That Time I was reincarnated as a Riolu with a Guessing Power

New World New beginnings

In the tranquil realm of dreams, where reality dances with the imagination, a slumbering soul found itself drifting through the ethereal corridors of the mind. Amidst the soothing whispers of the night, a godly voice resonated like a celestial melody, drawing the dreamer deeper into the realm of dreams. Slowly, consciousness began to stir, pulling the dreamer from the depths of sleep into a surreal world.

With a gentle touch, the dreamer's form descended from the heavens, landing softly on a lush grass field. As awareness dawned, a profound sense of unfamiliarity washed over the dreamer's being. It was then that the dreamer gazed upon a tranquil lake mirroring the night sky's brilliance, its surface shimmering with moonlit enchantment. The dreamer's reflection in the serene waters revealed an unexpected sight-a Riolu, its azure fur radiating with an otherworldly glow.

Confusion and disbelief intertwined as the Riolu struggled to comprehend this newfound reality. Just as panic threatened to consume him, a small figure approached-a Scorbunny, its fur a warm hue of orange tinged with hints of gold. "Hey, are you okay?" The Scorbunny's voice was gentle, carrying a comforting tone amidst the dream's uncertainty.

Caught in a whirlwind of emotions, the Riolu found it challenging to respond, his thoughts swirling like autumn leaves in a tempest. Sensing the Riolu's distress, the Scorbunny gently placed a paw on his shoulder, breaking through the tumultuous thoughts. "I'm Fleet," the Scorbunny introduced himself, offering a reassuring smile. "What's your name?"

A moment of silence stretched between them as the Riolu attempted to recall his identity. However, the name that once defined him seemed to elude his grasp, leaving a void in his memory. Frustration flickered across his features before he composed himself, though remnants of worry lingered in his eyes.

Fleet noticed the Riolu's struggle and furrowed his brows in concern. "Do you have amnesia?" The question hung in the air, accompanied by a tinge of worry. The Riolu nodded slowly, acknowledging the gaps in his memory that echoed like distant whispers in the recesses of his mind.

With determination, Fleet made a decision. "Come with me. We'll find help." Guiding the Riolu with gentle encouragement, Fleet led him across the grassy expanse, their footsteps leaving faint imprints in the verdant carpet beneath them. The night embraced them with its quiet splendor, stars twinkling like scattered diamonds in the vast canvas of the sky.

As they journeyed onward, the silhouette of a distant structure emerged-a haven amidst the wilderness. "That's where the Rescue Rangers reside," Fleet explained, his voice carrying a note of hope. "They help Pokémon in need, like us."

Approaching the sanctuary, the Riolu marveled at its rustic charm, a harmonious blend of nature's embrace and Pokémon ingenuity. Soft light spilled from windows adorned with wildflowers, casting a warm glow upon the path ahead. The scent of fresh earth mingled with the sweet fragrance of blooming blossoms, creating an atmosphere of serenity.

Upon reaching the threshold, Fleet announced their arrival, a note of urgency lacing his words. The door swung open, revealing a gathering of diverse Pokémon, each exuding a sense of purpose and compassion. A Pidgeot with wings like azure skies greeted them, her eyes filled with empathy.

"We heard you need help," the Pidgeot spoke, her voice carrying the wisdom of ages. "Come inside. We'll do everything we can to assist you." The Riolu nodded gratefully, feeling a glimmer of hope amidst the uncertainty that enveloped him.

Inside, the Rescue Rangers' sanctuary was a testament to unity and camaraderie. Pokémon of various species worked together, their efforts intertwined in a tapestry of goodwill and solidarity. The Riolu received a warm welcome, the atmosphere filled with reassurance and support.

Throughout the night, the Rescue Rangers tended to the Riolu's needs, conducting examinations and offering comforting words. As dawn painted the horizon with hues of rose and gold, the Riolu felt a sense of belonging amidst these newfound friends. Though memories remained elusive, the journey of self-discovery had only just begun, guided by the kindness of those who embraced him in his time of need.

And so, within the sanctuary of dreams and compassion, the Riolu embarked on a quest not only to reclaim his lost memories but also to forge new bonds and unravel the mysteries of his extraordinary existence in this enchanting world without humans.