After getting off the bus, Lorze transferred to another one, taking a convoluted and cautious route before finally arriving ho.
He had no choice. He was being targeted, after all, and Trainers were far more dangerous than thugs with guns. It never hurt to be extra paranoid; besides, taking an extra bus ride only cost a few bucks.
Thus, Lorze got ho a bit later than usual. By the ti he arrived, his mother had already gotten off work early and was waiting for him.
After all, her son had suddenly told her he had already caught his Starter Pokémon. She was deeply concerned about this and had to co ho early to check out the situation.
You have to understand, in this current Trainer-dominated era, owning a Pokémon was vastly more important than owning a house or a car. Every single industry was entirely reliant on Pokémon; even doing hard manual labor like moving bricks was done better by Pokémon.
Even when girls were looking for a husband, their first priority wasn't houses or cars anymore, but whether the guy's family owned a Pokémon. No Pokémon ant you couldn't participate in mainstream jobs, which usually guaranteed a pitiful, low-inco life.
If you wanted to make a fucking na for yourself in this society, raising a good Pokémon was absolutely essential.
Back in the day, Mother Lorze couldn't walk the path of a Trainer due to extre poverty. She never got to own her favorite Pokémon, Swablu, which had remained a lifelong regret.
Failing to beco a Trainer, his mother was completely cut off from the mainstream workforce, relegated to doing nial side-jobs for the mainstream industries.
As for her salary... making two or three thousand a month was considered lucky. It was the absolute rock-bottom of society.
Fortunately, she quickly realized that things couldn't go on like this. Just aimlessly surviving day by day ant she'd be stuck at the absolute bottom of society for her entire life.
So, she started using her free ti to teach herself Pokémon breeding knowledge. Eventually, she barely managed to pass the exam for a Breeder sub-class profession: "Pokémon Caretaker," allowing her to just barely scrape the edges of mainstream employnt.
But even so, her monthly inco doubled, jumping from a asly two or three grand to six thousand.
Therefore, Mother Lorze truly understood how incredibly lucrative the Trainer profession was. She was determined to make her child a Trainer, no matter what it took; she absolutely couldn't let her son repeat her tragic regrets.
Originally, she had planned to use her practical work experience to tell her son which Pokémon were highly sought after in daily life. That way, even if he failed to train his Pokémon well for combat, he'd at least be guaranteed a Trainer-related job.
But who could have predicted the kid would secretly go out and catch a Pokémon all by himself?
And he even claid it was a Ralts?
Impossible, right?
Absolutely fucking impossible. How could her son possibly have that kind of god-tier luck?
He must have stubbornly gambled on catching a Gamble Fish and was too afraid to admit it!
She kept lying to herself in her mind, completely terrified of getting her hopes up about him actually catching a Ralts, just in case the inevitable disappointnt crushed her.
However, her action of specifically getting off work early completely exposed the deep, desperate longing hidden in her heart.
Because... what if it actually was a Ralts?
For a Pokémon like Ralts, you didn't even need to train it to be an elite fighter. As long as you successfully guided it through all three evolutionary stages, you would never have to worry about finding a high-paying job!
At the very least, there was always a massive shortage of Psychic-type sparring partners in the battle industry.
Since she worked as a Pokémon Caretaker at a sparring-focused Battle Dojo, she knew this fact crystal clear.
"Mom, I'm ho."
After wandering around outside for ages, Lorze finally confird that he had long shaken off that Scizor Trainer and was just being overly paranoid, so he hurriedly headed back ho.
At this mont, seeing the intense, eager gaze his mother imdiately shot at him, Lorze instantly knew exactly what she was thinking.
But he just smiled faintly, deliberately keeping her in suspense. "Mom, why are you back so early today? Is dinner ready?"
His mother imdiately glared at him and urged impatiently, "Eat my ass, all you know is eating! Where is the Pokémon?!"
