Pokémon, but cultural invasion

Pokémon, but Cultural Invasion (Author: Stranded Great Shark)

If you were to travel to the Pokémon world, where the League and World Championships are incredibly popular, there would be very few Pokémon movies or games.

Quanshu felt it was necessary to bring a little cultural shock to the local indigenous people.

Some years later.

Lurina: "The film industry cannot do without Izumi, just as the West cannot lose Jerusalem."

Daigo: "The Redemption of Pipi is the best movie I've ever seen in my life. As for why not in this lifetime, it's because Izumi Izuki's new film is coming out next year."

Xiao Gang: "Pokémon Hunter Wilds is undoubtedly my favorite role-playing game, and Wind Spirit Moon Shadow is the kindness left by Mr. Izumi."

Kiju: "I acknowledge Izumi's talent, but could you please stop torturing me with the little games he made?"

Ash: "Kamen Rider Sonic Knife is so cool."

Red: "Izumi no Ki, the manga 'Fighting Man,' is interesting."

Team Rocket soldier: "Boss Giovanni, something terrible has happened! Izumi is using us as the final villains in the new series again."

Sakaki: "We haven't even started yet, so what went wrong?"

Looking back.

He is already the godfather of movies and the god of games.

P.S.: The anime, special episodes, and games share a combined world view.

Chapter One: The Most Hopeful Year

Seven years later, Izumi returns to Saffron City in the Kanto region.

—To attend my grandfather's funeral.

It was already evening when I came out of the funeral home after filling out the paperwork.

The orange-red sunset dragged the shadows of everything into the earth, engulfing everything in the night.

The dim streetlights lit up one by one.

Quanshu carried the burial box as he walked through the sweltering summer night streets.

The streets were deserted; apart from the occasional pickpocket cat or thieving fox darting through the alleys, he could hear no other sounds.

Compared to seven years ago, the outskirts of Golden City have aged significantly.

Izumi, 20 years old, is currently a trainer who gave up halfway.

At the age of 13, he refused to inherit his family's orphanage and embarked on a journey with a dream of becoming a champion, starting from the Kanto region to challenge leagues in various places.

Top 256 in Quartz Tournament, Top 256 in Silver Tournament, Top 256 in Rainbow Tournament, Top 256 in Lily of the Valley Tournament.

From Kanto to Sinnoh, every year is the most promising year, with a top 256 finish every year.

When he arrived in Unova, he couldn't even collect all eight badges.

The drop of water called dreams evaporated completely before the campfire of reality, and the disoriented Izumi received news of his grandfather's critical illness.

"After wandering around for so many years, it's time to come back."

On his sickbed, Quanshu saw his grandfather, who was nearing the end of his life. His face was withered, and his eyes held a heavy heart.

"Are you worried about the orphanage?" Quanshu asked.

"I'm most worried about you, and then the little ones at the orphanage."

Grandfather took out a photograph and a bill.

“In the years you’ve been gone, I’ve found a new successor for the orphanage. He’s a hardworking and earnest child.”

"Unfortunately, the number of abandoned Pokémon has been increasing in recent years, and the donations received by the orphanage have been decreasing. In less than two months, the orphanage, which is already operating at a loss, will collapse."

"If you are so kind, go and help the little ones in the yard find a home, comfort the child, and tell her not to blame herself."

My grandfather was barely clinging to life by sheer willpower. After seeing the spring tree, he fulfilled his wish and soon passed away.

These past two days, Quanshu has been suppressing his grief, handling procedures and running around in the city. As he walked out of the funeral home, he felt that his grandfather's funeral was finally over.

He and his grandfather had no relatives, which saved them a lot of trouble.

Overwhelmed by grief and exhaustion, Quanshu's temples throbbed, and a long-forgotten memory resurfaced.

That was probably his past life, living in a bizarre modern city, even wielding a sword and shield and a purple sage, and being a passionate Pokémon enthusiast.

Izumi smiled bitterly as he stood in front of the escalator at the station.

If he had awakened his memories earlier, he wouldn't have been tortured to death by several gym leaders.

There's no point in dwelling on it now that things have come to this.

Whether he has the spirit to start afresh after fulfilling his grandfather's last wish is another matter entirely.

Board the train.

The vehicle started slowly and heavily.

The scenery outside the window began to flow, and the towering concrete jungle gradually receded into the distance.

His dream, along with that bustling metropolis that shone day and night, was squeezed and pulled away by the rushing night, and finally disappeared into the clanging railway tracks.

......

"Quack quack quack—"

Stepping off the train, one is greeted by vast expanses of rice paddies beyond the gravel-paved railway.

The croaking of frogs filled the air, and fireflies appeared among them, illuminating the heavy, dark yellow night with twinkling lights.

