Zaire Kenpachi Wick stood at six-foot-six with a body carved out like a damn war god—broad-shouldered, vascular, and forged from a lifetime of brutal martial arts training and underground fighting tournaments, both legal and very much not.
His skin was a rich amber, tough and calloused in all the right places—where fists had landed and blades had traced near-fatal paths. His black hair was a wild, unchained mane—half loose curls, half thick dreads—usually tied back with a leather strap, though sometimes he let it hang like a king with a crown. A long, diagonal scar stretched from his left shoulder down across his torso to his opposite hip—a nasty reminder of a fight that almost ended everything.
Fashion-wise, Zaire didn't do flashy. Simple and clean. Cargo pants, tight black tee, utility belt, heavy boots. Sometimes a Gi or a worn-out jacket if the weather asked for it. His square-framed glasses were cracked in the corner, but he still wore them. Could've replaced them. Didn't. They worked, and that was enough.
"Still can't believe this shit," Zaire muttered to himself. It's not every day you find yourself in another world, let alone aged back to eighteen. At least, he was pretty sure he was eighteen again. Felt like it.
The man stopped walking, head craning back as another bird Pokémon—Starly this time—glided across the sky, trailed by a few of its flock. He took a breath. Air was clean. Everything felt real. Unreal, but real.
The Pokémon World.
Zaire had been a fan since forever—more than 25 years deep. He was a proud Gen-Oner... Gen-Two, but since he owned both a Gameboy Advance and Gameboy Advance SP and Pokemon Blue and Silver at the same and it was bloody long ago and at most all he remembers was Sliver at most also Crystal and Emerald. Back to the Gen-Oner... Survived the original Pokemon mechanics music, beat Whitney's Miltank with under-leveled trash mons, and outlasted the fandom's spiral into "friendship is magic" anime fluff.
Don't even get him started on Paul. The dude was a goat, but man did the fanbase bitched and complained like a hypocritical dumbasses they are. All from a crybaby monkey. And the newer generations? They were full of that soft, hand-holdy "be nice to your Pokémon" crap.
Still. It was Pokémon. And no matter how old you got, if the game still brought you joy? That was magic.
Plus, let's be honest—Zaire was a grown man. A lot of those girls in the franchise? Waifu bait, plain and simple.
He tried resisting the thought. But, but come on. The fandom had done things—dark things—to poor Lillie and Lusamine. Lana and her mom too. He hadn't even noticed Lana's mom until the fan art blew up. Turns out, BBW MILFs? Big online business.
Don't even get him started on Mallow or Nemona? Tall, tan, tomboy waifus that have way too much energy and the fans think they are going to be stacked (Mallow) or have sexy abs (Nemona) or both.
Misty, May, Dawn, Serena—OG favorites, forever in the waifu hall of fame.
Lacey, Carmine, Penny? Kinda weird, but not surprising anymore. Internet fans were crazy.
Sure it too Melony to make really notice the girls. Again BBW MILF's are a trigger Zaire swear it!
Zaire tried not to judge. At least his tastes were grown—adult women with agency, not... whatever that other side of the fandom was into.
Sadly, that part of the fandom also has great art too... but He didn't judge (harshly)—just knew his preferences. Grown women, drawn human.
Besides, the Pokémon themselves were just as dope. Whole universe of beasts that spit fire, bend time, shift reality? You could learn something new every day if you paid attention. He always picked Pokémon based on the vibes: fighting, dragon, fire, poison, steel—his usual go-to types. Dark, rock, ice, and normal were cool too, depending on the build.
And honestly? He didn't hate the gimmicks like some did. Yeah, Mega Evolution was peak, but Z-Moves? Cool. Gigantamax? Hilarious. Terastallization? That one actually made people think before mashing the A button. Made battles less about brute force and more about strategy.
Now that the exposition dump was over, Zaire was fairly certain of one thing:
This was one of those realistic-ass Pokémon worlds.
"Zaire! Get yo' dumbass over here! " A sharp female voice shouted.
Zaire groaned, turning left to see a girl with a mean attitude waving him over, flanked by two familiar figures.
One of them was a tall, skinny dude. Messy brown hair, same brown eyes. Wore a black T-shirt under a blue jacket with sky-blue trim, baggy gray pants, red kicks, and a bright red cap with a black Poké Ball symbol. Guy also had a blue Rotom watch on his left wrist and a black-and-blue messenger bag strapped tight.
