My name was Satoshi Ichijouji.
My earliest memory was of a large truck hurtling toward me. It hit me and sent me flying. When I woke up, I found myself locked inside its cargo compartment. I went mad, sank into despair, and finally gave up.
Only when the truck stopped did I realize I had been overthinking everything. Mom thought I had developed depression because she had not given me enough attention. The professor in town said I needed some playmates and should get out more and see the world. Then he gave me a pet he had treasured.
In that stretch of lost memories, there had been wondrous monsters like these too. They fought in cities, spitting out enormous energy blasts that shattered skyscrapers. But after actually getting to know these creatures called Pokémon, I finally believed I had been suffering from delusions.
Pokémon were just as their name suggested: truly wondrous creatures. Although they constituted a single race, its various branches had different forms and attributes. Some branches were even reproductively isolated from one another.
Pokémon possessed terrifying power, but only relative to humans. The strongest known Pokémon could overturn a human tank, but that was as far as it went. They were nothing like the monsters in my imagination, with their world-destroying power. Still, I felt there was more to this world than met the eye.
A race with terrifying power and intelligence equal to humanity's should have had a civilization of its own. Yet Pokémon were merely monsters more powerful than animals, endowed with strange abilities. I set out on a journey, seeking the origins of Pokémon and exploring how humans had come to capture them in tiny Poké Balls.
After going through many things, I encountered Pokémon from ancient times. Just as I had imagined,