Everyone has their guilty pleasure, and mine was watching all the matches of my favorite Pokémon Trainers. My favorite was Peter Walters, an up-and-coming twenty-one-year-old who had won the Pokémon Championship three years ago and was starting to see his career shine. His matches were televised on prime time slots and most girls were enchanted with his devilishly smile, but not me. No, I was enchanted by the way he commanded his Pokémon with such an imposing presence that almost made me wish I had been born as his Pokémon, a Pokémon of a champion. I particularly would've wished to have been born as Grace, the gardevoir who once took down Ryan Harris's mightyena in a semi-finalist match. Such Pokémon was given such delicate care, such specialized training, that I couldn't help but feel––

I heard the stairs creak and I sunk deeper into the couch, hoping that the brown leather would hide me. My dad squirmed slightly in his seat and shot me a confused look, to which I only replied with a finger on my lips.

"What are you doing watching battles at this time? You're supposed to be asleep!"

I groaned and punched the couch in my frustration. "Mom!"

Dad chuckled and lowered the volume of the television, much against my pleas. Now I wasn't going to be able to hear Peter Walters in all his almighty glory! "Aw, c'mon Sam! Let her have some bonding time with her daddy!"

"Brian, you know very well she has orientation tomorrow."

Walters ordered his starmie, Ruby, to hydro pump Gregor Dupont's excadrill, Mercer, the minute the sandstorm subsided. Honestly, I was surprised Ruby had survived considering Mercer was abusing Sand Rush and his awesome attack stat, but then again, Ruby was a veteran meanwhile Dupont had just added Mercer to his team.

"She isn't even paying attention!"

"I'm watching the match! Oh! Critical!"

Dad hummed in agreement. "Mercer's out. Man, I really had it going for Dupont."

I grinned triumphantly when the referee called that Mercer was unable to continue, forcing Dupont to withdraw the excadrill from battle. A five-minute break ensued, which happened every time a Pokémon fainted to allow both trainers to rethink their strategies. This was a special rule of the Diamond Cup Tournament, luckily, because honestly I hated having interruptions in my matches.

"You two aren't really paying attention to me, are you?"

Dad sighed and put the TV on mute, then turned to stare at me. "Are you going to wake up by nine and be on time to your orientation?"

I nodded enthusiastically, the perfect picture of a girl about to decide her future classes. "Yes, Daddy."

He turned to Mom and shrugged at her, giving the she-has-given-her-word look. Really, even though he could be such a downer sometimes, when it came to watching Pokémon matches, he was always on my side.

Mom sighed and shook her head. "At least turn on the light, you creatures of darkness. You're going to be blind."

"Of course we're not," I retaliated, but I didn't object when she turned on the light, even though it was hard getting used to it.

I heard her go to the kitchen and start washing the dishes, a task that she usually delegated to us, but today she decided to give us a break from the household chores. "Hey, did you feed Larry?"

"It's Paul's turn to do it."

"He said it was your turn."

I hummed, looked at the countdown to the start of the match, and decided I would rather feed Larry than fight with Paul and possibly miss some Walters action. Larry was our family's lombre, which we had caught as a lotad the minute we moved to Hoenn. Sure, we regretted catching him five days later, but by then my dad was adamant in keeping him, something to do with making us stand by our decisions or some other parent bullshit. That and he must've become attached to him, otherwise he wouldn't have made the enormous effort to take him with us when we moved out of Hoenn.

Larry was usually found lazing by our swimming pool. Like the stereotypical lazy Pokémon, he didn't do much and always preferred to be around water sources. Not that my family minded. We pitied our neighbors two doors down who owned two lillipups, especially when we heard them yapping all day. Bless their souls, but maybe this would teach them not to bend to their children's whims to easily.

The lombre saw me open the glass door which separated our house from outside and greeted me with a slow groan, not even daring to move a single inch. I took the pokéblock bag from our hiding spot and went to his feeding bowl, which was conveniently located right next to him.

"Larry, you lazy fuck, look at all the moving I have to do for you," I grumbled, glaring at him even though he literally gave no shits. As in, he just groaned again and started eating, ignoring me completely. "The least you could do is say thank you." He kept eating. "Fine, be that way. I'll go watch Ruby rip Dupont into tiny pieces."

I came back just in time to see the next match start. I launched myself into my spot next to my dad, making myself comfortable in the cocoon I created.

"Have you put some thought into your major yet, Alice?"

"What."

