Blue stood before a sprawling map of Kanto, its edges curling and yellowed with age. His gaze drifted across the familiar landscape—a tapestry of towns, forests, mountains, and seas. So much ground to cover, so much potential to unlock.
So much work to do, he murmured.
There were obvious choices for new Gyms—places practically begging for a certain type specialist.
Viridian Forest, for instance: an untouched labyrinth of greenery, perfect for a Bug-type savant.
Seafoam Islands: remote, desolate, and ripe for an Ice-type bastion.
Lavender Town, somber and shrouded in mist—the ideal haunt for Agatha's Ghost-type domain.
And then the Sevii Islands, nine scattered jewels dotting the ocean's expanse. No spot in Kanto could rival them for a Water-type Gym—not even Cerulean City.
Blue exhaled slowly, rubbing the back of his neck.
Before he could start redrawing the map and ruffling feathers among Kanto's entrenched traditionalists, he needed allies. Not just trainers, but pillars—anchors who could weather the coming storm beside him.
"Alright," he said softly, "let's start with Sabrina."
———
Sabrina had been intrigued by Blue from the moment he first set foot in her Gym.
The reason was simple—and rare.
She couldn't read his mind.
Sabrina was a master of telepathy; thoughts rolled before her like an open book. Most challengers were transparent, their nervous doubts and strategies laid bare. Fellow Gym Leaders were no exception. Even League officials felt exposed under her scrutiny.
But Blue's mind was a vault—sealed, silent, impenetrable.
It was almost refreshing. And maddening.
Their battle a month ago had been nothing short of brutal—a relentless clash of psychic mastery against razor-sharp water-type strategy. His Pokémon moved with clinical precision: no hesitation, no wasted effort, no exploitable patterns.
Shortly after claiming the Champion's title, Blue had announced his intention to visit every Gym Leader personally to "discuss the future of Kanto." Bold, as always. But what truly caught Sabrina off guard wasn't the battle, nor the ambition.
It was that he chose to come to her first.
Most trainers—hell, most people—kept their distance. Understandably so. No one liked their minds skimmed like an open diary. People carried secrets, fears, and the kind of thoughts they'd never say aloud. Sabrina didn't pry maliciously. She simply… saw.
No judgment. Just awareness. Still, awareness was often enough to make others squirm.
But not Blue.
Blue walked straight into her world, mind unreadable, smile unbothered—and now here he was again.
"Blue," she greeted, voice calm but edged with curiosity.
"Sabrina." He returned her greeting with a genuine, unshaken smile—the kind that doesn't falter under scrutiny.
She had long suspected Blue wasn't one to waste time or words. She wasn't wrong.
"Truth is," he began, "you could be the second-strongest trainer in this region. After me, of course. You've got what it takes to join the Elite Four."
Sabrina blinked, caught off guard. Praise was rare.
She knew she was formidable—beautiful too, and aware of it—but her powers made others uneasy. Conversations were few. Affection even rarer. She lived in silence, surrounded only by her Pokémon and the constant hum of stray thoughts.
"You think so?" she asked, half skeptical, half hopeful.
"Absolutely," Blue said. "That is—if you stop relying entirely on Alakazam. Even if it is a monster."
She almost smiled.
Sabrina was a walking glitch. A cheat code. Because she could read minds, she countered strategies before they even formed. With the right team, she could shatter the entire League.
And Blue was about to give her exactly that.
He placed six Poké Balls on the table, each clicking softly as it settled into place.
Without a word, Blue picked up the first and released its occupant.
The Pokémon that appeared was unlike anything Sabrina had ever seen—a sleek, metallic serpent with razor-sharp claws extending from its rear. Its spherical head held a single, glowing red eye, mounted on a ball-and-socket joint, protected by a curved crest.
"This is Beldum," Blue said. "Steel and Psychic-type. Usually, a Steel-type specialist's signature, but it's too good to ignore—especially if the goal is to make you the strongest Psychic-type trainer Kanto has ever known."
Sabrina narrowed her eyes, fascinated. She'd never encountered anything like it. Sure, other regions housed different species, but few ever traveled far enough to bring those Pokémon to Kanto.
