Two Weeks Later – South Paldea, Medali Town (formerly Paldeaflora)
Nestled between golden hills and whispering olive groves, Medali Town drowsed peacefully beneath a soft-blue Paldean sky. The spring sun warmed the sandstone roads, and the air smelled faintly of sweet Yache Berry pie cooling on a windowsill. A Roserade florist hummed softly to her blooms. A Tauros-drawn cart clattered by, fresh-picked Leppa berries bound for the produce exchange in the town square.
It was the kind of place where time forgot to rush.
And mostly, so did people.
Which is why it was especially strange when the calm was shattered by the sound of flip-flops slapping against sandstone with the force of divine purpose.
From the modest, sun-worn façade of the town hall emerged a young man in tropical-print shorts, novelty sunglasses, and Champion-tier swagger. He held aloft two documents like a Trainer who had just drawn the rarest holofoil card of his life: one land deed, and one construction permit, both still warm from being stamped.
Akira Hayashi had officially retired.
And he was ready to farm.
He looked down at the papers, eyes glistening like a man who just asked Arceus for a tax break—and got one.
"Finally," he whispered. "Seven days. Seven."
No Elite Four, no legendary titan, no multiversal paradox had ever tested him like Paldean municipal bureaucracy.
There were forms. Then more forms for the first forms. There was even a form just to certify a Pokéball-friendly kitchen. And apparently, the League still had his digital signature flagged as Champions Only, which created a paradox in the town permit system that briefly crashed the entire Medali registry.
At one point, a Snorunt in the clerk's office had to act as emotional support.
Now? Now he stood on the edge of a modest plot just outside town, with a humble path winding toward the riverbank. In the distance, lazy Miltank grazed. The breeze carried the faint sound of Oricorio chirping in the vineyards.
This was it. This was the dream.
Akira inhaled deeply, standing at the center of his future.
The world of Pokémon, he thought, wasn't just about battles and badges. It wasn't about climbing ranks or catching gods in Ultra Balls. It was also this kind of peace.
The gentle rhythm of brushing a Luxray's mane as it napped in the sun. Flying a lazy loop on Dragonite to scare off greedy Murkrow from the berry patch. Letting his clingy Mimikyu haunt the mailbox like it owned the deed.
Getting into bizarre, but strangely tenderkit, chen turf wars between his Ceruledge chef and Swampert brawler, both wearing aprons that read - Choose Your Weapon – Spatula or Splash.
He sighed, satisfied.
"I'm home."
Then—because fate is nothing if not an agent of comedic timing—a soft [DING!] echoed across the empty field. A faint blue shimmer blinked to life in the air before him.
[System Installation Complete!][Welcome, New User!][Main Quest Activated: Cultivate the Strongest Trainer of the Era!][Final Title Goal: CHAMPION!]
Akira stared.
Then blinked.
Then squinted, as if sheer glare might cancel the interface.
"…You're kidding me."
His eye twitched. Somewhere, a Kricketune played a dramatic violin sting as if on cue.
"I already am Champion. I literally retired from that job two weeks ago. Where were you then, huh?"
He threw his hands in the air. "Now you show up? With a cheat system? After I beat the League and survived a Terastallized Baxcalibur headbutt?!"
In the grass nearby, a Bidoof paused mid-gnaw on an irrigation pipe, offering a low, accountant-like mrrh.
Akira sat down right then and there, arms folded.
He glared up at the prompt. "No. Absolutely not. You missed your shot. Go empower someone else. I've got pies to bake and dirt to till."
The system blinked once.
Paused.
Then added another line:
[Bonus Reward: Free Self-Watering Berry Planters Unlocked!]
Akira stared at it.
"…Okay. That's actually tempting."
Mimikyu popped out of his shadow with the grace of a horror movie jump-scare. It squeaked in approval. Akira gently patted its disguise.
He stood and took one last look at his land.
Birds chirped. Flowers swayed. A young farmer nearby offered him a Galarian pastry and a wave.
Akira grinned and waved back.
Life wasn't glamorous here.
But it was his.
And that was enough.
Lore Note: Champion-Tier Trainer
In the Paldea region—unlike Kanto, Sinnoh, or Galar—defeating the Elite Four and Top Champion doesn't make you the Champion. Instead, you earn the honorary rank of Champion-tier Trainer, a recognition of exceptional strength and mastery.
It's a badge of honor, not a throne.
Top Champion Geeta remains the League's leader, and multiple trainers may hold the title—each a peer in name, if not always in influence.
So Akira Hayashi, after dazzling millions and surviving caffeine, adrenaline, and a Baxcalibur headbutt… simply walked away.
Technically, he's a Champion.
Officially?
He's a berry farmer with a clingy Mimikyu.
(End of Chapter)
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