Pokemon Scientist

Time flew, and the days passed in a flurry after the uproar of baby Allen being found, but after a few days, everything began to calm down—albeit just a little.

"Boo boo boo."

The baby's laughter rang through the cozy living room, filling it with warmth.

Grandma Dracelia and Drasna clutched their chests and collapsed at his adorable smile.

"Oh dear, how can a baby be this cute?" Drasna sighed, placing a hand over her heart.

Grandma Dracelia chuckled, shaking her head. "I swear, every time he smiles, it's like the sun coming out after the rain."

Baby Allen, now six months old, was truly a blessing. He was a gentle, cheerful baby who rarely fussed.

He ate well, pooped well, and had no health problems.

Whenever they took him out for a stroll, other grandpas and grandmas would stop to greet them, smiling as they marveled at how easygoing Allen was.

"Our Allen! Our precious boy!" Grandpa Drayton cooed, reaching out to pinch his chubby cheek.

"Aiiiyaaah!" Allen babbled, his tiny arms reaching out for his grandpa.

Allen's bright eyes sparkled with mischief as he giggled, his tiny hands grabbing at Grandpa Drayton's beard.

"Oh, you little rascal!" Drayton laughed, letting Allen tug at his whiskers.

After playing, Allen let out a tiny yawn, rubbing his eyes with his chubby fists. The lively atmosphere softened.

Grandma Dracelia gently patted his tummy as she laid him down in his crib, her touch slow and soothing. As Allen drifted off to sleep, his tiny fingers curled around Grandma Dracelia's hand, holding on even in dreams.

And in that quiet, love-filled room, the world felt just a little bit brighter.

Time passed once again, and—

SLAP!

He turned his head, startled, only to come face-to-face with a pint-sized warrior—complete with wild, wavy blond hair framing her cherubic face, stormy gray eyes filled with a fiery spirit, and cheeks as rosy as they were fierce.

The Sinnoh Champion, Cynthia... Allen's mouth twitched.

With her cheeks puffed up like bright red apples, the little baby girl glared at him, her tiny brows knitted together in fierce determination. It seemed that because he was ignoring her, she had decided to take matters into her own tiny hands.

"Oh my, oh my!" Professor Carolina fretted, unsure whether to laugh or scold.

"Cynthia! Why did you do that?" she exclaimed as she hurriedly pulled Cynthia back, trying hard to stifle her laughter.

But Cynthia wasn't done. With a pout and a fierce glare, she continued her protest, letting out a loud "Aowwaa~waaa!"

Her chubby little fists balled up as she kicked here and there, itching to whack him again. She wiggled like a tiny tornado, ready to unleash her pent-up energy.

Seeing this, Allen quickly rolled to the side, evading the onslaught of tiny fists. He scrambled away, seeking refuge with Bulla.

The gentle Miltank let out a soft "Miiiill~", immediately stood up, and licked Allen's face.

The wet and warm tongue that he had grown accustomed to brought him peace every time he felt it. Bulla nudged Allen with her black, cloven hooves, encouraging him to join in the fun with Cynthia.

Seeing the two little ones, one mischievous and the other not knowing what to do, warmed the hearts of everyone watching.

With no other choice, Dracelia finally called her son-in-law, Haaland, for backup.

Not long after—

"Cream, release Sweet Scent."

"Ma-mii~!"

Milcery twirled in delight, releasing a cloud of pink powder filled with sparkling, light pink particles. The sweet, gentle aroma drifted through the air—like freshly whipped cream and soft vanilla, carrying warmth and comfort with every breath.

Allen inhaled deeply, letting the scent wash over him. It reminded him of something sweet and familiar—like bubblegum, light and happy, as if all his worries were momentarily lifted.

Nearby, Cynthia's eyes widened. Her tiny mouth parted, a single drop of drool escaping as her stomach let out a soft grumble.

She flapped her chubby hands in excitement, completely enchanted by the delicious scent. Then, under Allen's bewildered gaze, Grandma Dracelia had already moved Cynthia beneath Bulla's belly.

Without hesitation, the little girl eagerly crawled forward, latching onto one of the Miltank's udders with blissful satisfaction.

Bulla continued to stand still, letting out a contented "Miii~", her maternal instincts shining as she looked down at the chubby baby happily feeding.

