Mr. Harmonia sighed as he stood, adjusting his coat with a weary expression.
"I'd like to formally apologize for my daughter's… behavior," he said, voice low but sincere.
Harmonia Hermione rose as well, offering a brief nod of apology.
"I echo that sentiment. I'm truly sorry for my niece's antics."
Professor Elm Sr. let out a hearty chuckle, waving his hand dismissively.
"Oh, don't worry about it. Frankly, this is a huge step up from the current method of evolving an Electabuzz by strapping it to a car battery while holding a Thunderstone. I say give the girl some credit."
The room let out a cautious, collective exhale—somewhere between relief and confusion.
Midori, still completely unfazed by the formalities, stood atop the long conference table like it was a contest stage, holding the prototype Electirizer Gauntlet in one hand and a stunned Electabuzz in the other.
"Okay!" she chirped. "Now, for the field test! This Electabuzz is Level 42 and emotionally stable, unlike my brother."
Ethan, the baby in her arms, gave a slow, judgmental blink.
'Okay, okay, emotionally repressed, not unstable. Big difference.'
Before anyone could object, Midori slapped the Electirizer onto Electabuzz's arm like a magnetic power glove and shouted,
"System Engage! Evolution Start!"
There was a crackling surge of energy. Blue sparks raced through the gauntlet. Electabuzz's eyes widened. The air shimmered—and then, in a brilliant flash of light, the Pokémon's silhouette grew broader, stronger, wilder.
When the glow faded, standing on the table was a fully evolved Electivire, flexing its arms like a prizefighter and letting out a roar that shook the light fixtures.
"…Success!" Midori grinned, throwing her fists in the air. "No damage to the building, the Pokémon, or the baby! That's a perfect 3-for-3, people!"
Professor Elm Sr. clapped slowly, eyes wide.
"I'll be damned… It actually worked."
Ms. Grenya typed furiously into her tablet.
"Energy surge stabilized at 132%. No side effects detected. Muscle fiber regeneration was instantaneous. Remarkable."
Dr. Lin looked up from her scan.
"Even the Electivire's temperament reads as calmer than the traditional evolution method. It might be more emotionally bonded already."
Director Fenrick, arms crossed, finally cracked a smile.
"Well, I still don't trust her… but I trust results."
Mr. Harmonia groaned softly, already picturing the PR chaos this would bring.
"She's going to demand we name the model after her, isn't she?"
Midori struck a superhero pose beside the Electivire, grinning.
"Introducing the MidoriMark-I Electirizer Gauntlet™—because evolution should be electrifying, not traumatizing! We can even sell accessories! Baby models coming soon!"
Ethan, still in her arm, let out a sigh that felt far too old for a one-year-old.
Hermione leaned toward her brother, whispering dryly,
"I told you naming her after a Greek goddess of chaos was a mistake."
Mr. Harmonia replied without missing a beat,
"At least it wasn't Pandora…"
The very next morning, the Pokémon League received an unexpected update from the Harmonia estate:
New Evolution Method Discovered: Electibuzz ➜ Electivire Discovery credited to: Outa Harmonia Method: Electirizer + Emotional/Energy Surge during High-Voltage Stress Test
The scientific community erupted with buzz (no pun intended). While traditional evolution methods for Electivire were unstable or theoretical at best, Midori's successful test—despite the sheer insanity of how she pulled it off—had been proven in real-time. With eyewitnesses. And security footage. And a 1-year-old baby who somehow didn't explode.
For this, Midori Harmonia received formal recognition from the Pokémon Science Council and a personalized plaque commemorating her "Electrifying Contribution to Evolutionary Biology."
Hermonia Corporation wasted no time.
Within the week, they began manufacturing and selling Electirizers across major regions, carefully marketing it as a "scientifically verified method" to safely evolve Electabuzz. The more practical method—attaching an Electirizer and trading with a Trainer friend—became popular among trainers.
But for the wealthy and reckless?
The company introduced the Midmark I Electirizer Gauntlet, soon rebranded by the marketing team as the Electric Maker. A stylish, hi-tech gauntlet that simulated the same volatile energy burst Midori's prototype did—without involving actual babies this time.
Meanwhile…
Back at the Hermione estate.
Screams echoed through the wide marble hallways.
"MIDORI!!! I SWEAR TO ARCEUS—!!" Akagi's voice thundered from down the corridor.
Behind her, Outa chased with actual lightning sparking off her fingertips, her Emolga flapping behind her like an angry winged judge.
Midori was running full sprint down the eastern wing, eyes wide with panic. "It was for SCIENCE!! Ethan didn't even cry!!"
"YOU USED OUR BABY BROTHER AS A CONDUCTOR!" Midory screeched, flinging a Static net that barely missed her shoulder.
Midori leapt over a set of stairs, giggling nervously. "He's fine! Look at him—he glows a little now, but it's cute!"
