Pokémon: Who let him leave Pallet Town?

Chapter 312 I Know How to Jump Better Than You

Xiao Mao excitedly ran off the stage and smugly walked towards Xiao Zhi in the audience.

Natsume stared at Shigeru, watching him leave.

He tilted his head, pondering the dance the other person had just performed.

He must have seen it somewhere.

"Please welcome Sakura and her Eevee companions to the stage!"

And there comes another Sylveon, proudly making its entrance.

Two Eevee dogs accompanied it on either side, while Sakura, dressed in a kimono, walked forward surrounded by others.

She glanced at Natsume almost imperceptibly.

This guy really is a judge.
Natsume held the sleeping boy with the middle parting in his arms, his gaze falling on the Sylveon.

Unlike Gary's Sylveon, this Sylveon was clearly dressed up carefully before going on stage, with ribbons wrapped all over its body with bells of various colors.

Staring at the bells, Natsume frowned, feeling that they looked even more familiar.

"Miss Sakura will be performing a traditional ritual dance! What kind of ritual dance is it that she can finish in just three minutes!"

Narutosuke glanced at the performance schedule in his hand and exclaimed in surprise.

The sky suddenly darkened, and countless people looked up in confusion, only to find that the huge skylight that had been wide open in the dance hall had been completely closed.

Darkness envelops.

"Run~"

The headlights cast a warm glow on the cherry blossoms.

Her sleeves were embroidered with silver vines, which brushed against the night with her movements.

The young girl danced gracefully, her movements dignified and fluid.

Several Eevee birds quietly appeared, their neck fur twitching slightly as they circled around her like shadows, leaping and fluttering to a silent rhythm, their paw pads lightly touching the ground.

The copper bell on the girl's wrist rang in harmony with her wooden clogs, and a faint light floated around Sylveon's neck, its tail, like a soft ribbon, leaving elegant arcs in the deepening twilight.

As the girl twirls, the colors of the lights change, like the gentle moonlight quietly climbing onto her shoulders.

The Eevee creatures gathered and dispersed with her figure, their halos intertwining, rising, and finally shattering, like scattered stars quietly falling into the darkness.

Three minutes later, the performance ended, and the entire audience fell silent.

"Click~"

As the skylight gradually opened, cherry blossoms bowed in gratitude to the audience.

"This is amazing! This is the most perfect environment and dance I've ever seen. The Eevee fans are perfectly integrated into the dance!"

As Narusuke spoke, the judges raised their scoreboards.

10
Without exception, they all received high scores.

It ended abruptly with Natsume.

He hesitated to raise the scoreboard.

"It seems that Mr. Natsume has a different perspective!"

Narutosuke's eyes lit up, and he handed the microphone to Natsume.

Natsume ignored him and buried himself in searching for something.

Whispers began to circulate among the audience.

"Wouldn't the people of Guandu appreciate this?"

"This is a sacrificial dance that has been lost in our Yuanzhu City. I heard that it used to be performed specifically for the Phoenix King."

"This is disrespectful to the Phoenix King!"

After a while, Xia stopped searching and took the microphone instead.

"Your dance isn't authentic, is it?" Natsume asked curiously.

The loudspeaker amplified Natsume's voice, engulfing the entire venue. Like cold water poured into a frying pan, the audience instantly erupted.

"I told you, those stupid Kanto people just don't understand!"

"What a joke! Sakura and her four older sisters, I heard that the person in charge of the ritual dances used to be their ancestor, they're from the same lineage!"

"Why invite people from Chengdu? Don't we have judges in Chengdu?"

The crowd was outraged, and even Sakura herself glared fiercely at Natsume.

"Um, Natsume-san is a Sinnoh member."

Xiao Zhi said weakly from the crowd.

"Where is it not authentic?"

Sakura pointed at Natsume defiantly, only to be blinded by the bald man's dazzling light.

"I know better than you how to jump."

"First of all, many movements are missing."

Natsume answered without hesitation.

As soon as she finished speaking, Sakura paused slightly in surprise.

"How...how did you know?" Sakura stood there, stunned, covering her mouth in surprise.

After that great fire, many records about Ho-Oh disappeared, including the ritual dance.

They only have fragments to learn from.

"Not only that, you also added a lot of movements without permission to make the disjointed dance flow smoothly."

Natsume continued.

"how do you know!"

Cherry blossoms were even more surprised.

The five sisters only received fragmented pieces of the text, which contained only scattered movements. To create a dance, they had to add their own movements.

But how would Natsume know?
Even the most discerning dance connoisseurs could not glean these insights from just three minutes of dance.

Her choreography was flawless.

It can only be said that it is not an authentic sacrificial dance, but its beauty and entertainment value are absolutely unquestionable.

Tell me, how did you know?

Sakura rushed off the stage in shock, lay on the judges' table, and stared intently at Natsume.

"Yeah, how would he know?"

In the audience, Sakura's four older sisters also stood up.

Could it be that Natsume also has some knowledge of ancient ritual dances?

Sakura's reaction was witnessed by everyone, and the originally indignant audience fell silent.

It seems that maybe, perhaps, or probably, people in this area really understand a little bit about this.

"Because I have the original."

Under Sakura's blank stare, Natsume took out a small wooden slip.

The wooden slip was rescued by him before the tomb exploded; it was covered with many crooked and distorted drawings.

Some of the drawings are exactly like the dancing movements of cherry blossoms!
"This is!"

Sakura glanced at the contents of the wooden slip, her eyes widening in surprise, and she excitedly snatched the slip away.

"Pickup!"

Before it could be opened, the wooden slip was grabbed and hugged by the man with the middle parting.

The man with the middle parting glared fiercely at the other person.

What are you trying to do? This is an antique! It's Natsume's property, the source of his freeloading!

Startled for a moment, Sakura realized her rudeness.

"No, I'm sorry, Mr. Natsume."

Sakura apologetically handed the wooden slip back to Natsume and hurriedly left the stage.

Natsume held up the 9-point sign.

"Miss Sakura's final score is 9.68 points. It seems that the championship is definitely hers this time!"

Narusuke announced loudly.

"Next up, please welcome Trainer Meowth and his Pokémon James and Jessie!"

As Narusuke spoke, he glanced down at the manuscript to make sure he hadn't misread it.

Did the person who printed it make a mistake?
This idea popped into almost everyone's mind.

But when Kojiro and Meowth appeared, it seemed to make sense again.

The stage spotlight shone down with a "snap," and a cat stood prominently in the circle of light.

It stood upright on its hind legs like a human, its claws gripping the microphone tightly.

Her frizzy hair on top was dyed fluorescent green, her face was covered in overly white foundation, and her eyeliner was slicked back to her ears.

As soon as the music started, it suddenly started shaking its head at the microphone: "You can't imitate meow's flow!"

The audience erupted in cheers—this cat can rhyme!

Its paws tapped out a rhythm, its tail swayed to the beat, and its dreadlocks swayed wildly under the light.

At the climax of the song, it squinted its smoky-eyed eyes and scanned the entire audience, a smug expression emanating from its heavy makeup.

The fluorescent lipstick spread out as the lips parted, and a scream ripped the roof off.

No one could tell whether they were screaming at the makeup or at the human soul flickering in those eyes.

"One hundred points!"

Natsume raised the sign without hesitation.

Several judges around them exchanged glances and then raised their placards.

"Meow Meow's final score is 9.91 points!"

A talking cat might have the most impact.

For someone meeting a cat who can rap, it's like a shockwave.

(End of this chapter)