Reborn in Pokemon With Dragon System

John's Point of View

The wind brushed gently across the grass as I sat cross-legged beneath the wide boughs of an ancient tree, one of the many that dotted the edge of the Silver estate. The canopy above filtered the sunlight into drifting patches of gold and green, casting playful patterns on the marble path just beyond the roots. It was quiet here. Peaceful. A perfect place to think.

Four years.

It's been four whole years since I turned two and stepped onto that ridiculous private jet with Butterfree clinging to me like a clingy aunt, Gengar already scheming, and Mom trying not to implode from realizing her son could speak fluent Pokémon.

So much has changed since then.

First off, the estate—calling it big is an understatement. No, this place is a small kingdom tucked within nature. The central manor alone is larger than a five-story building and made of silvery stone with draconic trim and vine-covered balconies. From the outside, it looks noble and timeless. From the inside, it's a labyrinth of corridors, gardens, sparring halls, training rooms, meditation sanctuaries, and way too many staircases. You could lose a Rapidash in here if you weren't careful.

The estate isn't just for comfort. It's the heart of the Silver family. Well... the main family. We have 200 members total, but only a small portion of them count as "mainline"—the rest are distant relatives or specialized staff. I belong to that small circle. The inner blood. Mom made sure of that when she dragged me home.

Well—one of my moms.

Yua is my mother by blood. The kind of woman who would rip apart a mountain if someone hurt me. Then there's... my other mom. The Void Dragon. She adopted me before I was even born into this world—when I was still wandering the endless black, drifting in solitude for what felt like eternity. She's the reason I'm even here. The one who blessed me with her power. Her love.

She made me hers.

And because of her—and maybe a little effort on my part—I ended up discovering something... well, three things, actually.

Three energy cores.

The Verdant Spirit core was the first to awaken, tied to that hidden side quest I completed back when I was just starting to string sentences together. It was subtle at first—just a warm presence inside me, like vines growing in my soul—but when it bloomed, it changed everything. It gave me healing. Communication. Empathy. Connection.

The Void core... that one was obvious. I knew I'd have it. After spending 100,000 years drifting in nothingness, I could feel it. My very bones hummed with it. And when I meditated... when I truly sank into myself? I could touch that endless depth. I just didn't dive too far. Not yet. I'm still too young to bear all of it.

But the Psychic core?

That one blindsided me.

It didn't even register until after my second birthday, after all the cuddles and parties and Butterfree-induced near suffocation. I'd been too distracted by the attention, by Grandma brushing my hair and whispering about how soft and adorable I was, to think clearly.

But the next morning—after everything settled—I sat in Grandma's study and reviewed Lilia's report with them. She scanned me. Without telling me. And found it.

Psychic energy.

Honestly, I was going to be mad. I had every right to be. But then she did that thing with my hair—you know the one, where she runs her fingers through it just right and hums softly—and my anger... dissolved.

Well, let's be honest.

She persuaded me. Effectively.

After that, I forgave her. Begrudgingly. Maybe.

Anyway.

So yeah—Verdant, Void, and Psychic. Three cores. Three sources of power. I've been training them all in secret, of course. Meditation. Breathing. Emotional regulation. Grandma and Mom think I'm just doing it for inner peace or something, but the truth is, I'm building the foundations for what comes next.

And I'm not slacking in other areas either.

My education? Done.

I pretty much blew through everything they gave me. Math, reading, logic, basic politics, history—all of it. Mom and Grandma were content to let me stop studying after that. Said I deserved to play, to be a child again.

But I didn't want to stop.

Once the academics were cleared, I turned to Lilia—my tutor, personal maid, and sometimes my second brain—and asked her to teach me everything she could about Pokémon. Not just the basics. Not just the surface-level stuff.

Everything.

Because here's the thing—this world isn't a game. It's not scripted. There are no resets. No walkthroughs. My knowledge from the games and anime? It's helpful. Sure. But it's also flawed. Incomplete. Real Pokémon don't move in static patterns. Their behavior, their growth, their emotions—they're all living, breathing things.