"I said––"

"Yeah, Mom, I heard you. It's just that you asked me that question yesterday."

"I know. And I'm asking again because you didn't give me an answer."

Sometimes I wish I hadn't used the excuse that I couldn't hear her over the sound of running water, but my parents knew by now I had an exceptionally good hearing. And it didn't help that my dad also gave me an expectant stare, as if he was tired of waiting for an answer as well. "I don't know, Mom."

"You're not thinking about becoming a Pokémon Trainer still, right?"

"Nooo, of course not."

"Alice."

I groaned when Dad turned off the TV, effectively ruining my dreams of watching Ruby rip Dupont into tiny pieces. "Why'd you do that!"

"Because we're more worried about your future than you are," he replied with a frown, his brown eyes turning hard. "Alice, we entertained the thought when you were still a kid and battles were harmless fun, but it's time to grow up and face real life."

"Battling is real life too," I replied with a pout.

Mom stopped washing dishes and came to stand in front of us with her trademark motherly pose. It made me feel slightly guilty knowing my mom looked so haggard because of me. "Do you know how hard the life of a Pokémon Trainer is, Alice? They don't start earning any real money until they're as big as your Walty––"

"Walters," both Dad and I corrected automatically.

She shot us both an annoyed look. "Walty and Dupan or whatever their names are. You literally live off from what you make of the battles, and if you win. You know how hard it is to become successful."

I pointed at the screen, which was showing the faces of the fervent fans with their shirts that bore the faces of their idols. "But look what happens to those who become successful! Look how loved they are! Look how many people talk about them and their Pokémon!"

Dad sighed and placed a heavy hand on my head. "That head of yours is worth more than all those Pokémon and all those fans. We're not good for battles, Alice, we never were and we never will. But we're good at math and science and studying. Say, do you think our lives are bad, your mom's and mine?"

I observed both of them, really studied their features as well as what their eyes said, and was tempted to say that yes, their lives were bad compared to what I wanted. My dad was a chemical engineer focused on purifying water, and he traveled to many places to install his system as well as to do maintenance. My mom was a math teacher who, though she loved her students, detested her job and the paycheck. Plus, I could see she hated doing most of the housework, even though both Paul and I helped out a lot. They had decent lives, yes, but they were no Red or Steven Stone, breathing legends who had everything they could ever wish.

"No, they're not bad," I lied convincingly.

Dad smiled and ruffled my hair. "There you go. You're a smart girl, Alice. It would be such a waste to see those smarts wasted in a sport like battling." Well, there's a lot of strategizing involved in Pokémon battling, so being smart would certainly help. "Plus, these people are geniuses. The strategies they come up with plus the way they connect with their Pokémon is nothing short of brilliant. These are geniuses of battles, Alice, and, in that area, we haven't given you the genes to be a genius in Pokémon battling. It simply isn't in our blood. Do you think you could've made a starmie beat a Sand-Rushed excadrill?" I shook my head and felt my heart sink at the knowing smile that lit my father's face. "No matter how much training you could've done, it would be impossible for you, my dear."

"Fine, fine, fine, I understand. I won't become a Pokémon Trainer and I'll study something that will make both of you proud."

Mom sat next to me and put a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Oh, honey, you don't have to think about us, think about your happiness and what you want to be." I screamed internally, so loud that my lungs rattled. "We'll always stand by your decisions. After all, how many people can claim they entered Oakwood University?"

Oakwood University was a prestigious private university renowned for its Pokémon Research program as well as its advancements in thermonuclear energy. Honestly, I wanted to go to Scarlet University, the university with the best Pokémon battling program, but I found out I wouldn't have made it into the battling department so I discarded that option myself without the help of my parents.

Now, the cool thing about Oakwood was that it was located in Rustboro City, in Hoenn, another region. I would have to move out and live by myself for the next semester. That and Rustboro had its own gym, which meant that I could enjoy some home matches from hopeful Trainers. Who knows, maybe I could say I watched the next big star's first battle!

The orientation my mom was nervous I wouldn't be able to attend was a primary one, and not even the important one. We would simply go there to ask about classes and get some information from the professors from some alumni. Honestly, I could've registered for classes online, but I didn't want to go into a class without knowing who would be in it. However, Mom still thought it would be the end of the world if I was late to it, and it would take too much time to explain to her that we were safe.

