Colonel Rawat's question hung in the air:
"Where did this knowledge come from? And what are your intentions?"
I had prepared for this.
I kept my posture straight, my voice steady.
"I… don't know why me," I began softly. "But everything I know, everything I understand—it comes from the blessings of Ganapati Bappa."
DCP Sawant's brows rose slightly.The Colonel said nothing, only watched.
I continued, "You know how our festivals go—how people pray for wisdom, guidance, clarity? Not everyone gets their prayers answered the same way. Maybe… maybe He gave me the insight to handle this crisis."
A long silence.
Their skepticism was crystal clear.But in India? Claiming divine blessing wasn't completely unbelievable.
Especially not now, in a world merging with another.
DCP Sawant exchanged a glance with Colonel Rawat.
Suspicious?Yes.
But they didn't push.
Not yet.
Colonel Rawat leaned back, exhaling through his nose like a man carrying the weight of a country.
"Aakash," he said slowly, "India doesn't want a war with these… beings. But without understanding, soldiers panic. Civilians panic. People die."
DCP Sawant nodded.
"That's why the government has decided to cooperate with you."
My heart skipped.
"You're offering me…?"
"A role," Rawat clarified. "A formal one."
Sawant interlocked his fingers.
"You will serve as Special Consultant for a newly established unit—the Pokémon Department. We start in Mumbai and Maharashtra. If it works… we expand nationwide."
The tent murmured. A few officers exchanged glances.
This wasn't small.
This was historic.
Sawant continued, "You can put forward any reasonable demands. This department will need resources. Space. Freedom to operate."
I inhaled sharply.
This was my moment.
I sat straight, facing them directly.
"My first condition is land."
Colonel Rawat raised an eyebrow.
"What kind of land?"
"Three acres of woodland that appeared near Dadar during the merge. There's a villa next to it. Entire area is barricaded to prevent accidents."
The tent went silent.
Rawat blinked once.
DCP's eyebrows shot up.
"You want that land?" Sawant asked carefully.
"Yes," I replied firmly. "It's central, already isolated, easy for the government to monitor, and perfect for training, research, and Pokémon habitation."
Rawat leaned back, estimating.
"That's prime city land, Aakash."
I shrugged slightly."My team is growing. Three BHK won't work. And you want me to lead others? I need space. Safe space."
Sawant and Rawat exchanged another look.
This time, a long one.
Then—
"…Granted," Rawat said.
My breath caught.
He continued, "But the villa and land remain government property. You will be granted permanent custodial authority as long as you continue leading the department."
"Fair enough," I said instantly.
Sawant added, "We'll begin constructing a boundary wall tomorrow. To keep unauthorized people—and dangerous Pokémon—out."
I nodded. "Good."
"My second condition," I said, "is support for future Pokémon-related businesses. Anything that helps civilians adapt—whether medical, agricultural, or defensive tech—should receive subsidies."
Sawant's lips twitched into a faint smile.
"You're thinking ahead."
I shrugged. "If the world is merging, industries must evolve. India could lead that evolution."
Rawat nodded slowly. "This is reasonable. Approved."
"And the third," I said, voice turning serious, "is the right to draft Pokémon-related laws. All legislation must be reviewed and approved by Mumbai Police and the military—not politicians."
That statement hit the room hard.
Several officers shifted uncomfortably.
DCP Sawant stared at me.
"You distrust politicians?"
"With all due respect," I said carefully, "some will try to weaponize Pokémon. Some will try to exploit civilians. Some will create chaos for votes."
Rawat snorted.Sawant sighed as if he couldn't even argue.
"…He's not wrong," Kabir muttered behind me.
Finally, Sawant nodded.
"Accepted. But laws must be sensible. And approved through proper channels."
"Of course."
I leaned forward.
"If you agree, I can take a team of ten officers tomorrow. I'll help them find suitable partners. Train them for seven days. After that, they become the first generation of human-Pokémon squads."
Rawat's eyes widened slightly.
"You're confident."
"I have to be," I said. "Because if we don't act now, other nations will."
That line hit more intensely than I expected.Several officers stiffened.
Sawant finally exhaled.
"Very well. We accept."
The mood in the tent shifted—no longer business, but heaviness.
I noticed instantly.
"What happened?" I asked.
Rawat's voice lowered.
"In the afternoon… after watching your stream… a few daredevils tried to enter the forest. Teenagers. Amateurs. Some livestreaming."
My stomach sank.
"We scrambled teams to pull them out," he continued. "Most were retrieved safely. But…"
He hesitated.
"Four teenagers were found paralyzed," Sawant said grimly. "Awake, conscious, but unable to move."
A chill crawled down my spine.
"Paralyzed? So…?"
"Electric type?" someone whispered.
Sawant shook his head.