And if I wanted to become strong—truly strong—then I needed to understand them.

All of them.

As the old anime quote goes: "Knowledge is power."

So I studied. And observed. And asked questions. And now?

Now I know more than most ten-year-olds probably ever will.

I've studied every member of my mother Yua's team. Six in total. All powerful. All seasoned. And yet... something inside me whispers that one day, I'll surpass them all. Not out of arrogance. But because I have to. Because the world is shifting, and I feel the storm on the horizon.

But I'll get to that later.

Let's talk about her team.

Starting with Butterfree.

Her stats are as follows—

🦋 Status Report: Yua's Butterfree

• Name: None

• Race: Butterfree

• Gender: Female

• Alignment: Friendly

• Rank: Elemental

• Potential: Purple

• Ability: Compound Eyes

• Hidden Ability: Tinted Lens

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• Health: 162/162

• Strength: D

• Agility: B

• Speed: A

• Intellect: B+

• Defense: C

• Special Attack: A

• Special Defense: B

• Leadership: D

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🌀 Active Skills

• Psybeam (Complete Mastery)

• Bug Buzz (Complete Mastery)

• Stun Spore (Complete Mastery)

• Air Slash (Complete Mastery)

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🔒 Passive Skills

• Compound Vision

• Mental Resilience

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• Trainer: Yua Silver

• Bond: 10/10

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Butterfree is... well, she's devoted. Friendly to a fault. She sticks to me like a Shuckle to honey and praises everything I do like I invented walking. But don't let her gentle nature fool you. She's powerful. Her Special Attack is high enough to level smaller opponents outright, and her mastery of her moves is near flawless. You don't usually see that kind of complete mastery across an entire moveset—especially on a Pokémon people tend to underestimate.

Still, despite how impressed I was, there was something that bothered me. Something I noticed about my own ability.

When I used Observe on her, it only showed four of her moves.

Not five. Not six. Just four.

I know for a fact she has more in her arsenal—Mom even said as much once—but this ability only lets me see four at a time. I don't know if that's because I'm using it on Pokémon I don't have a direct bond with, or if the skill itself is capped like that for now. It might work differently once I use it on my own future team. Maybe then I'll get the full picture.

But for now, it's a limitation. One I need to remember.

Still, even if her Speed is labeled as "A," that doesn't mean she's some kind of warp-speed demon. It just means she's faster than most Butterfree—and probably faster than a good number of average Flying-types. Not all. Not the top tier. But enough to give her an edge in most aerial engagements.

Enough about Butterfree.

The next one on the list was Mom's starter.

The one that's stood beside her since the beginning.

His stats are as follows—

🌊💪 Status Report: Yua's Swampert

• Name: None

• Race: Swampert

• Gender: Male

• Alignment: Loyal / Resolute

• Rank: Elite

• Potential: Crimson Gold

• Ability: Torrent

• Hidden Ability: Damp

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• Health: 248/248

• Strength: A+

• Agility: B

• Speed: B

• Intellect: B+

• Defense: A

• Special Attack: B

• Special Defense: A

• Leadership: A

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🌀 Active Skills

• Earthquake (Complete Mastery)

• Waterfall (Complete Mastery)

• Protect (Complete Mastery)

• Hammer Arm (Complete Mastery)

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🔒 Passive Skills

• Pressure Shield (Creates aura-dense water film that resists damage)

• Steadfast Core (Boosts power and resistance under emotional strain)

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• Trainer: Yua Silver

• Bond: 10/10

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Now this is power.

Swampert wasn't just Mom's first partner—he was her anchor. Her mountain. The wall she leaned on when things got messy. I've seen him spar with some of the Silver estate's instructors, and they look like toddlers throwing pebbles at a cliff when he's in motion.

Everything about him screams tank. With A+ Strength and A-rank Defense and Special Defense, he could bulldoze through most enemies and shrug off counterattacks like they were mosquito bites. But he's not just brute force—his Intellect and Leadership aren't low either. He thinks. He directs. He adapts in the moment, especially when protecting Mom.

