"SISTER!"
Blue kicked open the door to Daisy's room like a man on a mission—which, to be fair, he was.
Uninvited? Obviously. That was the whole point of having siblings.
Daisy didn't even look up from her microscope. "Blue. What."
The tone alone could've sent a lesser Trainer packing.
But Blue Oak was not a lesser Trainer.
He was the Champion of Kanto.
And currently, an uninvited house guest.
After wresting control of his home region from Johto's Dragon-obsessed overlord, Blue made his first grand decision as the new Champion of Kanto:
He took a vacation.
To the most prestigious, exclusive destination he could think of—his childhood bedroom in Pallet Town.
Specifically, to Daisy's guest room. Or as he now called it, Headquarters.
To say she was thrilled would be wildly inaccurate.
"What we lack in Kanto," Blue said solemnly, hands behind his back like a philosopher addressing a lecture hall, "are good Trainers."
Daisy finally looked up. Narrowed her eyes. "And what, exactly, does that have to do with me?"
"I need your help."
"With what? Wiping your nose? Setting up your new bedroom-slash-office in the laundry room?"
"No," Blue said, unbothered. "With fixing the entire region."
Daisy blinked.
Blue's tone had shifted into something rare—serious. Focused. Almost... responsible.
"I know you've been working toward becoming a researcher like Grandpa," he continued. "But I figured out the best way to study Pokémon."
Daisy raised an eyebrow, instantly suspicious. "Let me guess. It involves hiking boots and no plumbing?"
"Yes!" Blue grinned. "Battling. Bonding. Fieldwork. Real hands-on research!"
"Hard pass," she said flatly. "I hate bugs. I hate tents. And if a wild Beedrill even buzzes near my face, I'm setting the forest on fire."
"Alright, alright," Blue said, waving her off. "Let's skip the sales pitch. Here's the real reason I'm here."
He leaned in.
"I discovered a new Pokémon type."
Silence.
Then—
"WHAT?!"
"I want you," he continued smoothly, "to be the first specialist in it. It's strong, unique, and—dare I say it—perfect for a girl like you."
Daisy's eyes narrowed to pinpricks. "Excuse me?"
"Relax," Blue said quickly. "I just meant it fits your vibe. Smart. Elegant. Unpredictably terrifying when provoked."
"Oh," Daisy said, appeased. "That does sound like me."
Blue nodded solemnly. "It's called the Fairy-type."
She blinked. "The what type?"
"Fairy."
Daisy raised an eyebrow. "That doesn't sound scientific. It sounds like something out of a children's book."
"I know, right?" Blue said, throwing up his hands. "I thought the same thing. But they're real. I've confirmed the type energy, catalogued twelve distinct evolutionary lines, and battle-tested every single one. This isn't some weird side gimmick. It's a legit game-changer. A new core type—like Dragon or Psychic."
"Twelve?" Daisy repeated. "Twelve full evolution lines? Blue, do you have any idea how insane that is? It takes years to safely introduce one new species into an ecosystem. You can't just dump a dozen into Route 1 like it's a budget Safari Zone!"
"I'm not doing it," Blue said with a shrug. "You are. I've already released about a hundred of them on Route 1. Let's be honest—Pidgey and Rattata had a monopoly out there. They're a plague. The place was practically begging for a biodiversity upgrade."
"Why me?"
"Because you're a genius. You're an Oak. And you're the only person in Pallet Town with a backyard big enough to house a Pokémon without it flattening the neighbor's shed."
Daisy paused, crossing her arms.
She didn't want to admit it.
But annoyingly… he had a point.
And then he dropped the real bomb.
"They're super effective against Dragon-types."
Daisy froze.
"...Run that back?"
"They crush Dragons. Hard counter. Dragon Rage? Irrelevant. Outrage? Pointless."
Daisy stood up so fast she knocked her chair over.
"That's huge. Dragons dominate the League meta. You're telling me this new type—what, just waltzes in and flattens them?"
Blue grinned. "Yup. And they're immune to Dragon-type attacks. Just—poof. No effect."
Daisy stared at him like he'd announced he could levitate.
"…That's broken," she whispered.
"It gets better. Offensively, Fairy-types are strong against Fighting and Dark too. Defensively, they resist Bug, Fighting, and Dark. Their only weaknesses are Steel and Poison."
"Only two weaknesses? That's busted."
"I know," Blue said, smug. "That's why I want you to control them. Breed them. Study them. Make them official. Kanto's first Fairy-type Gym—or better yet, Fairy Elite Four member."
"Nope."
"Okay, then how about this—Gym Leader in Pallet. But train them. Publish your findings. Prove to the world they're the real deal. I'll handle the League politics. You focus on the science."
Daisy rubbed her temples. "So you want me to domesticate an entirely undocumented Pokémon type, regulate their population, balance them into the region, train an elite team, and write a thesis."
Blue beamed. "Exactly!"
"You're insane."
"You're amazing."
She groaned. "Fine. But if I do this, I'm doing it my way. I want data. I want lab support. And I swear, Blue, if a single Pokémon poops on my begonias, I'm putting you in a Poké Ball."
"Deal," he said instantly.
They walked out back into the sprawling garden—formerly known as Grandpa Oak's relaxation zone, now repurposed as a makeshift habitat.
"The first three," Blue said, "you already know."
He tossed three Poké Balls.
Clefable. Wigglytuff. Mr. Mime.
Daisy squinted. "These aren't new. They're Normal and Psychic-types."
"Wrong," Blue said smugly. "Clefable, Moonblast!"
Clefable's body shimmered. A beam of glowing lunar energy fired across the yard, turning the air to stardust.
Daisy's mouth dropped open.
"What the hell was that?!"
"Fairy-type move," Blue said. "And once Clefable learned it, something changed. She isn't Normal anymore. She's pure Fairy. And the others? Wigglytuff is Normal/Fairy. Mr. Mime is Psychic/Fairy."
Daisy's brain was sprinting laps. "So these aren't just new Pokémon. They're old Pokémon reclassified based on latent typing. This is a full-on evolutionary science bomb."
"Yup. And Clefable's your ace."
"You're giving her to me?"
"She's trained. And powerful. So are the others. I didn't hold back."
He paused. "Lance is going to cry."
Daisy laughed—genuine and unrestrained, the kind of laugh that promised she was actually excited.
"Alright, I'm in. Mostly because I want to see his face when we start smashing dragons with these little cuties. That's just too tempting to pass up."
Blue nodded knowingly. "Knew you'd say that. Now, here—meet your full team."
He handed her a neatly typed list.
She read aloud: "Togekiss, Primarina, Ribombee, Mimikyu, Tinkaton, Florges, Gardevoir, Ninetales—wait, Ninetales isn't—"
"This one's a regional variant," Blue said. "Ice/Fairy. Gorgeous and deadly."
She kept reading. "Sylveon. A new Eevee evolution?!"
Blue caught her as she staggered backwards, winded by pure scientific ecstasy.
"Breathe, Daisy. Breathe."
"This is—this is the discovery of the century, Blue."
He smiled.
It wasn't often he got to surprise his genius sister.
But today?
Today, he'd knocked her clean off her pedestal.
And Kanto would never be the same.