The girl who yelled at him? Zaire clocked her immediately.
Tall, lean, built. Long brown hair tied back in a high ponytail. Bright blue eyes, pink and white hat with a Poké Ball logo. She had on a white tank under a black vest, short denim cutoffs with white rips, and black boots with pink soles.
Add pink lipstick, thick black eye shadow, and matching nail polish, and yeah—she was the full package.
Body-wise? Thick in all the right places. Zaire mentally compared her to Ochaco Uraraka from My Hero Academia, but this girl? Way more dangerous.
Last was a grown-ass woman with a vibe. Long dark brown hair worn free, same brown eyes as the girl, but more mature. Dressed casual—a white skirt and provocative red robe exposing her ample bosom. She didn't need to do anything extra to be fine. Just was.
Get acquainted with Hilbert and Hilda, the main characters of Black and White, and their mother.
Third time is a charm. Hillary Anderson is another BBW MILF. Is the water poison or something or in this world any woman giving birth just get fat in all the right places. Like a thick Kūkaku Shiba.
"Yeah, yeah, Hilda," Zaire called out. He recognized the look in her eyes—that hungry look. He'd been with Larx for years, he knew a snow bunny when he saw one.
Especially one who looked at him like she wanted to climb him like a tree. At least it's not from Hillary this time.
"The starters are coming, dude! We don't wanna be late!" she hollered.
Right. Today was the day.
In Unova, Trainers didn't just wake up at ten and get handed a Pokédex. Nah, you had to earn that shit—pass exams, prove yourself in battles, show you had what it took. They had rankings, too, like some MMO—Beginner and whatever the rest is. Right now, Zaire, Hilda, and Hilbert were all Beginner Rank.
And in Unova? Beginner didn't mean weak.
These people battled like they had nothing to lose. Public fights. Street brawls. Tourneys every damn week. The whole region gave off Squad 11 vibes—Zaraki Kenpachi's playground.
It also meant folks in Unova were built different. Stronger, faster, meaner. Including, for some reason, Zaire himself.
Before he could reply, the older woman—Hilda and Hilbert's mom—called out again.
"You three better get goin' if you wanna make it to the lab on time! And Zaire, baby, I got your backpack ready right here."
Zaire nodded. The woman had found him passed out six months ago on her porch. Took him in without asking for anything. Just… accepted him. To this day, neither Hilbert nor Zaire understood why. But he respected her.
Zaire was damn sure Hillary wanted to have sex and its gets harder everyday to say no.
The trio walked toward Professor Juniper's lab, a towering, high-tech structure that dominated a quarter of Nuvema Town—which was massive, more like Pokémon Chicago.
"Here we are, boys!" Hilda said, grinning like a kid on Christmas. "First step of our Pokémon journey!"
Hilbert didn't say much, just gave a nod.
"Might as well get this party started," Zaire muttered, cracking his neck. First goal: get a damn Pokémon. Second goal: prepare for Larx (He just feels like his thirsty ex is here). Because if she was here too, he'd need backup.
The lab doors opened automatically as they approached—slick, modern, clean. Inside? All high-tech walls, blinking lights, bookcases full of heavy tomes, machines Zaire couldn't name but absolutely wanted to take apart later. This place screamed real scientist lab.
"Oh, there you are," a woman's voice called out, smooth but full of energy.
Zaire already knew who it was. Professor Juniper, head scientist of the Unova Region, and the one responsible for researching Pokémon origins. Tall, slender, and stylish as hell. She had fair skin, green eyes, and that honey-blonde hair fluffed up like she came straight out of a salon commercial. She wore a greenish-blue lab coat over a white blouse and short green skirt, paired with athletic white sneakers with red stripes.
And her chest? Let's just think "blonde leaf ninja proportions."
Zaire blinked. Why the hell are women in this world so hot?
"Good morning, Professor!" Hilda said with a bright smile. "We're here to start our Pokémon journeys!"
"Right, the twins—Hilbert and Hilda—and our top student in Unova: Zaire," Juniper said, flashing him a look that lingered too long. The way she said his name made the air feel heavier.
Zaire caught it. Everyone caught it. He tried to ignore her. He was a changed man, damn it.
From the next room came a loud moan. "Oh Mew, do it harder!"
Zaire's superhuman hearing zeroed in on the next room. It was Juniper's assistant. Again. He sighed as another gagging sound followed... There are too many three ways in this region.
