the Rangers noticed a disturbance in the Viridian Forest," an assistant finished summarizing the report.

"I see..." I clicked my tongue in slight frustration. "I knew they were hiding something big from us. A bunch of traitors to Team Rocket." Silph Co. is the biggest source of research and experimental equipment Team Rocket has. We infiltrated the upper echelons of the company, acting like parasites by acquiring their secret projects and accessing their experimental technology that is supposed to be used for civilian purposes. Though Silph Co. did develop schematics for the Master Ball, we caught wind of it and stole the designs and the science behind it.

We produced a few prototypes and immediately went for testing. Eight years ago, the Master Ball captured a Suicune with ease, and three years ago, an Entei. With the results, I was satisfied with the progress. However, we do not know if it would work for powerful major Legendaries like Ho-Oh. The biggest problem is where to find them or how to lure them.

The two Jensons were suspicious from the beginning, but they did help research and invent machines and devices that aided Team Rocket in its goal of stealing valuable Pokémon. However, I knew they were hiding something when we hunted a group of Legendaries almost ten years ago. They were the only people who knew where they lived, where they migrated, and their secrets. They were the ones actively interacting with them, and now they are dead.

Unfortunately, such incompetent fools killed them when I specifically ordered them to be captured alive for interrogation and torture until they gave up the information.

As for their kid, nothing. He is just a worthless nobody. We checked the information about him in case he had any leads. Blood test records show they are related, but there is nothing special about the kid. The only thing somewhat interesting is he is a genius prodigy, a trait like that is beneficial to Team Rocket.

Doesn't matter, Team Rocket will get what it wants. I will acquire such power and Legendaries. The world will bend its knees and bow down to me, and the world will be mine...

For the past few hours, my close friends gave me, I got a stash of random objects that I don't know how to use or what they do. Though I am still grateful for their gifts, I was given good amounts of money that could support my journey for the rest of this League season. I guess all I need to do left is the get a pokèmon, a starter that will be with me for the rest of my life.

My birthday turned out to be more incredible than I had ever imagined, a whirlwind of joy and emotional moments that I would cherish for the rest of my life. From the moment I stepped outside to the chorus of "SURPRISE!" shouted by everyone gathered, I knew this day would be unforgettable.

As I stood there, taking in the sight of my friends, neighbors, and even strangers who had come together to celebrate with me, I was still grieving but, this day made me with overwhelming happiness instead of sadness.

I smiled through my tears, looking around at the familiar faces. The old man from the bakery, my classmates, and even some of my teachers were there. I felt a lump in my throat as I realized how much effort everyone had put into making this day special for me.

After the initial surprise, the festivities began. There were games, laughter, and plenty of food. The old man from the bakery had brought a massive cake, decorated with intricate designs of Pokémon, making it almost too beautiful to eat. Almost. My friends and I eagerly dug into it, savoring every bite.

As the day went on, I was given small sums of money by various people. It wasn't much, but collectively, it added up to a significant amount that would support my journey as a Pokémon trainer. I was grateful for every bit, knowing it would help me when I finally set out on my adventure.

At one point, Professor Oak himself made an appearance, clapping and smiling warmly. He didn't say much, but his presence alone was a huge honor. He was a legendary figure in the world of Pokémon, and having him there made the day even more special.

In the midst of all the celebration, I noticed a group of my closest friends huddled together, whispering and giggling. They approached me with mischievous grins, holding a box covered in colorful wrapping paper. "Happy birthday, Genera!" they said in unison, thrusting the box into my hands.

Curious, I tore open the wrapping paper to reveal a collection of random objects. There were items I didn't recognize or know how to use, but their thoughtfulness touched me deeply. My friends had gone out of their way to gather these items, thinking they might be useful on my journey.

Among the gifts, there was one that stood out—a brand-new backpack. It was sturdy and incredibly spacious, with multiple compartments perfect for carrying supplies and equipment. "We thought you could use this when you start your journey," one of my friends said, smiling.

I nodded, overwhelmed with shock that they would buy a high-quality Silph Co. bag for me, which is incredibly expensive yet they got one for me. "Thank you so much, everyone. This means the world to me."

Later in the afternoon, as the sun began to set, I wandered into the front yard to catch my breath. The day had been full of excitement, and I needed a moment to process everything. As I walked around, something on the ground caught my eye.

There, partially hidden in the grass, was an empty Poké Ball. I picked it up, examining it closely. It was brand new, without a single scratch. I wondered how it had ended up there and if it belonged to anyone.

Just then, Officer Jenny approached me. "What do you have there, Genera?" she asked, noticing the Pokéball in my hand.

"I found this on the ground," I replied, showing it to her. "I'm not sure whose it is."

Officer Jenny looked at the Pokéball and then back at me. "It doesn't look like it belongs to anyone around here. Why don't you keep it? You'll need one when you start your journey."

I hesitated for a moment, the surge of excitement overpowered my rationality and logical thinking. "Really? Are you sure?"

She nodded, smiling. "Absolutely. Consider it a gift from the universe. Maybe it's a sign that your journey is about to begi-"

"Damn it, where is my little present," A middle-aged man came in suddenly, searching for something.

I pieced it up together and assumed what the man was searching for was the Pokéball. "Sir... Is this yours?" I asked nervously.

