Pokemon: A Legendary Adventure

Looking at the egg using my ability, I see it surrounded by a light blue glow. Normally, it's difficult to discover an egg's potential; a large machine is usually needed to evaluate it.

"The mayor gave me a mission to investigate a disturbance that happened deep in the forest. While I was exploring, there was a territorial dispute between an Ursaring and a group of Scythers. Watching from a distance, I found this egg; the parents were probably scared off by the commotion," the professor explains, recounting the origin of the egg to me and the other students.

After that, the students congratulate me for gaining a new Pokémon, while I sense that Kenta is once again lamenting his loss.

I chat with Anna and the others for a while before heading home.

On the way home, Sentret and I continue observing the egg in my arms. Passing through the ranch gate, I realize I'm going to need some Moomoo Milk, and I remember how empty my wallet is.

'Looks like I'll have to ask Grandpa for money again,' I sigh, a little discouraged.

After all, I'd like to raise my Pokémon with my own money, but that's proving increasingly difficult, and considering my age, it's going to be tough for a while.

When I arrive home, I find Grandpa working on his fishing gear, cleaning and organizing it.

"Why are you cleaning the fishing rods, Grandpa?" I ask, curious.

"Next month, I'm going fishing near Goldenrod City with a friend, close to the Ilex Forest. Want to come with me?" Grandpa asks, excited. He got into fishing after he retired from the investigation bureau.

He started fishing to try to distance himself from the memories of his time there, and he ended up enjoying the activity.

"Of course, I want to go!" I respond excitedly. The thought of fishing and having an adventure gets me pumped.

"I'll talk to your teacher to get you excused next month so we can go, and I'll also get a permit from Joy," Grandpa says, finishing up the cleaning.

After storing the equipment, he turns to me and sees the egg in my arms.

"Where did you get this little one?" Grandpa asks, curious about the egg's origin.

I explain that the professor gave it to me as a reward for being the top of the class, and I take the opportunity to ask him to buy some Moomoo Milk for me.

After sorting out the details of the fishing trip with Grandpa, I head up to my room.

After putting away my backpack, I place the egg on my bed, and Sentret jumps up to observe it.

I go down the stairs to head to the basement, where the supplies are stored.

When I turn on the lights, I see a lot of boxes, some trinkets, and old photos, like one showing Grandpa as a young man with Grandma in front of the ranch.

My grandmother passed away before I was born, so I never met her, only heard stories about her.

I start rummaging through the boxes looking for the incubators, until I come across a photo. It's an old picture from the time when Grandpa was in the Investigation Bureau. In the photo, he appears with his entire team before the accident, showing a fearless expression. To his right are his Stoutland, a stern-looking Kangaskhan, a roaring Ursaring, and a large Pidgeot in the background with its wings spread. To Grandpa's left is a Stantler with a Raticate on its back.

Holding the photo in my hands, I sadly realize that, until now, I've only seen the Stoutland, which is always by Grandpa's side, and the old Ursaring that lives in the valley that gave the ranch its name.

"He must have suffered a lot," I sigh, putting the photo back in the box.

After a while, I find the incubators. I grab one and adjust the settings to make the environment more comfortable for the egg.

Back in my room, I see Sentret sitting on the egg, apparently trying to hatch it. It's quite a funny sight since the egg is the same size as Sentret. Holding back my laughter, I slowly walk over to my camera. Carefully, I place the incubator on the floor, pick up the camera, and point it at the scene.

Click.

With the sound of the camera, the photo is saved so I can always tease Sentret with it.

"Sent? Sentret!"

Startled by the noise, Sentret quickly turns around and sees me holding the camera. Realizing what just happened, he leaps at me, trying to destroy the camera with a headbutt.

Throughout our week of training together, Sentret has noticed my fondness for taking photos, especially embarrassing ones of others. So, whenever I try to take a funny picture of him, he tries to destroy the camera.

But the fact that the camera is still intact is a sign that he can't. After all, during this week of intense training and recovery, I've strengthened my body too. I'm a little below Sentret in terms of physical strength, but still faster than him in his normal state.

Even my physical endurance has begun to increase, and soon I'll be able to train in hand-to-hand combat with Sentret. Once again, I dodge Sentret's attack with trained precision.

"You're not going to destroy it. This photo is going into the collection," I say with a laugh, amused by Sentret's behavior.

After putting the camera away, I pick Sentret up in my arms and distract him, bringing him close to the bed. I set him near the egg, then pick up the incubator again. With it already configured, I press a button, starting the countdown for the estimated time until the egg hatches.

Approximately one month.

Having prepared everything, I train with Sentret for the next two days.

Today is the day my parents are coming to visit, a Sunday—our day off from training. Because of that, we usually sleep in a bit longer.

