After Cynthia left with Gible, Saturo didn't hesitate. He immediately ran toward Rem and Ace, his thoughts racing faster than his feet. It wasn't that he didn't want to tell Cynthia about what had just happened—he did—but something stopped him. Something his grandparents and his big brother had told him two years ago. Back then, he had brushed it off as a joke, the kind of exaggerated story adults tell children. Now, though, it didn't feel like a joke anymore.
Since he was young, Saturo had always been able to see something strange within Pokémon. A kind of light or flame —colorful and alive . He never questioned it much, assuming it was normal, but it was the very reason he had been able to teach Growlithe Flame Wheel. He didn't learn it from books or trainers. He simply observed how that energy moved within other Pokémon and guided Growlithe to replicate it.
The memory surfaced clearly in his mind.
Flashback:..
It had been a quieter day at the wearhouse .
.Saturo sat carefully bandaging a Honedge that had been brought in by a officer jenny . Because of its shiny nature, it had been hunted and taken far from its natural habitat before ending up here, injured and weak. Saturo worked silently, focused, his small hands steady as he wrapped the blade. Nearby, a Mudkip played around happily, splashing water without a care in the world.
(Just a reminder James had atleast five pokemon before he left for his journey
Mine jr not caught by him but still his
Koffin which was his last present from his granny and pop's and ofc you know the rest three.)
Granny had been watching from the side, her expression slowly shifting from calm curiosity to shock. "How did you do that?" she asked, her voice quieter than usual.
Pop's, standing beside her, didn't answer immediately. Instead, he observed Saturo for a moment longer before speaking. "It seems our observation was correct, Itsuki."
They had seen hints of it before. The way Saturo "helped" Mime Jr. learn moves—not by instructing, but as if he himself understood what the Pokémon needed to do. Even Alakazam hadn't interfered, almost as if it recognized something unusual.
Saturo looked up, confused. "What do you mean, Pop's?"
Pop's crouched down to his level and pointed at Mime Jr. "What do you see when you look at him?"
Saturo tilted his head. "A Mime Jr…?"
Granny leaned forward slightly. "Anything else?"
Saturo hesitated before answering, unsure if it sounded strange. "There's… a little colorful light inside him."
For a moment, neither of them spoke. Then they exchanged a look—silent, serious, and filled with understanding.
They knew about aura. They knew about psychic abilities. Stories from older generations had mentioned people who could sense or even manipulate such forces. But seeing it… directly… and in a child this young… was something else entirely.
Pop's placed a firm hand on Saturo's shoulder. "Listen carefully," he said, his tone no longer casual.
What followed was less a conversation and more a warning. A long, serious explanation about what he could be, what it might mean, and most importantly—what he must not do. He was told not to reveal his abilities to anyone. Not to friends. Not to strangers. Not even to his own parents. Some things, they said, were better kept hidden until he could understand them himself.
James didn't take it lightly either. When he heard, he reinforced their words, scolding Saturo more harshly than usual and telling him to listen to their grandparents no matter what.
Saturo hadn't fully understood back then.
He only nodded.
The memory snapped back to the present.
Without warning, Saturo's vision blurred. His body felt heavy, as if something inside him had suddenly shifted out of balance.
Then—
he collapsed.
"BELDUM—!"
A voice rang out, sharp and panicked.
"Dad?!"
Everything went dark.
Nurse Joy rushed forward immediately, her earlier irritation completely gone. "What happened? How did he collapse like that?!" she demanded, already kneeling beside him.
The Chansey reacted just as quickly, lifting Saturo carefully and carrying him inside.
After a brief examination, Nurse Joy let out a slow breath. "It's not critical… just shock and exhaustion," she muttered, though her brows remained furrowed. "But this fever… what on earth pushed his body this far?"
To her, it seemed simple enough. Any child would collapse after going through something overwhelming—especially after encountering rare, powerful Pokémon and intense emotional stress.
Still, something about it didn't sit right.
She quickly moved to contact Cynthia's home.
Meanwhile, within the silence of unconsciousness—
Meanwhile:
(Optional not feeling to fillter this rn)
A rush of information rushed into saturo's brain ( not a isekai when a kid awakens his / he's ct they just know how to use it on instinct but because of his sudden awakening of psychic and dragonic aura he never went through his true awakening .where the body naturally adapts to the energy's and due to the delay he got a high fever where his body is trying to adapt to it's new energy to it's maximum capacity without training possible. )
So he now Instinctually knows how to use his six eye's but would make errors
and I am making a little more change to six eye's that would be explained tomorrow
I alone sit on the throne of lies because I am king from opm only thing is that I am the unlucky one.