I'm a Pokémon Master from School City (by mistake)

I'm a Pokémon Master from School City (by mistake)

Author: Your Highness's Little Er

Summary:

(Two chapters daily, 3,000 words each, quality guaranteed.)

Mikoto vaguely remembered what happened before she was knocked down by a yellow rat.

A strange girl appeared before her and asked, "Are you a time traveler? A reincarnator? A reborn person?"

"What is the sum of the large hammer and small hammer in the Imperial Jade Liquor wine?"

"In her previous life, the Empress was besieged by several traitors and ultimately perished, but she was reincarnated with memories of her past life?"

"Because he was betrayed by his friend and died in agony after having his kidney cut off, he was then reborn back to his first day of junior high school?"

"You don't even know what will happen tomorrow! You have no right to try and get close to me!"

Wait a minute! Shouldn't it be about becoming a Pokémon Master or something?! Ah! No, that's not right either! This is Academy City! Why are there Pokémon here?!

Foreword: This transfer student is a bit strange

"Have you heard?" "Yes, I have. There's a transfer student!" "What's so strange about that? Didn't we already have one transfer student this year?" "That one transferred at the beginning of the semester, this one just transferred."

The Tokiwadai school building was unusually lively today, with students gathering in twos and threes to talk about something.

"A transfer student~"

In the second-grade classroom, the girl with brown and glasses said with a hint of curiosity but also in a very calm tone, "Transferring schools at this time is indeed a bit unusual, but there's no need to make such a fuss, is there?"

"sister!"

The speaker was a pink-haired girl. Her voice was unique, carrying a hint of anxiety and strange emotions. She crossed her arms and said with some dissatisfaction, "This is Academy City! And this is Tokiwadai. Transferring here is extremely difficult!"

The girl, who was called "Big Sister," seemed completely oblivious to these complaints, her gaze drifting somewhat as she looked out the window.

It would be a lie to say she wasn't curious about the transfer student, but why?

Why do I feel uneasy? The girl looked out the window, her anxiety growing stronger.

Why? Why do I feel uneasy and anxious ever since I heard about the transfer students?

When I first heard the rumors about the transfer student, I was a little curious, but I felt more uneasy and anxious, especially now that I know for sure that there is a transfer student and that the transfer student is about to arrive. This feeling is even stronger now.

Why is it?

"Big sister!" Seeing the brown-haired girl lost in thought again, the pink-haired girl became even more upset.

She stood up and said, "Although Kuroko doesn't mean any harm to the new senior, her sudden transfer is really suspicious. Putting aside the transfer test and stuff, Kuroko heard that person's ability is called something like 'Dream Romance.' Just hearing that name gives me the creeps—'Dream Romance.' Kuroko doesn't usually assume the worst about others, but this ability sounds like it's spying on their privacy..."

As she spoke, Hei Zi's voice gradually faded, and the person in front of her seemed to have completely drifted off to who-knows-where.

At first, I was taken aback and a little angry, but then some thoughts that were hard to put into words came to mind, and I started to act strangely.

"Big sister~ Hehehe~ Big sister~ Are you even~ Hehehehe~ listening to Kuroko~ If you don't answer~ Kuroko will~ Hehehehe~ personally wake you up~"

As he spoke, Kuroko pounced like a kitten, slamming his cheek into the barren hill and rubbing it frantically, making all sorts of incomprehensible noises.

The girl was taken aback at first, then her face turned bright red, her entire face as red as a half-ripe tomato.

"Hey, you bastard!!! You better behave yourself!"

With a series of crackling sounds, blue lightning suddenly erupted from the girl's body.

"Oh, oh, oh~ Ah~ This is the whipping that my older sister loves!"

"Quiet down!" Suddenly, a female teacher wearing glasses burst into the classroom and silenced everyone.

A small farce suddenly unfolded in Tokiwadai, and was then suppressed without causing any disturbance, except in the office of a second-year teacher.