"No. Bug type. String Shot. Poison. Paralytic spores. Something like that."
Rawat continued:
"Two civilians were attacked by a swarm of… bee-like Pokémon. Soldiers rescued them, but two of my men and both civilians were stung. Their skin turned purple."
"Beedrill," I whispered.
Rawat nodded grimly.
"They are in the medical tent now. We don't know if they'll recover."
I stood up immediately.
"Take me there."
Sawant blinked. "Beta—"
"Please," I said. "Pokémon poison isn't the same as Earth venom. Doctors won't know how to treat them."
Mama Kadam touched my shoulder gently.
"You think you can help?"
"I have to try."
Because if humans died due to Pokémon misunderstanding—everything I had built today might collapse tomorrow.
Rawat stood.
"Come. Follow me."
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Colonel Rawat pushed aside the flap of the medical tent, and I stepped in behind him.
The air was heavy with antiseptic and worry.
Inside, eight people lay on folding beds arranged in two rows.Two civilians… young, terrified.Four teenagers—the daredevils who tried to mimic my exploration—still conscious but unable to move.And two soldiers, muscles trembling, skin darkened to a sickly purplish tone.
Doctors and medics hovered around them, faces grim.
The moment I entered, several heads snapped toward me.
Whispers burst:
"That's him.""The forest boy.""The one with the bird.""Is he really going to help?"
Rawat cleared his throat loudly.
"Listen up. The boy has knowledge about Pokémon we don't. If he says he can help—we let him."
One doctor frowned but stepped aside.
I moved to the nearest teenager first. His eyes shifted toward me—aware but frozen.
"Paralysis," I murmured. "Probably from a Stun Spore, or String Shot residue mixed with bug toxins."
Reaching into my bag, I pulled out a round, bright-red berry.
"This is a Cheri Berry," I said loudly, so both medics and officers could hear. "It cures paralysis in Pokémon. Human biology is different… but the effect should still work if the toxin is Pokémon-based."
A doctor raised a skeptical eyebrow.
"And… how do we administer it?"
I smiled faintly.
"Same way you'd feed a child a grape."
I crushed half the berry gently, letting the juice drip into the teenager's mouth.
For a moment—nothing.
Then his fingers twitched.His toes curled.His chest heaved sharply as sensation rushed back.
He gasped loudly, jerking up like someone shocked his nerves awake.
The entire tent froze.
One doctor nearly dropped his clipboard.
"M-My legs… I can feel my legs…" the boy whispered, trembling.
Rawat muttered under his breath, "Incredible…"
I nodded once."One down."
Next were the purple-skinned victims stung by Beedrill.
Their breathing was shallow, wheezing.Skin flushed dark like ink spreading beneath the surface.
I pulled out several Pecha Berries—soft, pink, heart-shaped.
"These cure poisoning," I explained. "The venom from a Beedrill isn't normal. It's not like bee sting toxins. It's… biological warfare. Designed to incapacitate or kill other creatures."
A medic swallowed hard.
"Is it curable?"
"With this? Yes."
I sliced one berry open, squeezing the juice onto a spoon, then held it to the soldier's lips.
His throat convulsed—then swallowed.
For a moment, everything was still.
Then his veins lightened.The purple tint faded.Color returned to his fingertips.
He coughed hard—spitting out thick, dark venom-like droplets—and inhaled sharply.
"B-Breathe…" he whispered, tears forming in his eyes. "I… can breathe!"
One medic cursed softly in astonishment.
Another grabbed my shoulder.
"This… what is this magic berry?!"
"It's not magic," I said gently. "It's Pokémon biology. Pecha Berries neutralize venom."
Rawat watched with arms folded, his face unreadable—but his eyes were burning with newfound respect.
I moved to the next poisoned victim.Then the next paralyzed one.One by one, the berries did their job.
Every patient recovered.
The tent fell into stunned silence.
Eight people had been helpless, possibly dying.
Eight were now breathing, moving, crying, thanking the heavens.
The senior doctor approached me slowly.
"Son… these berries," he whispered, "do you know all of them? Their functions? Their doses?"
I nodded.
"Yes. I'll create a categorized list with safe dosages. Pokémon medicine isn't the same as human medicine, but for toxin-based injuries like this, berries are currently our best solution."
He stared at me as if witnessing a miracle.
"Teach us," he said. "Please."
"I will," I replied. "Tomorrow."
Colonel Rawat stepped forward and placed a firm hand on my shoulder.
"Aakash," he said quietly, "you didn't just save civilians today… you saved soldiers. My men."
His jaw tightened.
"For that… you have the Indian Army's respect."
DCP Sawant added, voice warm:
"And the gratitude of Mumbai Police."
Mama Kadam squeezed the back of my neck proudly.
