Pokémon: Who let him leave Pallet Town?

Chapter 32 Misty Forest (Seeking follow-up reading)

At the feet of the two, a man with middle-parted hair looked at Pikachu's tail with envy.

It walked over holding its little blanket and raised its tail towards Natsume.

"Pika pika pika!"

Coach, I want to learn this!

"What are you going to do?" Seeing the girl with middle-parted hair suddenly raise her butt towards him, Natsume pondered for a moment and raised his foot cautiously.

"Pica-"

The middle-parted hair flew up.

If you don't kick someone who's delivered it to your door, you'll be in vain.

The girl with middle-parted hair stood up, holding her butt, with tears in her eyes.

Oh no, what should I do if the trainer’s elbows are bent outward?
Behind him, Natsume's voice came one after another:

"To digest the specially prepared steel reagent, you must double your daily exercise, otherwise your joints will become stiff."

The middle-parted man's ears suddenly stood up.

"Could it be! Is he going to change his lazy middle-parted hairstyle?"

Xiaozhi looked at the other person with hope on his face.

"Pi——" She covered her middle-parted hair with a small blanket, expressing her refusal.

"Hey, what's the matter, Natsume-san, aren't you going to take care of him?"

Xiaozhi pointed at the middle-parted hair, seeming very puzzled.

"Why should I care?"

Natsume took the sandwich handed to him by Xiaogang and looked at Xiaozhi strangely.

"Ah, it's just that the middle part is too lazy, and the training is too lazy, etc."

Xiaozhi was a little uncomfortable with Natsume's indifferent attitude.

"Well, Natsume, aren't you going to attend the Quartz Conference too?"

On the side, Xiaoxia chewed her sandwich and echoed vaguely.

"Well, my previous philosophy of Pokémon breeding was to let nature take its course and respect the nature of Pokémon." Natsume said without turning his head.

"Before? What about now?" everyone asked curiously.

"Now I realize that if you do that, the Pokémon you breed will be lazy and greedy."

"Since you know this, why do you still indulge it?" Xiaoxia looked puzzled.

"Because I understand." Natsume took a slow bite of the sandwich in his hand and said slowly:

“Respecting nature does not mean letting go of it, but finding ways to stimulate potential.”

Suddenly, Natsume's eyes became sharp, and his previous gentle temperament changed completely.

"Do you know?" Natsume said mysteriously:

"Have you ever seen the Magikarp's dormant period before leaping through the Dragon Gate? It curls up in the deep pool for three full seasons, its scales dull as gravel."

"Natsume-san, are you saying that the middle-parted hair is going to become stronger soon?"

"No, Natsume must be saying that it has found the potential direction of the middle-parted hairstyle!"

Unlike Ash and Misty who were arguing as usual, Brock on the side seemed to benefit from it. After all, he had also spontaneously learned a lot of knowledge about Pokémon breeding.

Compared to the layman, Xiao Gang could better understand what Natsume wanted to express, and he couldn't help but ask:
"Natsume, can you tell me about the future development direction of the middle-parted hairstyle? I'm very curious."

“There’s no future in sight.”

Xiaogang: "."

"So, where are we going next?"

Suddenly, Misty and Satoshi stopped arguing and turned to look at Natsume and Brock.

"As for the next place, Deadwood City is relatively close."

Xiaogang touched his chin, thinking.

"Okay, then let's go to Deadwood City! A trip to the luxury liner St. Anne's is guaranteed to be worth the price of admission."

There was a look of longing in Xiaoxia's eyes.

"Okay, let's go!"

Xiaozhi wiped his mouth and stood up full of energy.

There was thick fog in a forest.

"Brother Natsume, where have you brought us?" In the thick fog, Xiaozhi looked around, a little confused.

"Slurp~ I don't know, but the navigation says there's a school nearby."

Next to it, there is a small vase on the white cloth dining table - afternoon tea.

Natsume sat on a chair that he had brought out from somewhere, holding a cup of coffee in his hand.

"P-Card!"

The girl with a middle-parted hair also imitated Natsume, holding a glass of juice in her hand and taking a sip.

"Pika—pull!"

Good stuff, Xuan!

"It's getting dark. Aren't you two in a hurry at all?" Xiaoxia looked at Natsume with her fists clenched.

"There's no point in getting anxious. It's better to sit down and take a good rest."

Natsume sat upright in a chair, looking relaxed and comfortable.

"Ah!!! Why are you like this? Xiaogang has been in charge of our logistics and he hasn't given up. Xiaogang, what are you doing?"

At the other end of the table, Xiaogang also held a cup of coffee, took a sip, and a look of intoxication appeared on his face:

"It's the Morning Mist coffee beans from the top of Tianguan Mountain in the Sinnoh region." Xiaogang sniffed it, and the intoxicated look on his face became even more intense:
"Slow-roasted by volcanic geothermal heat, it has a unique smoky mineral flavor. This is a rare gem that you absolutely cannot miss!"

"It sounds impressive." Xiaozhi, who was looking for the way, looked over curiously.
"Natsume-san, give Pikachu and me a drink too."

"I also want."

After listening to Xiaogang's conversation, Xiaoxia also came closer curiously.

"Children, drink less." Natsume handed each of them a glass of juice.

"Ju Piaopiao Juice, manufactured in Orange Islands." Xiaoxia's mouth twitched as she looked at the cup of juice without the price tag removed.

"Okay, now that we're done drinking, where's our dinner?"

"Pikapi——"

On the side, after drinking a glass of juice in a few gulps, Xiaozhi felt even hungrier.

"I don't know. Natsume said I could stay at the school and use the cafeteria, so I didn't do it."

Xiaogang held the coffee, his face still intoxicated.

"Where is the school then, and where is Natsume Natsume?"

Xiaoxia suddenly realized that Natsume, who was at the other end of the dining table, had disappeared, leaving only the man with middle-parted hair looking at the empty seat with a blank expression.

In the thick fog, lights appeared faintly.

If you get close enough, you can roughly see that it is a building.

On the top floor of the building, in an office with floor-to-ceiling windows, two figures were confronting each other.

"Natsume, my Pokémon mimicry system broke down a while ago. I'm sorry I can't lend it out!"

On the office chair, the old man with a white beard stood up and looked at the fair-skinned and harmless-looking man standing opposite him as if he were facing a great enemy.

[Ding! The fog mimicry practice has ended. The next practice will be snow mimicry. Please be prepared.]

The campus radio resounded throughout the world. As a gust of wind blew, the fog covering the entire forest suddenly dissipated, and a large campus area was clearly revealed to outsiders.

"Cough cough."

The old man with white beard coughed twice, and the atmosphere became a little awkward.

"Don't worry, Dean Jim. I've left the Oak Research Institute and am traveling now."

As Natsume spoke, he put a handful of coffee beans into the small iron can on the table.

Jim ignored Natsume's little trick and looked at him suspiciously:
"So? What are you doing here?"

"I am..." Natsume was interrupted by Jim before he finished speaking:

"No students, no facilities, and most importantly, no Pokémon!" After thinking about it, Jim felt that this was a bit incomplete, so he added:
"Even with the documents from Professor Oak and the Alliance, it won't work!"

"Don't be so nervous, Dean Jim." Natsume said, pulling up a chair and sitting down.

"I'm just passing by here. I have no place to sleep or eat, and my stomach is growling with hunger."

Natsume is extremely pitiful.

"Really?"

Dean Jim still remains skeptical, as if he has learned from many previous experiences.

(End of this chapter)