Walters KO'ed Dupont's support vaporeon with his Choice-Scarf magnezone, effectively ending the match. I wasn't even in the mood to cheer to the fact that this meant Walters was undefeated after thirteen matches, but I managed to cheerfully say goodnight to my parents.

Maybe in ten years I would be glad about this conversation, but I sure as hell wasn't right now.

I sighed and turned up the volume on my music the moment I saw more people board the train. Two girls in particular caught my interest, only because they were wearing Oakwood's shirt. So they either were alumni or they would be my classmates in one month. Even though I had promised myself I would try to strike some conversations during the orientation, seeing them so giddy and focused on their conversation dissuaded me from even approaching them. It must be nice to have a friend go to the same university, after all.

My friends had all decided to stay home. It was a wise decision, since it was cheaper, but it still sucked for me. I would be going to the local Richland University had I not gotten an amazing scholarship from Oakwood, which made attending Oakwood cheaper than Richland. There were some sacrifices from my part, of course, namely working a part-time job in the university's library to pay off a little bit of the loan, but I was fine with that.

The train stopped and I immediately exited, knowing this was my stop. Richland was big enough to have its own subway system, but the stations' floors were coming off and the signs of the street signs sometimes didn't match the real street signs, effectively making them obsolete. Thus, sometimes Frederick was the name of the stop, for Frederick Street, but you actually got out at Greens Ave. Annoying, yeah, but the municipality had bigger problems to work on, like the remnants of Team Rocket.

Both Champion Red and Champion Crystal had done their best to drive Team Rocket from Kanto and Johto, but the other surrounding regions became their escape. Even though the threat wasn't as big now and the crooks were laughing matter compared to the old Team Rocket, they were still a nuisance to our police force.

I disconnected my earbuds from my phone and hid them away in my shorts's pocket. Richland could get really cold in the winter, but summer was a humid bitch. Wearing jeans in July was both health and social suicide. In that area, it would be a bit harder to get used to Hoenn, also called the Land of the Eternal Summer. Then again, Hoenn was close to the sea, so maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

Locating the place of the orientation wasn't hard at all, judging by all the Oakland insignias and flags and big cardboard sign which read "Welcome Freshmen!" Well, I wouldn't feel very welcome unless they gave me food, to be honest.

Students were already gathered inside, conversing with each other or eating by themselves in one of the tables set up. I went to the check-in table and got my Oakwood shirt and my name tag. I dashed to the buffet table and got a chocolate muffin with some orange juice and a cinnamon roll. God knows I love cinnamon rolls. Bless Oakwood.

A woman clapped her hands and everyone in the room shifted their gazes to her. "Welcome, future Oakwood Rangers!" Yes, our mascot was a Ranger. I hated Pokémon Rangers. "I'm so happy to see how many people will be joining our wonderful network four years from now."

She started babbling about her amazing time at Oakwood and all the things she had done and all the people she had met and blah blah blah. I just continued eating my cinnamon roll and tried to figure out how to eat my muffin without leaving bread crumbs on the floor. I was a very messy eater, but I didn't want my future classmates to know that just yet. Gotta keep appearances, after all.

"And now, I leave you to explore the room and the people in it. Please, don't hesitate us and ask questions! We would be delighted to help you out. If you're ready to register for classes, please go to the other room. We will help you choose the classes that best suit your chosen major."

And just when she finished, I finished my muffin without a single crumb landing on my thighs or the floor. Biggest accomplishment of the day, right there. Nothing I do could top that.

I stood up and looked around the conference room. Most of the students had already gone to register for classes, but some of them were mingling and talking with some of the alumni, asking about department professors as well as future career options.

The nearest trash can was on the other side of the room, much to my disappointment. Ah, well, it was next to the desserts table, so maybe that wasn't such a bad thing.

"Well, you're very lucky indeed. Our Pokémon Research major requires all of their students to obtain at least one gym badge to become a sophomore."

I skidded to a stop and stared at the alumni and student talking to each other as if they had just told me the secret to finding Mew. "Excuse me, can you repeat that?"

The boy, who looked about my age, and the alumni man both turned to me at the same time, surprised to see someone had been listening to their conversation. The alumni quickly snapped out of it and grinned at me. "Why yes, sure. Are you interested in Pokémon battles?"

"Yes," I replied quickly.