"Are the preparations done?"

Seeing the two babies so preoccupied, Grandma Dracelia and the other local residents finally felt at ease enough to shift their attention elsewhere.

Today, Allen and Cynthia had reached their first birthday, and the village was preparing for their special ceremony.

"Yes, everything is done."

The day of the choosing ceremony finally arrived.

The sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the serene town. People dressed in their finest clothes filled the shrine, their faces beaming with joy and anticipation.

The vibrant colors of their outfits reflected the festive atmosphere, while laughter and chatter filled the air like music.

Allen, however, was not focused on the people circling him, observing him with curiosity like spectators at a zoo. Instead, the sounds of laughter and excitement outside drew his attention.

He watched as children chased each other, giggling with delight as they played with Chingling, its bells ringing harmoniously with their laughter. Nearby, a group of girls jumped rope with a Buneary, its ears bouncing as it effortlessly hopped alongside them.

'This is the Pokémon world!!!' He wanted to roar but couldn't.

Minccino stood at the shrine's entrance, its tiny arms crossed, scolding anyone who dared to enter without removing their sandals. It tapped its little foot impatiently, resembling a miniature security guard enforcing the shrine's rules.

What truly made Allen's heart soar was the sight of his aunt gliding through the air on her Altaria, Tyltalis. She soared gracefully above the crowd, performing aerial tricks that elicited cheers and applause from the townspeople below.

His aunt, Drasna, was a warm and cheerful person—always kind, polite, and delighted to meet new people.

Whenever she went out, she would take Allen along with her. She had a fondness for traditional Draconian-style dresses, often adorning herself with dragon-themed accessories that resembled dragon teeth, just like those seen in the anime.

What blindsided him, however, was the absence of a Mega Ring on her wrist, which she would typically use in battles. Did this mean that Mega Evolution hadn't been discovered yet? Which era was he in?

Seeing Drasna in her elegant Draconian-style dress was already enough to stun Allen, but what truly left him speechless was her husband—Haaland.

The moment Allen laid eyes on him, he nearly choked on his own breath, followed by an overwhelming sense of awe as he couldn't help but admire the man.

Standing tall like a mountain, his long golden hair cascaded like a river of sunlight, framing a chiseled jawline and piercing blue eyes that held the intensity of a battle-hardened warrior. With broad shoulders and an imposing stance, he looked more like a living, breathing depiction of Thor himself.

If Allen could talk right now, he'd bluntly ask, "How many goals have you scored this season?"—straight to the point, no hesitation.

People and their Pokémon gathered around, forming a diverse crowd that reflected the rich tapestry of life in the town. This was a glimpse of what awaited him in this world—excitement and adventure beyond his imagination.

As people busily prepared for the ceremony, decorating the shrine with colorful decorations, Allen lay comfortably on a thick carpet in the middle of the shrine, accompanied by the large Miltank, Bulla. The gentle Miltank affectionately stroked his head.

"I'm glad that Allen is a well-behaved child," Grandma Dracelia thought as she glanced at the baby on the carpet, who was currently gazing outside with wide-eyed wonder.

After the preparations were complete and Cynthia's stomach was full, the family gathered, including Allen. They offered a prayer to show respect to the Creator, the Lord of Time, and the Lord of Space.

Once the prayer was done, the main event began.

In the center of the shrine stood a beautifully adorned table, draped in a vibrant cloth. On it lay a variety of carefully selected items, each symbolizing a potential life path.

A Pokéball represented the path of a Trainer, envisioning the future of a champion.

A Ribbon symbolized grace and creativity, representing a Pokémon Coordinator.

An egg plushie represented the nurturing role of a Pokémon Breeder.

A Berry Basket stood for the path of a Caretaker or Rancher.

A Book symbolized knowledge, representing the pursuit of wisdom and understanding.

A magnifying glass represented the pursuit of science, embodying exploration and discovery.

A briefcase toy symbolized the journey of a businessman, embodying entrepreneurship.

A Fishing Rod toy represented the sea, envisioning a connection to the ocean.

A cookbook represented cooking skills, showing the creativity in making tasty dishes.

A flute symbolized harmony with Pokémon through performance.

A Badge represented the path of diplomacy or politics, signifying leadership.

Only then did Allen truly grasp the meaning of this ceremony.