đź““ Evan's Journal đź““
Month 1, Day 25
Today is my first, day at Alola, well not technically the first, I meant the first day of exploring, I got ready and packy lunch for me and my pokemons. When everything was ready, and we were ready to go, Prof. Kukui handed me soemthing, That was a pokedex, same one as the Gen 7, Hoenn one, Although a said no to him at first, because I know how expensive these are, After a few minutes of discussion with him, I was convinced. To have a pokedex means, to have a cellphone, map, camera, pokemon encyclopedia, also the transfer function, I could see the levels of my pokemon all together. The prize of a pokedex is $20000.
Thorn, Kakuna(M)
Lvl: 9
Moves: Poison sting, Electro web, String shot, Bug bite, Harden
Trixie, Metapod(F)
Lvl: 9
Moves: Electro web, String shot, Bug bite, Harden
Both of may evolve anytime now.
[Pokemon: Bug catcher]
(Evan's POV)
The morning sun bathed the island in golden light as we made our way onto Route 1, just beyond Iki Town. The air was warm but crisp, filled with the songs of unseen bird Pokémon and the gentle rustling of leaves swaying in the breeze. I kept Thorn and Trixie in their Poké Balls—no need to risk distraction yet.
Mr. Bramble walked ahead, holding a small tablet linked to a custom data scanner. Professor Kukui strolled beside him, hands in the pockets of his lab coat, pointing out features of the local environment like a tour guide with a soft spot for wild things.
"This here's a perfect stretch for early Bug-types and Flying-types," Kukui said, tapping a tree with a knuckle. "Route 1's got a bunch of Grubbin, Pikipek, and even some Ledyba if you're lucky."
Mr. Bramble nodded, already jotting down notes. "The soil quality here is rich in nutrients—ideal for burrowers like Grubbin. Evan, keep your eyes peeled. We'll need photos, data logs, and maybe even a live capture if the opportunity arises."
"Got it," I said, pulling out my Pokédex and opening my aura sight just enough to scan for unique signatures. A few dim blue glows blinked in the grass—low-level Pokémon, nothing noteworthy yet.
We moved slowly through the grassy trail, the scanner chirping occasionally as we passed through energy pockets or wild habitats. Kukui crouched beside a berry bush and waved me over.
"See that little hole?" he asked, pointing. "Grubbin tunnel. They burrow to feed on tree roots. If you're quiet, you might see one."
I held my breath and leaned closer—and there it was. A small, white-bodied Grubbin emerged halfway from the hole, mandibles twitching as it gnawed on a root. I snapped a quick photo, the camera clicking softly. The Grubbin froze, then darted back underground.
"Well spotted," Mr. Bramble praised. "If you have time later, try tracing the tunnels. Mapping their nesting behavior could be useful."
Further along, we watched a Pikipek hammer away at a tree, its rhythm sharp and focused. Kukui made a note of its pecking frequency and territorial range. I was struck by the detail they went into—not just battles and stats, but behavior, nesting patterns, even collecting shed feathers for DNA sampling.
Eventually, we stopped beside a small creek that ran through the route. Mr. Bramble unzipped a cooler from his pack and handed me a sandwich.
"Tell me, Evan," he said, sipping from a water bottle, "what do you think of the Pokémon here compared to Kanto?"
I took a bite and thought for a moment, watching sunlight dance across the rippling water.
"They feel… wilder," I said at last. "Not just in how they look or act. It's like they're more in tune with the land around them."
Kukui grinned, pointing at me. "Sharp eyes, kid! Alola's Pokémon aren't just strong—they're shaped by this place. That's why regional variants show up here. The environment molds them. Sometimes mutation. Sometimes evolution."
That made me glance at Thorn and Trixie's Poké Balls. They were changing too. This morning, when I fed them Bugforce, I felt something different. An energy in the air—thicker, sharper—seemed to merge into their bodies. I'd panicked for a second, but when nothing seemed wrong, I let it go. Still… it lingered in my mind.
When we finally packed up, Mr. Bramble tapped his tablet. "Good work today. We'll come back in a few days to check for signs of Wimpod migration. For now, Evan, you've earned some time to train. Just stay close."
I nodded, excitement bubbling in my chest.
Later, as we walked a quieter stretch of the trail, I turned to Kukui. "Professor, may I ask something?"
"Sure," he said, smiling.
"Why are you helping us? I mean, I don't see what you're gaining from this."
Kukui chuckled. Mr. Bramble remained silent beside him, letting his friend speak.
"Actually," Kukui said, "it's the other way around. You're helping me."
I blinked, confused. He noticed.
"You see, the Alolan League was just recently established. I'm the one tasked with compiling the regional Pokédex," he explained. "But it's a big job—I couldn't do it alone. So I called in Richard." He nodded toward Bramble. "We go way back."
"I see..." I murmured, trailing off as something pulled at my senses.
I turned around sharply. Nothing.
But for a brief moment, I knew—someone had been watching.
"What is it, Evan?" Kukui asked.
I hesitated. "Nothing," I said quickly, trying to shake the feeling.