Reincarnated Into a Pokémon World and Can See Their Hidden Potential?!

The energy inside Celadon Grand Arena was electric as the Second Round of the Preliminary Stage began. With over a thousand registered participants, the League had divided the early stages into five progressive 1v1 battles, each designed to test the consistency, instinct, and command of each trainer. From there, only the top 100 based on win record, battle efficiency, and technique would move on to Stage Two.

Ray stood by the battlefield's edge as his name lit up on the holoscreen.

Battle Station 7: Ray Virel vs. Liza of Cerulean

Ray's breath steadied. He'd trained for this moment for years. It wasn't just about strength—it was about clarity, strategy, and passion.

From across the field, a tall, confident girl with ocean-blue hair approached. Her uniform bore the insignia of Cerulean's regional gym—a serious water-type trainer.

"I've seen your stats," she said with a smirk. "This'll be fun."

"Let's both make it count," Ray replied calmly.

The referee raised his flag.

"Begin!"

Ray wasted no time.

"Pidgeotto, battle ready!"

His partner burst from the Pokéball with a loud cry, wings flaring, eyes locked onto the field.

Liza responded quickly. "Floatzel, let's go!"

A streamlined, agile Floatzel landed in front of her, sleek and built for speed. Water-type. Ray's expression didn't shift.

SYSTEM — COMBAT STATUS:Pidgeotto – Level 42 – Aptitude: Deep BlueFloatzel – Level 40 – Aptitude: Core Green

A fair matchup—but Ray had the edge in experience and bond.

"Floatzel, Aqua Jet!"

"Aerial Ace, now!"

The two Pokémon clashed mid-air in a streak of water and feathers. Floatzel spun out first, landing hard, but rebounded quickly.

"Double Hit!"

Floatzel zigzagged forward—two rapid strikes aiming for Pidgeotto's wings.

"Quick Attack to reposition—then Feather Dance!"

Pidgeotto blurred away, leaving a shimmer of molted feathers in his wake that swirled around Floatzel. Its movements slowed.

Ray narrowed his eyes.

"End it—Wing Attack!"

One clean sweep of Pidgeotto's wings hit Floatzel center-mass and sent it crashing to the floor.

"Floatzel is unable to battle! Victory: Ray Virel!"

The crowd clapped—some still surprised that such a young competitor showed such composure and dominance.

Back in the waiting area, Ray let out a slow breath. One win down. Four to go.

He wasn't alone for long. Kira rushed over, a wide grin on her face.

"That was awesome! Pidgeotto's flight control is next level!"

"Thanks," he said with a sheepish grin. "How did your match go?"

"Machoke handled it in two moves," she said proudly. "One punch to break their defense, the second to end it."

The giant screen above began updating the rankings for the day, showing those with confirmed victories and performance metrics. For now, Ray and Kira were comfortably ranked in the top 20.

But everyone knew… consistency was key.

Only trainers who could win five rounds, or accumulate high enough performance scores across those matches, would earn a spot in the coveted Top 100.

Ray looked back at the battlefield, where a new match had begun. He clenched his fist softly, not in arrogance—but in commitment.

"Let's keep going."