That afternoon, the sky over Rustboro City was covered with a thin layer of clouds, sunlight filtering through to cast scattered rays onto the stone-paved streets leading to the Academy. The massive main gate of Rustboro Academy appeared, flanked by tall trees casting cool shadows. The lively chatter of trainers echoed from afar, mingled with hurried footsteps and the cheerful cries of Pokémon.
Inside the grounds, the enormous circular lecture hall resembled an arena of knowledge, its gleaming gray stone architecture crowned with a soaring dome reflecting white light. Before the lecture began, the hall was already packed. Rows of seats arranged in circles around the podium gradually filled. The atmosphere was lively yet tense, as if everyone eagerly awaited a special event.
At the entrance, a steady stream of latecomers searched for seats, their eyes scanning hopefully for any empty spot. But most seats were taken, so they had to stand along the back rows or lean against the walls.
Alex, May, and Roxanne had arrived early. They secured a favorable spot near the front row, close enough to clearly observe every expression on the podium.
Roxanne leaned toward Alex, her silky brown hair gently swaying with each movement. Her voice was calm and warm as she began a conversation: "I once read a research report by Professor Oak about the absorption rates of energy blocks by Rock-type Pokémon. According to it, the scale of sand grains should not exceed 46%."
Alex leaned in to listen more closely, his eyes focused. Between them sat May, still wearing a faint smile, not quite understanding what they were discussing. Alex nodded lightly and replied, "I've read the report you mentioned. Rock-type Pokémon indeed need a large amount of fiber supplementation."
His tone was steady, tinged with enthusiasm. "In reality, fiber helps increase the production of binding proteins in the body, thereby improving their flexibility."
They exchanged ideas back and forth, each sentence weaving another thread of intellect. Roxanne noticed that Alex was not only knowledgeable in theory but also had a deep analytical mind, touching on aspects few noticed — from Pokémon temperament, training direction to specialized fields. He spoke fluently and clearly, rivaling the top students at Rustboro Academy.
The more they talked, the more curious Roxanne became. Her eyes occasionally lingered on Alex's face, as if wanting to explore this person further.
Meanwhile, May began to feel left out. She had just received the Rustboro Badge and was still basking in pride. But now her excitement was replaced by a feeling of emptiness. The technical terms flew past her ears like a foreign language, making it impossible to join the conversation. May frowned slightly, her lips pouting a bit.
"Alex, it's time to get ready. Professor Oak is about to arrive." She placed a hand gently on his shoulder and shook lightly, her tone a bit sulky but still endearing.
Alex turned and caught the hint of childish jealousy in May's eyes. Roxanne, ever perceptive, immediately noticed it too. She smiled softly and voluntarily stopped the conversation, seemingly giving space back to May. Alex responded with a slight nod and an apologetic smile.
Time flew by quickly. The lecture hall gradually quieted down. Footsteps and chair movements grew sparse. Alex took out a small silver recorder and a leather-bound notebook from his backpack, neatly placing them on the desk, preparing for the lecture.
Suddenly, the large door behind opened with a long creak. All eyes turned toward it.
A man about fifty-five years old entered. His hair was streaked with silver, but his eyes were bright and his steps quick. He wore a pristine white lab coat, carrying a leather briefcase. Behind him was a young woman in her early twenties, with shiny blonde hair tied neatly, a gentle face, and a calm demeanor.
Alex immediately recognized them: Professor Oak — the renowned Pokémon researcher famous not only in Kanto but worldwide. The young woman was Daisy Oak, his granddaughter, who was also Blue's sister, working part-time as his assistant and a familiar face at many research events.
The lecture hall buzzed with excitement:"Professor Oak~!""Professor Oak~!"
Everyone greeted simultaneously, their voices merging into a wave. Professor Oak smiled warmly and nodded as he walked to the podium. Daisy handed him a stack of documents. A technician quickly checked the microphone to ensure everything was ready.
The professor's voice rang out clearly:"Good evening, everyone. Let's begin today's lecture."
He took a few steps, his eyes sweeping the room as if to connect with each person."As we all know, there are special creatures living around us. They can breathe fire, control water, and possess countless amazing abilities. We call them Pokémon."
His voice was deep and engaging, drawing the whole audience in."Currently, according to observations, the number of Pokémon discovered in Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, Sinnoh, Kalos, Alola, Galar, and other regions has reached around 600 species. And every day, new species are still being discovered."
Alex was momentarily stunned. He knew this was important information — confirmed by Professor Oak himself, a top authority. It meant the Pokémon world was still in its early developmental stage.
Professor Oak continued:"I have spent many years classifying Pokémon attributes. There are currently 18 types. Tonight, I will share a selection of data focusing on how to nurture Pokémon most effectively."
Thoughts raced through Alex's mind. "600 species… early stage… which means countless opportunities. And opportunities… mean benefits." He smiled quietly. Just hearing this information made today's lecture incredibly valuable to him.