Author's Note: Welco you all to the journey of Grey Mallory and the fanfic Commonborn , this note is just to make new readers aware that this fic's writing style is a bit different mostly it is POV based and 99% of the ti from the MC's perspective so if it looks more thoughtprovoking and less adventure like it is by design, that said eventually in the the future chapters from suggestions in comnts, I have started using third POV in battles to make it look like the generic pokemon battles you might have read before.That being said enjoy reading the fic and you are free to engage in the comnt section as long as its positive talks regarding the fic only.Also current moves and pokemon are in pokemon moves chap in auxillary vol. Also do add to collections if you like this fic , it does improve in later chapters.
(Grey's POV)
It has been quite a while since I was born into this world precisely ten years. When I first opened my eyes to the vibrant colors and sounds of Pokémon, I thought I'd be living out my childhood dreams, just like the characters in my favorite shows and gas.
I had assud it would be easy, filled with adventures and battles won with the flick of a Poké Ball. But man, was I wrong. This world was more similar to the manga than the gas. If you haven't guessed it yet, let just say it out loud: I was reborn in the world of Pokémon.
I wasn't born in Pallet Town, nor was I born to a rich noble, an Elite Four mber, a champion, or even a gym leader. No, my parents are common people. My father is a construction worker in Celadon City, and my mother works part-ti at the Celadon perfu store.
That too is only a recent thing. We don't even live in Celadon as the rent prices are quite high, we reside in the outskirts, in a modest little house that feels too cramped at tis. But it's ho.
Every day, I wake up early, the sun barely rising over the horizon, casting a soft glow over our small neighborhood. While the other kids play outside, I sit at our rickety kitchen table, poring over books and notes.
I've been preparing the essentials to beco a Pokémon trainer because at the age of ten, I get the right to be one. But it isn't as easy as the show or the gas made it seem.
Professor Oak still shows bias to Pallet residents when it cos to starter Pokémon, giving them rare and powerful options. I can't bla him, really. He was an ex-champion, and after retiring to beco a professor, he established his lab in Pallet Town.
The locals adore him, and he returns the favor by sponsoring kids from Pallet who reach the age of ten. It's like a lottery that I can never enter.
And then there's the Trainer's Exam—the real gatekeeper in this world. Yeah, there's an exam for trainers to get their license, and it's brutal. The show and gas seem to have skipped it, but in reality, it's a competitive exam where you need to score at least a 30 out of 100 just to pass. Even that feels impossible.
The League doesn't allow just anyone to be a trainer; otherwise, there would be Pokémon abuse, recklessness, and deaths among trainers in this chaotic world. This exam serves as a minimum criterion to prevent that.
For the past few months, I've been preparing for this exam, studying at school and silently in the evenings. I've dedicated almost a year to this preparation, pouring over books, flashcards, and online resources.
A lot of people might think that a reincarnated person like wouldn't need to prepare. Shouldn't I know it all? Wrong. The world is more real than any ga, and the questions are so complicated that even an adult could struggle.
The exam has two formats: a written test and a battle format. The written exam is out of 200 points, covering basics that should be enough for a typical kid to pass.
But to excel, I have to grasp a variety of concepts like Pokémon law, dical knowledge, genetics, history, geography, and moves.
I've even chard my way into borrowing books from Celadon's Nurse Joy and Officer Jenny, who maintain a wealth of knowledge at their centers. They see my innocent, kid-like face and can't say no, allowing to take books ho or study at the center.
But every bit of knowledge cos at a cost. The syllabus isn't concrete; two consecutive years of papers can be wildly different. For laws, I sotis ask Jenny or read information from law books, and even bug other officers for tips.
It's a hassle, but I learn to work with what I have. My parents aren't affluent—quite the opposite, really. I often have to beg or borrow materials. They support my ambition, but I can't trouble them for more. Food is a daily struggle, and I don't want to add to their worries.
Sotis, I manage to get my hands on books from Joy herself for other subjects. One book by Professor Westwood, the guy who provides info for the Pokédex in the ani, is a treasure. I could guarantee it would help crack at least ten questions on the quiz—knowledge worth its weight in gold.
As the exam approaches, I feel a knot of anxiety tightening in my stomach. The pattern is unpredictable. I want to be in the top one percentile; just getting above 30 might land a common Pokémon like Caterpie or Rattata.
Sure, all Pokémon can beco strong, but I want to secure the best possible start with the resources I have.
Then, in the last week before the exam, an announcent shook everything. This year, the Elite Four would sponsor the top four trainers with a Pokémon of their choice.
The possibilities were endless; we could get anything, and it would at least be one of their types—ice, fighting, ghost, or dragon. My heart raced. I was getting more nervous and excited at the sa ti. I had a shot at starting out better than most.
Most candidates do receive Pokémon from the League, but they aren't the best. Gym leader-sponsored trainers or company-sponsored trainers have far superior Pokémon.
For the League to offer sothing for regular kids like felt like a glimr of hope—a chance to rise above the ordinary.
As I walk to the examination center, my mind races. What if I don't pass? What if I ss up? But deep down, I know I've done everything I can. I've studied hard, and this is my mont to prove that even soone like , born in the outskirts, can beco a great Pokémon trainer.
The exam hall looms ahead, and I take a deep breath, steeling myself for the challenge. No matter the outco, I'm ready to fight for my dreams.
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