“Might as well get this over with.” Jada sighed. “First off, I need to know what he's dropped on me before I can do anything. Do you mind giving me some time to look through this folder?”
“Not at all.” I speak quietly. “This is rather sudden for me too.”
“Thank you. My name is Misaki Jada.” Jada replies somberly.
“Nicholas Frost.” I say, returning the introduction.
I feel bad for the new master level trainer in front of me. Having a whole bunch of new projects dropped on you by your manager is always disorienting. Especially if you have no say in the matter. I wonder though,
“Is he allowed to drop all this on you like that?” my curiosity getting the better of me.
A brief sigh of despair escapes her lips, “Yes. He's in charge of the entire island. And while he has the skill for the position, he doesn't have the attitude. Most of us just wish he would retire or do his job properly. Tapu save us.” She answers briefly before continuing.
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“The paperwork seems fairly simple; Your file, my promotion papers, your acceptance papers into Alola, a form for you to fill out on acquiring your first Pokémon, a form to fill out regarding you accepting your position as my apprentice, acceptance of risk papers because you're a faller? Oh Tapu, no wonder you're going straight to an apprenticeship. Your UE signature would make it impossible for you to safely traverse the Alola region alone, but why is it permanent risk acceptance? Ah I see, UB-01 neurotoxin. That explains all of this.” She looks up to me and on seeing my questioning gaze explains what she just read in my file.
“Basically, you got poisoned by an ultra-beast known as Nihilego, likely right after your arrival or right before your rescue. The neurotoxin seems to have left some lingering side effects, namely a higher tolerance for type-energy, a proclivity for obsessing over the first thing to gain your focus, and a lack of caution or regard for safety measures based on previous cases. It seems we have treated you as best as we can, but you will likely have to get used to your new normal.” Her tone turns apologetic at the end, as if she regrets what happened and she could have changed it.
“Me falling probably saved my life. I would have died in the snow and ice on that mountain if I didn't. I don't regret falling, and I don't need your pity.” I retort after she finishes.
Some poison wouldn't stop me. I would make my way in this new world. I would brave the ice again and rise to the top. And I refuse to die trying.