Pokémon : The Perfect Path

Kanto Region - Pallet town

"Ugh," he groaned, dizziness flooding his mind after the bright light from the incident blinded him. His head throbbed, a dull ache settling in as fragmented memories began to resurface. For a moment, everything was a blur—faces, places, feelings—all rushing back at once, disorienting and overwhelming. Suddenly, the shrill sound of the alarm cut through the haze. "Hoot-thoot, hoot-thoot."

Instinctively, his hand reached out, to his shiny hoot-thoot alarm clock . He felt the familiar shape of it beneath his finger, like it had been there for years. Without thinking, his thumb found its usual spot on the owl's head, pressing down firmly to silence the beeping, as if he'd done it a thousand times before. His eyes remained closed, yet his hand moved as if it had never forgotten this routine.

For a moment, he just sat there, confused by the surge of memories that had returned all at once. His old self, the one who had lived in this moment countless times before, took control of his body. Even with everything coming back, he was still moving on autopilot, like the muscle memory of his past self hadn't missed a beat. But as the alarm fell silent and the room became still once more.

As Velkris slowly blinked awake, his vision adjusting to the unfamiliar yet familiar ceiling above him. Unlike the dim glow of his old PC screen that used to greet him every morning, this room was bathed in the soft golden light of the rising sun filtering through half-open curtains.

As he sat up, his two-toned black-and-golden hair—which resembled Kazutora's from Tokyo Revengers—fell messily over his face. He lazily pushed it back, revealing deep-set, tired yet strangely charming lazy eyes. Back in his previous life, those heavy-lidded eyes were a result of endless nights streaming Pokémon games, but in this one, they came from watching intense Pokémon battles and battle leagues late into the night.

[Image of MC ————–———————👆]

The room itself radiated the energy of a true Pokémon Trainer. Posters of legendary battles lined the walls—, Red's charizard using Dragon Pulse against Blue's blastoise that countered it with Ice beam . A championship bracket chart was tacked onto a corkboard near the desk, filled with scribbled notes on strategies, type matchups, and rival predictions.

The desk was organized yet filled with the essentials—an open Pokédex guide, a few Poké Ball replicas, and a notepad filled with rough sketches of battle plan.

By the bed, a worn-out Pokémon League hoodie was draped over a chair, the emblem slightly faded from use. At the foot of the bed, a travel backpack sat half-packed—a fresh set of clothes, Potions, and a belt with empty Poké Ball slots. The sight made his chest tighten. This wasn't just a fan's collection… this was a real trainer's room.

Slowly, he stood up and caught sight of himself in the mirror. His hair was still a mess, the faint bags under his golden-hued eyes making him look both exhausted and strangely captivating. The face staring back at him was familiar yet different, a reflection of two lives merged into one.

"…So it wasn't a dream."

His gaze flickered to the Pokémon League calendar on the wall, today's date circled in red ink with one phrase written boldly across it—

"The Journey Begins."

"So this is really happening, huh?" Velkris muttered, his voice a mix of shock and excitement. He stood there for a moment, frozen, as the reality of the situation began to settle in. His mind raced with the weight of it all, before he slowly sank down onto the nearby bed, trying to collect his thoughts. His fingers absentmindedly tapped against his leg as he reflected on how his streamer persona, the one everyone knew, seemed to completely overshadow the rookie trainer he once was.

He couldn't help but chuckle at the thought. There were some obvious differences, sure, but at the core, they weren't that far apart. Both versions of himself shared a deep love for Pokémon, a passion that had been with him from the very start. They even had similar tastes—both were captivated by the thrill of discovering new Pokémon and the excitement of training them. Yet, as Velkris sat there, staring off into the distance, he realized that the rookie trainer he once was couldn't compare to the seasoned Pokémon enthusiast he had become.

The naïve excitement of that first adventure had been replaced with a more profound understanding of the world, the creatures, and the challenges ahead. But even with all that growth, he couldn't ignore the strange mix of nostalgia and admiration he felt for the younger version of himself, the one who had stepped into the world with nothing but hope and a desire to catch 'em all. It was strange to think that the passion that started so small had evolved into something so much bigger—and now, it was time for him to live out the ultimate version of his dream.