Blue summoned the second.
This one, at least, she recognized: six pale pink spheres clustered together, each sporting its own quirky face.
"Exeggcute?" she murmured.
"One of Kanto's finest Psychic-types," Blue replied. "Honestly surprised you don't already have one."
Sabrina shrugged. "They're rare in the wild."
"Exactly," Blue nodded. "That's where I come in."
He lifted a third Poké Ball with a grin that hinted at secrets.
"This one's unique. As of now, you'll be the only person in the world to have it."
A flash of light shimmered, and a regal deer materialized. Its fur was a dusky gray with snowy white accents on its legs, tail, and flowing mane. Towering golden antlers arched like delicate antennae, each cradling a single black orb. It carried the air of royalty—calm, dignified, yet powerful.
"Wyrdeer," Blue said. "Normal and Psychic-type. Rare. Powerful. And more importantly—immune to Ghost-type attacks."
Sabrina's eyes widened.
Before she could ask more, Blue moved to the next.
A small, fox-like creature with reddish fur and wide, intelligent eyes appeared.
"Fennekin," Blue introduced. "Not planning to introduce her line to Kanto widely—so you'll be the only trainer here with one. She's Fire-type, but her final evolution gains Psychic powers. Clever, loyal, and fierce."
One by one, Blue continued.
"Ralts," he said, as a small green-haired Pokémon emerged. "Popular in Hoenn. Evolves into Gardevoir—a Psychic/Fairy powerhouse. Essential."
Finally, with a flick of his wrist and just the right amount of showmanship, Blue released the last Pokémon.
A familiar figure took shape in the light—small, golden, and quietly floating.
"Abra?" Sabrina raised an eyebrow. "Why would you give me an Abra? I already have two."
Blue gave her a sly grin. "Yeah, but not like this one. You're experienced—you've noticed it, haven't you? Even among the same species, no two Pokémon are truly alike. Some are just... gifted. Born different. Unfairly so."
He leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice with theatrical gravity.
"This Abra? He's a prodigy. A freak of nature. The kind of Pokémon that makes professors lose sleep. Do you know what that means?"
Sabrina tilted her head, intrigued despite herself. "What?"
Blue's grin widened. "It means there isn't a single Abra on this planet—past, present, or future—that's smarter, faster, or stronger than this one."
The air shifted.
Sabrina inhaled sharply. Her psychic senses flared, brushing against the Pokémon's aura.
And in that moment, she felt it. The potential. The raw, terrifying pressure that radiated off the tiny, unassuming creature like heat from a furnace. This Abra—barely hatched, not even evolved—was stronger than her fully trained Alakazam.
It wasn't a Pokémon.
It was a weapon.
A monster in waiting.
It reminded her, chillingly, of another creature Blue commanded. The one trainers across the region whispered about in awe and fear—his Blastoise.
The Titan.
Blue had a trick—an edge no one else possessed. Without it, there was no way he could casually hand out rare, perfectly trained Pokémon like this.
Had he bred them for ideal natures, handpicked moves, flawless stats?
Yes. Absolutely.
Had he created an Abra every competitive battler in his old world would kill for?
…Possibly.
"They're already trained," Blue said casually. "Now it's your turn. Bond with them, push them further, and bring them to the top."
Sabrina stared at the team. Her usual composure wavered. For the first time, she longed—desperately—to read someone's mind.
What was Blue thinking?
Wasn't he a Water-type specialist? Why hand her a full Psychic arsenal—rare, powerful, battle-ready—like it was no big deal?
Most trainers spent years building half a team this strong.
And he just… gave it to her?
"Oh, and," Blue added with an almost casual air, "this is your core. You'll want at least three reserves. I recommend an Espeon for sure. Maybe a Starmie—it's smart to have a Water-type. The third… well, that's up to you. There's an experiment wandering around—a bit of an identity crisis, but promising."
Sabrina blinked. "Sure," she said dryly. "Add three more to the list."
Blue grinned. "This team isn't just powerful—it's strategically built. What's the biggest weakness of a type specialist, Sabrina?"
