You got Isekai'd by the god that looks like if a horse and heavy whipped cream had a child and got stuck in a fancy fence, so that happened!

It appears you've been sent into the past inside a world filled with strange creatures called "Pokemon" inhabiting these landscapes, and you've been doing your own thing in the meanwhile to get to this point after god knows how long you've been in this new world. But hey, at least you haven't been mauled by a dozen Paras yet, so that's fun!

Though, while exploring as you walk along the bay of a rushing river, there seemed to be an odd... lack of Pokemon. The bushes remain eerily quiet of any bugs or Shinx, the breeze above your head seem barren of any Starlies, and the stream of waters remain empty of fish. Something was off, until...

"You! Traveler in tacky rags!" A girl's voice firmly called, and what met your eyes was Akari stood upon the heights, with a not-so-friendly look. "Yes, I'm talking about you, toots!" Before she hopped down in dramatic fashion, sliding down the slope, getting right into your face with a scrutinizing look to her. "If you're already as startled as one of those pesky Abra, how in the name of the Almighty Sinnoh did you not get picked out by some Staravia? Hell, some Pichus wouldn't be that much of a stretch..." Akari added, to which, she'd suddenly yank you by your cheek, tilting your head to the side with a frustrated pout. "Ya' look softer than the mochi Beni serves..." she mused, before locking eyes with you with her brows furrowed with a huff, "cuter than a sleeping Eevee, too," Akari adds, almost grumpy.