Waking up around ten in the morning, I hear familiar voices downstairs. I hurry down with Sentret following, and upon reaching the kitchen, I see my parents talking with my grandfather.

My father, Johan Black, looks a lot like my grandfather. At thirty-four years old, he stands 1.85m tall, with tanned skin, short black hair, black eyes, and is slightly overweight due to working so much and no longer having time to stay in shape.

My mother, Mary Hanami-Black, is a tall, fair-skinned woman, standing 1.74m, with long red hair that matches her bright red eyes. Like many women, she takes great care of her appearance, looking like she's in her early twenties even though she's thirty-three.

They were asking Grandpa how I was adapting to life here at the ranch, how I spent my days, and if I'd done anything embarrassing. Grandpa began talking about how I helped him on the ranch, mentioned my Sentret, the training I started at school, and was about to bring up the time I caught a Sentret.

"Good morning! You could've woken me up!" I shout, interrupting Grandpa as I run to hug my parents, silently pleading with my eyes for him to keep that story to himself.

He responds with a laugh.

"Good morning, my boy. How are you? Hmm… you're looking stronger, huh?" Johan asks as he hugs me and feels the muscles that have developed from training.

My mother, meanwhile, runs her hand through my hair, feeling its condition.

"You need to take better care of this hair, Victor. It looks like a Pidgey nest," she says in a slightly annoyed tone, noticing my dry hair from neglect over the past few weeks.

Then she looks at Sentret, who had hopped onto my shoulder. Quickly picking him up, she hugs him, enjoying his soft fur.

"So cute! And such well-kept fur," she comments as she feels Sentret's coat, and I realize I've been taking better care of Sentret's fur than my own hair.

Sentret looks at me, desperate, silently pleading for help while he's squished in Mom's hug.

'Sorry, I can't help you; hold on, buddy,' I say with my eyes, to Sentret's dismay.

After a while, my mother calms down and releases Sentret, who looks even more exhausted than after our training. He climbs back onto my shoulder, looking a bit hurt, which I try to make up for by promising him a few Rage Candy Bars.

Soon after, we catch up on everything.

Then Dad mentions a purple Pokéball that's being developed by Silph Co. It catches my attention, and I question him about it. But realizing he's said too much, he tries to change the subject.

Not wanting to spoil the warm family atmosphere, I let the topic drop.

But my mind starts racing.

'The Master Ball... so they've really started developing it. It seems like the attack on Silph Co. will still happen, but I'm not sure when. I need to keep an eye on this,' I think, as I watch my parents happily chatting with Grandpa about work.

"They haven't changed at all," I murmur with an ironic smile.

This devotion to work is what slowly created some distance between us. If I were a typical kid, this might've been traumatic, but for me, it didn't have much impact.

The rest of the day was spent talking and sharing family moments, with Sentret constantly hiding from Mom, seemingly having developed a bit of a fear of her.

After dinner, Dad hands me two boxes—one large and one small. I look at them, curious: I know the large one is a laptop, but I have no idea what's in the smaller one.

"The large one is a Dark-Tyranitar model laptop. It hasn't been released on the market yet and is the best currently available. A friend from the IT department got it for me. In the smaller box, there's an item called a Pokegear, which was recently developed by Silph Co. It was given to all employees, and your mother managed to get two extras—one for you and one for me." Noticing my curiosity, Dad explains the contents of the boxes.

Opening one of them, I see a metallic green laptop with purple details resembling the colors of Tyranitar on the bottom, and reptilian eyes on the top, making it look a lot like a Tyranitar. In the other box, I find a black and red Pokegear.

"We'll be able to keep in touch more easily with this now," Dad says while teaching me how to use the Pokegear.

We keep talking about various topics until he asks me what I want to do in the future.

"I want to travel, see beautiful places, landscapes I wouldn't normally see, experience different cultures and customs, make friends along the journey, and with my camera, capture those memories and unforgettable scenes," I reply enthusiastically, a spark of excitement in my eyes, remembering the feeling I had every time I watched Pokémon on TV.

Hearing about my goals for the future, my dad falls silent for a few moments and then bursts into a long laugh.

"That's a good goal; it reminds me of myself when I was your age," he says after finishing his laugh, patting me on the shoulder.

"Did you want to become a trainer, Dad?" I ask curiously, as I never knew that.

"Yes, it was a long time ago. Your grandfather had just founded the ranch, and an accident nearly killed him. He barely survived, but it cost him three of his closest partners: Kangaskhan, Pidgeot, and Stantler. Shortly after, Raticate also succumbed to his injuries. So, I decided not to follow the trainer's path at that time, but I'm glad you can pursue this silly dream I had as a kid," he explains with a sad voice, seeming lost in his memories. When he finishes, he ruff

les my hair and laughs cheerfully.

After that, we go inside and continue talking with Mom and Grandpa, until I eventually fall asleep.