In a quiet corner of the Kanto Region, far from the busy streets and neon cities, nestled a grand estate known simply as the Rose Estate. It stood like a monument to tradition—white stone walls covered in ivy, towering spires, iron balconies, and miles of roses carefully groomed into mazes, fountains, and archways.
Tonight, the estate was alive—but not with guests or music. It was a different kind of evening.
Behind tall mahogany doors, in a chamber lit by dozens of candles and warmed by a fire beneath a marble hearth, a woman with long, flowing purple hair labored through her breaths. Her expression was both worn and beautiful—noble in bearing but softened by the pain and purpose of the moment. Around her moved a handful of attendants, their hands steady and voices low.
Outside the chamber, two figures stood. One was a man with neatly combed blue hair, his posture rigid, eyes fixed on nothing. Beside him, a young boy, no older than nine, mirrored his appearance—James. He shifted anxiously, glancing between his father and the doors.
"Is he here yet?" James asked, voice barely a whisper.
His father gave no reply—only silence, and a slight tightening of his hands behind his back.
The quiet was broken when the doors opened.
Inside, the room was calmer now. The woman lay resting, her breathing slow and deep. In her arms, swaddled in a blanket of soft gray wool, was a newborn boy. His skin was pale, his features delicate, his eyes—open.
He did not cry.
James stepped closer, looking down at the tiny figure. Something in the stillness of the child made him pause.
Main POV:
Darkness. Warm, weightless darkness.
I couldn't see, couldn't speak. I wasn't sure I could even move. But I was… aware. Not fully. Not sharply. But enough.
This wasn't the first time I had existed. That much I understood without words.
The air was thick with warmth and faint floral scents. A rhythm pulsed beside me—slow, steady. A heartbeat. Arms cradled me gently. A hand brushed across my forehead.
I didn't resist.
No fear, no panic. Just quiet. And a strange sense that I had been waiting for this moment… for longer than I could remember.
I felt another presence near me—smaller than the others. Closer to me in some invisible way. Familiar, but not. Watching.
I couldn't respond. Not yet.
I would learn in time. I would walk. I would see. I would speak.
But for now, I simply existed—in the silence, in the warmth.
And I listened.
The warmth held me. "Julius," she said again. I remembered nothing—but the name stayed, quiet and strange… yet familiar.
A few weeks passed.
I could finally open my eyes.
The light stung at first—blurry shapes, colors, motion. It was like adjusting to life one inch at a time. I still couldn't move much. My limbs felt wrapped in soft weight, as if I was buried in dough. Every twitch was a challenge.
My world was small: a crib, blankets, faint ceiling patterns, and the distant sounds of Pokémon calls outside.
Helplessness clung to me. All I did was lie there—fed, changed, held. I couldn't speak, couldn't stand. I hated it, quietly. Even tasting things felt dull. Like everything was half-muted. I was aware—just not in control.
But James was always there.
Every day, he'd sit beside me and talk. Stories, ideas, childish dreams.
"When you grow up, we'll go play by the lake," he said once. "I'll show you how to groom Growlithe."
Yes. Growlithe. There were Pokémon here. Many. I'd seen glimpses—orange fur, tails wagging, a Nidoran snorting near the garden once.
It wasn't a fantasy.
This was the Pokémon world.
And James—my older brother—was that James. The same one who'd one day leave this mansion, ride with a biker gang, and eventually fumble around with Jessie and Meowth.
But right now, he was just a kind boy.
A brother who looked at me like I was his whole world.
I couldn't smile yet.
But something in me softened.
Maybe this wasn't such a bad restart.
Not with him here.
Several years had gone by, and Julius was now five. Within his home's vast collection of books, he had read nearly everything—excluding the storybooks. One day, a particular book caught his attention; it was centered around psychics. However, no matter how much he searched, there was nothing that mentioned aura. The only related reference he came across was in the Pokémon Move Dictionary, which described Aura Sphere as a Fighting-type move used exclusively by Lucario.
He had asked his butler to locate a book on aura for him. The butler, Caesar—who bore a strong resemblance to Satotz from Hunter x Hunter—had promised to look for one. Months had passed since then, but Caesar had yet to return with any results.
At present, Julius stood in one of the mansion's quieter halls, his gaze locked on a suit of armor that held a sword. But his focus wasn't on the armor itself—it was on the blade.
Name: Honedge
Type: Steel / Ghost
Level: 3
HP: 31
Ability: No Guard
Ensures that every move used by or against Honedge will always land.
Moves: Tackle, Fury Cutter, Shadow Sneak, Autotomize
Potential: Semi-Elite
Egg Group: Mineral
Friendship: 0
Next Evolution: Level 35 → ???
Julius possessed a unique system—an observation-type interface—and an ability of his own.