That passive skill, Pressure Shield, is fascinating. I don't even think I've seen it activate with my eyes yet—it's subtle. But I've read the estate logs. When triggered, it wraps his body in a dense film of aura-infused water that dulls kinetic impact. The stronger the attacker, the more it absorbs. And Steadfast Core? That one's brutal. The more emotionally invested he becomes—say, if Mom is threatened—he just gets stronger.

There's nothing flashy about Swampert. No teleporting. No elemental chaos explosions. Just unrelenting, grounded dominance. He's the kind of Pokémon that shows you power doesn't always come with sparkle.

He's also terrifying when angry. I saw that once.

Never again.

But even with all that power...

Even with stats that make mid-level trainers sweat...

One day, I'll surpass him too.

Not out of pride. Not out of competition.

But because if I'm going to survive in this world—and protect the people and Pokémon I care about—then I need to reach a level far beyond what any Elite-tier Pokémon can offer.

I need to evolve the same way this world does—quietly, naturally... and absolutely.

Now then.

Next up is one of Mom's more... flashy Pokémon.

Gyarados.

His stats are as follows—

🌊 Status Report: Yua's Gyarados

• Name: None

• Race: Gyarados

• Gender: Male

• Alignment: Aggressive / Protective

• Rank: Elite

• Potential: Red

• Ability: Intimidate

• Hidden Ability: Moxie

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• Health: 236/236

• Strength: A

• Agility: C+

• Speed: B

• Intellect: B

• Defense: B+

• Special Attack: B

• Special Defense: B

• Leadership: A

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🌀 Active Skills

• Aqua Tail (Complete Mastery)

• Ice Fang (Complete Mastery)

• Dragon Dance (Complete Mastery)

• Crunch (Complete Mastery)

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🔒 Passive Skills

• Aura Thrash (Releases violent aura shockwaves when enraged)

• Battle Cry (Raises ally morale and weakens enemy resolve)

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• Trainer: Yua Silver

• Bond: 10/10

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Gyarados is a beast.

No, seriously—if you saw the way some of the staff flinch when he slithers through the courtyard pool, you'd understand. He's massive—a wall of scale, muscle, and barely restrained fury. But under that aggression? There's something deeper. A fierce protectiveness. Especially toward Mom.

His Intimidate ability is already terrifying. Most opponents hesitate before they even move. But when that's paired with Moxie? Yeah—if he knocks you out, he just gets stronger. The battlefield quickly becomes a snowball of chaos and power the longer he's left unchecked.

But the most interesting part isn't even his moves—it's his passive skills.

Aura Thrash. When enraged, he doesn't just attack with his body. His aura explodes. It's like a Dragonite had a meltdown inside a thunderstorm. It doesn't care about typing or defense—it's raw presence. If he's in a rage, everything around him suffers for it.

And then there's Battle Cry.

I only heard it once. Just once.

It was during a mock battle with some of the estate guards. Gyarados roared—no, howled—and the battlefield froze. Enemy Pokémon hesitated. His allies surged with new strength. Even I felt it in my bones. It wasn't sound. It was intent.

His Speed and Agility aren't high. C+ and B, respectively. But that doesn't matter. You don't dodge a flood—you brace for it. And once he gets going with Dragon Dance, that sluggishness vanishes. He becomes a nightmare in motion.

He's not just a tank.

He's a force.

And while I may not be as loud or large as him...

One day, even that roar will have to quiet itself before me.

Next was—

Absol.

The shadow watcher.

