Pokémon: Who let him leave Pallet Town?

Chapter 102 You Should Go Back to Being a Gym Leader (Bonus Chapter for 300 Monthly Tickets)

"Look! That cunning Dragonite has once again unexpectedly sent someone flying!"

"Those two wild Pokémon duo on the C-rank stage this year are really strong!"

"If you ask me, the Pikachu in the D-rank arena is the real highlight. How do you think it trained its sleeping skill?"

The audience was buzzing with excitement.

The director was dizzy from the cuts, and the host kept moving back and forth between the different arenas.

There's no way around it, this year's P1 Fighting Tournament is just too interesting.

In the past, we basically just focused on the A and B level arenas, while the C and D level arenas were just there for entertainment.

This year's CD-level arena is packed with action!
On the A-level arena, an Hitmonlee fell to the claws of a Dragonite.

"Aibiron!" Allen exclaimed, then knelt down, seemingly unable to believe his defeat.

"Wow—the A-level arena has a winner! The Gentle Tyrant has emerged victorious!"

The host's voice immediately rang out, and Natsume's lips twitched.

In these kinds of competitions, the audience especially likes to give the participating Pokémon nicknames.

The Pokémon Hitmonlee that he defeated is now known as the "Boxing Master".

"Damn it, is this the end?!"

Aaron braced himself on the ground with both hands, his eyes filled with resentment, almost overflowing with tears.

Light footsteps sounded, and Natsume walked up to Airon.

"You're very strong, and your tactics are amazing. I can't imagine what kind of training could produce a Dragonite like this!" Aaron looked up at Natsume, his eyes full of sincerity.

"Can you tell me what kind of training method can make the force contradict the shooting motion?"

Airon is very knowledgeable about fighting, and he has observed Natsume's Dragonite many times.

That kind of starting move couldn't possibly not unleash power!
Natsume touched his nose.

Well, he didn't know how Dragonite did it, and even Dragonite itself didn't know what force its next big sinus would be.

"You should go back to running your dojo."

Natsume left those words behind and turned to leave.

"What?" Aaron stood there, stunned.

After a while, he stood up.

"I can't give up. I can still go to Group B for the revival match. Just wait, I will beat you!"

Airon shouted loudly at Natsume's figure.

Natsume ignored him and instead looked toward the D-rank arena area.

On the D-rank arena, a Pikachu was fast asleep, while opposite it, a Machamp was panting heavily from exhaustion.

"Hoo~" Xiao Zhi leaned against the railing and fell into a deep sleep.

Although I really want to respect my opponent.

But after staying up all night with Natsume last night, Satoshi was exhausted, and the middle-part hairstyle was too boring.

As I watched, I unconsciously fell asleep.

"You're so mean! Don't look down on me!" A little boy said angrily.

"Wow, another trainer who's so angry he's practically fainting! The taunting is off the charts!"

As the host finished speaking, Hao Li's trembling fist landed on the sleeping man with the middle parting.

The fist slipped limply from the point of contact, and Haoli collapsed to the ground, exhausted and unconscious.

"It's happened! Another victory from my dreams! Pikachu has won first place in Group D, but it's still sleeping!"

Even its trainer is sleeping!

Xiao Zhi slept soundly this time, and the host's screams couldn't wake him.

"The Dream Armor looks to be working quite well."

Natsume's eyes flashed with a ghostly blue light, and in the mental world of the man with the middle parting, there was not a trace of nightmare, clearly indicating that he had been eliminated by the other party.

And this guy with the middle parting is actually reading in the spiritual world?

Beside the man with the center-parted hair, a small round shield and a short sword were casually placed. He was holding a book carefully in his arms, which was the Divine Beast Record Handbook that he had asked Natsume for.

Didn't you say you couldn't understand it?

Natsume and the man with the middle parting were connected at heart, and only then did he discover that in the spiritual world, the man with the middle parting could actually read human writing.

Let it see.

Natsume nodded with satisfaction.

The child was too arrogant. Now that he's putting in a little effort, even Natsume finds it rare and precious.

"Hey—a fellow supporter?"

A person with a heavy accent suddenly stopped Natsume.

"What's wrong?" Natsume was slightly taken aback and looked at the short, slightly overweight middle-aged man.

