Pokémon: Rain, Wind, Thunder, and Ice

"Greetings. I'm Ouranos—Primordial God of the Sky, Protogenos, co-architect of existence, personal drinking buddy of Arceus, and one of the fine deities who helped stitch this multiverse together.

But enough grandstanding. I'm here to talk about one of the Champions I picked for this world. His name is Jack Sparrow.

And I fucking love reincarnators like him.

Me and the other gods—call us Admins, Primals, S-Class Observers, whatever—have brought over souls from countless realms, dimensions, timelines, and Truck-kun victims. But most of 'em? Boring. Absolutely unbearable.

They're always so selfish. I mean, cripplingly selfish. It's honestly impressive.

They rarely notice their own flaws, and if they do, they weaponize them like it's cute. They fall into archetypes: the self-righteous hero (Wrong Way Healer MC hates bullies way too much), the happy-go-lucky idiot (Nastu) , the moody edgelord (so many), the trauma-dump with a sword, the pure selfish ones... yet they all have one thing in common:

They do whatever the hell they want. Consequences? LOL.

But then there are souls like Jack. A rare breed. They actually engage with their new world. They talk to people. They adapt. They live. They don't obsess over what they lost—they explore what they've gained. Those are the souls we let remember their past lives. Not because we owe them. Because they earn it. Mostly because they actually listen to advice. 

The world is Pokémon #7676B12. A hybrid world teeming with Pokémon, humans, monsters, and gods.

Our protagonist Jack Sparrow is twenty days away from earning his Class F Pokémon Trainer License. Trainers in this world are humanoid beings who use their Aura to bond with Pokémon for battles, exploration, and defense against monsters. They are humanity's primary fighting force.

Trainer rankings range from F (lowest) to SSS (top tier). These classes are earned through combat skill, monster suppression, badge collection, ribbons, public contributions, and overall reputation. S-Class Trainers can solo threats so devastating they'd normally require a full battalion.

Understanding Pokémon potential is vital. Like Trainers, Pokémon rank from F to SSS. Most Trainers are expected to raise Pokémon in the C or D tier. Why? Because high-potential Pokémon demand enormous resources—food, training, and especially Aura. A D-Class Pokémon needs D-Class resources and a Trainer with the matching Aura output.

You can't just grab a high-tier Pokémon and expect results. Trainers must nurture their partners day and night. A portion of a Trainer's Aura is constantly invested in their Pokémon, even when resting.

And every Pokémon's diet and regimen is unique. Compatibility is king. Just as each Pokémon's Aura signature is different, so is each human's. These subtle variations can drastically affect how well a Trainer and Pokémon bond.

Low compatibility means rejection or weak bonding. A mismatch makes both sides worse. Successful Pokémon training requires trust and resonance.

Potential isn't fixed. You can raise it over time through feeding, evolution, training, and Aura conditioning. But doing so is a hellish investment—one that many Trainers underestimate. Genetics alone aren't enough. Like parenting, Pokémon raising is an unpredictable science.

No two Pokémon require the same method. Species, gender, genetic lineage, nature—each adds complications. Most Trainers wash out or go broke within five years. Even training an F-Class Pokémon takes serious cash, and costs scale hard with potential.

The materials exist, thanks to the Monster invasions. But the know-how? That's the bottleneck. Every step—from combining ingredients, figuring out temperature ratios, timing, and prep—is trial and error.

Even success is unique to that one Pokémon. The method won't work on its cousin, its sibling, or even its same-species neighbor. That's how granular things are. Sure, you can use generalist methods, but they suck long term and cost much as small island GP. 

It's insanity. Beautiful, soul-crushing insanity.

And yet…

Jack—our Jack—broke every rule. He always breaks the rules. Jack's method is... let's say unconventional. 

Thanks to that "system" we grafted into his soul when we reincarnated him (its was rare for man to have three souls in his body), he gained a kind of intuition. A sense for what his Pokémon need to evolve and what materials they require to raise them. He doesn't understand it. He just rolls with it.

Right now, he's raising two Pokémon: Calypso and Mnemosyne. 

He has no clue what he's doing. His souls are average—three 'normal' men mashed together—but he's got gut instinct, pure luck, and the dumbass energy of a man who can walk into a volcano and come out with a suntan.