Faced with his mother's impatience, Lorze just chuckled, first going to pour himself a glass of water. Finally, under his mother's murderous, I'm-going-to-eat-you-alive glare, he slowly pulled out the Poké Ball and warned, "She's a little scared of strangers, so please don't freak her out, Mom."
"Stop being so damn dramatic and let it out already." Her heart was completely in her throat, waiting in agonizing suspense for the Pokémon to appear.
This was their family's very first Pokémon. Honestly, no matter what it was, she would treat it as family, but she still desperately prayed it was...
"Ralt?"
With a flash of red light from the Poké Ball, a pure white figure materialized right into Lorze's arms.
Finding herself in a strange new environnt, the little Ralts looked incredibly panicked, her tiny eyes anxiously scanning the surroundings.
It wasn't until she looked up at the boy holding her, confirming he was the Trainer she had chosen, that her tense little body finally relaxed a fraction. Then, she anxiously buried her tiny face deep into the boy's chest.
There was only one word for it: timid.
Lorze quickly stroked her little head, soothing her emotions. Probably because that Scizor Trainer had terrified the absolute living shit out of her earlier, she was now completely terrified of seeing strangers.
"Is this... a Ralts?" His mother finally got a clear look at the pure white little figure in her son's arms. She was wildly ecstatic but asked with a tone of utter disbelief.
Was this genuinely a fucking Ralts?
Why did it look completely different from the pictures on the Pokédex App?
Didn't every single Ralts have so green on their head?
Even if it was a Shiny, wasn't it supposed to be slightly blue?
Why the hell was her son's Ralts so... "bizarre"?
Or was this actually a Gamble Fish that had transford into a Ralts?!
Ah, she got it. A Gamble Fish that knows Transform, huh? That's actually pretty rare, too.
"What else could it be besides a Ralts? Do I really look that pathetic to you?" Lorze couldn't help but roll his eyes. Just what kind of loser was he in his mother's eyes? Did he seriously have absolutely zero chance of a Ralts taking a liking to him?
As he spoke, Lorze presented the Ralts in his arms, turning her little face toward his mother while making the introductions. "Ralts, let formally introduce myself. My na is Lorze. And the woman standing right there is my Mom. From now on, we're all one big family."
"Ralt...?" (Mom...?)
Hearing Lorze's introduction, instead of showing any sign of greeting or curiosity, the little Ralts just lowered her head with an incredibly devastated expression.
No, it wasn't just devastation.
Even without seeing her face, Lorze could intensely feel a suffocating wave of profound grief radiating from her heart. Was she having so sort of PTSD trigger to the word "Mom"?
Hold the fuck up, did he literally just hear the Ralts say the word "Mom"?
Holy shit, could he actually understand Pokémon speech?!
Was this the legendary, mystical bond between a Trainer and their Pokémon?!
Wait, that's completely retarded. He didn't even catch the Ralts himself; she literally just chose him out of pure desperation. They didn't have any fucking bond at all!
Then why the hell could he understand what she was saying?
Lorze pondered for a mont and quickly figured out the reason.
Actually, in the half-year since he transmigrated, he'd had this "ability that might or might not be considered a fucking cheat code."
Maybe it was because he possessed the soul of two lifetis, or maybe his transmigration had absorbed the host's ntal energy. His spiritual perception had always been insanely sharp. In simple terms, his senses were ridiculously heightened. He could hear subtle things and see things way clearer than in his past life.
This ability was completely fucking useless in daily life. It's not like soone with 20/20 vision got paid a higher salary than a guy with glasses.
He even assud this was just the baseline biology of people in the Pokémon world. Humans here being a bit superhuman was completely normal, right?
I an, just look at a certain Super Pallet Town kid who could bench press logs.
But he never expected he could clearly perceive the exact aning a Pokémon was trying to convey. He hadn't t a single person around him who could understand Pokémon speech. So this ability actually was a goddamn cheat code?
While he still didn't know what this "cheat" was fully capable of, it was incredibly convenient for daily life. He'd never have to worry about misunderstanding what his own Pokémon was saying.
Yeah, he'd just treat it like a built-in Pokémon translator.
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