The second-year homeroom teacher held the student's file and carefully examined the girl in front of her. She looked a little like she had seen a ghost, looking at the file carefully and then at the girl in front of her carefully. After looking at her back and forth for a long time, she said uncertainly, "Misaka Chiyo?"

Sitting in front of the homeroom teacher was a girl with brown hair and glasses.

Her posture was quite elegant, with her legs together, her hands crossed on her lap, and her upper body sitting upright. She looked very ladylike.

His face was cold and indifferent, without even the slightest hint of a smile.

It doesn't match a lady's sitting posture at all.

"Is there something wrong with my name?" The girl named Chiyo's voice was icy cold. Not only cold, but also wary and distrustful. Upon closer inspection, Chiyo's posture, though ladylike, was somewhat unnatural, her muscles tense as if she were about to move at any moment.

The tone of voice made him sound like a frightened leopard cub, ready to pounce and fight at any moment.

"Don't be so nervous." The homeroom teacher had already noticed Chiyo's strange behavior; it was the first time she had ever seen a girl so wary.

She tried to make her words sound gentle and reassuring, saying, "It's a very nice name. I just wanted to ask what your relationship is with Misaka Mikoto."

Upon hearing this, the girl's pupils contracted, and her entire body involuntarily trembled. But she quickly regained her composure, her expression becoming even more rigid, and her voice growing colder as she said, "I don't know her. First time hearing this. Is there a problem?"

'lie!'

The homeroom teacher immediately offered his opinion, saying that such an obvious change was visible to anyone who wasn't blind.

However, seeing the girl's behavior just now, I understood a little better. No wonder, she had to sneak in like a thief during class time, even though she had passed the transfer test openly and honestly.

"Never mind." The homeroom teacher put away the materials, glanced at his watch, and then heard a series of ringing bells outside.

She stood up and said, "Classmate, you don't seem to be good at lying at all, and lying is not a good thing. The teacher doesn't want to ask too much about you, but you must get along well with your classmates at school."

"This is the most basic requirement your teacher has for you. Now come with me to meet your future classmates and friends."

Chiyo's expression relaxed slightly. Although she still looked cold, she no longer seemed as tense as before. She seemed to be trying to adjust her expression to make it look less indifferent, but after trying to force a smile that looked worse than a grimace, she gave up.

Chiyo stood up and appeared quite forthright, saying, "I only promise not to make the first move."

'Why...'

The teacher wanted to say something, but ultimately said nothing; all her thoughts could only turn into a sigh of sorrow.

It seems that the second year is going to be unstable, and I can only do my best to fulfill my responsibilities as a homeroom teacher.

"Let's go."

The teacher led Chiyo towards the classroom. Chiyo followed behind the teacher, each step feeling heavy, yet the more she walked, the calmer she felt. As she walked with the teacher to the classroom door, she could already hear the chattering discussions inside.

It seems that no matter the world or the place, students are all the same as everyone else, as long as there are no teachers.

"Wait at the door for a moment."

The teacher didn't take Chiyo directly into the classroom but instead asked her to wait at the door while she opened the door and went in herself.

"Misaka-san."

Misaka Mikoto stood out in the classroom; she was the only one not joining the discussion about the transfer student. When the teacher entered, giving her and the door a meaningful look, Mikoto's unease and anxiety made her restless.

When the homeroom teacher suddenly called roll, Mikoto jumped up in a flash, her whole body tense. The "Hi" she was supposed to say turned into a very strange word.

"Meow?!"

The homeroom teacher seemed not to have heard, or perhaps she had, for a hint of "I knew it" appeared in her eyes. Her voice, a mixture of encouragement, reassurance, and coercion, said in a seemingly contradictory tone, "Go and bring the transfer student in, and introduce her to her."

"Huh?" Mikoto was completely stunned, her voice preceding her thought, "Huh?!?!"

"No way!" The homeroom teacher seemed a little angry. Her face turned serious, and her voice carried a hint of command as she said, "You will now go and greet the new students as their representative."

"what...."

Mikoto finally recovered, which only deepened her confusion.

