Pokémon: Who let him leave Pallet Town?

Chapter 408 Preliminary Rounds of the Tournament
However, no history books record anything about this so-called weapon of war.

Natsume initially thought that the Pokémon world he had traveled to was different, but that wasn't the case.

It now appears that the ancient Carlos region truly possessed an ultimate weapon, and that it was indeed activated.

Natsume stared at the Gardevoir Mega Stone in N's hand, slightly lost in thought.

Although it was activated, no matching Pokémon Mega Stones were found.

This shows that very few Pokémon died back then.

Natsume can work backwards—in his world, this so-called ultimate weapon was only activated briefly on the battlefield before being stopped.

"What's wrong?"

N has difficulty breathing.

He was also a superpowered individual, and Natsume didn't hide it; he could clearly sense Natsume's emotional changes.

What I have seems to be, just as the other party said, not "all-natural".

Emotions don't lie; this is an experience I've gained over many years of dealing with Pokémon and other people.

"Nothing, I'm just thinking about what to have for dinner."

As Natsume spoke, Loletton behind N was deactivated.

This N is unlikely to be the N that was replaced by a parallel world. Several parallel Sakakis have already come, so it's impossible that they don't know the basic situation of the world he's in.

The construction of the super-evolutionary battle system in this world is very different from that in the normal world.

It's unlikely that someone would do something as foolish as revealing Gardevoir's Mega Stone.

"Take it. Technological development drives productivity, which is definitely beneficial for future social construction and the maintenance of peace."

"You don't even have this much awareness. Even if you meet the person at the top of the mountain, he won't acknowledge you."

Natsume asserted this and then dumped all the dozens of bottles of gene-suppressing drugs on N.

"Technological productivity, peace"

N stared blankly at the medicine in his arms.

Dinner time was approaching, and Jiaozi received two missed calls. Natsume said impatiently:
"Why do you think Pokémon are oppressed? Because humans have needs?"

"If you simply convey ideas and establish lofty ideals, will human needs disappear objectively?"

"No, it won't." Natsume shook his head.

N's gaze dimmed.

He couldn't refute Natsume's words.

"But if technology advances, things will be different; it can compensate for some of the functions of Pokémon."

As Natsume spoke, he took out a bottle of water:
"I want to drink ice water, what would a typical trainer do?"

"Hand over the Ice-type Pokémon," N said, stunned.

Natsume nodded and continued:
"However, if you have some knowledge of the physicochemical properties of the Blizzard King Gene Suppression Agent."

As he spoke, Natsume pulled a bottle of Blizzard King Gene Suppression Reagent from N's pocket and said:
"If you shake it violently, the temperature of this reagent bottle will drop rapidly."

As he spoke, Natsume shook the glass bottle vigorously for a moment, then pinched it in his hand and dropped it into the mineral water bottle.

In an instant, ice crystals spread, and the mineral water began to slowly freeze.

Take out the gene-suppressing drug, take a sip, and feel refreshed.

N's eyes widened, and the light in them grew even brighter.

Natsume is right. They don't necessarily need to seek help from powerful forces to realize their ideal of liberating Pokémon.

"Young man, go do scientific research."

Natsume placed his hand on N's shoulder.

"Go and lead a team to do scientific research."

Natsume solemnly placed the gene-suppressing drug back into the small box in N's arms, and said:

"How about we start by helping a future Pokémon professor collect over a hundred data points?"

"Let me try."

N nodded blankly, then left carrying several large boxes.

Natsume watched the other person go until N's figure disappeared at the entrance to the rooftop.

The relationship between N and Ghetch and Team Plasma is like that between the Papacy and the monarchy.

N is a spiritual leader, a banner.

Quixes was the de facto ruler.

N initially had no doubts about Quixes's words because the solution presented was incredibly idealistic, grandiose, and unrealistic.

