Though nobles boasted titles and royalty commanded cities, it was not bloodline, birthright, or wealth that determined your worth.
It was the Talent you were born with—granted at age fifteen by the mysterious, ancient machines of the Pokémon League.
They appeared random. They were unfair.
And no one, no matter their name, was guaranteed anything.
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Johto – Azalea Town (Commoner)
The town square fell silent as a boy named Haru, son of a simple craftsman, stepped into the glowing scanner. He was shaking from head to toe.
Thirty seconds passed.
Then the machine pulsed gently—and turned Blue for a heartbeat.
Gasps echoed.
The League official scribbled "Tier: Blue" and stepped back.
Haru walked out quietly, refusing to answer any questions. The law was absolute: speak your Talent aloud, and your life ends on the spot.
Over the following year, strange sap-based items began to appear in town—blades, containers, and even shields that seemed grown from trees.
Everyone suspected Haru.
No one dared ask him.
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Hoenn – Petalburg (Noble House: Floren)
Elissa Floren walked through the marble archway, flanked by her family's guards. Her parents were minor nobles—wealthy, but not powerful.
The machine flickered for a brief second—Blue light flared and died.
The guards froze.
Elissa's hands trembled. Her breathing grew erratic, as if she'd been suffocating in heat.
She didn't speak.
Later that year, 20 kilometers of forest around Petalburg bloomed out of season—trees twisted in unnatural ways, flowers grew teeth, and vines strangled intruders.
The Florens denied everything.
But the rest of Hoenn started whispering: A Blue Talent lives among them.
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Galar – Hammerlocke Royal Academy
Twin princes. Same age. Same royal blood.
Both stepped into the scanner back-to-back.
The first? Green-level. Rare, but not powerful.
The second? Blue-level. Just as rare as a lightning strike.
The royal court erupted in celebration—but even they knew it was luck, not destiny.
"Our kingdom is blessed," said the king.
But the truth?
A farmer's son two towns over awakened a Yellow-level Talent the same week.
The world just never heard about him.
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Unova – Castelia Underground
In the fight club beneath the city, where trainers without badges brawled like beasts, Talents were everything.
One girl named Zero was undefeated. She moved as if she could feel enemies through walls.
Rumor said she had a Yellow Talent.
Another fighter—who only used kicks—never lost a single round but never used his hands.
A guess: Blue Talent.
No one asked. No one spoke.
Those who had bragged in the past had all died. Some mid-sentence. Some alone in their sleep.
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Kalos – Lumiose Academy
One student could teleport short distances—but only once per day.
Another could leap twenty meters straight into the air.
Another could slow their perception of time to dodge attacks.
Different Talent levels.
Different styles.
None of them spoke of what they could truly do.
And the professors never asked.
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Paldea – League Talent Logs
A pink light came out.
The file was automatically sealed.
The region was flagged.
But no alarms were raised.
Luck was luck.
Even the League didn't understand how the Talent System chose its holders.
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And in a quiet part of Kanto, in Pallet Town, a six-year-old boy was laughing with his mother and father. He had years before he'd face the scanner. Years before the world would start watching him.
He was reborn into this world of secrets, strength, and chance…
…and he would change it forever.