Afternoon.
Pallet Town.
Professor Oak's Laboratory.
After snagging the Earth Badge, Silas was all but bursting to get home. He even skipped lunch, grabbing Suzie and heading straight through Viridian Forest at top speed. What should have been a three-hour trek, they bulldozed through in just two hours.
Once home, Silas and Suzie stepped inside.
As soon as they reached the living room, Silas saw his Grandpa going to town on a bowl of instant noodles, a nostalgic smile flashing in his eyes. In a soft voice, he said, "I'm back."
"Hmm," Professor Oak replied, mouth still full, not even glancing up. "Good, you're home. Later, remember to feed the Pokémon out back, and make sure to check and register their condition. Oh, and there's a Primeape that's pregnant—mood's a mess, so when you feed—"
Professor Oak suddenly froze mid-sentence, eyes popping wide as he stared at Silas, then beamed. "You're back already?!"
"Got all eight badges." Silas raised an eyebrow with a little smirk.
"Good! Good! Good!" Professor Oak gave a deep, satisfied nod, then asked, "Did you eat yet?"
"Nope." Silas shook his head.
"Hold on!" Professor Oak shot up. "I'll whip up a whole feast for you, kid! And your doofus dad happens to be home too—three generations under one roof! It's been forever since we all ate together!"
"Don't—" Silas started, but his grandpa had already disappeared in a puff. All Silas could do was give a helpless smile. That temper of Grandpa's was as fiery as ever. Still smiling wryly, he turned to Suzie. "Come on, let's enjoy a proper dinner—and tomorrow, we head for the mountains."
"The mountains?" Suzie blinked. "Uhh… why are we going there?"
"Special training!" Silas shot out, matter-of-fact. As they walked, he explained, "Pikachu's already at peak elite and just about ready to break through to quasi–Elite Four. The Indigo League's in about two and a half months—plenty of time for him to hit his limit or go all the way to Elite Four level. And it'll give the other four Pokémons a chance to get in shape. Odds are, there's a big fight coming soon."
Silas's words left Suzie completely stunned. Pushing a peak-elite Pokémon to Elite Four in two months? That's insane for anyone in the League. And getting all four of those terrifying Pokémon ready for a brutal battle… Who—or what—in the world were they expecting? A Legendary Pokémon!?
...
Evening settled in.
Professor Oak promised a "quick dinner," but fast or not, prepping a real feast still took time. By the time everything was on the table, it was dinnertime.
To call it a feast was an understatement—more than thirty different dishes laid out, with only Professor Oak, Shingen Oak, Silas Oak, and Suzie sitting around the table. Suzie couldn't help but marvel at the wastefulness.
"Come, come, come!" Professor Oak beamed at Suzie as soon as they sat down. "Suzie, this is our first meeting, but this old man has to thank you. Thank you for taking care of Silas all this time, and thanks for agreeing to be his exclusive Breeder. If you ever run into a problem Silas won't fix, just come to me—I'll sort it out!"
His words were so sincere that Suzie's awkwardness vanished. She thanked him earnestly. "Thank you, Professor Oak."
"Hey now!" Professor Oak immediately pretended to scold her. "Don't call me Professor Oak—that's just what strangers call me. Here at home, I'm just your Grandpa, got it?"
"Grandpa," Suzie replied sweetly.
Professor Oak burst out laughing, digging around and pulling a bank card from his pocket, pressing it into Suzie's hand. "Good, good! I've gained another lovely granddaughter! Take this card—don't turn me down. This is something you've earned, both publicly and privately!"
"No, really, I can't—" Suzie shook her head firmly. She had standards—'Grandpa' she could say, but taking his money was another story. "Whenever we need anything, Silas pays for it, so I really don't need this."
"Nope!" Professor Oak clearly expected this and just grinned. "Silas's money is his. Yours is yours. You've been traveling with him and aren't earning anything yourself; what kind of girl doesn't have some private funds? Besides, I know girls don't always want to go to Silas for every little thing. And you already called me Grandpa—where's my right to give my granddaughter a welcoming gift?"
"Um…"
He laid it out so perfectly that Suzie had no room to argue. She shot a helpless look at Silas, who—seemingly entranced by the meal—didn't even glance over, like he hadn't heard a thing. She nudged him with her foot.
"Just accept it," Silas said lazily, still chewing. "It's from Grandpa; there's no reason to refuse. And even if he didn't, I was going to give you something anyway. You've given a lot and had nothing in return—it's only fair."