"Zach here was just asking about that too," he said, motioning to Zach. The boy smiled sheepishly and avoided eye contact with me, instead focusing on the alumni. Smooth, Zach, very smooth. "I know how popular Pokémon battles are in people your age. Even though Oakwood doesn't have a battling team, we are one of the only universities in Hoenn which offers the Pokémon Research major, though it's one of the best in all the regions. Earning a gym badge isn't hard at all, considering that we have a gym in our own city. This requirement is used to prove that you're able to handle and understand Pokémon, but I see that you won't mind it at all."

"Is it only one gym badge or can we continue?"

The alumni's dark eyes widened, not expecting that question. "Well, you could continue, but not many students do it. There's no need, after all."

"So, let's say that, theoretically, a student decides to aim for the Elite Four meanwhile studying Pokémon Research. Theoretically, of course. Is that possible?"

"Uh, I don't think anyone has tried it."

"Is it possible? Theoretically, I mean," I asked again, a bit more forcefully. Both Zach and the alumni looked surprised, and the poor boy started to look a bit uncomfortable.

The alumni broke eye contact with me and scratched the back of his head. "Well, yeah, but I don't think it would help your grades. And, if you have a scholarship, you might lose it if your grades fall."

That sentence alone should dissuade any sane student, but, then again, I am no sane person. "Okay, I'll keep that in mind."

"Don't tell me you're actually thinking about doing it."

"I'm not thinking about doing it; I am."

Zachary looked at me as if I'd grown a second head, meanwhile the alumni shook his head in exasperation. "Okay, ruin your life, kid. Hey, Zach, are you done?"

"Um, yeah. Thank you for everything."

"Sure, no problem," he said amicably, then stormed off, muttering something about kids these days. Well, old fart, sorry if you aren't smart enough to pull it off.

I smirked and was about to head straight to the registration room when a soft voice called me. "Hey, you're not thinking about actually doing that, right?"

I turned around and stared at Zach, surprised to see worry in his blue eyes. "Doing what?"

"Aiming to get a chance to beat the Elite Four. You're joking, right?"

"Of course not. It's been my dream since I was seven to become a Pokémon Trainer."

"Why not go for Scarlet, then? They specialize in Pokémon battles."

"What's it to you?" I asked, annoyed. "If I go around and screw my life, why do you care."

Zach frowned and crossed his arms. "I don't care right now, but, if you're really choosing Pokémon Research as your major, we're bound to be classmates."

"Less competition for you in finding a career."

"That's not the point. I–– argh, just… Whatever. I'm leaving."

He walked off to the soda fountain, and I would be lying if I said I didn't feel a bit guilty in blowing him off like that. Kid was just trying to look after me, that's all. But still, I was a big girl and I could make big girl decisions now. My parents want me to have a legitimate career? Fine, I will show them the sheet saying my major is Pokémon Researcher, then they couldn't complain by saying I wasn't using my brains for anything.

Maybe I just need to get this urge to get Pokémon battles out of my system, but until I do, I will become a low-life Pokémon Trainer.

My plane landed at Rustboro International Airpot and I felt as if I just completed a giant step in my life. My parents and Paul had seen me off, two sad and one excited to have another room to work with, but I knew I would see them often so there was no use in getting sad. They had been ecstatic to find out I was becoming a Pokémon Researcher, surprisingly, saying that Pokémon had been, and always will be, humanity's greatest helpers. To find out more about them was a noble task.

Ha, if only they knew the real reason why I was doing this.

Getting all my luggage was a hassle, but not completely unbearable. Getting to the university was also expensive, but Oakwood was really far away so I couldn't be mad at the taxi driver (and the taximeter didn't lie). Seeing all the students welcoming us was nice, but all I could think of was getting into my room and taking a long bath.

Oh, and meeting my roommate, but that was second on my list.

"Hey, where are you going?"

I blinked and stared at the upperclassmen who had yelled at me. "Um, going upstairs?"

The brunette grinned and beckoned me over. "You still need your ID, freshie. You can't do much without your ID?"

"What's it for?"

"You didn't read the instructions?"

"Who does?"

The upperclassman cocked her head to the side and nodded slowly. "True, very true. Well, your ID is your best friend from now on. It holds your lunch money and, if you're interregional, it serves as your identification in Hoenn. Plus it's like you have university status, which is a big thing in this city, so you get some discounts and stuff."

"Perks, cool."

We approached a counter with an old lady behind it. Her eyes were narrowed and I could see her shoulders shaking, no doubt irritated by the onslaught of incoming freshman demanding for their identification amongst other things. "Name?" she asked in a monotone.

"Alice White."

