Leo POV

"The Legendary Bird Trio?" I couldn't help but say out loud. I was looking at blurry pict ures of three pokemon on my laptop .These legendary creatures are supposed to be the post powerful pokémon in Kanto. Capable of making the forces of fire, ice and lightning bend to their will. The power these three possess is supposed to be catastrophic.

At least...that's what the legends say, of course, no one has actually seen them before. Unless you count the blurry pictures people post on their poké-blogs. Despite the lack of evidence of their existence, I'm still hopeful about them. Not a lot of people have actually battled legendary pokémon before. I wonder how strong they actually are...

"Leo, dinner's ready!" my aunt yells from downstairs, her voice reverberating around the house. "Okay, I'm coming!" I yell back as get out my bed and head downstairs. My mom was by the dining room table on her wheel chair.

Silky long dark hair flowed passing her shoulders with her wearing a simple white dress covered in flower designs. Her hazel eyes turned to me; a soft smile edged on her voice.

"Leo come on, your aunt's made something special for you..."she said still smiling.

"Meh, it's just new dish. I just wanna see if it tastes good," was my aunt's simple response.

"So I'm your guinea pig?" I ask jokingly before sitting next to my mom by the table.

"Glad you understand your role, kid," my aunt says with a mischievous smirk. I roll my eyes but a smile is still present on my face. While my mom shakes her head at my aunt's antics. "Now come on. Let's dig in" my aunt says, smile on her face.

General POV

Dinner was peaceful. Most of it was spent with Leo's mother and aunt chatting about stories going around town. Leo just ate his meal quietly, occasionally having to his mom's questions about his day. Most of his thoughts were on what he wanted to do when he became trainer. He settled on the fact that he was most likely going to do the gym challenge. It was the best way to challenge the best trainers of the region.

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"So kid...how'd you do on the test?" my aunt asked, finishing up her fried rice.

"It was okay..." Leo says, focusing on his meal and less on his aunt. He didn't disuade her, however.

"And have you decided what to do when you get your pokémon license?" she pressed.

"Violet," Leo's mother said warningly, already knowing what she was getting at.

"What? I'm just asking, Dahlia," Violet says while raising her hands up as if surrendering.

"I think everyone knows what you're doing..." Dahlia mumbles under breathe.

"So I'm guessing you guys are still against the idea of me being a trainer?" Leo asks casually, a blank expression still on his face.

"Leo...I know you've really been nterested in being a pokémon trainer," Leo's mom says softly.

"But it's a suicidal profession–and quitefrankly–it won't be good for you," Violet says bluntly.

"Violet!" Leo's mom yells, looking at her sister disprovingly.

"Don't yell at me Dahlia, you know I'm right," Violet says defensively. "He's chasing after someone who's just going to hurt him again," her eyes darkened bit.

"I'm not that weak!" Leo yells, the table shaking as he slams his hands against it. His mom flinches a bit with his Aunt just bridling at his cold tone. "Uh...sorry," he says, more to his mom than his aunt. "Listen: I'm not going to become a pokémon trainer, I'm just going to be one of professor Oak's aides"He says calmly.

"You...aren't gonna be a trainer?" his mom asks, her voice filled with surprise and hopefulness.

"Yes..." Leo says calmly, looking very annoyed.

"Just like that?" Violet asks suspiciously, not buying Leo's words. Leo's eyes turned towards his aunt with their eyes locking with each other.

"If I was gonna be a serious trainer I'd need to go enter the gym challenge, and considering that I'm only turning fourteen tomorrow, I'm too young to enter the challenge without your permission," he says in an emotionless tone. "If I was sixteen I wouldn't need your signature. But I'm not. and there's no changing your minds."

"Leo..." his mom begins. She knew it was probably hard for him to give this up.

"Don't get the wrong idea, this is only temporary, until I'm old enough to enter myself," he shrugs his shoulders.

Violet snorts at the boy's plain audacity.

"You know you're not too old for corporal punishment so take it easy with the cheekyness," Violet says jokingly.

Dahlia gives her a scathing look before turning back to her son.

"I guess we'll have postpone this argument for next year," she says softly, "I know you may not like it but I'm happy about this, and I'm sure you will be too," she says, smiling softly.

Leo just chose to stay quiet. After all: they both seemed happy with his reasoning.

He almost felt bad lying to them like that.