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

The battlefield trembled beneath their feet.

Feraligatr, Donovan Lux's final Pokémon, stood tall and imposing. It snarled, its jagged teeth bared and wild eyes gleaming with barely restrained bloodlust. Though Ray recognized the Pokémon's raw power and aggression, something about it felt off. Its stance lacked discipline. Its breathing was uneven. Ray's eyes narrowed.

"That Feraligatr… it's strong, but it doesn't seem well trained," he thought. "It's all brute force."

Across from it stood Charmeleon, still recovering from his previous battle. The flame on his tail flickered with defiance, but it was clear—this wouldn't be an easy fight.

The moment the battle began, Feraligatr lunged with terrifying speed for its size. It swung its claw in a brutal Aqua Tail, smashing the ground where Charmeleon had just been. Charmeleon barely dodged, but was immediately forced back by a Water Gun that hit him squarely in the chest.

"Charmeleon!" Ray shouted, concerned.

Charmeleon growled and stood up shakily, but it was clear—his fire-based moves had little effect, and Feraligatr's type advantage was overwhelming.

From across the field, Donovan smirked.

"Tch. This is too easy," he sneered. "You really thought a lizard with a candle could beat this beast?"

Ray clenched his fists. His eyes burned with frustration—not just at Donovan's arrogance, but at his own helplessness.

Then Donovan's voice changed. It grew darker.

"Must be hard," he said with a cruel smile, "knowing your little bird is lying somewhere with a broken wing. All that training, and it still got grounded like the weakling it is."

Ray's eyes widened.

Charmeleon froze.

"And this one?" Donovan pointed mockingly at Charmeleon. "He'll fall too. Just like that pathetic excuse for a team you lead. You're not a trainer—you're a child playing dress-up."

Something snapped.

Ray wasn't the only one who felt it.

Charmeleon's eyes slowly narrowed, his claws tightening. His chest rose and fell in heavy, deliberate breaths.

For him, this wasn't just a battle anymore. Donovan hadn't insulted him. He'd insulted his family.

He thought of Pidgeotto—his brother in arms, always leading by example, now grounded and wounded.

He thought of Ray—his Trainer, who had trusted and protected him since the day he was born.

And now… he was the last wall standing between Ray and defeat.

The shame of his weakness weighed on him like a mountain.

He let out a low growl. It rose. Higher. Fiercer.

Until it became a roar.

Then, the flame on his tail exploded with intensity, changing from orange to blazing blue-white.

The battlefield trembled again.

A brilliant light engulfed Charmeleon, forcing everyone to shield their eyes.

"What—what is happening?!" someone from the crowd shouted.

Ray stepped back, eyes wide, stunned. He felt the heat radiating from the transformation, and he knew—this wasn't just evolution. This was rage, willpower, and loyalty turned into raw ascension.

The light faded.

In Charmeleon's place stood a towering Charizard—but not just any Charizard.

This one was massive—at least fifty percent larger than a typical specimen. Its scales were a deep, shimmering black, like obsidian polished to perfection. Its wings stretched wide, casting a long shadow over the arena. A powerful roar burst from its throat, shaking the windows of the stadium.

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]

Charmeleon has evolved into CHARIZARD.Level Increased: 40 → 42Aptitude Advanced: Core Purple → Deep PurpleNew Trait: Draconic Resonance – This Charizard possesses an unusually strong connection to its inner flame and fighting spirit. Evolution has greatly enhanced its physical and elemental attributes.

The crowd was silent.

Even the announcer forgot to speak.

On the other side of the field, Feraligatr took an involuntary step back, as if sensing it was now prey, not predator.

Donovan stared in disbelief. "What the hell is that?"

Ray, still stunned, slowly regained his voice.

"…Charizard."

The black-winged dragon turned its head to Ray and let out a softer growl—one of reassurance.

Ray smiled.

"Let's show them what real strength is."