A/N: New HP fanfic dropping on patreon today. first three chapters available free to all members.
After sending the Roselia pair off to call the others, I pulled out my phone and called Ritu.
"Bring Pidgeotto here along with all the berries she and the Pidgey squad collected."
"On it!" she replied immediately.
Good.
I needed Pidgeotto for air control, and the berries… for diplomacy.
I walked deeper into the thicket, Budew perched comfortably on my shoulder, tiny leaves brushing my cheek as it hummed.
Budew guided me like a little tour guide.
First stop—A cluster of Buneary hopped around a small hollow log, pausing the moment they saw me. They stared wide-eyed, twitched nervously, then scattered behind bushes.
Okay. Progress later.
Next—A pair of Hoothoot blinked at me from a low tree branch, rotating their heads in perfect 180-degree angles like tiny sentries.
Budew waved a leaf at them.
They hooted back politely.
Then we approached the rocky hill.
And that's where I heard it—
—the sharp crack of wood—
—gusts of air—
—wingbeats—
—a cry of pain—
—cheers from multiple voices.
A battle.
Not a violent one.
A training battle.
I pushed through the undergrowth and stepped into a naturally carved arena in front of the hill.
And froze.
Because the scene was straight out of a wild Pokémon dojo.
Murkrow lined the boulders and rocky ledges like spectators.
Black feathers gleaming, eyes sharp, murmuring excitedly.
In the center—
Grookey.
Fast, small, wooden stick glowing lightly with Grass-energy.
Facing him—
A larger Murkrow, wings spread, clearly the senior or elite among the flock.
And standing between them…
A Wigglytuff.
Arms raised.
Acting like a referee.
"Wiggly!" it announced, apparently calling the start of the next clash.
I blinked.
"…this zone is way more organized than Aarey."
I didn't interfere.
Grookey charged, stick glowing.
Murkrow dodged with a sharp flap, countering with a precise Peck.
Grookey took the hit squarely.
The battle wasn't one-sided—they both looked trained, disciplined—but Murkrow had the aerial advantage.
Finally—
Grookey stumbled from a heavy Wing Attack to the chest, skidding across the ground.
"GROOOO—!"
He collapsed.
Wigglytuff immediately waddled forward and raised both arms.
Battle over.
Four Grookey burst out of the woods, chattering worriedly as they surrounded their fallen companion.
I stepped forward, ready to use Evergreen Power—
But something pink flashed from the trees.
Two figures rushed in.
Chansey.
And a tiny Happiny clutching a smooth round stone almost as big as her torso.
The Roselia hadn't been exaggerating.
This was the leader of the zone.
Chansey analyzed the unconscious Grookey with a calm, practiced eye. She didn't panic. Didn't even flinch.
Instead…
She looked at Happiny and nodded.
Happiny stepped forward bravely, placed her hand on Grookey's chest, and her stone glowed.
Soft-Boiled.
Gentle warmth spread as Grookey's bruises slowly lightened.
But he didn't wake.
Happiny blinked up at Chansey.
Chansey made a soft, approving sound and gestured again.
Happiny puffed out her chest proudly and used Soft-Boiled a second time.
This time the energy sank deeper.
Grookey jolted slightly.
Then groaned.
Then blinked awake, eyes confused but alive.
The four other Grookey jumped and cheered, circling him.
Happiny beamed.
Chansey placed one gentle hand on her daughter's head, patting her proudly.
Then she stepped forward herself.
Her egg glowed.
Soft-Boiled.
A stronger, deeper wave of healing washed over Grookey, sealing the last traces of damage.
Grookey stood up fully, gripping his stick with renewed spirit, and bowed to Chansey.
Chansey nodded back like a queen acknowledging her warrior.
I exhaled slowly.
This zone didn't just have Pokémon.
It had structure.
Leadership.
Rules.
Training.
A healer queen.
And her heir.
This… was going to be interesting.
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I stepped forward.
Every head turned.
Grookey froze mid-stretch.
Murkrow stopped cawing.
Happiny hid behind Chansey's leg.
Wigglytuff puffed up like a pink balloon, stepping in front of Chansey with a glare.
I raised my palms slowly.
"I'm not here to fight."
But my eyes still drifted to the Grookey group.
I wanted one of them as my fifth team member.
And Happiny…
Her healing talent…
Her potential…
She was perfect as my sixth.
But first, I needed order.
Respect.
And Recognition.
I moved closer, calm but firm.
"I'll talk," I said simply.
I stopped three meters from Chansey.
Mankey and Pikachu flanked me silently—ready, but disciplined.
"I'm the human who now lives in that house," I said, pointing back toward the villa. "This entire land belongs to me. By human law, and by right."
A few Pokémon stiffened.
I didn't let the tension build.
"But I'm not kicking you out."
Their confusion was instant.
"You are intruding on my territory," I clarified,
"but you're allowed to stay."
A wave of murmurs rippled through the watching Pokémon.
"As long as you accept me as the leader here."
All eyes shifted immediately to Chansey.
Before she could react, Wigglytuff stomped forward aggressively.
"WIGGLY!!"
('If you want to rule here, you fight ME!')
Level 35.
Strong.
Stronger than anything I currently had.
Mankey would be one-shot.
Pikachu wasn't ready.
And Pidgeotto wasn't even here yet.
Rhyhorn could possibly give it a good fight.
I glanced at Wigglytuff… then simply turned away.
Ignored him.
His eyes went wide.
He wasn't used to being dismissed.
But I had one target.
Chansey.
"I'm speaking to the real leader."
Wigglytuff sputtered, feathers puffing and cheeks trembling, but Chansey gave him a single look—and he instantly backed off.
Chansey stepped forward.
I knelt a little, meeting her eyes evenly.
"I know you're the ruler here."
Her expression remained unreadable.
"My purpose is not to harm or threaten you. I don't want to cage your residents. I don't want to uproot your homes."
Her eyes softened—just slightly.
"You know what a trainer is, right? What a breeder is?"
She nodded faintly.
"These two—"
I pointed at Mankey and Pikachu.
"—are my partners. They chose to fight beside me. They eat with me. Grow with me."
Mankey thumped his chest proudly.
Pikachu sparked lightly in greeting.
"I came here only to make sure every Pokémon in this place is peaceful and won't endanger my family. And if I am going to live here… we need rules."
Chansey studied me carefully.
Eyes narrowing.
Her aura felt…Soft but heavy.
Then—
She closed her eyes for a moment.
Felt my intent.
Measured my sincerity.
Listened to my tone.
Finally… she spoke.
Softly. Calmly.Her voice carrying an authority every Pokémon here accepted instantly.
"Chansey… chan-sey."
("Your heart does not lie. I can feel no malice from you.")
She stepped closer.
"Chan-sey."
("If you protect this place… we will accept you.")
"Chan-sey."
("But you must beat wigglytuff in battle first. To prove you are capable.")
A wave of tension melted from the clearing.
Murkrow folded their wings.
Grookey lowered their sticks.
Happiny peeked out shyly.
I exhaled slowly.
"Good," I said, standing straight. "Then let's build this place together."
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