Pokémon: Who let him leave Pallet Town?

Chapter 288 The Origin of Hoopa

The gradually shrinking golden ring visibly trembled.

But it only paused for a fleeting moment.

The golden ring shimmered with a ghostly purple light, eventually shrinking to a single point and disappearing completely.

"Natsume-nii, that strange Pokémon is gone. Natsume-nii. Natsume-nii?"

In Natsume's eyes, the blue light on the golden ring shone brighter and brighter.

The world began to fall silent, until Ash's voice became blurred and eventually inaudible.

Natsume's surroundings were completely replaced by blue light.

Natsume was extremely familiar with these things; someone had pulled him into the spiritual world.

"My sister is dead."

Hoopa appeared, its face tense as it stared at Natsume.

"But don't you have Ho-Oh as a friend?"

Natsume looked at Hoopa strangely.

“It has no divine authority.” Hoopa lowered his eyes.

"Then go find the Phoenix King who has a divine office; you can travel through many worlds."

"I can't find it. Ho-Oh is so hard to find."

A tear fell, landing heavily on the ocean of the soul with a soft thud.

The sky suddenly darkened, and Hoopa's mental world turned gloomy.

Natsume: "."

"And what about Xerneas?"

Natsume raised an eyebrow slightly. This god of life in the Carlos region had a rather fixed position.

"I don't want so many lives to be taken away."

Hupa's voice grew softer and softer, its head bowed, and only one tear after another could be seen falling into the ocean of the spirit.

Natsume remained silent.

Life and destruction are interdependent.

To lure out Xerneas, the god of destruction, Yveltal, must be the first to awaken.

"I'm just too weak."

As Hupa's voice rang out, the sky of the spiritual world turned pitch black.

"You're very strong." Natsume sighed.

"I'm not strong. I'm too playful, I don't try hard enough, I'm the weakest Hoopa, I'm too weak. If I were stronger, my sister wouldn't have died."

Hupa's voice was sad.

This guy who had been pretending to be tough finally backed down.

"Boom!"

A sudden clap of thunder boomed in the sky, and one after another, eerie purple phantoms emerged.

These figures all had six arms, were powerful and robust, with bulging muscles and an overwhelming aura. They even managed to penetrate the originally dark sky and dye it with their colors.

They looked at Hoopa at the bottom with expressions of sadness, indifference, disdain, or pity.

These are all Hoopa from parallel universes.

Natsume looked around and realized that the Hoopa in front of him was indeed the weakest.

If you don't work hard, who can you blame?

If you can't bring yourself to be ruthless, who can you blame?

These Hoopas make no attempt to hide their emotions, and even Natsume, an outsider, can easily sense them.

Natsume frowned.

"boom!"

Natsume unleashed his telekinetic power, creating a small, isolated mental shield.

The small hood enveloped herself and Hoopa.

Natsume sat quietly in front of Hoopa, waiting for her to finish crying.

"Hiss—"

Little Huba wrinkled his nose and just sat there, lost in thought.

Natsume's face turned pale.

It is truly difficult to break through the barriers of motivation in someone else's mental world.

“Can you tell me your story?”

Natsume sat opposite and asked Hoopa a question.

When she was very young, Hoopa discovered that she could go to many different worlds.

These worlds are amazing. In some worlds, there is constant warfare, while in others, Pokémon have just been born.

But most of the time, it's a world where humans and Pokémon coexist.

Little Hoopa doesn't care about humans; they're too boring, but they're a necessary "audience."

When she was very young, Hoopa discovered that she could go to many different worlds.

These worlds are amazing. In some of them, there is constant warfare and endless gunfire, and Pokémon are nothing more than war machines.

In some worlds, Pokémon are just beginning to take shape from primordial energy, as innocent as newly born light; but most of the time, it's a world where humans and Pokémon coexist in harmony, a world that's all the same.

Hoopa ignores humans; they're too boring, only repeating "training," "battle," and "gym" in monotonous language, like a group of puppets with pre-programmed routines.

But they are the necessary "spectators." Without their astonished or worshipful gazes, the fun of trampling those so-called "divine beasts" would be halved.

It likes to act like a mischievous Elf King, suddenly appearing before those seemingly powerful, majestic, and strutting "legendary Pokémon"—Rayquaza, Groudon, Kyogre… It has seen countless of them.