Suzie was floored—she'd wanted Silas to help shut this down, but now he'd helped Grandpa instead. With no way out, she sighed and accepted the card. "Well, thank you, Grandpa."
"You're welcome!" Professor Oak smiled in satisfaction. "Eat, eat—Suzie, you're family. Don't hold back!"
"Alright." Suzie nodded and grinned. "I'm starving. Why would I?"
"Wait!" Just as Professor Oak and Suzie were about to dig in, Shingen Oak spoke up suddenly…
Professor Oak's Laboratory.
All three turned to look at Shingen Oak, puzzled.
He cleared his throat, then pulled out a Poké Ball, offering it to Suzie. "Since your Grandpa gave you a present, it'd be weird if I, as a father, didn't. This one just arrived from the Sinnoh region—a real talent, but I've got no use for it. It's yours."
A father!?
That left Silas choking on his food. Given the wording, that could really be misinterpreted!
Suzie, though, took his words at face value—Silas was only ten, after all, and she hadn't thought twice about it. Still, for Shingen Oak to hand over a Pokémon he carried with him meant it was incredibly valuable—probably priceless. She quickly shook her head. "No, I couldn't! Pokémon would just be wasted on me. I'm already run ragged keeping up with Silas's, so please give it to him."
"Him?" Shingen Oak looked at Silas, asking, "You want it?"
"Nope." Silas shook his head right away—there was no way he had time to train another new Pokémon.
"See?" Shingen smiled again. "Silas is picky; he won't want it. So if you don't take it, it's just going to waste."
"Doesn't Silas have a younger brother?" Suzie found her out: "Why not give it to him?"
"Gary?" Shingen's eyes flashed with anger. "Don't even mention that little brat. What he deserves is nothing but a 'lesson in love'!"
"What happened?" Silas finally looked up.
"What happened?" Shingen thundered, voice full of frustration. "He catches tons of Pokémon, zooms around collecting badges in a sports car, and totally misses the point of traveling. All pride, all flash—never anything real! Of course he needs a lesson!"
Self-destructive.
Silas shook his head and let it go, turning to Suzie. "Just take it. I'll feel better knowing you have a Pokémon on hand—there's all kinds of surprises on the road."
"Alright."
With Silas's OK, Suzie didn't argue; she accepted the Poké Ball and thanked Shingen, "Thank you, Uncle."
"Uncle?" Shingen grinned. "You took my gift—why are you calling me uncle?"
"Dad…" Suzie's face went red. 'Grandpa' could be used for all sorts of family, but 'Dad' was something else—it was practically an adoption.
"Hey!" Shingen replied happily. "Your mother and I always wanted a daughter—not just a son. Now we do!"
"…." Silas.
"Enough, enough." Seeing everyone had their gifts, Professor Oak clapped in delight. "Let's eat! Rare to have three generations at the same table, and now we've got a new addition to the family—it's a double celebration!"
"Let's eat!" *2
Suzie and Shingen said in unison.
...
After the meal.
Suzie smartly headed off to rest.
Once she was gone, Shingen shot Silas a meaningful look. "She's a good girl. Sure, she's a little older, but you need to treasure her."
"Heh…" Silas just tugged at his lips. He wouldn't pursue it—everything would happen naturally. He hadn't dated in this life, but in his last, he'd had a wife and child. Unless someone truly lit a spark, he wouldn't betray that old love.
Professor Oak rolled his eyes at Shingen: "Isn't all this food enough to keep your mouth busy? Let Silas make his own choices. We old folks shouldn't butt in."
"Fine, fine." With Oak's rebuke, Shingen fell in line, but leveled with Silas, "Silas, we got your message through Lorelei, but—"
"I'm full!" The second that topic came up, Silas put down his chopsticks and stood up, heading to his room. "Grandpa, Suzie and I are heading to the mountains tomorrow. Gather up some supplies—I plan to run a serious bootcamp for the gang!"
"Sure!" Professor Oak answered right away. "Need anything special, like healing sprays or whatnot?"
"Bring it all!" Silas's voice drifted down from upstairs.
"You got it!"
"Father…" Watching how quickly Oak agreed, not even trying to talk to Silas, Shingen looked helpless. "Aren't you spoiling him too much? If you don't sit him down and make him restate his position, we're going to lose a lot of our supporters."
Shingen had barely finished repeating "that brat" for the umpteenth time when Professor Oak hit his limit, snapping, "What are you talking about? Silas made his decision—we have no right to object! At the end of the day, it's our failure as elders that led to so much trouble. Listen, if people want to leave, let them—those who truly support us will stay. The opportunists? Good riddance!"