Her stats are as follows—

🌑 Status Report: Yua's Absol

• Name: None

• Race: Absol

• Gender: Female

• Alignment: Cautious

• Rank: Elite

• Potential: Purple

• Ability: Super Luck

• Hidden Ability: Justified

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• Health: 198/198

• Strength: B

• Agility: A

• Speed: A

• Intellect: B

• Defense: C+

• Special Attack: C

• Special Defense: B

• Leadership: B

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🌀 Active Skills

• Night Slash (Complete Mastery)

• Swords Dance (Complete Mastery)

• Detect (Complete Mastery)

• Psycho Cut (Complete Mastery)

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🔒 Passive Skills

• Danger Sense (Passive aura sensitivity to incoming threats)

• Aura Sight (Can glimpse fractures in fate when focused)

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• Trainer: Yua Silver

• Bond: 10/10

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If Gyarados was a storm, Absol was the still silence right before it.

She's always watching. Always still. Like a statue carved from moonlight and shadow. She rarely moves without purpose—but when she does? It's with such lethal grace that even Pidgeot seems cautious around her.

What stands out about Absol isn't just her combat stats—though with A-rank Agility and Speed, she can outmaneuver most opponents with frightening ease—it's the instinct that makes her terrifying.

Her passive skill Danger Sense is... uncanny. She doesn't just dodge attacks—she knows when they're coming. Before they're even launched. I watched her tilt her head to the side once, and a Hyper Beam passed through the space where it had just been.

But what's worse—or maybe greater—is Aura Sight.

I didn't know what that meant at first. "Fractures in fate" sounds poetic and vague. But then she looked at me.

Not like the others did. Not like a curious Pokémon or even a cautious one.

She saw through me. Into something deeper. Something older.

And I swear—for just a second—I saw her pupils narrow like a blade finding its edge.

That moment was short. She turned away after. Didn't say anything. But I felt it.

She knows.

Maybe not everything, but enough to keep her attention fixed on me even when she pretends to be lounging in the shadows.

Her abilities—Night Slash, Psycho Cut, Swords Dance, Detect—they're surgical. She doesn't waste motion. Doesn't throw her power around like Gyarados or Swampert. She uses just enough. Always just enough.

And with Super Luck?

Let's just say you don't want to be on the receiving end of a boosted critical slash.

She's sharp. Precise. Quiet.

And absolutely deadly.

Which brings me to the next one—

Pidgeot.

The sky queen.

Her stats are as follows—

🪶 Status Report: Yua's Pidgeot

• Name: None

• Race: Pidgeot

• Gender: Female

• Alignment: Proudful

• Rank: Elite

• Potential: Red

• Ability: Keen Eye

• Hidden Ability: No Guard

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• Health: 204/204

• Strength: C

• Agility: A

• Speed: A+

• Intellect: B

• Defense: C+

• Special Attack: B

• Special Defense: B

• Leadership: B+

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🌀 Active Skills

• Hurricane (Complete Mastery)

• Tailwind (Complete Mastery)

• Aerial Ace (Complete Mastery)

• Roost (Complete Mastery)

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🔒 Passive Skills

• Wind Dominance (Naturally controls air currents around her wings)

• Prideful Gaze (Intimidates weaker foes on eye contact)

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• Trainer: Yua Silver

• Bond: 10/10

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Pidgeot isn't just fast—she's commanding.

Where Absol is quiet and watching, and Gyarados is brute fury in motion, Pidgeot is control incarnate. Everything about her radiates poise. Confidence. Pride.

She doesn't strut—she glides. With an elegance that makes even trained Flying-types look clumsy by comparison. Her A+ Speed speaks for itself—there are few Pokémon in the estate that can even follow her when she goes full tilt in the sky. Combine that with Tailwind, and she becomes borderline untouchable in aerial engagements.

And yes—her Speed might be high, but that doesn't mean she's breaking time itself. It just means she's faster than most Pokémon, especially within her species. That kind of stat rank means she dominates the air, not the world.

But what really makes her dangerous?

Wind Dominance.

It's subtle—barely visible unless you're watching closely—but she manipulates air around her wings without even trying. Wind bends around her like it wants to be led. It's how she sharpens the arcs of Aerial Ace, how she stabilizes even during harsh turns. And during Hurricane? She doesn't just summon a storm. She commands it.

And then there's her presence.

Prideful Gaze.

