Pokémon: Who let him leave Pallet Town?

Chapter 405 One Hundred Golden Feathers, Metamorphosis

"I got it! I got it!"

A reporter excitedly raised his camera.

However, the next second, a large hand snatched the camera away.

"Sir, these cannot be photographed!"

It was a young man wearing mountaineering clothes and with short chestnut hair, followed by a limping Super Blaziken covered in fallen leaves and mud.

The reporter was about to retort when he saw Du riding a Dragonite descend from the sky.

"Ouch!!!"

Dragonite let out a long howl, stunning all the reporters.

"Everyone, stay still! Destroy all the footage that was just taken. This gentleman will be in charge of inspecting it!"

As Watari spoke, he pointed at Natsume.

"I?"

“You have telekinesis, which makes things more convenient,” Watari whispered.

Helpless, Natsume called for the reporters to gather.

The reporters who originally intended to take pictures of the Moltres in his hand were all pushed back by Wataru and the chestnut-colored man next to him.

The reporters were puzzled, as filming had been permitted in previous years.
Some people guessed that it might be because of the attack that instantly defeated the three firebirds.

Fire-type moves can defeat three very powerful Moltres in one go!

No matter how you look at it, selling it as a headline story would be full of suspense.

"What are you doing!"

Natsume suddenly grabbed a reporter's hand. The reporter was wearing a hood and had his head down, secretly preparing to replace the memory.

The reporter looked up blankly and met Natsume's gaze.

"It's deleted, let's go."

Natsume recognized the reporter as the man in black robes who had been with Quixote not long ago.

The man recognized Natsume, and his face instantly turned to anger.

He glanced at Watari and the chestnut-haired man to the side, gritted his teeth, and still chose to leave.

After the entire inspection, Watari led the chestnut-haired man forward and said with a smile:
"Let me introduce you. This is Ye Yue, one of the representatives from the Chengdu region."

"Mr. Natsume, I've long admired your name!"

As soon as Ye Yue reached out, a business card appeared in his hand.

Natsume seemed a little anxious. He picked up Zapdos, glanced at the Blaziken behind the other person, and said:

"Ye Yue, you're not from Chengdu, are you?"

"Yes, I come from Littlewhite Town in Hoenn."

The chestnut-colored young man put away the business card, a gentle smile appearing on his face.

Upon hearing this, Natsume stopped in his tracks, turned around, and looked at Watari with a strange expression.
"Now that you know about the three representatives from our Kanto region, shouldn't the representatives from your Chengdu region also say something?"

Surely there must be at least one person from Chengdu here?
“There’s another one, from the Unova region. I heard he arrived a while ago, but I just got here and haven’t met him yet,” Watari said, shaking his head.

Natsume's lips twitched slightly, and he turned around and walked into the forest behind him without hesitation.

The Chengdu representative doesn't include any Chengdu natives.
"What are you going to do?"

Watanabe instinctively moved closer, afraid that Natsume was about to cause trouble again.

This place is not like Dragon Valley; it's a place where Natsume has truly offended someone he can't protect.

"Moblins are, after all, a group of Pokémon protected by the League, so naturally we should take good care of them."

As Natsume spoke, he sped up and disappeared in a flash.

In the forest, beside a lake.

"Wake up, wake up?"

Natsume poked at the fallen firebird with a stick.

The once damp soil around them was now completely dry, covered in scorched marks and scorching heat, but the feathers on this firebird were devoid of firelight.

"Cannes!"

Zapdos approached, examined it for a moment, then looked up and shook its head at Natsume.

"died!?"

Natsume was shocked. The unknown divine beast that was perched on the top of the Silver Mountain had actually done something so ruthless.
What shocked Natsume even more was that the power of that line of fire was enough to directly kill Moltres, a fire-type creature of such a high level.

"Stab~"

A red light flashed around Natsume's waist, and a figure with a middle parting appeared.

Holding a pair of pliers, it plucked a golden feather from the firebird's neck without hesitation.

Natsume was slightly taken aback. This golden feather was also on Zapdos. It was the feather that the divine Moltres had scattered to various parts of the world before it died, and it contained the power of the arena.

I've collected quite a few of the three Moltres I encountered today.

"Cannes!"

Zapdos, still bearing its eggshell, angrily smashed open the middle-parted head.

"Pickup?"

The man with the middle parting stood up in confusion and discovered that the golden feather was being carried by Zapdos, who was trying to put it back on Moltres.

"Pikachu Pikachu Pikachu?"

The man with the middle parting pointed at Zapdos and looked blankly at Natsume.

"Hmm, Zapdos isn't mentally challenged."

After thinking for a long time, Natsume touched his middle-parted head and said:

"It doesn't want to take advantage of others' misfortune; it wants to defeat these firebirds fairly and squarely and win the feathers."

Upon hearing this, the man with the middle parting rolled his eyes.

Good intentions are wasted; this stubborn donkey is actually quite nice and I wanted to help it.

With a slap of the red and white balls, the figure with the middle parting disappeared.

On the other side, the feathers in Zapdos's beak seemed to be attracted by the flames on its body, and gradually regained their luster.

"Did you try to incorporate your own flames into it?"

Natsume suddenly said.

Zapdos did as instructed, guiding the flame from inside the eggshell into the golden feather.

The firelight surged in, causing the feathers to fully recover their vitality, and a dazzling golden light shimmered in the space.

Swaying, the feather drifted towards Zapdos on its own.

"Cannes!"

As if insulted, Zapdos snatched the feather and plunged it back into Moltres.

The lifeless firebird stirred.

Although it was very slight, Natsume still managed to detect it.

"Wait a minute, it seems there's hope. Try plucking out all the golden feathers and infusing them with your own flames."