"Arre, look at you… fixing people like a little doctor."
I chuckled softly, then exhaled, suddenly exhausted.
Healing Pidgey was one thing.
Healing humans hit different.
I looked around at the recovering victims, at the relieved families waiting outside the tent, at the medics scribbling frantic notes about berries and effects.
ust as I turned toward the exit, something caught my eye.
A smaller section of the medical tent had been cordoned off with thick dark curtains.Two soldiers stood guard outside it, rifles ready, expressions grim.
A chill ran down my spine.
Something dangerous was inside.
Before I could think twice, my feet were already carrying me toward it.
The soldiers immediately moved to block my way.
"Stop right there," one said sharply. "Unauthorized."
"Sir," the other added, "this one's hostile. Even half-dead, it's—"
Colonel Rawat's voice cut through.
"Let him through."
Both soldiers stiffened.
"…But sir—"
"I said let him through."
They stepped aside reluctantly.
I pushed the curtain open—
—and my breath left my lungs.
Strapped to a reinforced bed using steel restraints…was a Beedrill.
Its body trembled in pain, wings twitching weakly.Its stingers were cracked.Golden-black exoskeleton scorched.Two bullet wounds oozed dark purple fluid—venom mixed with blood.
Despite how weak it was, its single red eye focused on me with desperation and fear.
It wasn't a monster.
It was an injured creature trying not to die.
I rushed forward.
The doctor hurried beside me.Colonel Rawat stood at the curtain, watching carefully.
"Are the bullets removed?" I asked urgently.
The doctor nodded. "Yes. But we can't stop the poison spread. And normal medicines don't—"
"Good," I whispered. "At least it won't get worse."
Beedrill thrashed weakly as I approached, wings buzzing like static.
"It's okay," I murmured. "I'm not here to hurt you."
No effect.
It didn't understand.
It thought I was another enemy.
So I did the only thing I could.
I opened my hand—and let a faint glow of Evergreen Power flow out.
A soft green-white aura wrapped around my fingers, gentle and warm like spring wind.
Beedrill's body stilled.
Its movements slowed.Its breathing steadied.The venom lines stopped spreading.
Colonel Rawat inhaled sharply.
The doctor whispered, "What… in God's name…"
I ignored them.
"It's okay," I told the Beedrill softly. "I'm here to heal you. I promise."
Its eye softened—the buzzing slowed to a quiet vibration.
It accepted my presence.
I crushed two Oran Berries, letting the juice flow down toward its mandibles.
"Drink… slowly."
Beedrill swallowed weakly.
Then I pressed my glowing palm over the bullet wounds.
Evergreen Power seeped into the injuries, weaving through cracked chitin, dissolving the toxins, stitching biological pathways back together.
The wounds closed—
right in front of everyone.
The doctor gasped, dropping his tools.
Rawat stepped closer, eyes wide for the first time since I met him.
"What… what is that ability?"
But I didn't answer.
I focused on the Beedrill.
When the healing was done and its body stopped trembling, I gently touched its arm.
"If you calm down… and promise not to attack humans recklessly… I'll take you back home. To your territory. Tomorrow."
Beedrill's eye glistened.
It raised its lightly trembling stinger—and tapped my wrist gently.
A gesture of agreement.
A gesture of trust.
The two soldiers watching froze, stunned beyond words.
I finally stood up.
The doctor exhaled shakily.
"What… what did you just do?"
Colonel Rawat stepped closer, face grave.
"You healed it. This fast. This effectively. Human medicine can't even begin to compare."He paused."…Explain. Now."
I wiped berry juice from my fingers and finally answered.
"It's called Evergreen Power. Also known as the Forest's Blessing. I mentioned it during the stream."
Rawat folded his arms.
"What exactly can it do?"
"Right now? Only minor and moderate injuries. Poison reversal. Nerve detox."I looked at my glowing hand as the light faded."It's limited. I can't heal everything."
Rawat studied me like I was the most important person in the building.
Because to him—I probably was.
The doctor shook his head slowly, still speechless.
"This changes… everything."
Maybe it did.
But I didn't feel powerful.
I felt… responsible.
Very responsible.
Too responsible.
Leaving the Tent
Rawat clapped my shoulder.
"Good work, son. You didn't just save humans today. You just prevented a future war with a species."
I nodded quietly.
Mama Kadam walked up from behind, tapping my head gently.
"Come on, hero. Let's go home before your mother skins me alive."
Despite everything… I smiled.
"Yeah. Let's go."
Pidgeotto fluttered down onto my shoulder.Mankey hopped to my other side.The two Eevee followed, tails swaying.
As we stepped out of the medical tent into the cool night air—
I understood something completely:
The world wasn't just changing.
It was watching me to see how it should change.
And tomorrow…the real work would begin.