Oak Laboratory, First Floor — Living Room.
"T-thank you for your hospitality!" Kaiser spoke, his body posture screaming timid with his head a bit down.
"Don't mention it, kid. It's only natural I help you when you're in need." Oak smiled, taking a sip from his tea before he gestured for kaiser to sit in front of the opposite sofa, which, kaiser compiled and sat.
"So, where are you from?" To fill in the silence, oak spoke first, his tone gentle and soft, so as not to scare off kaiser who just went through a traumatic experience.
"I-im from hoen region." He replied, stuttering a bit.
"Ah, that explains why your starter Pokemon was ralts." Oak said as he laughed a bit.
"Ah, the good old days..." Oak suddenly started sharing his old days as a trainer, so as to make him at least forget the experience he went through. The least he could do.
But, as he continued talking about his journey, half way through it, he noticed something.
Kaiser wasn't completely focusing on his story. He was taking a glance at some picture that he had hanged on the wall.
Oak followed Kaiser's gaze, his eyes landing on the picture—a young girl with determined eyes and her Ralts by her side, mid-battle pose. It was one of Oak's prized memories, a trainer he had mentored to the league finals years ago.
"You recognize her?" Oak asked gently, lowering his cup.
Kaiser blinked as if pulled out of a trance, then looked down, his voice quiet.
"...She reminded me of my sister," he mumbled, voice trembling just enough to tug heartstrings. "She had a Ralts too. Back home in Hoenn, she was the one who helped me catch mine. She always said… even if I'm not strong, as long as I treat my Pokémon like family, I'd go far."
Oak's expression softened, his aged eyes reflecting concern.
"What happened to her?" he asked, leaning forward.
Kaiser hesitated. He clutched the ragged sleeve of his jacket, knuckles white. "She... she died during a wild Pokémon attack. She shielded me. That's why I came here. I couldn't stay there anymore. Too many memories..."
Oak's heart clenched.
The boy's pain felt raw—too raw for someone his age. "I'm sorry, truly," Oak said after a pause. "You've gone through more than most your age ever should."
Kaiser sniffled, wiping his eye with his sleeve. "It's not just about her. My Ralts was… everything I had left of her. I trained with her every day. Losing her to those thieves…" He let his voice trail off, just broken enough to sound real.
A heavy silence fell.
Oak stood up. Walked to a nearby cabinet. Opened it.
"Come with me," he said, his voice low.
Kaiser looked up, hiding the subtle glint in his eye behind fake confusion. "H-huh?"
Oak gave him a firm nod. "If your bond with Ralts was that deep... you don't deserve to be left with nothing. I can't replace her, but... I might be able to give you a chance to start again."
Saying that, he took out a PokeBall, before he tapped on the circle on the ball.
A white streak of light emerged from the PokeBall, before taking on the shape of a ralts.
"Ra!" As soon as it came out of it, she let out a lovely, soft sound.
Oak knelt beside the Ralts, gently patting its head as it chirped softly.
"You see, the Ralts in that photo? She evolved into a fine Gardevoir… One of the strongest I've seen. Her trainer gave me an egg as thanks when she left for Kalos. This one's the result."
He stood up slowly, lifting the PokéBall from the table and handing it toward Kaiser with a firm, careful gesture.
"I wasn't sure who to give her to. But seeing you—what you've been through, and how you talk about your bond with your own Ralts—" Oak's voice caught slightly, but he masked it with a short breath. "I think she deserves someone like you."
Kaiser hesitated. Just long enough to sell the performance. Then, with both hands, he took the PokéBall.
"T-thank you, Professor... I… I don't know what to say."
"You don't need to say anything," Oak replied with a warm smile. "Just take good care of her. She's young, but she'll grow strong with the right partner."
Oak turned, walking toward a nearby shelf lined with dusty devices and polished oak boxes. He opened one drawer and pulled out a small red case—classic in design, slightly updated in tech.
"This is a Kanto-region Pokédex. It'll register any Pokémon you encounter and help you learn more about them. It's synced with the League database, so you'll be able to track Gym badges and trainer data too."
He handed over the Pokédex, then reached into a side pouch and pulled out five PokéBalls.
"You'll need these. Don't waste them on every Rattata you see," Oak chuckled, placing them in Kaiser's hands. "And… one more thing."
He stepped over to a small drawer near the corner, pulled out a slim wallet, and flipped it open.
"It's not much, but it should cover some supplies and a train ride to Viridian, if you want to register officially as a League challenger."
Kaiser looked at the crisp bills inside — a modest stack of Pokéyen — and accepted them with a low, humble nod.
"I'll… I'll make her proud. I'll make them both proud," he said, voice quiet but filled with conviction.
Oak rested a hand on his shoulder.
"I believe you will."
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Later…
The sky outside had started shifting into an early golden hue as Kaiser stepped out of the lab, the PokéBall clipped to his belt, the Pokédex snug in his inner jacket pocket. With his new resources and a fresh narrative ready to use if anyone asked questions, he headed toward the edge of Pallet Town.
He walked through the thinning trees of the route just beyond the lab, brushing past tall grass, ears tuned to the rustle of wings and the chirping of wild Pokémon.
And that's when he saw it—across a small clearing, not far ahead.
A girl— thick girl with a big ass from behind, wearing in a cap and hoodie, standing alone, a bit far away from him stood a Pikachu, grinning while the girl was… raising a rock.
Kaiser froze.
"Holy hell… who's that beauty?" he muttered, a slow grin curling up.
"No way… is Ash in this world… a girl? A thick one with big boobies, no less?"
Just before she could hurl the rock, Kaiser raised his voice, warm and casual:
"Hey— you over there!"
His voice sliced through the quiet. Wild Pokémon nearby scattered in every direction — even the Spearow flapped off with a screech.
The girl turned, visibly annoyed. "Seriously? You had to shout? Now they're gone."
Kaiser blinked as her face came into view. The signature cheek marks. The sharp eyes. It was Ash — only, not quite.
She looked like a tomboyish brawler packed into a curvy frame, big boobs. Short black hair, lean muscle… Kaiser's grin twitched.
"Ah, my bad," he said smoothly. "But shouldn't you be using your Pokémon to weaken it first before throwing PokeBalls?"
She scowled.
"You would've just made it angrier. Spearow live in flocks — one hit, and the rest would've swarmed. I did you a favor."
His tone stayed warm, cheeky, disarming — enough to make even someone like her lower her guard just a bit.
"...My Pikachu doesn't listen to me," she muttered, glancing sideways.
The electric mouse on her shoulder snickered like it knew she was struggling.
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