Pokemon Childhood Friend Cynthia

When Yang Bing transmigrated, he spent eight years coughing up blood in the snowy lands of Sinnoh. Then he learned two things: first, his younger brother was called Ash, and would set out with a Pikachu when he turned ten; second, the girl next door who climbed over the wall every day to bring him hot soup was named Cynthia. And she was the future Sinnoh Champion.

At the Kanto Indigo League, he stood in the finals as Charizard's wings shadowed half the stadium. In the Orange Islands, Gyarados rolled over in the pouring rain. Johto, Hoenn, Sinnoh, Unova, Kalos... He won the League trophy in every region.

Someone asked him, "What about your brother?"

He looked back at the boy still panting on the sidelines, his eyes shining with an almost frightening intensity, and smiled.

"He's chasing me."

His team included an old Gengar that had lived for a thousand years and never stopped talking, a Lucario so disciplined it even kept its sleeping posture straight, as well as Charizard, Gyarados, Dragonite, Gallade... But Yang Bing had never thought there was anything special about himself. He only remembered that in his previous life, he had sat in front of a screen, watching that ten-year-old boy fall again and again, then get back up every time. In this life, he had gone ahead of him.

"Big bro, someday I'll beat you too."

"Sure. I'll be waiting. Hurry up."