Before any gathering of the Black and White Dragons' power, all failures could be attributed to the Black and White Dragons' refusal to show themselves.

N can still be used.

When the time comes for Ghitchus to gather the Black and White Dragons, he will no longer need N.

But now, he has shown N another path.

Given the other person's personality, they will definitely give it a try.

Trying will require the use of the Plasma Team's power.

Although the seven sages at the top are all Quetzs's men.

But the plasma team at the bottom level was brought together by the cohesive power of N, an absolute idealist.

With the team's resources being used to focus on things other than the Black and White Dragons, Ghetsis is bound to take action.
If N had awakened earlier, he probably wouldn't have been alone like in the original story; he would have greatly delayed Quixes's speed in controlling the black and white dragons.

The next day.

A Dragonite carrying two baskets of flower petal cakes flew towards the summit of Mount Shirogane, its fragrance filling the air.

"Lord Quixes has gone up again!"

A sage gritted his teeth.

"I know"

Quixote's face turned ashen.

He gripped his phone, veins bulging.

"Pikapi!"

The man with the middle parting slowly walked towards Officer Jenny, took out a platinum blonde hair, and handed it to her.

Officer Jenny, having inspected the air raid, turned back and waved to Quixote and the others.

"That damn Pikachu!"

A murderous glint flashed in Quixote's eyes, and the sages beside him looked even more menacing.

"Pickup?"

From afar, the man with the middle parting tilted his head and looked at them.

Although I don't know what these people said.

But judging from his excited expression, he must have been grateful for the words.

"Calm down."

A fleeting emotion crossed Quixote's eyes. He shook his robes and stared menacingly into the distance.

What about N?

Quixes suddenly asked a question.

"I don't know. Mr. N didn't come back until last night."

Snow mountain top.

In the wind and snow, Natsume wrapped his arms around the neck of the Great Dragonite, his gaze fixed on a small yellow dot moving rapidly in the white snow.

A middle parting. This morning, I repeatedly declined his request to send it along with the other items.

But now, the other party is braving the wind and snow, running up alone.

Breathing out white breath, the snowflakes I touched instantly turned into icy beads, and the cave on the mountaintop appeared and disappeared.

"Alright, Dragonite, stop now."

As usual, the petal cakes carried by the Great Jaggi began to burn as soon as it stepped into the cave.

Natsume's gaze automatically locked onto the water dispenser.

Gone!

Natsume picked up the empty mineral water bottle with a delighted expression; not a drop of the purple liquid remained inside.

Looking around, there were no traces of water.

This means that the other party actually drank it.

"Senior, I have some water here to quench your thirst."

As Natsume spoke, he took out another bottle of the "Raging Little Sweet Water" that he had prepared beforehand and placed it in the usual water dispenser spot.

Having said that, he didn't say anything more, and turned to leave with Dragonite.

"Pickup!"

On the way, Natsume, who was going down the mountain, met the man with the middle parting who was going up the mountain.

"Pikachu."

The man with the middle parting scratched his head awkwardly.

A small bottle of purple sweet water was stuffed into the arms of the man with the middle parting, who was taken aback.

"Whatever you're going to do, make the most of it, okay?"

"Pikachu!" The man with the middle parting nodded emphatically.

Natsume put his hands in his pockets, grabbed his Great Dragonite, and disappeared.

Although I don't know what the guy with the middle part is up to, he must be connected to that divine beast to get here.

Back at the Pokémon Center, Natsume bumped into Ash and Gary, who were traveling together.

"Are these matching outfits?" Natsume pointed at the two of them, took a picture, and planned to send it to Aunt Hanako.

"Huh? These are the outfits for the preliminary rounds of the competition."

"Yes, they're all the same. The important thing is the number on the clothes!"

As Xiao Mao spoke, he tugged at his clothes, revealing a large number 10 written on his chest.

On the other side, Ash's clothes had the number 13 written on them.

Natsume remained silent, only taking photos and forwarding them.

