Pokémon: Who let him leave Pallet Town?

Chapter 153 Release: Ancient Alakazam vs. Ancient Gengar
White finished counting very quickly.

During the counting process, White had some thoughts.

These words are engraved once every year.

She also considered that by adding up the number of paragraphs, she could deduce the duration of the existence of these two devices.

However, once everything had settled down and she had completed all the statistics, she discovered that none of these things were true.

This is something that has been carved out along the way; it doesn't have any special meaning.

There was even no room for the last paragraph, making the paragraphs even more concise.

"Ah—you can't tell at all."

White slumped down, his eyes stinging, wanting nothing more than to lie dead in the chair.

Natsume believes that in many industries, as long as you put in the effort, you can expect to receive some return.

But scientific research is an exception.

Sometimes there is only a return explosion.

"What is this thing?"

Natsume picked up something from the table that was pointed at both ends, like a wedge.

The wedge is the same color scheme as the spoon, all golden with some dark brown spots.

In the center of the wedge, there is a small, flat hole.

“That looks like a lock.” White rubbed his temples.

"I see." Natsume took out a wire.

"What are you going to do!"

Seeing that Natsume was about to push it in, White rushed up and snatched the wedge away.

"I have a lock-picking license, and I'm very good at it. You can ask the Pokémon at Professor Oak's lab if you don't believe me."

Natsume pulled out a certificate.

The Pokémon in the breeding center always liked to secretly lock the door and keep him outside.

"It's not a business issue."

White's lips twitched slightly; she sensed that Natsume was in some danger.

"In short, Mr. Natsume, this is our expedition team's mission, and I am very grateful for your help."

With that, White placed the wedge into the glass dome, alongside the black ball and the spoon.

As the wedge approached, Natsume noticed that black lines seemed to appear on the spoon.

His gaze moved to the flat end of the spoon.

Seeing Natsume's gaze constantly shifting between the spoon and the wedge, White nervously blocked his view.

“Miss White, don’t you think this spoon looks like a key, and this wedge looks like a lock?”

Natsume's sudden voice startled White.

She turned around, picked up the glass jar containing the spoon and wedge, and examined it carefully.

"It seems so!"

White's eyes lit up.

"How about we find an open space—hmm?"

As Natsume approached, he discovered that White had already fitted the spoon handle into the hole in the center of the wedge.

Young people are just so impatient!

Natsume remained silent, a blue light flashing in his eyes. He draped his arm over White's shoulder, and the spoon and wedge in her arms were instantly teleported away.

“Jiaozi, we were at the foot of the snow-capped mountain before. You brought the black ball and the bronze bell here.”

Natsume's voice echoed in his mind. After a moment of stunned silence, the boy quickly picked up the black ball and the bronze bell and chased after them.

At the foot of the snow-capped mountain.

A faint blue light flashed, and two figures appeared.

"what--"

In White's hands, the spoon and wedge, joined together, shimmered with blue light and gradually rose into the air.

"Miss White, you may leave now."

Natsume took out a Poké Ball, his eyes fixed intently on the spoon and wedge that were rising into the air.

As expected, what was released was likely the ancient Hu region.

If this is a Dynamaxed Alakazam, it might be some kind of Dynamax technology developed by humans in the ancient era using Eternatus!

That would be very valuable for research.

It might lead to a series of systemic research topics.

"Okay, you have to be careful."

White was taken aback and blushed a little at his own recklessness.

She put something like a collar around Natsume's neck.

"Isn't this like putting an ecological recording device on wild Pokémon?" Natsume asked with a strange expression.

"I'm sorry, but my teacher's greatest wish is to see the ancient Pokémon again. Please help me." White turned around, his face full of pleading.

How did you see your teacher pass away?

Natsume looked puzzled, but his face didn't show much anxiety.

The ancient Hu region won't be emerging anytime soon.

Moreover, judging from the anime, the opponent will most likely only fight against the ancient Gengar.

He brought it to the foot of the snow-capped mountain to release it, simply to minimize the damage to the area.

"Uh, I set up a satellite dish in front of my teacher's grave. Every time I get some ancient artifacts, I film them and send them over."

White scratched her head sheepishly; she knew her way was niche.

But this mystical method truly blessed her and helped her advance smoothly to her doctorate.

Natsume: "."

Satellite dishes. Won't they get struck by lightning on rainy days?
"Hudi—"

A violent blue light flashed, and Natsume was the first to be affected. He could feel a powerful psychic force sweeping across the entire area.

"boom!"

The small camera attached to the collar was squeezed so hard it shattered.

What a pity!

White was reluctant to leave, but she knew that the most important thing was to get out of there first.

"Alakazam?"

Alakazam seemed a bit dazed, perhaps because he had been locked up for too long.

It had been out for quite a while, and it just stood there scratching its head.

During this time, Natsume took in the appearance of the huge Alakazam.

The other party's body was covered with numerous black lines, resembling an enlarged version of a patterned sculpture.

The golden wedge disappeared, while the golden spoon grew larger and was held in the hand of the ancient Alakazam.

Furthermore, judging from the length of its whiskers, this Alakazam is female.

The ancient Hu region has made a move.

As if sensing something, Natsume could clearly feel that the other party's psychic power was probing towards the snow mountain.

Until the area compressed into ice, the ancient Alakazam trembled violently, and then timidly withdrew its Nen power.

It turned around, and the lingering psychic energy from Mewtwo on the snowy mountain made it uneasy, instinctively wanting to escape from this place.

"Look at that middle-parted hair, Mewtwo is so powerful."

Natsume lifted up the sleeping man with his middle-parted hair.

"Pikapi?"

The middle-parted hair opened its eyes in a daze, yawned, touched the red and white ball on Natsume's waist, and went back into the ball to continue sleeping.

Heading in the direction from the ancient land of the Hu, with his back to the snow-capped mountains and heading straight for the Ooki Research Institute, Natsume immediately sensed that something terrible was about to happen.

"Mr. Natsume!"

Fortunately, at that moment, Jiaozi, carrying the black ball and the bronze bell, darted out from the dense forest nearby.

"Hu--"

As if sensing something, Alakazam cast a strange glance in their direction.

"Mr. Natsume!"

Jiaozi's voice trembled slightly, and the black ball in her arms was shaking wildly.

"Let it go."

Natsume spoke, using his telekinesis to pull the prodigy to his side.

The next second, the glass cover shattered, and footprints appeared one after another beneath the black sphere.

These footprints gradually grew larger and larger, pointing directly towards the ancient land of Hu, which stood still and looked around.

"Mr. Natsume, these look like Gengar's footprints?"

Jiaozi stared nervously at the ever-growing rows of footprints and said instinctively.

"Yes, these are Gengar's footprints."

Natsume looked up at the sky.

Dark clouds covered the sky, making it pitch black.

A chubby purple creature covered in black markings appeared opposite Alakazam.

The jet-black ball began to grow larger, eventually forming a dumbbell-like object, which fell into the hands of the ancient Gengar.

"Geng Ga!"

"Hu--"

The ancient Gengar gripped its small dumbbell tightly, while Alakazam raised its golden spoon, creating a tense atmosphere.

(End of this chapter)