Principal Kale elegantly motioned towards the door and gently put a hand behind Jared's back as he led him out.

Closing the door behind him, he began walking past the reception, and without looking back he commanded "Will you please follow me Mr Jared?"

Jared almost wanted to crack a joke, but he held it back.

(It's probably best I keep my mouth shut, I don't think he's the kind of person to appreciate my humor, and making a bad impression now might not be the best idea. Yes! being quiet has always been a good decision for me in the past, it's hard to talk yourself into trouble if you don't open your mouth, then again, wasn't I taken to the police station for doing nothing but loitering...)

Exiting the room they traveled towards the left side of the divider.

Past the receptionist, and soon they turned the corner.

The inside is much as you'd expect for a school on earth, long straight hallways, with some cold metal lockers lining the sides, although much shorter than you'd expect for a supposed Highschool.

In between the breaks of the lockers were solid pale yellow walls, and spaced apart were doors made of hardwood, although none of the doors quite as nice as the one for the principal's office.

The echoing of his shoes on the hard and cold laminate gave off a lonely feeling. Jared felt that it filled him with a weird sense of trepidation as bad memories of his own time in school on earth started to surface before he suppressed them.

Further into the building more of the layout came into view, the school consists of eight hallways, either vertical or horizontal, crossing each other neatly like the lines on a checkerboard.

The principal hesitated briefly before going into one of the rooms and opening the door.

From the view behind the principal, a young female teacher at the very back of the classroom can be seen standing in front of a large chalkboard as well as ten students sitting on simple standardized desks all around nine or maybe ten years old.

It made Jared wonder again why call it a high school at all when they are only as old as elementary schoolers.

(Hmm, perhaps there's a loss in translation somewhere...? Oh well, I'll find out why eventually, no secret can escape Jared Holmes the famous neurotic detective!)

It was strange to Jared. It was not the room itself, but the fact that the room seemed rather bare for a classroom of such young children. He expected to see more color.

The left side of the classroom had a quarter wall, and above it stood two large glass windows, they were separated by a divider.

The sun was doing its best to shine through, but the blinds impeded it, reducing its brightness, and next to the window on either side stood two medium-sized potted plants.

The principal greeted the class warmly, and the students greeted back in unison.

Principal Kale looked around for a moment, and from a blind spot from where Jared was standing, Kale gestured towards someone asking for the person in question to assist him.

After a moment, a well-dressed youth around five feet in height, and seeming to be around fifteen years old exited the room and began following the principal down the hall, but his serious expression paired with his freckles seemed a bit unusual and out of place for his young age.

If the name the principal called was true, then his name should be "Koi"

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Jared snaps out of his thoughts as the two began walking further away, so Jared quickly jogged to catch up.

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After half a minute the three arrived at the far west wing of the school and there stood a denser row of doors with smaller rooms, most likely for one on one tutoring.

The principal opened one of the doors and looked inside briefly before walking in and switching the lights on.

The room is much like the classroom seen earlier but smaller scale and without a single window, giving it a claustrophobic feel.

Two desks could be seen facing each other, one large and one small, they were most likely for a teacher to assist a single student.

Completing the room were a few all-purpose chairs stacked up on the back wall next to the chalkboard.

The principal chatted with the youth for a few minutes to get him up to speed. After they finished, the principal exited the room. He closed the door behind him.

The youth then casually turned to Jared, and in a mature voice you wouldn't expect, he calmly and unhurriedly spoke,

"Mr Jared, I am a tutor here, you may call me Mr Koi, I understand here that you have amnesia, and I have been asked by Principal Kale to assess the knowledge you know so that I may know how to better teach you, so I hope you will cooperate with me."

For around two hours, he systematically went through different subjects, such as pokemon, math, history, science, and writing, including grammar.

Jared's ability in math, writing, and basic science seemed up to par with a high school graduate, but Koi soon found Jared's knowledge in history to be nonexistent!

On the subject of Pokemon, Koi seemed very surprised to see that his new student could name them all, yet couldn't tell him their eating habits, where they are found, and couldn't even accurately explain the behaviors of a single pokemon.

Now onto the most shocking piece of news yet! when he had asked Jared how many days are in a year he said 365, and koi replied 1095!

There are also 36 months in a year! Instead of making new names for each month after the twelve, for whatever reason each month keeps its name for three months consecutively, for example, January, second January, third January, until switching to February.

(Waiit a minute!! If it's three times longer than an earth year doesn't this mean they live as long as bloody high elves!? It is all starting to make a bit more sense now at least, and now I know why the children in a high school are only nine years old, they probably only spend a single year there!)

"Shocking"

"What was that Jared?"

"Sorry, nothing"

(I also learned that kids start school at seven, and graduate at ten... perhaps this is why they have a system where trainers act in the same capacity as police officers... well that's a relief, I feel a little better that the ten-year-olds are not ACTUAL ten year olds.)

Jared's eyes go wide, (WAIT! DOESN'T THIS MEAN MY REAL AGE IS NOT EVEN TEN ON THIS PLANET DESPITE MY OLDER APPEARANCE?)

(Oh god... please don't tell me I'm going to keep aging normally because I came from earth... because it will be rather depressing to see everyone around me stay young while I age three times quicker.)

(Huh...)

(Perhaps this is why Ash Ketchum from the anime always seemed to stay the same age... but I always thought it was for marketing purposes though...)

After the two hours were up, Koi seemed satisfied, and he asked his student to meet him for another session tomorrow.

(I gotta sigh with relief to that! While being taught by a fifteen year old with an earth age of forty-five is awkward, it would be even more awkward to be in the same classroom as those... thirty year old ten year olds... )

Jared exited the room, but the tutor remained behind.

He began searching for another exit, but all he found were some fire doors. He wisely decided not to discover if they were alarmed, because he felt it would be terrible if he caused an uproar on his first day.

Finding his way back to the reception he waved goodbye to the morbidly obese receptionist while saying a small prayer for her abused chair on his way out.

(I need to count my blessings, while I didn't get teleported into this world with some sort of godly talent... but... If I somehow reincarnate as a chair in the future... please don't let me be that one!)

Leaving the air-conditioned building, he was back into the hot Alola sun once more, with his backpack heavier than before.

(It sure was nice of Koi to let me borrow some books, if I'm ever going to become the best pokemon trainer and change this world, I can't do it from a place of ignorance. Yey for knowledge!)

As he walked past the deadpanned security guard, he couldn't help but smile at the pidgey, and it too smiled back with a friendly squawk "PII" "GGGI"

Jared considered going home, but quickly shook his head, he felt that as fun as studying right this instant would be, he really wanted to see that Mr Mime waiter he saw the first day he arrived in the city.

He felt his memory was a bit hazy, so he couldn't remember the route he had taken when he was brought to the police station all those days ago. He opened up the GPS and scanned the names of the cafes in the hopes it might jog his memory.

He was glad he did because he found one with the name " Mr.Mime Cafe," Jared suppressed a chuckle, (well this makes it easy!)