With a flash of light from the six golden rings, the demon god himself arrived, and his immense power moved with effortless ease, easily overturning those arrogant behemoths and trampling them underfoot.

Seeing the shock and humiliation in their eyes, Hoopa felt a surge of pride, like bubbles rising to the surface. It was very proud of itself.

Until he provoked a Pokémon it had never seen before.
Hoopa, who had never been defeated before, was defeated. It fled in panic and collapsed in some unknown world.

When Hoopa woke up again, she found that she had been adopted.

It was adopted by a middle-aged man who ran a farm and had a daughter.

That world was strange; there were no Pokémon Trainers, and all Pokémon were considered family members.

It was taken to the registration office and became the girl's younger brother and the middle-aged man's son.

Hupa was very dissatisfied.

Humans are not qualified to be his relatives.

Hoopa began to retaliate; by nature, it started causing trouble on the farm.

Burn the hay, flatten the wheat, smash the windows.
The other "relatives" on the farm couldn't stand it anymore—a gentle Kentauro, two diligent Dodoos, and a noisy bird that always loved to chatter.

It gets punished and pinned down by those Pokémon every day.

"Pfft, you're only level 10-12. If you don't work hard to improve, you'll definitely lose."

His nominal older sister often mocked him like this when she was cleaning his wounds.

Hoopa was indignant; it was that strange, never-before-seen fusion Pokémon that had sealed its power.

Once he recovers, he will be at his most powerful.

Time flowed by. It remained mischievous, stealing fruit, rolling in mud puddles, and hiding its sister's books.

My older sister got into Yuhong University, which is far away, and every winter and summer vacation, she would bring Baofen from the city back with her.

Hupa complained, but ate quickly.

It enjoyed the tranquility of the farm, unnoticed by anyone. The seal within its body seemed to be loosening slightly, but it was too lazy to break through.

Strength? It will come back eventually, what's the rush?

One autumn, my sister didn't come back. Her letter said she was busy with her studies.

The father remained silent, the embers of his pipe flickering in the autumn night.

The following spring, the busy farming season was in full swing. The fence was crooked, several roof tiles were missing, and the flowers my sister had planted were drooping.

My father often stares blankly at the photos, his brow furrowed with an unyielding sorrow.

Finally, on a gloomy morning, the father hurriedly put on his best coat and headed straight for Yuhong City.

He didn't even glance at Hoopa.

The freedom of the farm suddenly felt empty and unsettling. The desolate scene and heavy silence were like a silent urging.

Hoopa hated this feeling.

It propelled its dim halo, stumbling and staggering through farms and skyscrapers.

The disinfectant has a pungent smell.

In the pristine white hospital room, my sister lay there, emaciated, like the last withered leaf in the autumn wind.

The father's hunched back trembled by the bedside.

A whisper from the doctor in the white coat came through: "There's no precedent for this."

Hupa's heart sank.

The halo shines again!

It charged madly toward the legendary land.

Beneath the seven-colored tower, sacred flames drove it back, denying it even the right to look up.

In the eternal forest, the whisper of mercy is rejected, but it is sent forth by gentle vines.

Time, space. It can't even get close to the edge of that realm now.

The strength is too weak! Each attempt only resulted in deeper wounds and an even more piercing tightening of the seal within the body.

For the first time, a chilling sense of regret overwhelmed it so intensely.

If he hasn't wasted these years.
If it tries even a little harder.
Will that break this damn seal?

Or perhaps, like its parallel counterpart, it grows stronger on its own, never relying on the other self.
"elder sister."

Hupa curled up, clinging to Natsume's arm, a sob escaping her throat.

[All Hoopa priesthoods completed, S-rank scratch card +1!]

[Humanity and Bonds - 'My Son and Daughter' successfully added to the collection, SS-rank scratch card +1!]

[Cleric Non-Combat Uses: Parallel and Equal Positions - The Dark Purple Light Golden Ring can traverse space; successfully acquired, S-Rank Scratch Card +1!]

[Cleric Non-Combat Uses: Parallel and Equal Positions - The Blue Light Golden Ring can link to the spiritual world; successfully added.]

[The red glowing golden ring can induce hypnosis and fade memories; successfully recorded.]

A series of system notifications sounded, but Natsume remained expressionless.

(End of this chapter)