The next morning, Akg stood before the towering Pokémon Alliance Headquarters, its polished walls gleaming in the morning sun like a monument to power and legacy. Knowing the magnitude of the moment, he gently touched the Pokéball hanging from his neck and whispered:
"Rena, stay inside for now. I don't want too many people noticing you just yet."
As if understanding his thoughts, the Pokéball glowed softly in acknowledgment. Akg adjusted his coat, straightened his back, and stepped forward.
Inside, he was greeted by an Alliance official who led him through grand corridors and past secured checkpoints until he arrived at a vast ceremonial chamber. The doors opened, revealing a hall filled with figures who commanded the highest levels of respect across the Pokémon world.
At the front stood the Kanto Elite Four:
Lorelei, the Ice-type specialist, sat with a composed, icy elegance — her cool gaze studying Akg like a rare specimen.
Bruno, a towering mountain of muscle, crossed his arms with a stern expression but couldn't help the flicker of curiosity in his eyes.
Agatha, wizened yet sharp as a blade, smirked knowingly as if she'd already read the entire path of Akg's fate.
Lance, the proud Dragon Master, leaned calmly against the back wall, his crimson cloak trailing behind him like a royal banner.
And in the center — the Champion's Seat — remained empty, a powerful reminder of Kanto's delicate balance. None of the Four could claim it without tipping the scales.
Around the hall were seated the region's most powerful family heads and influential figures, each representing legacy, wealth, or might. Above them floated hundreds of holographic projections, flickering images of high-ranking officials, professors, and dignitaries from every corner of the Pokémon world, all gathered virtually to witness history.
And into this ocean of legends stepped a single boy — now grown into a composed young man.
Tall, confident, with slightly tanned skin and striking black hair, Akg walked forward without hesitation. There was no fear in his eyes, no nervousness in his steps. He radiated quiet power, like a storm waiting patiently behind clear skies.
He stopped before them and bowed slightly.
"Good morning," he said calmly. "I greet you all with respect and gratitude for this honor."
The moment hung in the air like a held breath.
Whispers rippled.
"He's not fazed at all…"
"Such presence at this age?"
"He doesn't just walk like a boy. He walks like a king."
Agatha gave a rare chuckle. "He's more interesting than I expected."
Lance's eyes narrowed slightly with interest, reading Akg the way a dragon might regard a worthy rival.
Even Lorelei, often detached and aloof, leaned in subtly.
Then the President of the Kanto Alliance — an older man with silvered hair and a quiet but commanding voice — stood.
"Akg of Pallet Town," he said, his voice deep and solemn, "You have contributed extraordinary insights in the fields of Pokémon evolution, energy resonance, and elemental theory. Your work has already shaped the path of modern Pokémon research. With full approval from every regional committee…"
He paused. The holograms flickered as all members rose in digital unison.
"…you are hereby conferred the title of Pokémon Professor, the youngest ever in the history of our alliance."
A wave of soft but powerful applause spread across the room. Not just for his title, but for the unprecedented journey that had brought him here.
And as the applause rang, Akg stood silently — calm, composed, and quietly proud.