My name is Leon. I’m an eleven year old boy I who lives in the Paldea region.

  Since I was 9, I’ve been receiving memories of a past life. Most of it was about pokemon, which was a game during my past life.

  As a result, while I am not especially smart, I can tell the typings of most Pokemon, as well as the damage, effects and range of moves.

  However, this is not a game.

  Attacks can easily be dodged, as long as I know what will happen when the attack is used.

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  Today, I went out. The Naranja Academy, which I’m going to, has a surprisingly comfy uniform. The orange pants and the fruit motif on the shirt make it feel warm and tropical.

  Paldea is a region with many climates. The North is cold, while the South is sweltering. It is a region full of diversity. And of course, lots of Pokemon.

  Unlike the games, my trusty pal was a Sizzlipede that I had grew up with. As a child, I once went to Galar for a vacation, where I picked Ember, my Sizzlipede, up. Ember was quite strong. I faintly remember using a centiskorch and loving it in my past life.

  Of course, the knowledge from games also extends to Paldea. I know that at some point in the future, all hell will break loose in Area 0, which means I need to start prepping.

  For the sake of a future where I don’t have to worry about anything, I will work hard!