Pokemon: Bagon (Cyan) (Quality Faded)
Gender: Male
Level: 1
Type: Dragon
Ability: Rock Head
Held Items: None
Egg Moves: Hydro Pump, Dragon Dance, Fire Fang, Dragon Rush
Basic Move: Rage
Learnt Moves: None
TM Moves: None
The system scanned the data of this Bagon—its cyan aptitude was already fading due to long-term malnutrition, leaving it in an unstable condition.
Perhaps its original aptitude was dark cyan, but after deterioration, it had dropped to cyan.
When Aoki had found this rare Dragon-type in his past life, its aptitude had stabilized at cyan. Even then, it had been an incredibly valuable Pokemon for him.
This Bagon had inherited both Hydro Pump and two powerful Dragon-type moves, proving its innate potential was exceptional.
However, due to severe malnutrition since birth and hidden injuries on its body, its aptitude had deteriorated.
Only because Aoki now possessed the system—and had accessed Matsuda's Breeder records—did he know how to treat this condition. Otherwise, he would have regretted it for life.
The higher the aptitude, the harder it is to recover once deterioration begins.
According to the system's data, this Bagon had been born nearly two months ago. Yet even after two months, its infancy period hadn't ended properly before its growth period began. The lack of proper nourishment was evident.
It was a miracle it had survived at all.
Likely… it had subsisted on the damp moss in the tunnel.
A proud Dragon-type, forced to survive on scraps worse than grass—how had it endured?
"Bagon, don't be afraid. I'm here to take you out." Aoki's hand, hovering in the air, finally touched the trembling Pokemon.
The moment contact was made, Bagon stiffened completely, bracing as if expecting a blow.
But the expected pain never came.
Instead, warmth radiated from Aoki's palm.
Slowly, Bagon lifted its head, staring blankly at Aoki—its expression almost questioning why it hadn't been struck.
Aoki's chest ached.
Yet he smiled gently. "Bagon, are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?"
He pulled out two Pokeblocks and placed them before the small Dragon-type.
Bagon's nose twitched slightly as it caught the scent.
Hunger twisted its stomach violently. It had never eaten a proper meal since birth, and now stomach acid churned, saliva flooding its mouth.
"Gulp!"
The sound of swallowing echoed loudly in the silent cave.
No one laughed. Bagon didn't even notice, its gaze locked onto the Pokeblocks in Aoki's hand.
"Go ahead, eat." Aoki nudged them closer.
Finally understanding, Bagon snatched both blocks, clutching them tightly.
Then, with surprising care, it nibbled at one, barely scraping off crumbs—as if afraid to finish it too quickly.
Its eyes widened instantly, glowing like twin lanterns in the dark cave.
It stared at the two blocks—one whole, the other slightly chipped—hesitating for a long moment before biting into the damaged one again, chewing slowly as if savoring a delicacy.
The remaining one-and-a-half blocks were squeezed tightly in its claws.
Its food. No one would take them.
Last time, it had devoured its eggshell all at once—then starved for days after. It had learned. Now, it saved every scrap, hoarding for the next unbearable hunger.
This was its treasure...
Aoki watched silently, his nose stinging.
Every small movement revealed Bagon's struggle. Even starving, it rationed, terrified of being left with nothing.
The Pokemon behind Aoki shifted uncomfortably. They realized how fortunate they were to have him.
But Bagon's behavior shattered Mismagius. Crimson eyes glistening, it wept—realizing how easy its own life had been.
It opened its subspace, pulling out a hidden stash of Pokeblocks, and offered them to Bagon.
Bagon glanced at Mismagius, then the pile of unfamiliar but delicious-smelling blocks. It grabbed them all at once, though its tiny claws couldn't hold everything.
Then it suddenly stood, heaving up a rock it had been sitting on.
Beneath was a shallow pit lined with moss—its emergency stash.
Gently, it placed all the Pokeblocks inside, then covered the rock again with a relieved sigh.
The other Pokemon winced.
Bagon's life had been too harsh.
But no more. Now that Aoki had found it, things would change.
Bagon would grow up safe, well-fed—just like them.
Aoki didn't interfere, letting it pat the rock contentedly. Even now, Bagon hadn't touched the moss—its last resort.
Surviving on moss, yet still retaining cyan aptitude? This Bagon's potential was staggering.
"Bagon, come with me. You'll never go hungry again." Aoki crouched, meeting its gaze squarely.
To prove it, he placed an entire box of Pokeblocks before it.
Bagon's jaw dropped.
For the first time, it locked eyes with Aoki—its expression screaming:
All this… for me?