This is Quanshu's hometown, and also the location of Tingxiang Welfare Home.

"Ibu, come out."

A brown Pokémon, resembling both a fox and a rabbit, appeared on the ground.

"Bui——"

Ibrahimovic curiously surveyed the surrounding countryside nightscape.

The bright moon shines, round as a jade plate.

Izumi walked along the familiar country path, with Eevee following behind.

"Speaking of which, I've been taking you all over the city to fight at dojos, this is probably your first time in the countryside."

Ibrahimovic was full of curiosity about everything, sniffing the unknown wildflowers in the field and stepping on the frogs blocking his way.

"Boy!"

Ibu darted to the spring tree and snuggled up to it affectionately.

At the crossroads of the fields, there are two wooden signs riddled with insects and ants, their paint peeling off, but the large characters are still faintly visible.

"Nekosaki Nursery" and "Niwagawa Welfare Home".

Quanshu walked towards the path marked with the arrow that led to the Tingxiang Welfare Home.

At the end of the path stood an old building, with wild vines growing rampant in the cracks of the outer stone wall, and the iron gate was badly rusted, making a creaking sound with the slightest touch.

On the grass in the courtyard, a dim yellow hand lamp flickered, seemingly patrolling something.

The creaking of the iron gate startled her.

"I'm sorry, the orphanage has closed down and no longer accepts abandoned elves."

The sound that came through the night was clear and resolute, like a mountain spring rushing through a pine forest, melodious and pleasant.

The dim yellow light beam drew closer, illuminating the girl's face.

"You are...?"

A look of confusion crossed her delicate face. Her amber-like, crystal-clear eyes stared at him, her long, smooth, jet-black hair disappearing into the darkness.

“I am Quanshu, the grandson of Quanhua.”

The hand lamp behind the iron bars swayed violently, like a flame in the wind, before returning to stillness after a moment.

"Come in first."

The door opened, and the girl's face showed neither sorrow nor joy.

The way she gripped the lamp handle tightly and her slightly pursed lower lip suggested that her inner world was not as calm as it appeared.

The two walked across the lawn.

Under the wooden stable behind the lawn, Pokémon lay fast asleep, while some little guys who liked to stay up late peeked out to observe him.

Izumi understood; the girl had been on night patrol, keeping an eye on the Pokémon's condition.

Grandfather was right; she was a hardworking and earnest child.

The lights came on in the study on the first floor.

The girl poured him a cup of hot tea.

The two sat facing each other across a wooden table.

"Grandpa Quan's own grandson, what brings you here?"

As soon as she sat down, the girl couldn't wait to speak.

Quanshu lowered her eyes. Her grandfather had concealed the news of his death from her, and naturally, he hadn't mentioned her return.

"They abandoned their dreams without any sense of responsibility, and now they've suddenly reappeared."

Her chest, encased in her work clothes, heaved violently. She restrained herself from venting her unease and dissatisfaction, and said, "If you're after the orphanage's assets, then please leave."

Is he completely irresponsible...?

Quanshu could not refute the undeniable fact that he had abandoned an elderly man nearing seventy.

He took out the account book: "As far as I know, the welfare home has very little left. The money left in the accounts won't even last two months."

"Grandfather meant that once the Pokémon were settled, the life of this orphanage would come to an end."

"I disagree."

The girl suddenly stood up, her amber eyes filled with anger: "Do you know how many Pokémon will lose their hard-won homes with just a casual remark?"

Quanshu took a sip and said calmly, "So, your angry questions will keep the orphanage running for one more day?"

She slowly sat down, calming herself down.

"In short, I will never let this welfare home go out of business."

"Unfortunately, under your management over the past few years, this welfare home is heading headlong down the road to closure."

"You came back just to mock me?"

The girl clenched her teeth, but what the other person said was an undeniable fact.

Staring into her misty eyes, Izumi sighed softly.

The pressure and responsibility of one person supporting a welfare home on the verge of bankruptcy is unimaginable.

Even if he hadn't shown up today, the girl would have broken down sooner or later.

Putting aside his playful demeanor, Quanshu said earnestly, word by word, "I came back to save this orphanage, to save my grandfather's life's work."

Seeing his serious expression, which didn't seem fake, the girl asked hesitantly, "During the years you disappeared, you became an extraordinary trainer?"

"No, I can't even collect all eight badges."

"So you secured a large donation?"

"I am penniless now."

You're messing with me!

Quanshu shook his head. "The world's attention is focused on the battles, and too many things have been overlooked."

"Whether you believe it or not, I am Izumi, and I have come to save this orphanage."

The girl gripped the wooden cup slightly, then released it.