"Natsume encouraged. Zapdos nodded and used its beak to pluck all 18 golden feathers from the Moltres's neck."

It hasn't been that long. Zapdos was the closest to that fallen Moltres, and it only got 26.

Natsume watched silently as Zapdos activated all eighteen golden feathers and reattached them to the Moltres.

Nineteen feathers circled the opponent's neck, emitting a faint glow that slowly spread outwards, illuminating the other feathers.

While the molten bird was recovering, Natsume quickly moved the other two molten birds over.

Zapdos used the same trick again, plucking the golden feathers from their bodies, activating them, and then putting them back in.

After a while, the eyes of the three firebirds twitched slightly.

The moment I opened my eyes, a fellow performance artist was standing in front of me.

The three Moltres slowly got up, looking at the Zapdos in front of them with a strange expression.

They found it strange.

The bird in front of them, with its eggshell on its head, reminded them of Moltres, Zapdos, and upon closer inspection, even showed a hint of Articuno.

However, this did not prevent them from sensing the fiery aura of the Zapdos contained within the golden feathers on their bodies.

It was this freak of a kind that saved him.

For a moment, the three firebirds all lowered their heads, feeling ashamed of their own appearance.

They knew that Zapdos also had golden feathers, but the other party did not take advantage of the bird's danger.

To Natsume's astonishment, the three firebirds shook off all their golden feathers.

All 54 feathers rushed towards Zapdos.

"This is what you are doing?"

The feathers transformed into golden fireballs, the intense heat enveloping Zapdos. After circling halfway around, they turned into streaks of fire that fell into Zapdos's eggshell.

"Kacha~"

A cracking sound came from the eggshell, and Zapdos stood frozen in place, its eyes glazed over.

"Cannes!"

The three flamingos each left a message in their own language before turning and flying away.

The gist is that they've been blacklisted and are no longer allowed to participate in any league-organized events; they're no longer eligible for clerical positions.

My only request is that when Zapdos gets stronger, I can beat up that guy on the top of Mt. Silver.

Natsume remained silent, turning his head to look wordlessly at the summit of Mt. Shirogane.

"Crash!"

A loud, shattering sound, like pebbles breaking, rang out as the eggshell binding Zapdos's body crashed to the ground.

"Cannes!"

It spread its wings, with golden flames surging above them.

Moreover, it also has golden feathers on its neck and rump, which, together with its original chest feathers, create a layer of fine feather armor with golden fire and lightning intertwined.

With a gentle flap of its wings, a strong wind arose, and Zapdos grew much taller, reaching the size of a normal Zapdos. With a flap of its wings, it eagerly soared into the sky.

Even from a distance, Natsume could sense the excitement in the other person's heart.

How long has it been? How long has it been!
Since being plagued by the middle-part hairstyle, how long has it been since I've been able to soar freely!

"Natsume, don't let it fly around, it'll be mistaken for something else!"

Suddenly, Du's voice rang out from behind him.

Upon hearing this, Natsume's expression changed.

However, before he could stop it, a gunshot rang out behind him, and a huge net hit Zapdos with perfect accuracy.

The opponent's feathers and net became entangled and tightly bound together, causing its body to plummet downwards.

Natsume turned around and saw a face with a middle part and a gun barrel emitting blue smoke.

"Hehehe."

The man with the middle parting awkwardly put away the poaching device.

Last time, it wrote a guarantee that it would not poach wild Pokémon.

But the man with the middle parting felt that Zapdos belonged to his family.
Natsume used telekinesis to catch Zapdos and silently patted its head.

That's good, so it saves us from getting shot down on the spot like those three Moltres.

"That scared me to death." Du wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Natsume casually recalled Zapdos and then turned to Wataru, asking:
Do you know where around here I can set up a stall?

"What do you want to do?" Watari instinctively became alert.

The next second, his expression relaxed again.

No, we can't make things too tense.

Every time I see Natsume, I subconsciously treat him like a wanted criminal, which is really rude.

As Watari relaxed and began to control his facial expressions, he heard Natsume's voice follow:

"I want to give away a little perk to trainers who pass by."

As he spoke, Natsume took out a bottle of reagent and a super evolution key.

Wataru stared at the gene-suppressing agent and the super-evolution key in Natsume's hand, his face filled with confusion.

"Aren't you representing the promotion of Dynamax in the Kanto region?"

Du said blankly.

"Don't ask, these are all legitimate reagents, from legitimate channels."

Natsume was straightforward.

"Alright." Although he felt strange, Wataru still took Natsume to many places and settled the location.

Pokémon Center, rooftop.

Natsume stood beside the stall, his face disheveled in the wind.

"Is this how you help your friends?!"

Natsume pointed at the stall, looking completely bewildered.

Who would come to the rooftop for no reason?
If Lance hadn't brought him here today, he wouldn't have known that the Pokémon Center existed.

"As you can see, with my connections, I had to run around to so many places to get it approved. It was a lot of trouble."

As he spoke, Du shrugged and said:
"There's nothing we can do about it; this isn't really the Alliance's territory."

He glanced subtly in the direction of the summit of Silver Mountain, then continued:
"It's already quite an achievement to allow you to set up a stall on the existing buildings in the Alliance."

Natsume was speechless.

He entrusted the task of helping him apply because, through a glimpse, he had discerned some of the unspoken rules of Silver Mountain.

For example, this place strictly adheres to the "rules".

Realizing this, Natsume abandoned his initial idea of ​​just finding a random place to set up a stall and decided to honestly apply for a permit.

It doesn't matter if the location is a bit out of the way, as long as there are people around.

But this is too much now.
(End of this chapter)