"Vel, get down here! Breakfast is ready, and you don't want to be late to receive your starter!" His mom's voice echoed up the stairs, filled with a mix of urgency and excitement. She didn't have to remind him, but she did anyway—today was the day he'd been waiting for, the day his journey as a Pokémon Trainer was about to begin.

"Yeah, in a minute, Mom!" Velkris called back, his voice muffled as he rushed around his room, gathering his thoughts. The excitement of the moment hit him all at once, and he couldn't quite contain his energy. His mind raced as he quickly rushed to the bathroom, his heart pounding in anticipation.

He splashed cold water on his face, trying to wake himself up fully, though he knew sleep wouldn't come until much later—there was too much to do, too much to experience. He grabbed a pair of scissors from the counter and quickly cut his hair, making sure it wouldn't block his vision during his travels. His reflection in the mirror stared back at him, and for a second, he felt a sense of disbelief. This was really happening—he was about to leave behind his old life and step into a world filled with new challenges.

[Another One (We the Best fanfic)———👆]

After tidying himself up, he went back to his room and pulled on his clothes—a plain black t-shirt, simple but comfortable, perfect for a long day of adventure. He added a white full-sleeve coat over it, one that felt both practical and stylish paired with black pant and a white belt laden with slots to attach shrinked Poké Balls Finally, he topped off the look with his white hat, emblazoned with the iconic Pokéball symbol in a red-and-white color palette. It was a small touch, but it made him feel ready.

As he finished dressing, he felt a rush of nerves and excitement all at once. This was the first step of his journey, and he wasn't sure exactly what awaited him, but he was ready to find out. He glanced at the clock on his desk—he was running out of time. His mom's voice called up again, this time more insistent.

"Vel, don't make me come up there!"

With a laugh, Velkris took one last look in the mirror, making sure everything was in place, then rushed downstairs. Today was going to be the start of something incredible.

Velkris quickly bolted down the stairs, practically flying toward the dinner table. He barely even registered the smell of the food as he sat down and hurriedly began devouring his breakfast. The excitement was too much for him to contain—today was the day. His mother, however, was less than thrilled by his rush.

"Velkris, slow down!" she called from the kitchen, shaking her head with a smile. "The starters aren't going anywhere. You don't need to eat like you're running out of time."

But Velkris didn't even slow his pace. He stuffed a piece of toast in his mouth, his eyes never leaving the door. He had to hurry. After all, this was no ordinary day—it was the start of his journey. And he knew, from watching the show, that every minute counted. Every second could be the difference between success and failure. He had seen how quickly things could go wrong for rookie trainers in the past. From missteps in choosing the wrong starter to getting caught off-guard by early wild Pokémon encounters, he wasn't going to risk anything.

His mother sighed, standing from the counter to place a cup of juice in front of him. "You act like you're in a race. Take a breath, Vel. No need to rush."

Velkris paused for just a moment, glancing at her with a mischievous glint in his eye. "You know how it is, Mom," he said, his voice low and a little cryptic. "I've seen it all before... in a way."

His mother shot him a curious look but didn't press him further, used to his odd behavior. He finished his meal as quickly as possible, and then, before heading out, he spent a moment with his mother's Pokémon—a Wynaut. He gently rubbed its soft blue body, giving it a few head pats. It cooed happily, rolling over in his hands, enjoying the attention.

Velkris smiled softly as he stood up. "I'll be back soon, Wynaut," he muttered, his tone mysterious. "Don't miss me too much."

With that, he turned toward the door. His mother gave him a warm smile, though there was a hint of concern in her eyes. "Be safe, Vel. Remember, you've got a long road ahead of you."

He nodded, pushing open the door with determination. "I know, Mom. I'm ready."

And just like that, with one last glance back at the home that had shaped him, Velkris stepped outside, his journey officially beginning. The world of Pokémon awaited him, and no amount of rushing or slowing down could change the fact that it was now his turn to make his mark.