You meet the professor's assistant

You place the pokeball into your pants pocket, running towards the pond where Oshawott was lounging around and relaxing, unaware of you crouching down and moving towards it.

As it turned and looks at you in adorable surprise, you threw a pokeball at it. The pokeball smacked Oshawott on it's head, opening up to suck the water pokemon inside with the signature blue light emerging to snatch it up.

The primitive pokeball fell to the ground, steam puffing out of it as the pokemon within it struggled. You need to get used to this strange style of pokeballs if you have to catch all the pokemon...

Eventually, the fireworks shot out of the pokeball, sparks dissipating to display a successful catch.

"I can hardly believe it, Akari! Incredible!" Professor Laventon complimented your skills after watching from nearby, "You know, many people fear to even approach pokemon, never mind catch them. Bravo indeed!"

With the way he said it so nonchalantly, you start to wonder about what exactly Arceus got you into. You wouldn't have to do all the heavy lifting, would you?

"Just one more to go. Let's wrap this up sharpish, shall we?" The professor's old-timey voice and way of speaking reminded you of those period dramas taking place in Galar. At the time, you hardly believed anyone would actually talk like that.

You place the pokeball into your pocket as you walk towards the last pokemon, Rowlet, hopping around in the grassy field.

Being second nature to you at this point, you throw the pokeball right at the happy Rowlet, watching the ball hit it and swallow it up in a blue light.

The pokeball steamed and jumped around, before it opened back up again and freed the Rowlet who was now aware of you.

"Ah yes, I'm afraid that can happen... Pokeballs are hardly 100 percent foolproof. Give it another go, old girl!" The professor gave an understanding look, like he expected this to happen.

You know that pokeballs had a chance of failure, that's why there were so many different pokeball types to increase chances of success. Timer balls, quick balls, net balls, and even the coveted master ball. You wonder if there are any of those types of balls used here.

As you lifted your arm to throw another pokeball, a pokeball was thrown at Rowlet from afar, catching both it and you off-guard. As the pokeball fell and bounced with puffing, you turned to look around. Someone else with catching skills?

From behind a rock formation, you see an arm retreat back as the pokeball shot fireworks to indicate success.

A boy emerged from behind the formation with neat black hair, confident black eyes, and wearing a red cloth cap. He wore some kind of blue uniform with a gold symbol on the sleeve. A red scarf was swept around his neck.

The uniform was tight around him, revealing his body shape. He looked fit, even if his face seemed average. Through all of that, your eyes wandered down to his most noticeable asset...

His huge bulge

His noticeable crotch was barely contained in his already tight uniform, and looked like it would burst out any second.

The boy seemed around your age, and was unaware of how his groin was distracting or how his choice of attire and tight pants accentuated his tool. He had a serious air about him as he strode forward, dick constrained and swinging, to grab the pokeball.

"Ah, Rei! I thought you were back at the village!" The professor talked to him with recognition in his voice as he made his way towards him.

"I followed you just in case, knowing how troublesome some pokemon can be and how... Unsuited you would be at handling them if they get out of control." He walked to your side, ignoring your existence as he bent down to grab the pokeball, barely constrained genitals straining against his pants.

"I see. I do admit I would be in a bit of a pickle if not for this young woman having appeared here and helping me catch these little runaways. If I were to run back to the village and ask for your help, who knows how far they would have gone by then! What a terrible thing it would be to lose track of them... " Professor Laventon rubbed the back of his head sheepishly as he patted you on the shoulder, probably having heard this type of talk from this boy many times before.

"And who's this, exactly? That weird way of dressing... She's not from around here, is she?" The boy looked at you with a suspicious stare, eyebrow raised as he held the pokeball in hand, eyeing you up.