She crossed her arms. "Obvious. Every Pokémon shares the same weakness types."
"Exactly." He nodded. "Psychic-types are vulnerable to Bug, Ghost, and Dark. Right now, you're lucky—Kanto has barely any Ghost-types, no Dark-types, and Bug-types here aren't exactly threatening."
She nodded, smug. Psychic was superior. It was the best type around here.
"That'll change, though," Blue said, his voice dropping just enough to make her uneasy.
She didn't like the sound of that.
"Your new team is designed to cover those gaps. Wyrdeer is part-Normal—immune to Ghost. Fennekin counters Bug. And Gardevoir? Psychic and Fairy. And Fairy," he added with a glint in his eye, "is your answer to Dark-types."
Sabrina tilted her head. "What is 'Fairy-type'?"
"You'll learn soon enough," Blue said, his grin practically glowing. "Just know it's a game-changer."
He paused for a moment before concluding, "Your team includes Steel, Grass, Normal, Fire, Fairy—and of course, Psychic. Abra's your only pure Psychic-type. With clever training and the right moves, you'll cover every weakness and crush every threat."
Sabrina stood still, absorbing the weight of what had just happened.
For the first time in a very long time, she felt something stir in her chest—an ember of excitement. Of challenge. Of purpose.
This wasn't just a gift.
It was a call to arms.
"Go on a journey," Blue said, looking at her with rare seriousness. "I have high hopes for you, Sabrina. You now have the foundation to become unrivaled."
Sabrina didn't know why, but her cheeks suddenly turned red. No one had ever been this kind to her. Not once in her life. She was an orphan—she had no concept of parental love. She could read emotions and thoughts like a book, but that always made her emotionally distant, detached.
Was this what it felt like to be… cared for?
"I will not disappoint you. I promise. I will become the strongest—under you."
Sabrina had never been motivated. Never driven. But now, something stirred within her.
Looking at the six Poké Balls laid before her—each containing a powerful, beautiful Psychic-type Pokémon—she felt something she hadn't in years: drive. Maybe she could do it.
No—she would do it.
After all, she was terrifying. Who else could read the thoughts of their opponent mid-battle?
"Well," Blue began, a touch of awkwardness creeping into his voice, "there's a little side quest that comes with the Pokémon I've given you."
"What is it?" Sabrina asked without hesitation. After all he had just done for her, the least she could do was listen.
Blue reached into his bag and pulled out a map, unfolding it on the table before her.
"Saffron City is huge. A perfect place for a Psychic-type Gym, given how many people live here. Isn't the mind the very thing a psychic feeds on? So no relocation for your Gym. It stays. And honestly, it's only fitting that one of my strongest Gym Leaders remains stationed here."
He paused.
"Now, for the bad news. There's going to be a second Gym in Saffron—besides yours. And yes, it will be a Fighting-type Gym."
"Do we have to?" Sabrina did something she rarely ever did—she pouted. "Do we really need them? They're all brawn and no brain."
"Yes. Saffron is massive, and its population even more so. Besides, traditionally, there was a Fighting-type Gym here. You were the one who kicked them out in the first place."
Sabrina grinned smugly.
"Besides," Blue continued, "your Gym is going to be terrifying. We need a more reasonable challenge nearby—so people don't avoid this city just because you're too ruthless. And let's be honest, having a Fighting-type Gym next to yours is kind of poetic. One focused on the body, the other on the mind. Maybe you two could even combine efforts someday."
Sabrina sighed. "Alright. I'll tolerate these brutes. But I refuse to participate in their ridiculous training routines. Their thoughts are so simple, and their exercises reflect that. They make absolutely no sense."
Those brutes, as it happened, were terrified of her. She was their nightmare—especially now, with her new team.
"Now, about the side quest," Blue continued, taking out a thick book from his bag and handing it over to her. "Everything you need to achieve is written in detail. There's already a team on its way to Saffron to assist you. They'll report only to you. It's the perfect opportunity to test your management skills."
Sabrina frowned. Management? She understood people—intimately—but leading them?
