Playing Pokémon online was always a cool. I loved building unique teams with strong strategies, and while I liked nearly every Pokémon, there was something special about using the underrated ones—those that others might overlook but that had hidden potential. However, there was one Pokémon that always seemed to haunt me, one that I hated with every fiber of my being.
That Pokémon was Smeargle. On paper, it had weak stats, and it didn't seem like much of a threat. But for some reason, Smeargle was the pokemon i lost to the most. It was never the raw power that got me—it was the sheer unpredictability. Smeargle had access to nearly every move in the game, and that was enough to mess up even the most carefully planned strategy.
thought that, after all these years of playing, I'd finally have my moment. Today was supposed to be a happy day—I was participating in the Pokémon World Tournament, something I had dreamed of for so long. But when I stepped into my first match, I lost. And guess who I lost to? Smeargle.
I don't want to sound like a crybaby, but seeing that little, goofy Pokémon once again felt like a punch to the gut. It wasn't just the loss—it was the frustration of seeing the one Pokémon that had caused me so many nightmares in the past, now standing in the way of my dreams.
The next thing I remember is... darkness. I looked around, feeling lost, but all I could see was darkness but then i saw a strange, unnatural light. As I focused, I realized it wasn't light at all. It was a system?
Basestat 500
Unova Region
Pure Psychic Type
As I stared at the text before me, a sense of confusion washed over me. I didn't quite understand what it meant, but considering myself a self-proclaimed Pokémon expert—and a lover of fanfics, I had to admit, there was a strange familiarity to it. The text seemed almost like a sign, and I couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, I had somehow died and been reborn into the Pokémon world.
The idea seemed absurd at first, but the more I thought about it, the more plausible it felt. I mean, what other explanation was there? I had just lost in the Pokémon World Tournament, of all things, and now here I was in this strange, dark space, staring at a piece of cryptic text.
But then again, the thought of having died at the end of that match was... embarrassing. Really embarrassing. Losing to Smeargle and then dying because of it? That would be the ultimate humiliation. I couldn't even imagine it. I'd never live that down.i was already thankful to being in a other world
Still, it didn't matter now, did it? Whether I had died or not, I wasn't going to let that stop me.
The Pokémon world was a place of endless possibilities. I could see it already: becoming the Champion, catching legendary Pokémon, meeting Cynthia—maybe even having a few epic battles along the way. There was so much to look forward to.
But first, the question that lingered in my mind: which Option should I chose?
The words on the screen seemed to pulse as I stared at them. Pure Psychic. I knew what that meant—it was a specific, narrow type, and I'd be limited to just that for the rest of my journey. At first, I considered the possibilities. Psychic-types could be powerful—Alakazam, Mew, and Gardevoir immediately came to mind. They were fast, versatile, and had access to some amazing moves. But as I thought more about it, I started to realize the challenge.
mean, sure, Psychic-type Pokémon were cool, but they came with their own set of restrictions. The type had its strengths—like an arsenal of powerful special attacks and decent utility in battles—but I'd be missing out on some of the other types I loved. No Garchomp, no Gengar. I couldn't just go grab a Dragon or Ghost-type and dominate the battlefield with raw power. No, it would be all about strategy, playing to the strengths of my Psychic Pokémon, and making sure I had the right moves for every situation.
And then there was the next part: Region: Unova.
That gave me pause.
Unova was... fine. A solid region, no doubt, with some cool places and a unique Pokédex. But if I was going to start there, that probably meant I'd be limited to Unova Pokémon early on. And to be honest? Out of all the starter trios, Unova's might be my least favorite. I never really clicked with Emboar or Samurott—though I did like Hisuian Samurott in Legends: Arceus, so maybe there's hope. Serperior was the only one that felt remotely like "my style"—fast, sleek, and kind of a flex if used right. But even then, compared to other regions,probally not the Option I chose
But I think I chose the first option.
Base stat 500… that likely means I can only use Pokémon with 500 base stat or higher. I mean, how many Pokémon even have exactly 500 base stat? Not that many. That's why I think it's more of a minimum requirement. If that's true, then I might've just gotten really lucky. That would mean I can use any strong Pokémon, as long as their base stat is 500 or above. And let's be honest—most of the strong Pokémon, including legendaries and pseudo-legendaries, easily pass that threshold.
