Pokemon New Journey: Kanto (Eng. Version)

Episode 2

As I have already said English is not my mother tongue so I hope there are no mistakes. If anyone is willing to be my beta or directly translate the entire episodes let me know, thanks.

In this episode there are some sentences that describe small details about torture, I have highlighted those points so that, whoever wants, can skip them.

Episode 2

“Yuki- Yuki can you hear me?”

A voice roused him from his thoughts and the boy struggled to raise his head that seemed to weigh almost tons. He recognized that voice. Yuki wanted, no, he needed to look the man who was talking to him in the eyes, to make sure it wasn't all a simple fantasy, an illusion due to the shock of the torture.

His eyes were full of tears so everything seemed to be out of focus. Behind him was a person in uniform. He had placed himself in such a way as to prevent him, however much he tried to wade behind him, from seeing his father. Yuki started sobbing and, suddenly, realized that he could no longer control his emotions like when he was just Chris.

The man made a disgusted expression, deforming his face, so much so that even Yuki was able to identify his state of mind despite the tears that continued to crawl out of his eyes.

Honestly, the man should have learned to mind his own business. After all, it wasn't he who had his face, neck and chest submerged in various kinds of body fluids, so he had no right to look at him that way.

“Stupid brat ... so many stories just for a few whiplash”

A delicate female voice immediately countered with a tone of hatred that I never thought would come out of her mouth.

“Yuki is just a child!” The tone of her voice was low but no less angry. It gave off a sense of danger, as if it was a warning.

I also noticed the fact that the woman had marked my name, as if to challenge the man to call me a brat again. Although, personally, Yuki was almost certain that that anger was not referring to the term itself but, rather, to the tone of contempt with which the guard had addressed him.

Slowly Yuki's mind began to clear up. He had identified the man as the guard who had been torturing him for hours, and who must have taken a break after his victim of the day had lost consciousness, only to wake him up in an, let's say, unusual way.

But, more importantly, Yuki was finally able to recognize the two voices and associate them with two specific faces. The first, the one of his father, low and reassuring, while the second sweet and protective of his mother.

It's kind of funny to think about the fact that Yuki had linked to his parents' words, even when he hadn't fully regained consciousness and had no idea of who they were, exactly those feelings.

The subconscious was indeed a force of nature.

Now there was nothing to do but kick the stupid guard out. He wanted to see his family, and he certainly didn't want to be at the mercy of a stupid whip anymore, thank you very much.

Unfortunately, however, the man did not seem to have any intention of leaving.

“Put a stop to that tongue of yours whore!”

The anger I felt towards the jailer for his words and the concern for my mother's safety were gigantic. Then I realized what was happening. My mother was trying to get the guard's attention to focus on herself. To protect me, just like she always had.

Immediately his father took the woman's place, trying to get their jailer to focus solely on himself.

“Don't you dare talk to my wife and son like that! You are just criminals and you will all be captured-”