Gladion sat on his bed, arms crossed, lower lip jutted out in what he hoped was a convincing pout. His parents stood before him, their faces a mix of disappointment and exasperation.
"I just don't understand what you were thinking," his mother, Erza, said, shaking her head. "You know better than to engage in unauthorized battles, especially at school!"
His father, Ben, nodded in a...
The tension in the air was palpable as Gladion and Rex faced each other on the makeshift battlefield behind the school. Their classmates formed a circle around them, excitement and nervousness mingling in their whispers.
Gladion's Machop stood at the ready, its small but muscular frame taut with anticipation.
Across from them, Rex's Hitmonlee stretched its long legs, looking cal...
The Vortex household had become a hive of activity since Gladion's Feebas evolved into Milotic. Erza and Ben, seeing the potential in their son's discovery, had decided to expand on his initial idea. Now, their backyard resembled a miniature Feebas farm.
Erza herself used her elite team to catch them in numbers from all over Kanto and Johto.
"You know," Ben said one morning, watch...
The morning sun had barely peeked over the horizon when Gladion was startled awake by a sudden spike of power on his ever active Psychic sphere.
He saw a brilliant flash of light emanating from his closet. He bolted upright, his heart pounding. "No way," he whispered, scrambling out of bed.
As he flung open the closet door, his jaw dropped. Where once a small, unassuming Feebas h...
Gladion sat in the back of his Pokémon biology class, his mind wandering as the teacher droned on about the various evolution methods of water-type Pokémon. Suddenly, a phrase caught his attention.
"...and while we know many Pokémon evolve through leveling up or exposure to certain stones, there are still many mysteries in the world of Pokémon evolution," the teacher said.
Gla...
The sun had barely peeked over the horizon when Erza's voice rang through the house, shattering the peaceful morning silence.
"Gladion! Gwen! Come down here, please. Your father and I need to talk to you."
Gladion groaned, burying his face deeper into his pillow. As a reincarnated individual, he'd hoped to avoid this particular aspect of childhood. Beside him, his Larvitar nudged ...
The early morning sun cast long shadows across the backyard as Gladion stood facing his Machop. Months had passed since Grandpa Maren's funeral, and the young trainer had thrown himself into training with renewed vigor, honoring his grandfather's memory with every step forward.
"Alright, Machop," Gladion called out, a determined glint in his eye. "Let's start with some warm-up exercises!...
The morning sun rose over the family home, its warm rays a stark contrast to the somber atmosphere within. Gladion awoke to the sound of muffled sobs coming from downstairs.
He could feel one less presence in the house because of his Psychic powers.
A sense of dread settled in his stomach as he made his way to the living room, Gwen close behind.
Their parents, Erza and Ben...
The morning sun peeked through the curtains of the family home, casting a warm glow on Gladion's face. He stirred, rubbing his eyes as he sat up in bed. The events of the past few days weighed heavily on his mind – the revelation of Grandpa Maren's impending passing, the encouragement to become the best trainer that he could be, and Grandpa Maren's visit to Mt Silver.
As if on cue, a ...
-1 year later--
Seven-year-old Gladion sat on a bench in their Pokemon ranch, his legs dangling, watching as his sister Gwen chased a very confused Pidgey through the yard - quite literally through it, her ghostly form passing harmlessly through trees and fences.
"Gwen! Stop terrorizing the local Pokemon!" Erza called, her voice tinged with equal parts exasperation and amusem...
The morning sun had barely peeked over the horizon when the Vortex household erupted into chaos.
"Ahhhhhh, Why does it hurt so much?"
Six-year-old Gladion sat bolt upright in bed, his scream piercing the early morning quiet. At the same moment, in the room next door, his twin sister Gwen fell through her mattress, landing with a thud in the room below.
Gladion clutched hi...
Gladion wandered through the expansive Pokemon ranch behind his family's gym, enjoying the crisp morning air. At five years old, he still marveled at the wonders of this new world, even as he tried to reconcile it with memories of his past life.
The sun had barely peeked over the horizon, casting long shadows across the dewy grass. A faint sound caught his attention – a whimper, barely...