Pokémon: Who let him leave Pallet Town?

In Chapter 323, the dream duel with parted hair.
"Pikapi"

The man with the middle parting awkwardly got up, looked around as if nothing had happened, and jumped up, trying to get back into Natsume's Poké Ball.

"Pickup!"

The moment it jumped, it was grabbed by the back of its neck.

"Tell me, have you acquired any new dream abilities?"

Natsume looked at it suspiciously.

Having eaten several fragments of divine authority, even a pig would fly.

"Pi Xi Xi"

Knowing it was inevitable, he awkwardly rubbed his hands with a middle-parted hairstyle.

As it was being rubbed, it closed its eyes.

The next second, the small blanket that had disappeared reappeared in its hand.

Natsume's pupils contracted slightly.

"A small space?"

Natsume blurted it out, but his face was quickly filled with suspicion.

No, that doesn't seem to have anything to do with dreams.

As expected, the man with the middle parting shook his head.

"Pika pika."

It closed its eyes again, and the small blanket in its hands disappeared.

Natsume was stunned.

In his perception, the moment the man with the middle part took something in and the moment he took something out, he fell into a deep sleep.

"Pika Pika Pika" means to sleep, and you can put things there.

The man with the middle parting struggled to explain to Natsume using his limited linguistic logic.

"Alright, enter the dream world, I'll go take a look."

Natsume pressed down on the middle-parted head.

In the blink of an eye, it arrived in the dream world of the man with the middle parting.

It's still a vast grassland here, with a gentle breeze blowing, it's incredibly comfortable.

The boy with the middle parting lay on the grass, covered with his ever-present little blanket, fast asleep.

"To keep sleeping in your dreams, only you could do that."

Natsume pulled the small blanket off the person with the middle parting, and the other person's spirit opened its eyes groggily.

After glancing at the small blanket, Natsume raised his eyebrows slightly.

This isn't condensed white mist; it's a real quilt.

"That's amazing! How can you pull things from reality into your dreams?"

Natsume muttered to himself, looking down at the man with the middle parting.

Have you ever tried to bring something from your dream into reality?

Natsume's interest was piqued, and he stared intently at the other person.

Although the underlying principle is unknown, since it is possible to bring real-world objects into dreams, it is also possible to materialize things in dreams into reality.

That should be possible, right?

"Pickup?"

The man with the middle parting paused, momentarily stunned.

It had never actually tried the trainer's idea.

A milky white mist surged out, much more than Natsume had seen before, almost 1.5 times more.

When they coalesced, they became three simple, small round shields.

"Didn't you study modern weapons for so long?" Natsume looked at it speechlessly.

"Pikachu."

After thinking for a moment, the man with the middle parting thought for a moment, and the small round shield combined to become a huge, modern riot shield.

Natsume: "."

Why such a strong obsession with shields?

"Alright, whatever it is, try to see if you can 'bring' this shield into reality?"

Natsume cast an encouraging glance my way.

"Pikachu."

The man with the middle parting reluctantly began to try it out.

It had a premonition that its training would likely be intensified again.

"Don't be lazy, I can sense your emotions."

Natsume's voice suddenly rang out, startling the man with the middle parting, who then began to concentrate fully.

As the man with the center-parted hair focused intently, something resembling a vortex began to appear in the dream world.

"Whoosh!"

The small blanket was suddenly sucked away by the whirlpool and taken to reality.

The heavy riot shield remained completely still.

Natsume frowned and pushed the riot shield toward the vortex. Unexpectedly, it was as if there was nothing in front of him; the shield passed straight through the vortex and remained in the dream world, without any reaction.

"Can't I?" Natsume frowned.

"Pikachu!" Yes, we failed!
The man with the middle parting subconsciously planned to take a nap to celebrate, but then he found Natsume staring straight at him.

"Hey, Pikachu."

The man with the middle parting looked dejected and patted the other person's knee.

I'm so disappointed, I'm really disappointed.

"Perhaps your priesthood is incomplete."

Natsume touched his head with the middle parting.

The latter stiffened and nodded sharply.

Yes, it also feels that its divine duties are incomplete, otherwise it could definitely amass a lot of money and then bring the training furniture to life in reality.

"Pikachu, Pikachu!"

The man with the middle parting patted his chest, indicating that all future fragments of divine authority would be fed to him.

"It's not over yet. You think this is the end?"

Natsume's voice rang out softly, and the excited man with the middle parting froze on the spot.

"What have you taken from the outside world during this period?"

Natsume stared intently at the other person.

"Pica-"

The man with the middle parting lowered his head and started counting on his fingers.

My little blanket that I can't live without when I sleep, and my little mobile phone that I carry with me every day.
Extremely unpalatable, canned food that was sent for disposal.
A homemade hunting trap, on Zapdos Island, a berry given to a Primalmon.
"Hmm? You already had this ability back then?"

Natsume's face suddenly drew closer.

Kid, you've been keeping it well hidden.

"Pikapi"

He covered his head with his hands, his hair parted in the middle.

But the iron fist of love did not fall, Natsume continued:
"You can bring berries in from the outside, meaning anything with a living structure can be brought in. Have you tried bringing in other Pokémon?"

Natsume seemed to be deep in thought.

Suddenly, the ears of the man with the middle parting stood up.

It hasn't tried it, but it doesn't want to.

"Pika Pika Pika?" What if the Pokémon I brought in attacks me?
This is an absolutely private space where no one will disturb you, a sanctuary for sleeping. The person with the middle parting doesn't want to be bothered.

"It's alright, we can use it during battle."

Natsume touched the head with the middle parting, while the latter plopped down on the ground.

It knows.

As soon as he opened his eyes after exiting the dream space where the man with the middle parting had been, a red lightning bolt struck him, and a fist as fast as a bullet emitted thick black smoke.

"Ok?"

Looking at the giant mantis that was throwing bullet punches at him, Natsume raised his middle-parted hair.

"Perfect, let's drag him in and have a one-on-one fight."

"Pickup!"

The moment the man with the middle parting opened his eyes, he revealed a fist the size of a clay pot.

It suddenly closed its eyes and fell into a deep sleep. A vortex appeared, and the scythe was powerless to resist and was instantly sucked away.

It really works!

Natsume stood there, not waiting for him to check the situation in the dream world, when Satoshi and Yukinari shouted anxiously.

"Natsume-san, are you okay?"

Ash was holding onto a vine, with Hundred Eyes between his legs, Yuki on one hand, and Pikachu on his head, as he swung towards him.

"Why didn't you solve it?"

Natsume picked up the sleeping man with the middle parting and looked at them strangely.

"That mantis seemed to be wild, but for some reason, it obeyed the poacher."

"Yes, it's in a lot of pain. We want to save it, but we can't. It's been dragging on like this ever since."

Xiaozhi and Xuecheng started telling their story, each contributing their own words.

"Wait a moment, wait a moment."

Natsume suppressed their voices.

"Tell me first, how did you find out about this? Did Scizor tell you personally?"

Natsume looked at the two of them strangely.

"It's him."

Xiaozhi and Xuecheng both pointed at Baiyoumu.

When the latter saw Natsume looking at him, he subconsciously shrank his neck.

"I can understand what Pokémon are saying and sense some of their emotions."

Hyakuya avoided Natsume's gaze and spoke haltingly.

(End of this chapter)