"Beep! Beep! Beep!" You jolt awake, the sound of your Chatot alarm clock ringing in your ears. The rising sun glares through the curtains, assaulting your vision as you roll over and mumble to yourself... and then it hits you. Today was the day you were supposed to receive your results! With newfound conviction, you swing the covers up into the air and hop onto your desk chair, checking your email. You only applied to the Pokemon League for your trainer's license a few weeks ago, but the wait has felt like years. Normally people get their license much younger, but hey, better late than never.
Navigating frantically to your inbox, you see it. An email from the Pokemon League, with the topic: "tú, Congratulations!". Clicking on the mail, you're delighted to see that your application has been accepted, you're now licensed to own, battle, and trade Pokemon! It says that your trainer card can be picked up at the closest pokemon center, so it seems the first path of your adventure is already paved.
