“Write down your dreams for when you grow up.” Celadon City, Daycare Center.
The afternoon sun shines through the slightly old glass windows, lazily spilling onto the wooden floor of the childcare room.
The air is filled with the faint scent of chalk dust and warm milk.
Several childish crayon drawings are hung on the walls, mostly depicting Oddish or Caterpie.
In the corner of the room, some faded building blocks are piled up.
An elderly Wigglytuff is sitting in a rocking chair, dozing off.
Its pink body rises and falls rhythmically with its breathing, and it is holding an old ball used to soothe infants.
The teacher assigns the homework and hands out the paper.
The little pink-haired girl sitting in the corner listens to the chattering discussions around her, expressionless.
“I want to be the strongest Pokémon Trainer!” “I want to open a hospital with Chansey!” “I want to eat lots and lots of Candy…” …What are they all talking about?
Kaname still finds it hard to accept the fact that she has transmigrated.
No.
It’s not so much that she can’t accept the transmigration, but rather her current body.
Kaname lowers her head and lifts her hands with some difficulty.
What comes into view are ten short, round fingers like cream buns.
The skin is fair and rosy, without any calluses or scars; it is soft and has no strength at all.
She tries to shake her legs, and her short legs, wearing white knee-high socks, dangle helplessly in the air, not even reaching the crossbar of the chair.
Glancing at the reflection in the window glass, the glass reflects a little girl with short pink hair and ruby-like eyes.
The little girl is frowning seriously, making a judgment.
Probably only five years old.
No more than that.
Kaname is an orphan living in the Daycare Center.
Putting aside the status of an orphan.
As a loyal fan of the Pokémon series, transmigrating to the Pokémon world should have been a joyful thing.
…It would be even better if the body wasn’t only 5 years old.
Moreover, the timing of the transmigration is a bit off.
Kaname tilts her head slightly, her red eyes examining the surroundings through the bangs on her forehead.
The furnishings of the Daycare Center are full of the nostalgia of the last century in Kaname’s memory.
The corkboard is covered with handwritten notices, the calendar hanging on the wall is of an old style, and the tables and chairs are also in an old-fashioned solid wood style.
Kaname can also hear sounds from the director’s office next door.
An old-fashioned radio with a poor signal is making crackling static sounds, broadcasting news intermittently.
[…Silph Co.
announces that breakthrough progress has been made in the miniaturization technology for ‘portable capture capsules.’ New products have completed final testing and are expected to be mass-produced in the near future…] […Dr.
Oak from Pallet Town made a statement, saying that the concept of establishing an ‘Pokémon Ecological Pokédex’ still requires a large amount of data support…] The news is filtered and translated by Kaname’s mind, automatically turning into a type that is easy to understand.
The point in time she is currently in is about ten years away from the formal start of the plot.
Dr.
Oak, who is well-known to future generations, is still in the early stages of researching Pokémon, let alone a formal Pokédex.
As for the Poké Ball, it has only just begun development and has not yet been mass-produced or implemented.
Kaname didn’t just awaken her past life memories; she spent a few days in a daze before finally figuring out the era she is in.
She also considered the future.
At present, people are still very unfamiliar with Pokémon.
This is the time to use her knowledge of Future Sight to fully profit!
If planned properly, corporate giant, Champion Pokémon Trainer, Pokémon Doctor…
In the future, she might become a figure respected by those around her, unimaginable in her past life.
The future emerges in Kaname’s mind, but after just a moment, the little girl lazily collapses onto the table.
But what does this have to do with a five-year-old child like her?
Making money, raising Pokémon, becoming a scholar…
No matter which future it is, there are too many problems to consider and solve.
Kaname’s body hides the soul of an adult.
Precisely because of this, she cannot be like the group of brats next to her, just shouting about wanting to be a Pokémon Trainer and Pokémon Doctor, without thinking about the difficulties involved.
She has a lot of knowledge related to Pokémon in her memory, but after coming to a truly real world, every Pokémon is not game data; one needs to truly consider the various characteristics they possess as living beings.
How to raise the electric mouse Pikachu, which is as common as stray dogs in the past life, to be sleek and full of electricity?
How to cultivate intimacy for the eight forms of Eevee, and how to choose the right time and the right ite to make them evolve?
Even the seemingly simplest thing that seems to be achievable with a little effort—earning a startup fund to pave the way for today’s plan—has countless troubles to solve when truly considered.
After all, these things should not be the concern of a 5-year-old child.
Kaname does not possess abilities that exceed physical limitations.
Except for the advantage of knowing future events, if she really wants to prepare for the future, she needs to be down-to-earth and start studying the missing knowledge in her mind from now on.
And compared to drumming up infinite enthusiasm to solve countless problems, it is natural to receive money and honor as rewards in the future.
The current trouble is actually more practical.
“Kaname, I heard you had a cold a few days ago.” Kaname is lying on the table in a daze, but a voice comes from beside her.
A little one appears in her line of sight.
Kaname cannot help but tilt her head and take a few more looks.
Smooth black hair in a bob cut, large grayish-black eyes are blinking and staring at her.
After noticing her gaze, she cannot help but continue to speak.
“Is there any discomfort in your body…?
I brought some traditional Chinese medicine from home.
My mom said this medicine is very useful, it’s just a bit bitter.” Mentioning bitter, the little one frowns and quickly adds.
“Hehe, so I also brought Candy, for you~” Kaname subconsciously reaches out to take it.
The Candy, which is quite a lot for a child, fills her palm.
At this moment, Kaname finally remembers the other person’s name.
“Erika?” “Hm?” Erika.
Gym Leader of the Celadon Gym.
Professional flower arranger.
Kaname matches the impression in her mind with the little one in front of her.
The future Gym Leader of Celadon Gym is now just a little one about the same size as Kaname, who tilts her head when hearing her own name, and pouts when she doesn’t get a follow-up for a long time, leaning in front of her.
“So why did you suddenly call my name?” “Nothing.” Kaname brushes it off, but looking at the little girl who is frowning and impossible to fool, she suddenly has an idea.
“Erika.” “Hm?” “What is your dream when you grow up?” Suddenly hearing a question unrelated to the previous topic, Erika immediately starts thinking, and after a while, she beams with joy and answers with a very serious attitude.
“When I grow up, I want to be Kaname’s bride!” “…?” Kaname, 5 years old.
Fell into shock because of the overly shocking answer.