"Your focus is Route 7. It's the longest route connected to Saffron. I'm giving you full authority and responsibility over it. Your first goal? Make Route 7 safe. The second?"
Blue grinned.
"Turn it into Psychic-type territory. Entirely. Other Pokémon types are allowed, but only for ecological balance—to support the Psychic populations that will be arriving soon."
"The… new population?" Sabrina raised an eyebrow.
"Exactly. Think about it—what's the biggest problem with the lack of quality trainers in Kanto?"
"Talent?"
"No. We have talent. But we lack options. Seven out of ten new trainers end up specializing in one type. I didn't get it at first. Isn't that limiting? Isn't that dumb? But then I realized—it's actually practical. It's easier to master one type than become a jack-of-all-trades."
"There's a reason all Gym Leaders are type specialists," Sabrina confirmed.
"Exactly. Now think about Psychic-types. What do we have in Kanto? Hypno, Alakazam, Slowbro, Starmie, Jynx, Exeggutor, Mr. Mime. That's seven. Not bad—but still limited. Most trainers end up using nearly identical teams. Some even double up on the same Pokémon."
"I see the problem," Sabrina nodded. She herself had once considered a team of six Alakazams…
"That's what we need to fix. Every type should have at least twelve different evolutionary lines to choose from. That's where real team-building starts."
"Twelve?" Sabrina blinked. "Do you realize how many Pokémon that is?"
Blue sighed. "A lot, I know. Especially since I want every type in Kanto to have at least twelve lines. Probably even more, because to build a functioning monotype team, you need plenty of dual-type options for proper coverage."
"You know that... this sounds almost impossible?" Sabrina raised an eyebrow. "There were experiments before. Big-scale Pokémon migrations. They always ended in chaos. Absolute chaos."
"We'll manage," Blue said, brushing off her concern completely. "Back to your type. You're in charge of introducing new Psychic lines—but only within Route 7. Oversee their population, track who catches what, and make sure it doesn't spiral. I've written down a full system in that book. A complete management plan."
"So you do have a plan," Sabrina smirked. She liked people who actually used their brains. Blue's idea sounded insane—but if his logic held up, she'd consider it.
"Start with the Kanto lines: Slowpoke, Drowzee, Staryu, Jynx—or better, Smoochum—and Mr. Mime. Those should be your most common. We need to showcase our original roots."
"Okay," Sabrina nodded, paying full attention now.
"Next, the newcomers. First, Espeon—an Eevee evolution already discovered in Johto, though they're still hiding it for some reason. Over time, we'll introduce more lines from other regions. Once we hit twelve, your type's ready. But some Pokémon—like Beldum—won't be released into the wild. They'll be bred and controlled exclusively by us. Too dangerous otherwise. And controlling popular Pokémon means people come to us. With conditions, of course."
He paused.
"There are three Pokémon that will only be available through your Gym—or more broadly, through the League. You can call them your 'starter Pokémon,'" Blue said with a wink. "And you'll be the one who distributes them. You understand, Rina?"
Sabrina blinked at the nickname. Rina? That… was unexpected.
"Starter Pokémon?" She refocused on the plan. "Oh… that's clever. You're going to let me hand them out like Professor Oak does. Rare ones, I assume. So lots of young trainers will join my Gym, just to get their hands on one. And since they'll start with a Psychic-type, they'll naturally lean into that specialty."
"You got it. Your job isn't just to be a strong Gym Leader—it's to build a school. A community. New trainers don't need to use full monotype teams, but with a starter, they'll all have at least one Psychic. That makes them yours."
Sabrina looked down at the book in her hands, mind racing.
"Incredibly difficult," she muttered. "But if it works… this would be a massive shift. A positive one. What Pokémon do you want to use as starters?"
"I'm not completely sure yet. Definitely Abra—to represent Kanto. Ralts is a lock for the second. The third? For now, it's Wyrdeer. That Normal-typing is just too useful. But we'll revisit that once you've familiarized yourself with the new additions."
"Alright," Sabrina sighed. "This is a massive project, Blue. I'll read through your strategies and see if it's all realistic. But if your logic holds up… I'll do my utmost to accomplish your vision. You can depend on me."