The man's face turned into a sudden surprise which he then composed himself in just a second. "Ahem-Ahem, yeah, that's yours now bud. That's my gift hehe, it's not much but consider it your Pokéball of success." the man smiled and started posing for whatever reason. "Anyway, i gotta go now, if you go for a gym run them wish you luck pal!" He finished then sprinted away.

"IM LATE FOR MY DATE!" The man yelled as he sprinted away.

Officer Jenny laughed behind me, as I shouted thanks to the man who gifted me a regular Pokéball. It isn't a luxury ball but I decided to use this specific pokèball for my first capture in the future, maybe Pidgey will join me.

As the party began to wind down and people started to leave, I took a moment to reflect on the day. It had been filled with love, support, and encouragement from everyone around me. Despite the pain of losing my parents, I had to push on, maybe my future pokèmon team will be my new family. It's about bonding after all.

Before heading back inside, I glanced at the Pokéball one more time, feeling a sense of anticipation. My journey as a Pokémon trainer will soon begin, and with the gifts everyone gave me, I will traverse tough obstacles and make my parents proud, wherever they are...

Suddenly my mind gets flooded of my old family in my previous life, I cried with a mix of gladness and sadness. My parents here died but im sure my previous family is doing great, nonetheless, I must make them proud even if they don't know what happened to me.

As the evening drew to a close, I found myself sitting on the porch with still visible leftover tears in the eyes, seeing Officer Jenny talking with some officers near the road, I looked up watching the stars twinkle in the night sky. My heart was full, and my mind was racing with thoughts of the future. I had a long way to go, but with my friends and people who helped me, I felt ready to take on whatever lay ahead, maybe I will pay them back someday.

And so, with the empty Pokéball in my hand and the love of my community in my heart, I made a silent promise to myself. I would become the best Pokémon trainer I could be, not just for me, but for everyone who believed in me. The journey was just beginning, and I couldn't wait to see where it would take me.

If this is part of fate then so be it, I will do my absolute best to be very normal but secretly monstrous on the inside, and whatever canon events hit me, I will tank it. No matter what.

Josh's POV:

I couldn't stop thinking about Genera. The poor kid had been through so much, losing both of his parents like that. It was a tragedy, and everyone in town was shaken by it. But for Genera, it was more than just a tragic event—it was his reality, a harsh and sudden upheaval that no ten-year-old should ever have to face.

As I stood among the crowd at his birthday party, watching him smile through his tears, I couldn't help but smile. Despite everything, he managed to keep going. It was clear he was still hurting, but today, he allowed himself to be happy, if only for a while. We all did our best to make sure he felt loved and supported and turn the traumatic turn into a wholesome turn.

But there was something else nagging at the back of my mind. Team Rocket. They were the ones responsible for his parents' deaths. Everyone knew about them—their reputation for being ruthless and their relentless pursuit of power. Rumors say they had infiltrated Silph Co., stealing secret projects and experimental technology. What bothered me most was the question: why?

I had heard about the news of the secret documents found near the dead corpses, people, both online and here discussing how Genera's parents had been involved in research that Team Rocket wanted. Again, rumors say they know secrets that could send shockwaves around Kanto and Johto if such information gets revealed. And now they lost it.

Or were they?

I couldn't shake the feeling that Genera might know something, even if he didn't realize it himself. His parents must have told him things, or maybe he had seen or heard something important. Why else would Team Rocket go to such lengths? They had killed his parents. Whatever they were after, it had to be incredibly valuable.

I glanced at Genera, who was laughing with some of our friends, momentarily free from the weight of his loss. I felt a pang of guilt for thinking about these things on his birthday, but I couldn't help it. If Team Rocket was after something his parents knew, then Genera could be in danger too. The thought made my stomach churn.

I wished I could protect him somehow, keep him safe from all of this. But what could I do? I'm just a 14 year old with a vulpix as my starter and my only pokèmon. The most I could do was be there for him, support him, and maybe, just maybe, help him uncover whatever secrets his parents had left behind.

The celebration continued, and as the sun began to set, I noticed Genera picking up an empty Poké Ball from the ground. Officer Jenny and some random dude told him to keep it, and I saw the excitement in his eyes. Despite everything, he was still hopeful, still looking forward to his journey as a Pokémon trainer. It was inspiring and heartbreaking at the same time.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't curious about this, should I finally start my journey and do a gym circuit not just to have fun but to investigate this myself, maybe gather a team of conspiracy theorists, since I am one myself. This is something worth digging for and stop whatever Team Rocket is aiming for.

Wait, why am I being heroic now.

Information for my memory issues:

Name: Genera Jenson

Age: 10

Birthday: April 13

Money: (Will be truly shown in later chapters)

Pokémon: 0/6

AN: Yeah, finally finished things out, don't know if I can make 6k words in the next chapter. Currently focusing more on school now and working on writing during weekends if fuck tons of homework won't screw my already shitty and beyond-stretched schedule lol.

???: Hah, why don't you burn your school down so you have all the time for yourself?

Author: I'm not mentally insane or ill to do that, and I am not going to become an american school destroyer kind of guy

???: I could get Jirachi to grant you a wish of no school

Author: Okay no. Nope. I have a life to normally live you know

???: Your life is not normal, what in the distortion world are you talking about

Author: Shut.