She starting searching something behind the counter and her eyes lit up slightly when she found my card. She examined the picture and my face, confirming that I was indeed Alice White, and handed me the card. The card was a royal blue and a silver oak tree was covered almost the whole card, only interrupted by my picture and the name ALICE WHITE in the bottom. "Have a nice day," she said, a bit more amicably than what I expected.

I turned to my side and was surprised to see the brunette upperclassman still waiting besides me. "Can I go now?"

She giggled and nodded. "I'm Rachel, by the way."

"I'm Alice."

"I know, I know, I was here, remember? Anyway, Alice, if you have any questions, I'm staying in the fourth floor in room 6. Make sure to drop by sometime, okay?"

I smiled. "Sure, thanks!"

Tugging my luggage by myself proved impossible, so I asked some of the welcoming crew to help me out, which they did quite happily. Luckily, my room the first one in the second floor, so I didn't have to wait around or haul the bags too much. The guys left my luggage in front of my door and wished me luck when they left, making me feel slightly warm and at home.

I knocked on the white door and tried to contain my excitement to see my roommate. Okay, yes, I was very excited to meet my roommate, as much as I had tried to deny it earlier.

The door opened, revealing nobody inside. I almost had a heart attack when I heard an aipom cheer in the floor.

"Lily! What have I told you about opening the door!" a flustered, high-pitched voice exclaimed from somewhere inside the room. A redhead soon appeared in front of the door, her black shirt a bit crumpled and her smile sheepish. "Hi! Sorry about that; Lily likes opening doors. I'm Marie! Are you my roommate?"

I nodded. "I'm Alice, nice to meet you."

Marie saw the bags behind me and said, "Oh, let me help you with those! C'mon, Lily, you take that small one."

Lily cheered and used her tail to get the handle of my smaller bag. We each took one of the bigger ones and dragged them in. We placed them at the foot of my bed, a bit haphazardly but who cared about cleanliness right now? "How long ago did you come here?" I sat down at the edge of my bed and observed Lily and Marie folding her clothes.

"Oh, very long ago. I'm local, you see."

"So you must have a lot of friends here, then?"

Marie giggled and stopped folding her clothes to look at me. "No, not really. Most of them left Rustboro for Petalburg because it's cheaper. What about you?"

"I'm interregional, so they're very far away."

"Ah, well there's this certain charm in being alone. You get to be whoever you want to be, after all. What are you majoring in?"

I started to unpack my bags, but I made sure to make it seem as if I was still very invested in the conversation. "I plan to become a Pokémon Researcher. No, that's a lie, I don't know what I want to be, but I just want to have a taste of Pokémon battling. I want to have a journey."

"A journey?" Marie asked, surprised. "Didn't you have yours when you were ten?"

Well, like any normal child, I should've had a taste of traveling with Pokémon at age 10. It was a simple rite of passage: go to the next city by yourself with your Pokémon. That was it, you didn't even have to pull a Red and become the youngest Pokémon Champion (besides Blue). "No, my parents thought that was stupid," I replied bitterly. "The only exposure I've had to Pokémon was when my brother caught a lotad. He didn't even let me hold the ball afterwards. So I want to try my luck at the Elite Four Challenge. I don't even want to participate in the Championship Tournament."

Both Marie and the aipom sat down on the bed, looking at me curiously. "Hm, well I don't think Oakwood is the best place to achieve your dream. I mean, even if Pokémon Research is not obscenely hard like our astrophysics program, it's still not a walk in the park. How do you pretend to continue studying and also try for the Elite Four?"

I smirked. "Very interesting question. I've got a plan, but I just need the approval of one of my professors. Just one. I will masquerade the Elite Four Challenge as a research opportunity."

"And just how are you going to do that?"

Three professors were sitting in front of me, staring at the freshman with boredom and impatience. I was surprised that they had even accepted my request so early to see them, but knowing Oakwood and the little amount of students they had, they probably had more free time than I had previously expected.

"I have an idea for a research opportunity," I started, my voice strong despite the nervousness inside. "It will, however, require time as well as an absence from the university and I need your backing."

"And what is this idea, White?" my Pokémon Anatomy and Physiology professor, Edgar Joy, asked, slightly more interested than the rest of his colleagues.

"I want to document the changes in the psychology, physiology, and anatomy of Pokémon as they travel with a Pokémon Trainer. For years, we've been baffled as to how the Pokémon of Champions do the stuff they do, and we attribute it to various theories. There are differences in their bodies and power, that is for sure, but just how did these differences arise?

