The only surprise was the choice of her own son, Noritsuna Kamo. Using the excuse that he could not become a Jujutsu sorcerer anyway and would rather live as a normal person, he chose to leave with her. Still, this did not matter much, because from the moment Noritoshi Kamo was announced as the legitimate heir, Noritsuna Kamo no longer had any connection to the legal wife.
If anything, this was better, as it erased all traces and left no future problems. This was exactly what Noritsuna Kamo wanted. A background character's choice did not matter, but the transmigrator Noritsuna Kamo had no desire to stay in a place where Jujutsu ruled everything and people looked down on him.
The world outside was vast, so why hang himself on one tree. Without you, without Jujutsu, I can still live well, and if I cannot, then my previous twenty-six years were wasted. Even if leaving the clan meant accepting an extremely strict binding contract, he was willing.
A binding contract, an ancient term for a contract enforced by cursed energy, carried severe consequences if broken. Even being forced to live in a designated place under Kamo Clan surveillance for five years was acceptable. Youth was his greatest asset.
Akira had calculated everything, except that fate was a lunatic that never followed the rules. Just after finishing the move, his cheat awakened. A Pokemon Trainer System appeared, complete with a beginner gift and a Pokemon egg.
What hatched was the initial form of Gardevoir and Chirulian, Ralts. At that moment, Akira's feelings could be summed up in four words. A poor scholar passing the imperial exam.
If hunger had not eventually kicked in, he could have stayed excited all day. After that, there was not much to say, just raising a Pokemon. Akemi Aki did not say much about it either.
Living in the world of Jujutsu, she was not limited by common sense, and she knew Akira was an unusual child. Eight years passed like this, and Ralts was raised all the way into Gardevoir. At that point, there were very few things left that could threaten Akira.
The age, timing, and conditions were all right. It was time to leave the mountain and step into the wider world. Having foresight and not using it would be a waste.
Having a Pokemon Trainer System but only one Pokemon would also be a waste. "Mom, these eight years have been hard on you. From now on, you do not need to hold yourself back anymore. Go and chase a better future."
These words were meant for Akemi Aki, and also for Akira himself. Eight years of endurance were all for the day he no longer had to endure. The boy stood up, holding his mother's hand with one hand and Gardevoir with the other, conveying his resolve.
With the two most important beings in his life beside him, he would move forward without hesitation. Akemi Aki did not agree right away, nor did she refuse. After hesitating for a long time, she finally asked a question.
"About the choice you mentioned earlier, I want to hear your opinion. Do you want me to stay, or return to Kenki's side?" "For me, it is about the same. If you stay, I will take care of you for life. If you go back to Kenki, you are still my mom. Can I not visit and be filial then? If Kenki dares to complain, I will beat him up. Just do not favor him too much."
With reason, one can go anywhere, and without it, one cannot take a step. Besides, Akira had both reason and physical strength. "I understand."
Hearing this answer, Akemi Aki finally relaxed. "You have grown up. A mother cannot control you forever. If you want to move, then move. This place is indeed a bit too quiet now."
"Mom is the best." Out of habit, Akira tried to lift Akemi Aki up.
Tokyo, here I come. A broader world, more Pokemon, and greater opportunities awaited. There was also Akira's own ambition, since coming to another world meant showing real ability and not wasting this second life.
He was immediately smacked on the head by Akemi Aki. "No manners at all. I am not some little girl you are raising. By the way, what is her name now?"
"Gardevoir." "Sa." Gardevoir responded obediently.
"Then Gardevoir, from today on, you will sleep in a separate room from Akira." "Sa?" x2 "It was fine when you were little, but you have both grown up. This is not appropriate," Akemi Aki said firmly. "Or are you planning to have a child together?"
Akira fell silent. If he remembered correctly, humans and Pokemon were reproductively incompatible. He glanced at Gardevoir and saw her looking back at him, her large eyes filled with pure confusion.
Akira slapped himself. What was he thinking. Humans should not, and at the very least, should never think like that.
More importantly, she was only eight years old. Only eight. Disgusting.
Tokyo, Taito Ward, a very ordinary three-bedroom apartment. The three members of Ake Clan, Akemi Aki, Akira, and Gardevoir, sat around an oak dining table and raised their glasses together. The room was simple, but it finally felt like a place they could call home.
"To our new home, and to our new life. Cheers."
Nearly half a month had passed since the mother and son talked late into the night. Although they had decided to move to Tokyo, they had lived in the countryside for eight years, so packing up, choosing a place to live, and handling the procedures all took careful planning. Without the modern internet, it would have taken a month or even longer.
After finally finding an apartment they liked and settling down, it was only right to celebrate properly. The three members of Ake Clan worked together and put together a small home banquet. It was modest, but it carried a sense of relief and excitement.
Akemi Aki handled the cooking, Akira chopped vegetables, and everything else was taken care of by Gardevoir. To be honest, Psychic Power was an excellent ability. It was useful in battle and just as convenient in daily life.
Take washing vegetables as an example, Gardevoir could easily control the flow of water with Psychic Power and clean them thoroughly. At the same time, it also counted as practice. Even ordinary chores became a form of training.
Akira's "Pokemon Trainer System" could indeed see a Pokemon's level, but reality was not a game. In games, you just picked a move and attacked, while in real life you had to consider many factors. The same kitchen knife was completely different in the hands of a professional chef and a novice.
Because of that, from the moment Ralts was born, Akira had focused on training his partner's control and fine manipulation. There was also the practical reason that the countryside did not have many monsters to fight, so most training had to be done on their own. The current Gardevoir was fully capable both in the living room and in the kitchen, and even more so on the battlefield.
Three hands brought three glass cups together, making a clear clinking sound. Akemi Aki took a small sip, while Gardevoir held the glass with both hands and drank carefully. Akira was the least restrained, gulping down more than half in one go and even letting out a burp.
Seeing this, Akemi Aki frowned slightly. "Mind your manners. You're not a little kid anymore."
"We're at home. There are no outsiders," Akira said with a smile, not taking it seriously.