Far back in the sunroom of the estate, Asagi sat calmly on a velvet couch, sipping apricot tea. Baby Kitsu gurgled in her lap, tugging on her older sister's scarf. Violet sat beside her, flipping through a book titled '101 Ways to Evolve Pokémon Responsibly.'
They both watched the chaos unfold through the tall glass windows.
"She deserves it," Violet muttered without looking up.
Asagi chuckled, gently bouncing Kitsu. "Honestly? Ethan's probably going to grow up immune to electricity at this rate."
Kitsu cooed, letting out a tiny spark from her baby fingers.
Asagi paused.
"…Should we be concerned about that?"
Midori was backed up against the wall, eyes darting between her two furious sisters—Akagi and Midory—whose Pokémon were already preparing Thunder Punches and Ice Beams. Outa raised her hands defensively.
"Listen, I didn't use our baby brother as a conductor!"
Both sisters paused mid-glare.
"Then what did you do?" they asked in eerie unison.
Midori flinched. "I just held him... while I used my teeth to fuse the parts together!"
There was a beat of silence.
"AND THAT'S SUPPOSED TO MAKE IT BETTER?!" they both screamed.
And just like that, the chase resumed, Outa yelling as she bolted down the hallway, slipping past maids and floating Rotom drones.
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A Few Days Later
Ethan had learned many things in the past week—mainly that being a baby was way worse than he remembered.
For starters, food.
Back in his old life, he didn't remember what baby food tasted like—because no one remembers that. But now, with full cognitive awareness while trapped in an infant body, he could confirm something horrifying:
Baby food sucked.
Especially here, in the Pokémon World, where apparently mashed up Nanab berries were mixed with slimy, nutrient-rich protein paste from some Slugma-derived formula.
It looked like it came straight out of a Grimer's back end—and tasted even worse.
And yet, across from him, his twin sister Kitsu was eating it with glee. Like a gremlin. She giggled and slapped her palms against the highchair tray, as if she were enjoying the greatest meal of her life.
Ethan just stared at her, internally screaming.
'You can't be a reincarnator. No way. No self-aware soul would enjoy this.'
Still… part of him was relieved. She really did act like a normal baby, even after almost a year. No weird behavior. No signs of past life knowledge. Just an innocent, hungry, slightly chaotic little sister.
Meanwhile, his mother leaned in again with the spoon of slop.
"Come on, Ethan~! Here comes the Dodrio Plane~!"
No. Not again.
Ethan turned his head away, lips sealed.
"Oh? Someone's being fussy today," she teased gently, still smiling like the perfect doting mother.
Internally, Ethan groaned.
'I know I need nutrients. I know I need to get stronger. But does it have to taste like Muk's underarms?!'
Still, there was no escaping it.
Not unless he learned how to cook himself. A thought that terrified him, considering his current level of motor skill.
Outa, now grounded for the rest of the month (again), peeked over the banister while sipping Oran juice, watching her sisters argue downstairs over battle simulations.
Kitsu cooed in Asagi's arms, still giggling like a feral Zorua.
And Ethan? He was in his crib, quietly vowing to escape babyhood as soon as humanly possible.
Because he had a plan.
And nothing—not even disgusting berry-protein slop—was going to stop him from becoming the strongest Trainer in this world.
Well… after he learned how to walk.
One step at a time.
Ethan's mother gently stretched out his arm, trying to get him to balance as she sat cross-legged on the floor beside him. Across from them, his father — publicly known as Mr. Harmonia, but to them, just Shinku — was also sitting nearby in more casual clothes than usual, a soft smile on his face as he watched his son struggle with the basics of standing.
His sisters were gathered nearby, all cheering him on like some kind of stage performance, except for Violet, who as always, sat quietly in the corner, observing with that neutral, unreadable look on her face.
Kitsu, his twin, had taken her first steps a few days ago.
It had taken a while — a full year had passed since their birth — but it finally happened. Not that Ethan blamed her. She was still very much in "baby mode," not reincarnated like him. That gremlin ate disgusting baby food like it was a gourmet dish. Ethan, on the other hand…
Yeah, his delay had a whole different reason.
See, for the first few months, he'd been mentally working out how to even move like a baby. His muscle memory from his past life didn't exactly transfer well to a body the size of a house cat. Figuring out the weight distribution, joint flexibility, and even balance took time. He wasn't going to risk flopping face-first into the marble floor of this high-end estate just because people expected him to walk by now.
And now, here he was. About to try again.
Ethan took one step. Then two.
A wobble. A near fall.
Then, grit. Pure will. His brow furrowed as he forced the muscles in his legs to obey.
Three. Four. Five steps.
He crossed the space between his mother and the toy Dodrio plush she'd set on the floor beside her—his first successful walk.
Cheers erupted around him. Even Violet gave a soft clap.
Shinku chuckled. "He's got that stubborn Harmonia spark after all."
Their mother scooped Ethan up with joy. "That's my little fighter."
Ethan didn't say anything—not out loud. But in his head, he was already thinking like the reborn strategist he was.
'Step one—done. Now it's time to stop being treated like a glorified potato.'
To be continued
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