Why did I end up in the horniest region?
"Lady," Zaire growled in his native accent and before he could stop himself, Hilda and the professor both let out soft moans at the sound of his accent slipping. Zaire winced.
Whenever he got flustered—angry, stressed, turned on—his Southern African accent with a slight Welsh lilt came out. Women (and unfortunately, fuck ton of men) lost their minds over it.
There is a reason why why nobody is allowed in the country unless they are eighteen or older. Ok granted the official age is 13 but that complicated things and people bitch too much but if it happens than it better be worth jail time if you leave the country.
Never in my life did I think I would be jealous of Hilbert's axsexual nature.
Juniper walked up, smiling seductively. "I love it when you do that…" she purred, standing on her toes to press a long, slow kiss on his mouth.
Zaire didn't even flinch. He was used to this—annoyed by it, even. Still held her steady, caught her before she collapsed. Even had to pull away himself, mouths parting with a string of spit between them.
"Pokémon. Now. Or I'm breakin' out a condom," he deadpanned.
Juniper wobbled, eyes glazed with hearts. "Yes, of course," she giggled. "Let's begin! Hilda, your joing in with me today!"
Hilda beamed. Girl looked like she was ready to jump into the mix herself. This region is wild, Zaire thought. Hilbert, still stone-faced, just gave a quiet shake of his head. Man pitied Zaire, who might be future brother in law or father in law or both. It could go either way at this point.
She guided them to a round table where three Poké Balls sat in a rotating display.
"Like all regions, we Professors offer three starters. First up—Snivy, the Grass Snake Pokémon!"
The Poké Ball popped open. A green, smug-looking reptile appeared.
A screen popped into Zaire's vision:
[Name: Zaire Kenpachi Wick]
[Race: High Human (50% Unovan | 25% Alolan | 25% Kalosan)]
[Alignment: Neutral Good]
[Progression: Beginner Pokémon Trainer | Martial Arts Trainer | Class F Bounty Hunter]
[Titles: Martial Arts Master | Weapon Master | Artist | Musician | Dancer]
[Reputation: 100]
[Aura: 700 – Huge Reservoir]
Skills:
Dragon Aura I (+2% Dragon Type Power & Training)
Fighting Aura I (+2% Fighting Type Power & Training)
Ice Aura I (+2% Ice Type Power & Training)
Fire Aura I (+2% Fire Type Power & Training)
Quadra Aura I (+40% Total Aura Reserves)
Identify I (Scan stats of Pokémon and people)
[Pokémon: None]
[Money: 34₽][Mall: E]
Zaire blinked. A cheat system? Really? Why on Earth would he need one. He won't be doing shit his Pokémon will.
He tapped the screen mentally, pulling up the Pokémon tab as he locked eyes on Snivy.
[Snivy – 3 months | Female]
Ability: Overgrow
Hidden Ability: Contrary
Potential: ★★★PL: 0
Tier: 0
Health: 17
Attack: E
Agility: D
Defense: F
Sp. Atk: D
Sp. Def: F
Moves: Tackle, Leer, Iron Tail (Egg), Mean Look (Egg)
Zaire frowned. Not bad, not great. Pretty average starter.
Juniper picked up the next Poké Ball. "Next up is Tepig, the Fire Pig Pokémon!"
The shiny piglet appeared in a flash of red. Orange, black, and adorable. Zaire's screen lit up again.
[Tepig – 3 months | Shiny | Female]
Ability: Blaze
Hidden Ability: Thick Fat
Potential: ★★★★★
PL: 1
Tier: 1
Health: 23
Attack: D
Agility: D
Defense: D
Sp. Atk: D
Sp. Def: D
Moves: Tackle, Iron Tail (Egg Move), Flame Charge, Double-Edge, Heavy Slam, Superpower (Egg Move), Rock Smash, Strength, Magnitude, Slack Off, Burn Up (Egg Move)
Zaire nearly choked. WHAT?! That move pool was stacked. Recovery, on the Tepig line with Reckless ability? That meta game broken.
Juniper smiled slyly like she knew what she was doing.
Last up, she tossed the final Poké Ball. "And this is Oshawott, the Sea Otter Pokémon!"
Cute little blue-and-white otter popped out, scalchop on its belly. Screen pinged again.