"I noticed the only person to have ever done something like this is Professor Oak, the founder of our institution, but that was fifty years ago, when we didn't know much about Pokémon, we didn't have much technology, and he was confined to only the Kanto region. I want to continue his legacy."

The three professors started murmuring with each other, now obviously intrigued. I had wisely chosen professors who were interested in Pokémon to back my "research project". The woman to the left, Margaret Anderson, had been working extensively with Professor Rowan of the Sinnoh region to find out more about Pokémon evolution, but so far they hadn't had much success. Since evolution was a natural consequence of training (for some unknown reason), I was sure she would be interested.

The man sitting my right was James Hans, and though he was now teaching me Interregional History, I knew he had an interest in legendary Pokémon. A bit childish, if you ask me, but it could only play in my advantage right now. The only people to have ever had contact with legendary Pokémon (supposedly) are Pokémon Trainers. Some Trainers even own a legendary, but those are usually rumors, since the Trainers don't like having their friends under too much pressure.

Lastly, I knew Joy was a shoo-in for his support. Pokémon changed so much in a Trainer's journey, and unfortunately we never had a Pokémon Researcher walking next to a Pokémon Trainer to see the changes in real time. However, Professor Oak had been a Researcher and a Trainer at the same time, and now he was the most famous Pokémon Researcher in the world.

"Very well," Anderson began, her voice a bit scratchy from age. "Say we do offer our support for this experiment. What information will you give us?"

"Plus, of course, how are you going to continue with your studies?" Hans added.

Luckily, I've had two weeks to prepare for these questions. "I plan on documenting my Pokémon every day and I'm even willing to give them up to you after finishing the experiment for further study." In other words, give them my Pokémon once I'm done with my Elite Four Challenge.

"Provided that they're alive," Joy interjected, his voice hard.

Pokémon death was an unfortunate byproduct of Pokémon battles sometimes. Sure, it was rare, since fights to the death had been banned in all the regions over fifty years ago, but accidental killings, especially from inexperienced trainers with strong Pokémon, were bound to happen. "…Yes, if they're alive."

"And then there's the matter of your personal integrity," Hans continued. "Pokémon Trainer deaths are in an all-time low, but there's still a percentage of deaths in the lower tens, I believe."

"I'm ready to sign a contract saying that whatever happens to me is completely unaffiliated with the university."

"Will you need a parent signature?"

"I'm a legal adult, so, no."

All of the professors sighed at the same time, and the action elicited a chuckle from the three of them. They all looked at me with slight respect, more than I could've fathomed from the moment I asked for this audience.

"I will hand it to you, what you're doing is not easy. Most Pokémon Researchers are Researchers because they detest the outdoors and battles," Joy finished with a chortle.

"As for the studies," Anderson said with a hidden smile. "We are your only three instructors for this semester, correct?" I nodded. "Well, we're willing to let you submit your coursework online. Tests must still be done at Oakwood, but we will warn you with a week of anticipation so that you can show up."

Those were the words I've been waiting to hear, the big break I had been waiting for. How many college students were simultaneously Pokémon Trainers? Almost none. Sure, I was starting the game a bit late, but that didn't matter.

My dad always told me that the White family had no luck and no great talent in sports like Pokéathletics or Pokémon Training, but we had a good brain and worked hard for what we wanted. I wasn't doing this to prove him wrong, but rather to prove to myself that someone with almost no talent and experience in Pokémon battles could go far.

That, of course, was still to be decided, but I had no doubt that it will happen.

After all, what could go wrong?

Welcome to Veritas In Iuventute (VII), or, in English, In Youth There Is Truth. This is a kinda self-insert, and I say kinda because I don't fully associate myself with the OC in some areas. As you may have noticed, this is not the usual Pokémon world, as I have borrowed a bit from the games, anime, real life, and from manga, in the future to create VII.

VII has some nuzlocke elements, and it won't be a completely happy story, but I do promise it will be entertaining. I will use Bulbapedia statistics as well as random assignment to see which Pokémon are going to be caught to make it fair.

The rest... Well, I adore Pokémon with a passion but update speeds will depend on the response, considering that I have other pending stories. Either way, this one is a tribute to ORAS so the plot and characters will be inspired by RSE, but I will not limit myself to only Hoenn.

Disclaimer: I do not own any Pokémon, concepts, etc. Those belong to Nintendo. Artwork not mine, either.

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