I laughed at the name at first—until she landed on the outer courtyard once while I was training, and a wild Fearow that had wandered too close just... froze. One look. One piercing stare. And the bird dropped all hostility, tucking its wings and backing away without a sound.

She doesn't need to battle. She just is.

A proud force in motion.

A creature born for the skies.

She reminds me a little of Mom, honestly. Elegant. Dangerous. Impossible to ignore.

But if Pidgeot is pride...

Then Gengar is pure chaos.

And of course, he was next.

His stats are as follows—

👻 Status Report: Yua's Gengar

• Name: None

• Race: Gengar

• Gender: Male

• Alignment: Devious / Natural Prankster

• Rank: Elemental

• Potential: Purple

• Ability: Cursed Body

• Hidden Ability: None

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• Health: 174/174

• Strength: C

• Agility: B+

• Speed: A

• Intellect: A

• Defense: C

• Special Attack: A+

• Special Defense: B

• Leadership: C

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🌀 Active Skills

• Shadow Ball (Complete Mastery)

• Hypnosis (Complete Mastery)

• Sludge Bomb (Complete Mastery)

• Confuse Ray (Complete Mastery)

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🔒 Passive Skills

• Curse Mark Drift (Flickering body creates illusions when moving)

• Spiritual Echo (Residual laughter can delay detection in aura scans)

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• Trainer: Yua Silver

• Bond: 10/10

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There's no predicting Gengar.

You can brace for Swampert, prepare for Absol, counter Pidgeot... but Gengar? He's already inside your room, upside-down on the ceiling, humming the Lavender Town theme and writing rude things on your mirror in reverse handwriting.

He's a menace. A ghostly gremlin with enough Special Attack to melt walls and enough Speed and Agility to vanish between blinks. And worse—he's smart. Not book smart. Prank smart. The kind of clever that leads to the entire west wing's chandeliers floating upside-down for three hours, just because someone insulted his cooking.

But what makes him dangerous isn't just his power—it's how he applies it.

Every move is mastered. Shadow Ball, Hypnosis, Sludge Bomb, Confuse Ray—he'll weave those together like a magician doing stand-up comedy, and you'll find yourself knocked out, covered in glitter, and unsure if it was all a dream.

Then there's his passives.

Curse Mark Drift makes him appear like he's glitching in and out of visibility, especially when moving fast. It's not invisibility. It's... illusionary blurring. Like watching something half in reality, half in memory.

And Spiritual Echo?

It's creepy. His laughter lingers in places he isn't. Sometimes I'll hear it echoing faintly through the garden, and I know he's nowhere near. I checked once. He was on the roof sipping juice with a straw made from solidified ectoplasm.

And yet... despite all that madness, despite the chaos and mischief...

He loves Mom. Fiercely. Protectively. Maybe even possessively. And like the rest of her team—his bond is maxed. Absolute. Unshakable.

Even with his pranks.

Even with his eerie tricks.

He belongs to her.

Just like one day, a team will belong to me.

I've studied their power.

I've learned from their presence.

I've memorized their strengths, weaknesses, and instincts.

And one day...

I'll surpass them all.

Up until now, the most training I've done physically was basic conditioning—running laps around the eastern field, doing push-ups and sit-ups. Half the volume of Saitama's infamous workout, to be precise:

50 push-ups, 50 sit-ups, 50 squats, and a 5 km run. Every. Single. Day.

Not bad for a six-year-old, I guess. Especially one still hiding his true cards.

But it's not enough.

That kind of training was just a warm-up. Something to maintain the illusion of innocence while I built my foundation.

It's time that ends.

I've done the research. Meditated. Listened to my body's rhythm and aura flow. My second growth spurt should hit at around seven and a half—but even now, my development is ahead of schedule. I'm ready.

And I know exactly where I need to go next.

The forest.

Not just for peace. Not just for connection.

But for real training.

The kind that awakens power, not just prepares for it.

The kind that changes everything.

But there's a problem.

Convincing Mother and Grandmother?

...Yeah, that's going to be its own battle.