She wasn't unwilling to represent the class in welcoming everyone, but why should she be the one to introduce the new students? She couldn't read minds or predict the future, so why not just let that Shokuhou guy...?

Filled with doubt and complaints, Mikoto reluctantly walked towards the door.

But as soon as I walked past the first row and glanced at the door, I froze.

Her eyes widened as she stared incredulously at the person before her. Her anxiety and unease reached their peak, followed by a sense of clarity.

The clarity was a bit too much; it was like being numb, with no thoughts in their mind, just mechanically scrutinizing the person in front of them, and then comparing that person's appearance with those of people they knew one by one.

After comparing them all, the only one who matched the appearance of the person in front of me was myself in the mirror.

Yes, it was herself in the mirror! Same hair color, same face, even the hair and hair clips were exactly the same. If she didn't know for certain that she was facing a door and that a new classmate was standing on the other side, she would have thought she was facing a mirror.

The girl also saw him. She seemed to have no reaction, or rather, she did have a different expression than him. Her usually indifferent face seemed to have changed, and it took her a while to finally recover.

Then, as if completely ignoring me, she walked into the classroom, brushing past me like a stranger as she walked to the podium.

She spoke in a flat, aloof tone, just like her own voice: "My name is Misaka Chiyo. I am an orphan with no older or younger siblings. I don't want to make friends, I don't want to fit into this class, and I refuse to participate in any clubs, hobby groups, or any other group activities."

Simply put, I have no interest in anyone in the class!

"Unless any of you are time travelers, reincarnators, or reincarnators, then please come to me without hesitation. I believe we can definitely get along."

"I have no dreams, no hopes, all I like is to eat for free, lie around, and wait to die. If I really have to say what my goals are..."

"May I have a hundred small goals before I die, preferably in US dollars!"

"I know you are all wealthy people. If you have any opinions about me, please use your hands instead of your words. That way, I will accept your wallets without any guilt."

"That concludes my personal introduction, so please, ladies, don't make a fool of yourselves."

Chapter 1 It would be so strange if I had a younger sister.

quiet!

Extremely quiet!

It's probably because this self-introduction was too explosive and cringeworthy.

So much so that even the homeroom teacher didn't know how to respond.

"What?!"

Mikoto was the first to react. She turned around and asked angrily, "What's with this 'commander-like' self-introduction?!"

"Give me a proper introduction, you idiot!"

Although I'm not a typical anime/manga enthusiast, I referenced quite a few comics because I wanted to develop new skills.

I still know how Haruhi Suzumiya introduced herself.

I never expected that someone would introduce themselves in the style of a group leader, especially since the person who introduced themselves in the style of a group leader also had a face that was almost exactly the same as mine.

This sense of shame has been perfectly transferred to myself!

Mikoto glared angrily at the person in front of her who looked exactly like her and even had the same surname.

The shame was even more intense than ever before!

If I had a twin sister like that...

wrong? !

Twins? That's just a coincidence, right?

"Who are you?" Chiyo asked, arms crossed and eyes slanted, as if she really didn't recognize Mikoto.

"Huh?" Mikoto was stunned for a moment, and she didn't know how to answer.

"Are you trying to flirt with me?" Chiyo's originally indifferent face seemed to be filled with mockery.

"Me!" Mikoto wanted to argue.

"Are you a time traveler? A reincarnator? A reborn person?" Chiyo completely ignored Mikoto and asked, "What is the Imperial Jade Liquor wine minus the big hammer plus the small hammer?"

"what?"

"In her previous life, the Empress was besieged by several traitors and ultimately perished, but she was reincarnated with memories of her past life?"

"What?"

"Because he was betrayed by his friend and died in agony after having his kidney cut off, he was then reborn back to his first day of junior high school?"

"Forehead..."

"You don't even know what will happen tomorrow! You have no right to hit on me!"

"Waaaaahh ...

She gritted her teeth and let out a low growl, her eyes fixed on Chiyo's as if they could spit fire.

Looking closely into Chiyo's eyes, Mikoto suddenly realized something.