If the person in this simulation came from Saffron Gym, that would explain why [Psychic] had no abilities listed.
Then again, the Psychic simulation had only just begun. It was too early to draw conclusions, so Baimu stopped speculating and kept watching.
On the screen, the Psychic boarded a pixelated bus. As it traveled down the road, lines of narration appeared.
[You were sickly from childhood, ill enough to spend time in the hospital every month. One day, an expert told your parents that psychic powers could heal your body. You happened to have the talent to learn them, so you went to Saffron Gym, hoping to study under the powerful psychic Sabrina.]
[You worked hard for three years, but barely grasped the basics. You still cannot bend a spoon reliably. Now that you have left the Gym, your only option is to go home.]
The narration ended, and the bus stopped in a rural area surrounded by farmland.
The Psychic got off with his luggage. He had barely walked any distance before stopping, a sweat-drenched icon appearing above his head. He seemed exhausted.
He really is frail...
Baimu watched the Psychic crouch on the ground, looking utterly defeated. How had he taken care of himself during those three years at Saffron Gym? He reminded Baimu of Wally. Maybe, like Wally, he would gradually grow healthier once he set out on a journey?
But what really mattered was probably spending time with Pokémon.
Two or three minutes had passed since the simulation began, and this guy's Pokémon still hadn't appeared.
On the screen, the panting Psychic lucked into a ride on a passing Tauros-drawn cart. After all that trouble, he finally made it home—
A detached house in a Town, just like Ash's.
When the Psychic rang the doorbell, two