Helpless, Ash and Gary worked together to push him to Nurse Joy at the Pokémon Center.

With the tournament approaching, most of the participating trainers have arrived.

At this moment, a long line formed at Joey's front desk.

"Natsume-nii, you need to go here to pick up your clothes for the preliminary rounds," Ash said, pointing to Nurse Joy.

"Yes, then find your opponent based on the number on your clothes. For example, number 0's opponent is 1, number 2's opponent is 3, and so on."

As Xiao Mao spoke, he pointed to the notice on the side.

A quick glance confirmed that the announcement did indeed say that.

Natsume's eye twitched slightly:

"Are the competitions here so casual?"

According to the announcement, this selection method will directly select the top 64, and the subsequent battles will be moved to the huge battle arena.

That's when the audience can enter.

Natsume received the clothes, which had a large number printed on them—266.
"Mr. Natsume, you've got a bye."

Joey typed Natsume's corresponding number into the computer, only to discover that there were only 266 participants in total.

Upon hearing this, everyone around cast envious, jealous, and resentful glances.

A bye means we can directly enter the round of 64, without wasting these few days at all.

Natsume looked at the clothes in his hands strangely, then looked up at Joey and said:
"Hmm, but not all the contestants have arrived yet, how do you know I got a bye?"

“You’re on a day off, Mr. Natsume,” Joey replied with a professional smile.

Natsume frowned.

Finally, he took the clothes and followed Ash and the others to the preliminary rounds' battlefield.

"Natsume-nii, you're so lucky!" Ash said enviously.

“Yes.” Natsume said, somewhat puzzled.

He seems to have been incredibly lucky these past few days.

By a twist of fate, Ash registered him as a rider, which led him to discover a loophole to the top of Mt. Silver and to glean some of the preferences of that legendary Pokémon.

Then three more firebirds brought feathers.

Following closely behind was Quixote, the money-giving boy.

It's still unknown whether anything good will happen to the person with the middle parting.
Finally, there's the current bye.

Natsume felt as if he had been set up, and there was a sense of unreality to it.

"Natsume-nii, your left eyelid has been twitching the whole time," Shigeru suddenly said.

"A twitching left eyelid means good fortune." Natsume said without turning his head.

"Now it's the right eyelid," Xiaozhi exclaimed in surprise.

A twitching right eyelid means good fortune.

Natsume continued walking, leading the two behind him straight into the preliminary round venue.

This stadium, located deep in the forest, is surrounded by ancient trees, with massive tree stumps serving as natural grandstands.

However, there wasn't a single spectator in these stands; they were all Joey and Officer Jenny.

Natsume glanced at them and found that there were about a hundred Officer Joeys.

It's almost as many as the number of participants.
Puzzled, Natsume focused his gaze directly ahead.

On the open, muddy ground, several makeshift battlefields marked with lime lines were in the midst of fierce fighting.

The referees, wearing striking red vests, moved around the field, their whistles sharp, recording and making decisions.

The air was filled with the smell of earth, the burnt smell of lingering craftsmanship, and the clamor of the crowd.

"Boom!"

"Avoid it!"

The sounds of the battle mingled with the gasps of the audience.

On the field ahead, flames and flying leaves intertwined, and the Pokémon clashed fiercely.

The two people behind Natsume were shocked by the exciting scene. They stared wide-eyed and looked around, their steps faltering, and they almost bumped into Natsume, who had suddenly stopped.

"I...I originally thought this would be very unprofessional," Xiao Zhi muttered to himself, stunned.

"But now it seems like a huge operation, just like a battlefield!"

Xiao Mao's eyes lit up; this feeling was unique.

The competition format at Baiyinshan lacked a bit of formality, but it had a lot more of a down-to-earth feel.

Natsume was stunned.

In places where rules are strictly observed everywhere, they show absolutely no regard for major competitions.

(End of this chapter)