“You look just like a younger version of your father.”
A relatively short man with a shaved head and a thick beard says while approaching me, I think he was amongst the teachers during the speech. Apparently, he knew my father, of course, I should have known, my mother would have never allowed me to come here if there wasn’t a way to keep track of me.
“My name is Jordan Skywatcher, an old friend of your parents and teacher here in the academy”, he extends his hand for a handshake which I properly respond to, “It’s a pleasure to finally meet the son of my friends, feel free to come to me if you need any help.”
After that short introduction, he leaves the auditorium with the other teachers. Yet, I notice a few classmates glancing in my direction, that conversation might have put me in a bad spot. Because, yes, I’m here thanks to my parents, being a legacy student is a thing in this academy, and some people don’t appreciate those of us receiving preferential treatment.
The thing is, my mother didn’t want me to become a Pokemon trainer, why? My father is a well-known professional trainer, he went missing five years ago after joining an academic expedition to a dangerous region, and she fears I’m going to follow into his footsteps.
So, what was I supposed to do? The only reason I’m even allowed to step on the path to becoming a trainer is because of the Pokemon Battle Academy, even if being a legacy is frowned upon by fellow students, I didn’t really have a choice in the matter.
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A small redheaded girl stands in front of me with a scowl on her tiny face, she seems to be glaring at me but I can’t help but find her adorable, letting a laugh escape from my lips. Her eyes widen as she points her finger in my direction, her face turning red from anger.
“YOU! How dare you mock me? You are nothing but a legacy receiving preferential treatment just because of your parents.” Her finger stabs me in the chest, one, two, three times, until I take a step back, “I promise that I, Irene Redstone, will show everyone what a loser you are, you will be a steppingstone for me to become number one in the academy”.
Then, she turns around and leaves before I can gather myself and give her an answer. Looks like I got myself a fiery little rival before classes have even started.
As I find myself sighing, a youngster slightly taller than me puts his arm around my shoulder and smiles, “Looks like you got yourself a catch, a little bit on the smaller side but quite cute, right?”, his voice deeper than you would expect from a twelve years old. I find myself nodding to his question, before properly processing what he said.
“Gotcha”, he says as I notice his tanned skin and joking smile, “It’s nice to meet a fellow legacy, the name is Flavio, Flavio Rios”, he moves his arm away from me and stands by my side with a smirk, “I think we will have to stick together, at least until we prove ourselves to these guys”, pointing to the students around who keep their distance from us.
“Sure, my name is Gabriel, Gabe for my friends”, I’m not necessarily a people person, but I’m not a loner either, so I’m glad for this Flavio guy.
As we are standing around, the sound of speakers comes alive within the auditorium.
“Attention first year students, you need to go to the administration office for class registration”, some kids leave rather quickly, but I prefer to wait for the crowd to leave the room before going, Flavio doesn’t seem to mind waiting next to me.
“So, let’s talk girls, what do you think of blondie over there?”, wait what?