[Oshawott – 3 months | Male]Ability: Torrent
Hidden Ability: Shell Armor
Potential: ★★★★PL: 0
Tier: 1
Health: 20
Attack: E
Agility: F
Defense: D
Sp. Atk: F
Sp. Def: D
Moves: Tackle, Tail Whip, Sacred Sword (Egg Move), Aqua Cutter (Egg Move), Air Slash (Egg Move)
Solid, solid starter. Great potential. Nothing compared to that Tepig, though.
"So," Juniper asked, voice teasing, "which one'll it be?"
"Easy," Zaire said, walking straight to the Fire-type. He squatted and gave it a grin. "Yo, piglet. Wanna roll with me?"
"Tepiiig!" the shiny squealed, eyes sparkling.
Juniper chuckled. "Looks like she likes you."
Zaire froze. "Wait, she?" He looked again. The Fire-type smiled smugly. "Huh."
"Alright, that just leaves Oshawott and Snivy," Juniper turned to the twins.
Hilbert nodded at his sister, silent as ever.
Hilda stepped up and claimed the Grass-type. "This one's mine."
"Snivy," it said, flicking its tail.
Hilbert grabbed Oshawott without a word. "Oshawott," it chirped.
Ding!
[Zaire – You have obtained your first Pokémon!]
[New Tab Unlocked: Quests – See your Stats Page for updates.]
"Alright," Juniper said, opening a nearby suitcase. "You're gonna need more than just Pokémon."
Inside were three sleek black devices—like smartphones with a dual-screen design. Two with red Poké Ball logos, one with pink.
"Is that a Pokédex?" Hilda asked, eyes wide.
"Yup, upgraded versions," Juniper confirmed, handing them out with matching starter kits. "You each get twenty Poké Balls, ten Great Balls, five specialty Balls, and a regional Starter Kit—potions, heals, camping gear, the works. Oh, and twenty thousand Pokédollars."
Zaire raised a brow. That won't cover squat long-term. Raising Pokémon for real battles cost more than most mortgages. Cheap food meant weak growth. If you wanted a powerhouse? Gotta invest.
"And one more thing," Juniper said, pulling out three wristwatches—two blue, one red. "These are Xtransceivers. You can call, text, use GPS, and even video chat with other Trainers. Just link each other's codes."
Zaire sighed as his synced instantly—already had Juniper's number in it. That woman didn't play.
"Now, let's go, Zaire," Juniper cooed, dragging him off. Hilda skipped along behind.
Hilbert, calm and unbothered, gave a mock salute and dipped out. He can two hours from them to done with it.
Three later...
The trio walked through the inner lab, following the professor's swaying hips with a mix of curiosity and dread—well, dread for Zaire, anyway. Hilda looked like she was one wink away from round 13.
Juniper led them to a section of the lab where a sleek, high-res monitor on the wall displayed the Unova map, dotted with tiny moving icons that represented real-time trainer data. It even showed Pokémon habitats with energy readings.
Zaire squinted. That was not in the games.
"Alright," Juniper said, swiping her hand across the screen to pull up a Trainer Registry tab. "We'll get your licenses printed first. Since Unova operates under a semi-private Trainer Federation system, you'll be officially registered under the central league, but you're free to accept private contracts, battle challenges, and enter dungeons when qualified."
"Dungeons?" Zaire asked.
"Big part of the economy now," Juniper answered casually. "Unova's got about seventy active zones—wild Pokémon habitats that go deep underground or warp into weird biomes. Kinda like… natural arenas or pocket dimensions. Some are safe, most aren't."
Zaire looked at the glowing ring on the screen surrounding Nuvema Town. "Lemme guess. Beginner trainers stay inside this bubble till they hit three badges?"
"Exactly," she said, clearly pleased by his deduction. "You guys are still green, so no full league matches until you've earned eight wins, one badge, or ten side contracts. No worries, though. You've got time."
Hilda clapped her hands once. "So when do we battle?"
Zaire raised an eyebrow. "Damn, you thirsty for smoke already?"
"I'm just sayin'," she grinned, "the best way to get stronger is hands-on. You know it, I know it."
Zaire chuckled. She wasn't wrong.
Hilbert, finally speaking, said, "Field or gym?"
"There's a mini arena behind the lab," Juniper replied, already leading the way. "Go test out your new partners."
They walked into a wide, open training zone, half built like a classic Pokémon field and half augmented with glass walls and camera sensors. Clearly built for recording battles and gathering data.