Oak's sudden temper left Shingen speechless. After a moment, he said, "But—"
"No buts!" Professor Oak cut him off. "Silas has already done plenty for the Oak family—and he's still just a kid. It's a good thing he doesn't want to get mixed up in politics. Our job is to keep that crap off his plate so he can travel with a clear mind. If we can't do even that, what kind of elders are we?"
Shingen fell silent for a long time, then nodded. "I understand."
...
The next day.
Silas and Suzie set out for the mountains at first light.
After over two hours hiking, they finally reached the top.
The air was crisp and fresh, the scenery vibrant—lakes, grassy stretches, hillsides covered in wildflowers. The view from the summit looked out over an endless forest. Suzie sighed, "It's beautiful."
"Yeah." Silas nodded in agreement, tone casual. "The first time I came here, I was five. After that, I trained with Charmander here for years. At least a third of my time growing up was spent up here with my little fire lizard."
A third of his time!?
Suzie was floored. No wonder Silas was so strong—most five-year-olds just wanted to play, but he'd forced himself to train out here year after year. No wonder he became a monster!
Of course, Silas couldn't guess her inner thoughts. If he could, he'd probably laugh. While Suzie marveled silently, Silas set up their tents—he had no intention of wasting hours each day hiking up and down, so he planned to stay put for this whole round of training.
Once camp was set, Silas didn't immediately let out his Pokémon. Instead, he opened his laptop and started furiously tapping away. Suzie wandered over, curious. "What are you working on?"
"Developing moves," Silas said, not even looking up.
Developing moves!?
She blinked, confused. "You mean… Pokémon moves?"
"Yeah." Silas grunted, eyes glued to the screen. "Most Pokémon moves are set in stone—see a species, you know their whole moveset. If I can create new moves for my Pokémon, they'll have secret weapons ready—catching every opponent off guard!"
Suzie instantly understood and nodded. "Alright, I'll get started on lunch then."
"Thanks," Silas muttered, still focused.
Once Suzie left, Silas dove back in.
He'd decided to invent new moves long ago, but after all the chaos of traveling, the plan had ended up on the back burner. Now that he finally had time, he was kicking it into gear.
Maybe for most people the idea would be ridiculous, but Silas was different!
After all, Silas was a transmigrator—a soul from 21st-century Earth, where anime, movies, and shows were packed with cool moves. He couldn't copy everything, but he could definitely "borrow" a few ideas.
Like Pikachu's Lightning Dash—totally swiped from Sasuke's electric dash in Naruto: stimulating your legs with electricity to go full throttle in a heartbeat.
Because Lightning Dash had already been a success, Silas felt certain he could keep inventing!
First up was Pikachu. If it could master lightning jumps, it could probably learn to mimic Chidori, Chidori Sharp Spear, and similar techniques. If Pikachu could pull those off, it'd be a monster in both melee and ranged combat—a true ace.
Then there were Charizard, Dragonite, and Tyranitar. All three had reached Legendary Pokémon level. Against anyone short of that, their regular moves would stomp, but fighting their equals or legendary-tier bosses? That'd come down to pure hand-to-hand. So, Silas figured, why not see if they could master something like Rasengan—compatible, destructive, and versatile!
Sure, those three didn't have chakra, but they did have elemental force, which was even more advanced. He was confident they could pull it off.
Lastly, Gastly!
As a Ghost-type, its specialty was being untouchable. Silas aimed to train it as an assassin—find weak points and strike. If Gastly could master instant movement or moves like "Misty Dance" borrowed from martial arts anime, it'd be able to cripple or even one-shot any rival on the same level.
As he designed move diagrams, Silas's mind exploded with ideas faster than he could contain them. Each was wilder and more overpowered than the last.
Luckily, Silas had restraint. He knew you had to take things step by step. Throwing a bunch of complicated moves at his Pokémon all at once would be a disaster—forget mastery, they'd be lucky not to get hurt!
"How's it going?"
Silas was deep in his mockups when Suzie strolled over, smiling. He glanced up, surprised. "Weren't you making lunch?"
"Yup." Suzie smiled. "Lunch has been ready for a while. I'm just checking—when're we eating? It's already past noon, you know."
Past noon?
Startled, Silas looked longingly at his nearly finished diagrams, then at the time, and forced a sheepish grin. "Sorry, sorry—let's eat right now."
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