Inside a house in New Bark Town.
"Ten years. Tomorrow, I can finally get my starter Pokémon," a black-haired boy muttered to himself as he lay in bed.
The boy's name was Shirai Hui, but there was one thing that made him different: he retained twenty years of memories from his previous life.
The world he had lived in for those twenty years was rather different from the one he had spent the past ten years in. When he first arrived, he thought he had entered the Pokémon world from television. Seeing the Pokémon around him, all sorts of ideas filled his head. I never studied Pokémon in much detail, but I've played plenty of the games. Becoming a top Pokémon Trainer should be pretty easy, right? Maybe I even have a system!
But after growing up here for ten years, he had completely abandoned his dreams of exploiting the story or getting a system. Although this world had the same Pokémon, places, and people as the Pokémon world, it had one rule: a person could only own six Pokémon in their entire life. Supposedly, exceeding that limit would cause problems with their soul.
Perhaps being reincarnated had to come with something special, though, because he awakened the power of Aura at the age of five. That power also provided a perfect explanation for why he had been more mature than other children throughout his ten years here.
Just then, the bedroom door opened. A pretty woman, about five foot three, sat down beside his bed and smiled. "Hui, are you too excited to sleep? Would you like Mommy to tell you a bedtime story?"
"Mom, stop teasing me. You still haven't given up on your dream of telling me bedtime stories?"
"That's because you're such a little meanie. You