Zaire let out a breath. Time to get a feel for this shiny pig.
He pulled out Tepig's Poké Ball and gave it a flick. "Come on out, girl."
The red light flashed and solidified into the orange-and-black piglet. She looked up at him with big, proud eyes.
"Tepiiig!"
Zaire crouched. "You ready to throw hands?"
She let out a proud little snort and stomped her hooves. Yup.
Hilbert and Hilda released their partners. Snivy emerged with its usual smug glare, arms crossed. Oshawott blinked calmly, drawing its scalchop and twirling it like a tiny blade.
"Three-way battle?" Hilda asked, hands on her hips.
"Hold up," Zaire said, standing. "Let's not jump straight into chaos. One-on-one. Round-robin style."
"Fair enough," Hilbert said, rolling his shoulders.
Zaire motioned toward him. "Me and you first."
Tepig stepped forward with a determined grunt. Oshawott nodded, stepping into position across from her.
Juniper stood on the sidelines, tablet in hand. "I'll ref this one. Standard rules. First to faint or surrender loses."
Zaire focused, cracking his knuckles. "Alright, girl. Let's start simple. Tackle."
Tepig burst forward with surprising speed, charging Oshawott.
"Oshawott, dodge and Aqua Cutter!" Hilbert commanded, calm and precise.
The otter slid left, barely avoiding the hit, then slashed down with his scalchop—water energy flaring off the edge.
Tepig took the hit, slid back, and dug in her heels.
"Shake it off," Zaire barked. "Flame Charge!"
She spun, embers lighting her tail, and launched forward with fire trailing behind her.
Oshawott tried to block with his shell, but the impact sent him tumbling backward.
Zaire grinned. "Keep the pressure on. Rock Smash."
Tepig closed the distance fast and slammed her hoof into the otter's shoulder.
"Osha—!"
"Oshawott is unable to battle," Juniper called. "Winner: Zaire and Tepig."
Hilbert recalled his Pokémon silently. No anger, no frustration—just nodded once and stepped aside.
"Next?" Zaire looked at Hilda.
"Oh, I got you, big man." She smirked. "Let's see how you handle a Grass-type."
Snivy stepped onto the field, spinning a leaf on its tail like it was already celebrating.
"Don't underestimate her," Juniper said, watching them closely.
Zaire pointed. "Lead with Iron Tail!"
Tepig's tail glowed silver as she lunged.
"Mean Look first!" Hilda countered.
Snivy's eyes flared, locking Tepig in place mid-charge.
"Now Leer, then Iron Tail!"
The tail strike smacked hard into Tepig's side, knocking her back with a grunt.
Zaire narrowed his eyes. "Girl, don't let her control the fight. Slack Off, recover now."
Tepig flopped back and breathed deeply, a soft glow returning to her body.
"C'mon," Hilda snapped. "Flame Charge through it!"
"Snivy, Leaf Blade!"
Both Pokémon clashed mid-field—fire and leaves exploding on contact.
Smoke rose. When it cleared, Tepig stood panting, barely up.
Snivy was down.
Juniper called it. "Zaire wins again."
Hilda sighed. "Damn. I thought I had you."
Zaire gave her a smirk. "You almost did. That snake's tricky."
The girl rolled her eyes. "I still want a rematch later."
"You'll get it," he replied.
Juniper walked over, nodding approvingly. "Good instincts. You're reading tempo fast, even without prior bonding. You three are gonna go far."
Zaire looked down at Tepig, who smiled up at him, tail wagging. "Yeah," he muttered, scratching her ear. "We're gonna be alright."
Then—
Ding!
[New Skill Unlocked – Aura Sight I: You can faintly perceive the aura levels of Pokémon in real time.]
Zaire blinked. Neat.
Juniper raised a brow. "You good?"
"Yeah. Just… feelin' a bit more connected."
She smiled. "You'll learn fast. Unova's not easy, but it rewards the bold. Stay sharp. And watch out for Team Plasma."
Hilda scoffed. "Those guys still around?"
"They've been quiet. Too quiet."
Zaire's stomach turned. He didn't trust quiet in a world like this.
But for now? He had a badass shiny starter, a solid team forming, and two ride-or-die allies—at least for the moment.
All that mattered was getting stronger.
Because somewhere out there?
Larx was waiting.
And knowing her? She was already five steps ahead.