Pokemon Scientist

"I know, dear, but we can't jump to conclusions," Grandma Dracelia replied, shaking her head. "It's a complicated situation. We need to be careful with how we handle this. But for now, let's stop talking about it. It looks like our little hero is already awake."

Just then, a soft yawn came, and Grandma Dracelia and Drasna smiled, a glimmer of warmth returning to their eyes.

To be honest, Allen had already been awake for some time, and after seeing Electabuzz, he knew this was not the normal world he once knew. But he could also sense that something significant awaited him.

He'd read about situations like this before—stories of people waking up in entirely different realities.

He'd consumed them endlessly—official ones like Webnovel and Royal Road, and even on piracy sites like Ranobes. He devoured them all, especially fanfics like Pokémon.

Now, as he thought about his situation, if he put himself in the shoes of the protagonists from the novels he'd read, they all had one thing in common: they always had to adapt quickly.

Allen was initially taken aback. He was skeptical. Rather than feeling fear or anxiety, he felt… excited? This was different from the protagonists he usually read about in their early chapters, right?

No, he dismissed his doubt quickly. This could actually work in his favor. Seizing the moment, he decided to strike while the iron was hot and began to set his priorities.

First, he needed to learn about Pokémon and align it with the knowledge he had.

How did Pokémon attacks actually work?

Were the mechanics the same as in the games he played?

What about the legends and ancient mysteries related to Pokémon lore and myths?

Were they as simple as the stories he'd seen in the anime and manga, or as rich and complex as they were in the games?

Countless questions passed through his mind. He recalled hours spent strategizing moves and types, trying to outsmart opponents in battles. Whether in NPC or PvP battles, could those mechanics apply here as well?

If his assumptions were correct, there was a higher chance that other elements from the games and stories he had read might also be true—the plot, the map, and even the world-building. Understanding these aspects would simplify things for him and help him figure out what he could and couldn't do.

He wouldn't rush things. He promised himself that this time, he would savor every moment and enjoy himself to the fullest. Yes, he would take his time.

The second thing on Allen's mind was to discover whether this world had any protagonists like Ash and the other characters he was familiar with. Knowing this would help him gain insights and align his knowledge about Pokémon.

It was a matter of preparation. Understanding the key figures would provide him with context on how to navigate the challenges he would face.

'Yes, of course, only if they existed,' he thought.

And not long after, just as this thought briefly appeared in the back of his mind, his question was answered when he was interrupted by a stranger—familiar yet unfamiliar.

"Hello, dear. My name is Drasna. Nice to meet you," the stranger said.

No, it's not a stranger. It's the Kalos Elite Four, Drasna!

She is a character appearing in Pokémon Journeys: The Series, who is a member of the Elite Four in the Kalos region.

Because he was too excited to meet the legendary Elite Four, unbeknownst to him, his bladder let go once again.

Fortunately, he was wearing a diaper, though it was just damp, making him uncomfortable, and his soft whimpers quickly escalated into a loud, piercing wail.

"Oh, Drasna, your dragon teeth startled him!" Grandma Dracelia exclaimed, quickly leaning down to soothe the frightened Allen.

Hearing the cry, two Pokémon—one yellow and the other pink—hurriedly appeared, rushing towards the source of the sound.

Electabuzz and Miltank.

The large cow ambled over, its soft tongue gently licking Allen's face as if trying to comfort him with its warm affection.

As the cow's gentle licks washed over him, Allen's initial excitement melted away, replaced by giggles of pure delight. His tiny hands reached up, wrapping around the cow's neck, while the creature closed its eyes in contentment, clearly savoring the moment just as much as he was.

He hadn't expected to encounter another Pokémon so soon after his skirmish with Electabuzz—Miltank!

The Milk Cow Pokémon stood just over a meter tall, her body a perfect blend of pink and a creamy yellow belly. A distinctive black hood-like marking framed her face, and a charming pink triangular mark rested on her forehead. Two small, curving horns adorned her head, marking her as a mature and experienced Miltank.

"Bulla, this is baby Allen. Isn't he just the cutest?" Grandma Dracelia cooed, smiling as she watched the tender moment unfold.

"Miilll~," Bulla replied, her gaze soft and focused on the baby.

"You think so too, huh?" Drasna added, her voice warm and affectionate.

"Mil~," the cow responded, nuzzling Allen's tiny hands with her soft muzzle.

"Bulla," Grandma Dracelia continued. "You see, after Allen arrived here, he hasn't had much to eat. So far, he's been eating only on pureed berries and mashed vegetables. Can you give him some of your milk to help him get stronger?"

Bulla tilted her head slightly, as if deep in thought, before her big, expressive eyes gleamed with understanding.

She lowered her body closer, allowing herself to be near the baby. Her maternal instincts kicked in; she could sense the innocence and vulnerability in this little child.

Drasna watched as Grandma Dracelia coaxed the cow to sit, carefully creating a space for Allen to be close. The cow stood still, her movements slow and gentle, as she guided Allen's lips toward her udder.

As the warm, creamy liquid filled Allen's mouth, he instinctively began to suckle, his little eyes widening in surprise.

The sweet, refreshing taste overwhelmed his senses, and a look of realization washed over him. It was then that he understood—this was the precious milk he had been longing for, and it was exactly what he needed to grow stronger.

The moment was peaceful and filled with warmth, a perfect comfort in a world that still felt so unfamiliar to him.