Pokemon: The Legacy of Dragons

The delicious aroma of the food snapped Logan out of his daze as Little Yellow placed the steaming dishes on the table. Sitting on the sofa, Logan couldn't help but watch the young girl in a simple apron carefully carry the plates with all the effort and focus of a homemaker. As she bustled back and forth, he had a strange thought—was this what it felt like to have a wife cooking dinner for you?

No, calling her a wife was definitely going too far. She was just a kid, eight or nine years old at most. It made more sense to call her a daughter. Then again, Logan himself was only fifteen. That thought chain just kept getting weirder.

"Thanks, Little Yellow. I really feel bad making you cook and do my laundry. I'm a few years older than you—I should be the one doing this," he said, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly.

Even someone with the thickest skin would feel embarrassed being waited on by a little girl like this. It almost felt like he was some kind of useless adult being taken care of. Logan could be sarcastic and mouthy when he wanted to, but deep down, he didn't see himself as someone with a thick face.

"You don't need to thank me, big brother," Little Yellow replied sweetly. "You and Gible caught those fish. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't even be eating fish tonight. I might've been swept away by the river again."

She lowered her head, her voice ringing with joy as she shyly added, "Um… does Gible need any special food, big brother?"

"It has a specific kind of food it needs," Logan said with a smile. "I'll take care of it, so don't worry."

"Okay!"

Nodding, Little Yellow peeled off her apron and headed into the bathroom to wash her hands. When she came back to the living room, she sat down across from Logan at the table. Logan picked up his chopsticks and took a bite of the food she'd prepared. Under her expectant, gleaming eyes, he smiled and said, "Your cooking is amazing, Little Yellow. The fish is delicious."

Little Yellow beamed. Her eyes curved into crescent moons, clearly delighted by the compliment. She then quietly ate her meal in small, contented bites.

In that peaceful moment, Logan suddenly found himself wondering whether he should take her along on his journey. She was responsible, caring, and clearly capable. Her special ability would also be a great asset during wilderness travel. But just as quickly as the idea appeared, he dismissed it.

Not because he was afraid of being accused of kidnapping someone's daughter—though that thought had crossed his mind—but because, truthfully, he still wasn't strong enough. Without Mewtwo by his side, he probably wouldn't even be able to keep himself safe, much less protect someone else. And if anything happened to this kind-hearted little girl while she was with him, he knew he'd never forgive himself.

'Maybe… maybe in a few years, when I'm stronger…'

Reality wasn't a cartoon. You couldn't just travel across entire regions in a year as if time stood still. Logan estimated that even just covering the Kanto region would take at least one to two years. Exploring other regions? That would take even longer.

With that realization, he calmed down. The truth was simple—he was still too weak. So weak that he couldn't guarantee his own safety, let alone protect someone else.

That moment marked a turning point in Logan's heart. His thoughts became sharper, his resolve clearer than ever before. In this world, he now had the qualifications to become strong. And only by becoming strong could he gain everything he sought.

"Big brother, where are you from?" Little Yellow asked, her head tilted as she leaned toward Gible, who seemed more than happy to let her gently stroke its shark-like skin.

"I'm from Viridian City too," Logan said. "But I used to live in Pallet Town."

"Pallet Town? Is that the place with Professor Oak's lab?"

"Yup, that's the one."

It seemed even kids as young as her had heard of Professor Oak. That said a lot about the professor's reputation. Logan nodded inwardly, a bit impressed.

"By the way, do you have a computer here with internet access? I need to look up some stuff tonight."

"There's one in my parents' room," she said cheerfully. "You can use it, big brother."

"Thanks. Really appreciate it."

"It's no trouble at all~"

Little Yellow shyly tugged at the edge of her shirt and gave a soft laugh.

Although the operating system wasn't Windows or macOS, Logan had learned the basics while staying at Professor Oak's lab. He powered up Little Yellow's parents' laptop and started searching online, determined to find a way out of his current financial crisis. If he could earn money legally, great. If not… well, he wasn't going to starve.

"Pokémon League Tournament…"

Logan murmured as he read the glowing words on the screen. The tournament was easily one of the most famous and significant events in this world. Like the Olympics, it captivated people across every region. With everything revolving around Pokémon, the League wasn't just a sporting event—it was the ultimate symbol of honor.

Contrary to his assumptions, entering the Pokémon League didn't require collecting all eight Gym Badges. You only needed four to qualify for the preliminary rounds. Having more badges just gave you a better seeding in the brackets. For true experts, that difference barely mattered.

The tournament was held every three years, and only those between the ages of fifteen and twenty were eligible to compete. This rule ensured that veterans couldn't overshadow the next generation. Every League was essentially a summit for the most exceptional young Trainers of the era. Winning it didn't just bring money, fame, and glory—it carved your name into history. Since it was held only once every three years and had strict age limits, a person could only ever compete once in their lifetime.

Out of the thousands of participants, sixteen would rise to the top. From there, the battles would continue until one emerged as the Champion. That title—Champion—was one of the highest honors in the world.

Even better, any Trainer who placed in the top eight would gain the right to participate in the "Elite Four Challenge" held every three years. Victors would ascend to become the next member of the Elite Four. Those who lost had to wait for the next cycle. But the Champion—the true Champion—was granted a privilege even greater.

If they could defeat all four members of the Elite Four in succession without rest or aid, they would be granted the title of Grandmaster, the ruler of the region.

It sounded impossible—and that's because it nearly was. In the entire forty-two-year history of the Kanto League, not a single person had ever achieved this. The title of Grandmaster had become more myth than reality, a beacon meant to inspire the next generation.

Well… not entirely myth.

As Logan dug deeper, he came across scattered whispers online. A rumor. A legend.

Supposedly, there was one person. Just one, in all of recorded history, who had managed to defeat the Elite Four in a single, unbroken streak. They'd claimed the title of Grandmaster. But because the challenge wasn't a public event, no one had actually seen it happen. The rumor survived only through the hushed voices of League officials.

No one had ever seen this person's face. No one even knew their name.

To the world, they were a ghost. A fable. A legend whispered between pages.

A legend known only as… The One and Only.

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