Well this is a easy choise clicking the first choice I think already of the time when I become one of the greatets
Option 1 scyther
Option 2 stunfisk
Option 3 unown
what hell I was feeling much shorter thats okay I mean most people who get reborn Start as children this is okay for me but having freakin blades has hands what the hell
Please Aceus don't do this with me
Seeing only trees makes the Bad feeling stronger
I am a pokemon
I am a freaking scyther shit why
What did I do
How the hell can I get cynthia now why arceus why
Shit… what is this feeling?
My head—it's like it's being split open. A burning pressure built behind my eyes, and then—images. Hundreds of them. Flashing by in a blur. Trees. Claws. Blood. Flight. Hunting. Pain. Survival. Territory. More pain.
I couldn't breathe. My heart pounded like it was trying to escape my chest. Every second, more images slammed into my brain like bullets—like I was living through each one all at once.
Wait… are these memories?
Not mine.
Scyther's.
Somehow, I knew. Deep down, I just knew. These weren't fake, weren't just dreams or random thoughts. They were real. They belonged to this body. To my new body.
And just like that, it hit me—I'm not human anymore.
I live in a forest. A wild, dangerous place. I live with others—other Scyther. There are about thirty of us. A swarm. We're one of the dominant species in the region, feared and respected. We hold the third-largest territory in the entire forest.
But me?
I'm one of the weakest. Small, slow, barely holding my place in the group. Always being watched. Judged. Tested.
Why?
Why am I a Pokémon now?
Being reborn was something I could handle. I mean, I've read enough isekai stories. I expected to wake up as a kid, maybe with some cool aura powers or a starter in my pocket. But this? Being a Scyther? With blades for hands and a survival-of-the-fittest life?
What the actual hell did I sign up for?
I remember how to use some moves. The best one I can actually control right now is Fury Cutter—a move that makes my blades sharper with every hit. It's not much, but it's something.
But what is this
seeing the same light again
Profile
Name. zane
Talent light blue
Pokemon. scyther
Ability Technician
Type. Bug- flying
Height 1.1m. Or 3.6 feet
Level 8
Moves Quick attack,leer,fury cutter,false swipe
look around, trying to process what's just happened. Somehow, I'm a Pokémon now. This is surreal, but I've got to stay calm. I'm currently a Scyther, a decent choice for a starting point with its 500 base stat total. It's not too shabby, and I could definitely make something of this. The adrenaline is still running through me, but I know I need to focus.
I've got options when it comes to evolution. The first choice is obvious—Scizor. Scizor is the powerhouse. It's faster, stronger, and has solid typing with Steel. I'll need a Metal Coat to evolve, but that's something I can work towards. The second evolution is Kleavor, which would require a Black Augurite to evolve. Kleavor's Rock and Bug typing gives it great defensive potential, but it also has glaring weaknesses
While Kleavor's bulk might seem appealing, Scizor's offensive power is undeniable. I'm leaning towards Scizor. It's a solid choice for most battles, and with Steel typing, it can resist a lot of different types. Kleavor, despite its solid defense, just doesn't have the same kind of offensive presence.
I start to think about the journey ahead. I'll need to level up, find the right evolution item, and gather as much experience as I can. But for now, I'm content. I may be small in the grand scheme of things, but as a Scyther, I've got plenty of potential. I'll make my mark—whether I become Scizor or take a chance on Kleavor. The future's wide open, and I'll carve my own path.
But the thing I don't understand is talent. It was never really a factor in the games, but it makes sense, doesn't it? Like, the Weedle I caught on the road—there's no way it's going to be champion-level material. Sure, with the right training, maybe it could evolve into a decent Beedrill, but it's unlikely to reach its full potential without some serious effort. It's not just about stats—it's about what that Pokémon is naturally good at, the potential it's born with. Some Pokémon have the talent to become great, others, no matter how much they train, just don't have that same edge.
but is light blue good? this is something I need to learn
(Talent to better understand it
Yellow 0-50lv
Green 0-60lv
Blue 0-70lv
Purple 0-80lv
Red 0-100lv
Better talent=can learn and Master moves much faster and levels faster for less work and there is light and dark with means the darker the colour the closer to the next better colour