Pokémon: Who let him leave Pallet Town?

Chapter 222 Unknown Totem
There are 28 unknown totems in total.

They correspond to the 26 letters of the alphabet, as well as question marks and exclamation marks.

Legend has it that Unown is a Pokémon that was born at the same time as Arceus created the world.

From any academic perspective, unknown totems are shrouded in mystery.

What do you want to test?

Nishino Mori took out his pipe and subconsciously lit it.

The latter raised the golden rod and gathered the remaining black rods together to form a giant rod.

"We must believe in the law of conservation of energy."

Natsume was too lazy to test how the black rod absorbed power, something Gilruta had already demonstrated countless times.

What he was more curious about was where the power absorbed by the black rod went.
The Three Holy Birds! Superpowers! Super Strength!
It even sucked a firebird to death.

Where did that immense power go?

They can't just disappear into thin air, can they?

Natsume waved his hand, and a giant rod composed of 365 black rods slammed down onto the ground.

"Hey, hey, hey, this thing isn't very hard!"

Upon seeing this, Nishino Mori almost dropped the pipe he was puffing on.

Fortunately, the thick, black stick was limp and powerless; the moment it hit the ground, it broke into smaller black sticks.

"That's strange, it wasn't saved either?"

Natsume recalled the black rod with a suspicious look on his face.

The power that is absorbed, if not stored, means it has been transferred elsewhere.

As for where he was teleported to, Natsume had no idea.

It is said that the life doll can be considered a condensation of his telekinetic energy, a kind of energy.
Maybe this gang can absorb the life doll, and then they can see the place where the power is transmitted through the life doll?

After thinking it over, Natsume decided to give up.

The Life Doll balances the psychic power of his inner world. If something goes wrong and the inner world collapses, Natsume will be in big trouble.

Natsume tried to probe the source with his own telekinetic energy, but found that the absorbed telekinetic energy seemed to have sunk into the sea without any response.

All he could feel was darkness.

After struggling all night, Natsume still couldn't figure out anything from the golden and black rods.

"Perhaps this wasn't its original purpose."

Nishino Mori yawned, feeling a bit unwell.

It's one thing for Natsume to stay up all night by himself, but he also insists on dragging this old man along.

"What do you mean?" Natsume pricked up his ears.

"When people discover things in ruins, they often subconsciously rely on the strengths of those objects and make arbitrary guesses about what the objects were used for in the past."

As Nishino Mori spoke, he coughed twice and continued:
"In fact, this is incorrect. For example, some scholars thought that the exquisite jars excavated from the ruins were ancient wines, but they were eventually proven to be chamber pots."

"Moreover, that scholar secretly took some back with him and drank it diluted with water for almost half a month!"

At this point, a look of pain appeared on Nishino Mori's face.

"Professor, how do you know so much?" Natsume looked at Professor Nishino Mori with a puzzled expression.

The other person's expression suggested that he had had a similar experience.

"Cough cough cough, because... because he's a friend of mine, so I know quite a bit about him, just a friend."

Nishino waved his hand, then yawned.

Natsume nodded and focused his gaze on the golden staff in his hand.

That's true. This thing was probably not originally created to suppress Pokémon.

Or rather, the purpose of absorbing power is not used to suppress Pokémon.

Natsume had wondered if this thing was similar to the sealing artifacts used to suppress Pokémon in the ancient times.

After all, there were no Poké Balls back then, and the relationship between humans and Pokémon wasn't as generally friendly as it is now.

Capturing Pokémon relies almost entirely on physical suppression.

But now it seems that using these black rods as a sealing tool to suppress Pokémon is a waste of their potential.

But if this isn't a sealing tool, then what is it for?

Nishino Mori's experience awakened Natsume to the fact that this thing might have a greater use than he had imagined!
But the only other connection might be the number 365. Natsume racked his brains but couldn't figure out how it could possibly relate to the number of days in a year.

"If you can't think of it, don't think about it."

Nishino Mori, his head tilted to the side and still half-asleep, got up and prepared to go back to his room to sleep.

He simply couldn't take it anymore.

On second thought, this golden rod was an unexpected bonus, as it wasn't originally part of his research plan.

It would be best if it could be cracked, but it doesn't matter if it can't, since there are no systemic issues to address anyway.

Natsume yawned and returned to his room.

"Why are you here?"

When Natsume turned on the light, he found Takako lying on his bed.

"Huh? Mr. Natsume, aren't I your secretary?"

As Jiaozi spoke, she pulled up the blanket and looked at him pitifully.

“???” Natsume looked at the proud child with a strange expression.

"I've read in many books that secretaries are supposed to know how to warm someone's bed."

Is the book you're reading serious?

Natsume pulled the blanket over his head:

"Read more serious books, and you'll keep me warm in this sweltering June heat."

Natsume felt that the blanket was damp.

On the other hand, Jiao Zi was covered in sweat, his hair sticking to his face. As Natsume pulled the blanket up, a burst of heat suddenly escaped.

Natsume turned the damp blankets over with a look of disgust:
"You've stained my blankets, but why does your sweat smell so good?"

Natsume seemed to have discovered a new continent, and he held the blanket and smelled it.

Why does it still smell good?

After the scent of shower gel and similar products fades, it should just be the sour smell of sweat.

Upon seeing Natsume's actions, Jiaozi's face flushed bright red, instantly becoming alluring and captivating.

"No matter what, get out of here."

Natsume put the blanket down, thinking that this must be a problem with pheromones.

"No, it's also my duty to help Mr. Natsume with his daily life!"

Jiaozi put her hands on her hips and glared angrily at Natsume.

This was the first time she had ever contradicted Natsume.

Natsume looked at the other person strangely.

It seemed that ever since Kona contacted him, the way Pride looked at him had been a little strange.

"Alright then, you can stay in this room too."

Natsume thought about it and realized that it didn't seem to have any impact on him.

At most, you just have to be a little more careful when you get up to use the toilet at night.

Natsume turned around, walked out of the room, and when he reappeared, he was holding a blanket in his arms.

On the bed, seeing Natsume start to make a makeshift bed on the floor, Jiaozi's eyes immediately became somewhat flustered.

"Um, Mr. Natsume, there's no need for that."

“Of course it’s necessary.” Natsume glanced at Takako, his expression leaving no room for doubt.

In an instant, the proud man froze, and lowered his head in shame.

Mr. Natsume is truly a gentleman; he even...
Before he could finish blaming himself, Xiaozi was picked up by Natsume.

"Alright, now get on the floor and get back on your mat."

"Huh?" Jiaozi was taken aback and looked up at Natsume.

What are you sighing about?

Natsume tucked the proud child into the makeshift bed on the floor.

If you don't sleep on the floor, do you expect him to sleep there?
(End of this chapter)