He's a lovable, chauvinistic idiot with a gift for disaster and no self-preservation filter. Jack's the type who'll barter with a dragon using Monopoly money and win. Wild Card with a fondness for freedom, Rum, and absolute randomness define him. No one knows what he'll do next.

So how does he survive? Indy Ploy? Speed Chess? Dumb luck? Who the hell knows.

What we do know is this: hold onto your wallet. Because Jack's not stupid. He's a Manipulative Bastard biding his time for the right play. He can parley his way out of anything. Or manipulate you into doing it for him.

Almost.

Now let's take a look at the pool area in Jack's apartment complex. The one he is totally paying full price for and definitely did not scam a widow to get.

So how's he keeping those girls alive and thriving?

Let's take a peek at the pool.

And by "pool," I mean lake-sized aquatic marvel of engineering that he totally built legally, definitely didn't steal the blueprints for, and most certainly didn't con out of a rich guy inheritance fund by pretending to be fake online than blackmail said rich guy because he is giant tool. Nope. 

He calls it the Sparrow Aqueducts. (Terrible name.)

According to system guidelines and "buying" tips, the water in the Sparrow Aqueducts (Nope still bad name.) is lined with Water Gems. These magical stones hold Water-type Aura. When held, they boost a Water-type move once. When consumed? They flood a Pokémon's system with elemental energy and might raise their potential.

Jack was supposed to feed them whole to the girls. The basic of Water said so. Each costs three million yen. But after Calypso and Mnemosyne fell in, he decided to expand the pool. Turned it into a sprawling aquatic habitat.

And then he got creative. Or mad whatever works. 

Instead of feeding the Gems, he ground them into dust and mixed them into the pool's concrete foundation—alongside sea stones (a naturally-occurring but immensely rare mineral that resembles sea itself), dulled water stones (recycled evolutionary stones still useful for crafting Water-type Pokémon equipment.), crushed Water Tera Shards, Crystal Clusters from the Crystal Pool, and his own interpretation of a Terarium Core—one infused with pure Water energy and Stellar Terra Shards. 

As for the water? Jack asked a "licensed" a pirate—er, merchant—who sold it to him said:

"Aye, this water? Straight from the Crack, lad. Beneath the third layer. Not just Kraken water. Mother Kraken water. Something about freshwater, seawater—it don't matter. Weird fish. Weird water. Perfect for yer Pokémon lad."

Jack, of course, said: "Sounds legit."

Add in coral reefs, iceberg plankton, imported monster flora, Oxygen Leaf pumps, docile lake Monsters, prey-tier aquatic Monsters, and a goddamn obstacle course for Pokémon aquatic Olympics—and you've got the most overengineered training zone this side of Mount Spear.

Total maintenance cost? 17 million yen per month.Estimated value if actually paid for legally? 55 billion yen.Jack's actual investment? Maybe 12 million yen and a favor from a guy named Knife-Ear Greg.

The money is legally his. Do not listen to a bald guy with an ugly tie. He can't prove anything. 

"Attea, I never loved," A handsome man said with venom in his voice.

And yes—if you were wondering—he did install projectors in the water so Calypso and Mnemosyne could watch daytime soaps while training.

He's an idiot.But he's our idiot.

And this is only the beginning.

—Pokémon POV — Calypso & Mnemosyne

"No, Hunter! You have to love him!" Calypso wailed, flopping so hard she made waves in the middle of the aqueduct.

The shiny Magikarp paused, mid-dramatic spiral, and let herself sink slightly. "Ugh. They don't write 'em like they used to. That plot twist? Lazy. That kiss? Mid."

Mnemosyne surfaced beside her, bubbles escaping her gill slits. The pink-hued Feebas rolled her violet eyes. "You say that like we weren't watching a soap opera starring three Snorunt and a babe of girl Frostlass. Love her style."

"Excuse me," Calypso snapped, puffing up her golden scales, "but art is art. And I needed that betrayal arc."

Mnemosyne gave a slow, sarcastic tail flick. "Sure, diva. Next you'll say the scene where the Wooper got amnesia was moving."

"It was, okay?! He forgot how to breathe!" Calypso huffed. "He thought he was a Ground-type. I felt that."

Both are forgetting that Wooper well Kanto version are going to evolve into Water/Ground type and they live near mud... 