Player Status
Name: Julius Rosé
Age: 5
Rank: None
Job: Jobless
Ability: Battle Bond
This ability allows Julius to form a spiritual link with any Pokémon whose friendship exceeds 80. The bond enhances the Pokémon's stats, unlocks a new form, and grants Julius access to its moves. The effectiveness depends on his spiritual energy (aura) and the strength of their bond.
He had first discovered this feature when he looked into Growlithe's eyes as a toddler. Since then, he learned that saying status would bring up the screen at will.
Right now, however, his thoughts were fixed on Honedge—a Pokémon originally from the Kalos region. It was likely that his parents had acquired it without realizing its nature.
While the anime portrayed his parents as cheerful and eccentric, in reality, they were strict and regimented. From the moment he was born, they had laid out an exact schedule for his upbringing—overseen by Caesar. Julius was made to learn everything: multiple languages, fencing, swimming, calligraphy, and more. While he had already mastered many of these skills in his previous life, he always made sure to hide the extent of his abilities.
It was no surprise that James eventually abandoned his inheritance and family.
The estate owned by his parents spanned land almost comparable to the entire Paldean region. They also held significant shares in major corporations like Silph Co. and Devon Corporation, making them the second-richest family in all of Kanto.
But at this moment, none of that mattered.
His attention was on Honedge, which remained dormant in a state of deep slumber. Julius had tried everything to wake it—prodding, dropping, shouting—but nothing worked.
It remained completely still.
Two more years had gone by.
James, his older brother, had begun showing signs of rebellion—his posture sharper, his attitude colder. He had started working out regularly, and at just seven, already had defined abs. He wielded a sword with grace and precision and trained daily with psychic energy for two hours without fail.
Through this persistent effort, Julius had unlocked a new ability:
New Ability Unlocked
Psychic (Intermediate)
Capable of levitating, lifting up to 50 kg, and occasionally catching glimpses of the near future.
It was the kind of supernatural talent he had only dreamed of in his previous life—and now, it was real. And so, he threw himself deeper into his training. With time and effort, his Rank had finally increased to 1.
On his seventh birthday, in the grand marble hall of the Rose Estate, his parents presented him with a peculiar gift. Laid within a velvet-lined box was a warm, cream-colored egg with pale brown speckles.
"Your present, Julius," his father said, his voice even and formal. "A carefully chosen one."
Julius blinked at it. "A Pokémon egg?"
His mother nodded gently, a rare smile on her face. "This one is special. We had it bred specifically for you."
A few months later, under the watchful care of the mansion staff, the egg hatched.
The Pokémon that emerged was not pink, as expected of a Snubbull—but brindle, with white around its neck. It let out a soft, yawning growl and blinked up at Julius.
Name: Snubbull (♂ – Offcolour)
Type: Fairy
Level: 1
HP: 36
Ability: Intimidate (Hidden: Rattled)
Moves: Tackle, Scary Face
Egg Group: Field / Fairy
Potential: High-Gym
Friendship: 50
Next Evolution: Level 23 → ???
Julius tilted his head, curious. "Father… why is this Snubbull brindle? Isn't it supposed to be pink?"
His father, adjusting his cufflinks, replied, "Brindle is rare. But for canine Pokémon, it's possible through careful breeding. We wanted something that suited you."
"You had it bred… just for me?"
"Yes," his mother added. "We remembered how fond you were of dogs. This Snubbull has a stronger build and a higher potential than most."
Julius stared at the pup, his chest tightening. The brindle fur, the broad face—it reminded him of someone. Iggy... His old dog from his past life. A Boston Terrier with nearly the same coat pattern.
"I'll name him Iggy," he whispered.
One sunny afternoon, after returning from his swimming lesson, Julius spotted his instructor holding up a colorful poster.
Across the top, it read:
OAK'S POKÉMON SUMMER CAMP – Admission Open Now!
Julius rushed back to his room, excitement pulsing in his veins. He turned to Caesar, who was organizing scrolls by the bookcase.
"Caesar! Can you ask my parents to let me attend that Pokémon camp?"
Caesar raised an eyebrow. "You know they do not place much trust in outside institutions."
"But it's Professor Oak's!" Julius insisted. "It's a Pokémon training camp. I'll learn more than I ever could here!"
The butler sighed, folding his arms. "They'll need convincing."
"Tell them you'll come with me. I'll behave. I'll follow the schedule they want, I promise."
Caesar was silent for a long moment. Then he nodded. "I'll speak to them."
After several weeks of negotiation, arguments, and pleading, his parents finally relented—on one condition: Caesar would accompany him and report back everything.
Julius couldn't contain his smile. It was finally time. Time to meet Professor Oak—former Champion of Kanto—and Ash the protagonist of this World.