"Friend, I'm from Huihong Furniture Company in Rainbow City. We're currently developing bedding health products." "No girlfriend, not buying." Natsume turned to leave.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, take a look first!" The middle-aged man hurriedly pulled out a Pikachu-shaped pillow.

"This is our company's latest product, the Pikachu massage pillow, which can relieve neck fatigue."

"Oh, these health products?" Natsume looked over.

The Pikachu pillow has its limbs raised, and the little fingers on top are creatively designed as massage paws.

"Not interested, I won't buy it." Natsume shook his head and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute, my friend, I wanted to ask that young man to be our spokesperson."

The middle-aged man quickly stopped Natsume and pointed to Satoshi in the distance.

"I've looked at the contestant's information. You're his guardian. How about it? There's an endorsement fee!"

Natsume raised an eyebrow slightly, took the card handed to him, and stuck it to the back of his phone. After seeing the numbers inside, Natsume was stunned.

Twenty million.

Wow—endorsements are so lucrative!

This was just a local, grassroots competition, and the opposing company was a relatively unknown small company.

No wonder Dan Di's battle robes are covered with sponsors.

Natsume stroked his chin, pondering the idea of ​​making a battle suit for himself and Satoshi in the future.

"I agree. Go tell Xiaozhi. If Xiaozhi is willing, that's fine."

As Natsume spoke, he tossed the card back to the middle-aged man and went straight back to the audience.

"Natsume, what brings you up here?"

Xiaoxia looked at him curiously.

"The winners of each arena were basically decided this morning. Next, there will be the revival matches and the finals."

Natsume sat down in the empty seat reserved for him by the other person, took the juice from them, and sipped it.

"Miss Amy's father is the one who was just defeated by Mr. Natsume, isn't he?" Jiaozi asked.

Natsume nodded.

Natsume felt it was a huge waste to abandon his identity as a gym leader and neglect his daughter for a competition of this nature.

"Huh? Mr. Elon doesn't seem to be in good form. He's going to lose the revival match in Group B."

Xiao Gang, who had been keeping an eye on Elon, suddenly spoke up.

Looking over, everyone saw an Abbot and a Savaran locked in a fierce battle on the B-class arena.

"Hang in there, Abiro!" Aaron's hopeful voice rang out.

But he was not Ash after all; Hitmonlee's momentum waned, and he gradually could not hold on any longer.

Natsume turned his gaze to the tall figure opposite Airon, who was wearing a trench coat and a mask.

Those were the Rockets trio in disguise.

At the very bottom are Meow Meow and Musashi. Musashi's thighs are tightly clamped around Kojiro's head, whose face is flushed and he seems to be struggling.

"Haha, meow, it wasn't for nothing that we deliberately lost to Group A, we finally got to be matched with him, meow!"

Meow Meow deliberately lowered her voice, but couldn't hide her excitement.

"Savaran, deliver the final blow, a million-ton kick!"

Musashi waved his hand, and Savarang leaped high into the air, kicking Hitler out of the arena.

"That Savarang looks really impressive!" Xiao Gang exclaimed.

"When I heard Miss Amy's description, I thought her father was very powerful," Xia tilted her head, looking quite puzzled.

Where did the Rockets get this Savaran?
Natsume tilted his head, lost in thought.

"A brilliant strike! Hitler has been defeated, and Mr. Airon is now completely eliminated!"

As the host's voice rang out, Aaron sat frozen on the ground.

Suddenly, he was enveloped in a shadow.

Looking up, Aaron realized that it was his opponent walking towards him.

"You should go back to being a proper gym leader." Musashi left these words coldly, then turned and left.

The familiar words rang out, and Airon was stunned, staring blankly at Musashi's departing figure.

Inside a public restroom during the competition.

A tall man was stripped naked except for his underwear, his hands and feet were tied so he couldn't move, and a ball of yarn was stuffed in his mouth.

"Alright, since you listened to us and defeated that person, as agreed, we can release your trainer."

At the entrance of the public restroom, Savarang breathed a sigh of relief, watching the red-haired woman leave with a lingering sense of unease.

This is terrifying. Humans are terrifying.

It and its owner came to participate in the competition, but were stopped halfway by an enraged red-haired woman who beat them up without saying a word.
Pokémon's bodies definitely have limits!
(End of this chapter)