"Yeah, yeah. Deep stuff." Mnemosyne drifted onto her back, letting the light from above shimmer against her dull pink skin. She was molting again, but at least it didn't itch as much. 

The Feebas asked her sister, "So when we go back to the Spa again?"

Every second moon during the week, Master took them to something called a Spa. It was wonderful. The water was always warm, the bubbles danced like psychic fingers, and their scales got shiny enough to blind a Pidgeot mid-dive. 

Also, the pointy-eared top heavy looking human always tried to mate Master every time they visited. As expected of her Master. He was stronger than most males and, as an Alpha, Master clearly required many mates. Obviously. That was just logic.

How she doesn't carry children Mnemosyne would never know. 

Calypso blew a bubble. It rose and popped like punctuation.

"Soon, I hope. My scales are looking matte again. I can't be caught looking like pond trash, not with the way that Sarge Bronzor stares at me during training."

Mnemosyne side-eyed her. "That thing doesn't even have pupils. He's not staring. He's just... floating judgmentally."

"Exactly. Hater energy." Calypso huffed.

She flicked her fin, sending a ripple through the water that wobbled a bit of kelp like a waving banner. "I need the cucumber scrub. And the algae wrap. And the good kelp conditioner. Not that bargain bin crap that smells like dying Corsola."

Mnemosyne sighed dramatically. "Last time I used that, I smelled like old reef for a week. One of the Surskit tried to mate with me."

"Ew. Creeper bugs."

"Exactly."

A silence. They both floated for a moment, reliving the horrors of underfunded aquatic beauty products.

Then Mnemosyne swirled upside-down again. "Master looked different today. You notice? A little more glow. Like maybe he finally activated his Inner Tide."

Calypso bobbed her head. "He's been doing that humming thing again. You know. The 'yo ho, yo ho, something-something soul' chant."

"That's his battle hymn. He hums it before punching things."

"It's kinda hot."

"Very."

They giggled. A pair of girl-fish giggles—full of ego and mischief and absolutely no awareness of how little they understood human mating rituals.

Calypso turned to inspect her reflection in the tank's glass wall. "You think he prefers the shiny sheen or the soft glow? Because if he likes soft, I need to switch from scale wax to luminous mist."

Mnemosyne tapped her lip with a fin. "He did give you that Leviathan meat chunk. That's gotta mean something."

"He feeds me. Regularly." Calypso said it like she was announcing royalty."Like a queen."

"Please. He scooped me out of the trash river. That's love." Mnemosyne sniffed."We've bonded through trauma."

"Girl, your trauma was self-inflicted. You swam into a whirlpool on purpose."

"It was for the aesthetic. I needed a dramatic backstory."

"You're so dumb."

"You're so jealous."

They both stuck out their tongues. Or tried to. Fish don't really have tongues, but they made the effort, and that's what counted.

A moment passed. The tank water shimmered again.

"Humans are weird, though," Mnemosyne muttered.

"Like, that one with the square head? He tried to pet me through the tank. With Cheeto fingers."

"Yeah. He smells like powdered crime."

Calypso twitched.

"Also, he keeps calling Master 'bro.' I don't like it. Only we get to call him things. Like Emperor. Or Scaledaddy."

"Scaledaddy is too much."

"You're just mad you didn't think of it first."

They shared a synchronized flick of the tail, then drifted into lazy spirals again.

"What you want for dinner?" Mnemosyne asked, dreamily."If Master opens the Big Cold Box again, I'm calling dibs on the marinated Black Water Krab meat."

"You always dib that."

"Because I'm faster."

"Because you're louder."

"Same thing."

A moment later, Calypso suddenly stiffened.

"Wait. Is that mud I smell?"

Mnemosyne sniffed the water.

"…Kanto Wooper again. Ugh."

Outside the tank, a gurgle and a slap.

"GET OUT OF OUR ZONE, YOU DIRT-LOVING CHUBBY TADPOLE!"

Calypso flared her fins.

"Mud is not a spa treatment!"

Mnemosyne scowled at the approaching globs."Your evolution doesn't even have ankles. Go evolve into a puddle."

They glared together as the Wooper doofed happily nearby, oblivious to the high-grade scorn radiating off the S-rank duo.

Because in this world, beauty might be subjective.

But attitude?

That was everything.