Rion sat in silence in the small house he shared with his uncle, the events of the past week weighing heavily on his mind. The Ironwoods had swept the disaster under the rug, just as he had feared they would. But the memory of the destruction, the lives lost, and the people hurt—none of that could be erased from his mind.

Ryker sat across from him, his injuries mostly healed, but the lines of worry on his face deeper than ever. “This world… it’s not fair, Rion,” Ryker said quietly. “But you know that already.”

Rion nodded. He had known since he first arrived in this world that it wasn’t the paradise the games and anime had made it out to be. But seeing the corruption and the callous disregard for human life firsthand had driven that reality home in a way he hadn’t expected.

“I can’t just sit back and do nothing,” Rion said finally, his voice firm. “This can’t keep happening.”

Ryker looked at him, concern in his eyes. “What do you plan to do?”

Rion hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath. “Uncle, there’s something I need to tell you. Something I’ve been keeping to myself.”

Ryker frowned, but nodded for him to continue.

Rion leaned forward, his voice lowering to a whisper. “I know things, Uncle. Things about Pokémon, about this world. I don’t know how I know them, but I do. And I think… I think it’s time I started using that knowledge.”

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Ryker’s eyes widened slightly, but he didn’t interrupt.

“I want to change things,” Rion continued. “I want to make sure that knowledge—real, useful knowledge—isn’t something that only the rich and powerful can access. People like the Ironwoods… they hoard information, they keep it all to themselves, and they use it to maintain their power. But what if everyone had that knowledge? What if everyone had the tools they needed to defend themselves, to grow stronger?”

Ryker was silent for a long moment, then he nodded slowly. “That’s a dangerous path, Rion. You’ll make powerful enemies.”

“I know,” Rion said, determination in his voice. “But I can’t just stand by and do nothing.”

Ryker smiled faintly, a look of pride in his eyes. “You’ve always had a strong sense of justice. I’m with you, whatever you decide to do.”

Rion smiled back, relief flooding through him. “Thank you, Uncle. I want to start by helping you. I know how to evolve Primeape into something even stronger—something called Annihilape.”

Ryker’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Annihilape?”

Rion nodded. “It’s a Ghost and Fighting-type. It evolves when Primeape learns a move called Rage Fist and uses it in battle. I also know how to evolve Feebas into Milotic, which is something the Clearwater family in Sootopolis guards jealously.”

“The Clearwaters… they’re one of the most powerful Water-type families in Hoenn,” Ryker mused. “If you can do that, it would prove your knowledge is real.”

Rion grinned. “Exactly. And once we’ve done that, we can start sharing what we know with others. Dewford deserves better than the Ironwoods, and I’m going to make sure they get it.”

Ryker’s smile widened, and he placed a hand on Rion’s shoulder. “I’m proud of you, Rion. You’ve got a long road ahead, but I believe in you.”

As they sat together, planning their next steps, Rion felt a renewed sense of purpose. This world was flawed, but it wasn’t beyond saving. And with his knowledge and his uncle’s support, he was determined to make a difference.

Because in this world, power wasn’t just about strength—it was about knowledge. And Rion was ready to share that power with everyone, no matter the cost.