The small rabbit-like rhino came down with a shake of its head that sent the overly large ears flapping. Pokeball discharging my chosen partner for this match. That's at least the way I rationalized it to myself.īrock as in the Leader of the Pewter City gym. It would be no different than going to college and getting a new name that other's knew me by, assigned to me. This second life I would treat as an extension with a new name much like a new situation. Another world that, while mundane, was engaging, enjoyable, and mine. In the past, I had another name and another life. Thankfully I'd been able to put my knowledge of the pokemon world to great use. That… had been possible with the occasional hitch. I wanted to live my second life for all that it was worth. I wanted some sleeping Entei to just keep slumbering. Some of which I'm not sure I wanted asked, let alone answered. There was after all a world of difference between the various anime alone, then the games, and finally the manga.Īn equivalent of the anime was perhaps the best outcome for all involved, ergo, me. I'd had to test certain things at the start, such as which iteration of the pokemon world I was in. Enough so that I knew things about the world. I'd easily spent vast amounts of my previous life engaged in the pokemon media. The most simply of things had more to them. Pokemon themselves made up the largest part but the people themselves were more upbeat. There was a romance and a vibrancy to this world. Being reborn into a world of pokemon will do that. That didn't stop me from being caught in the wonder though. Instead, I slowly formed into an overly mature child. Which, considering my new circumstances, would have been wild. I didn't get to meet any almighty being, or anything randomly omnipotent. I didn't get to instantly understand all the memories of my first life upon my insertion.
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