Pokémon: Who let him leave Pallet Town?

Chapter 412 Learning Device - Leek Version

"Mr. Natsume~"

As soon as I stepped into the room, Jiao Zi appeared and sidled up to me.

She was holding a small helmet in her hand.

"I bought this on the rooftop today!"

Jiaozi held his head high and handed the helmet to Natsume as if presenting a treasure.

"That's the one, meow!"

"Those guys selling this stuff have taken over the cat's stall!"

Meow suddenly raised her voice.

"What is this?" Natsume looked at the helmet in his hand with a puzzled expression.

The helmet has a very solid appearance, made of steel, and is a single, seamless piece.

But when Natsume's telekinesis probed inside, he found only a simple battery and circuit board connected to the LED lights outside.

"This is called a learning device. The seller said that if you put this on a Pokémon, it will gain battle experience."

Jiaozi blinked her eyes and looked at Natsume with bright eyes.

"Learning device?"

Natsume frowned.

There's this item in the game that allows Pokémon that aren't currently in the party to gain battle experience.

Natsume also looked up relevant papers, wondering if there were anything similar in the real world.

He actually found it; a research institute under the Devon Corporation had published related content.

Basically, it allows non-battle Pokémon to receive the brainwaves of battle Pokémon.

It creates a dreamlike atmosphere, making non-battle Pokémon feel as if they have experienced a battle, thus gaining battle experience.

However, this method is very immature, and the combat experience gained is negligible.

It will probably take Devon to develop this thing in less than a decade.

How could that be possible now?

Moreover, the structure here is so simple that even a large Dragonite can be handcrafted by following the steps.
“Mr. Natsume, didn’t you keep saying that the level difference is huge? I… I bought six.”

Jiaozi blushed and pointed to the cardboard box behind him.

The prodigy was deceived.

Natsume stared at her, then sighed and patted her head.

"This is fake, meow! How could such a thing exist, meow!"

Meow Meow was furious and twisted wildly in Natsume's hands.

"Fake?" Jiaozi tilted her head, looking at Natsume with suspicion.

"This technology is still very immature; even the most advanced research institutes are still in the trial phase."

The meaning of Natsume is self-evident.

The proud young man visibly became disappointed.

"Okay, I will."

Before she could finish speaking, Natsume took her hand.

"Take the helmet and show me around."

Natsume narrowed his eyes slightly.

He wanted to see who would try to take advantage of his assistant.

“I’m fine.” Jiaozi looked at Natsume with a flushed face and rapid breathing.

Soon, Natsume, carrying Meow Meow, followed behind Jiaozi to the rooftop.

"That's it."

The rooftop was packed with people, and there were queues everywhere.

Following the directions of the proud child, Natsume walked through the crowd and saw the front.

What came into view was Musashi and Kojiro arguing with someone.

"You bastards, this is our stall!"

Kojiro, his neck stiff, roared at the person in front of him.

At his feet lay a pile of bottle caps and badges, seemingly knocked over.

The stall that originally belonged to the trio was also taken over and filled with helmets.

The people selling helmets and taking over the trio's stall were none other than Quixes and the sages who followed him.

"Kojiro, why are you wasting your breath talking to him? I can't stand this!"

Musashi was about to make a move, but the sage in front of him sneered and mocked:
"You can do it here and talk to Officer Jenny!"

Mentioning Officer Jenny, Natsume looked down strangely at Meow Meow:
"By the way, why don't you ask Officer Jenny for help? As long as the stall was legally registered, it's fine."

Immediately, Meow Meow's face turned red, and she stammered:
"Where, where are the bad guys asking Officer Jenny for help, meow!"

Natsume remained silent, but then a meowing sound rang out:

"Oh, right, meow, those guys have taken over your stall too."

Following the direction Meow Meow pointed, Natsume realized that his once empty stall was now filled with helmets, and a large crowd had gathered in front of it.

"Those bastards, meow! All the customers were brought in by me and Kojiro working hard handing out flyers at the cable car station!"

Natsume frowned slightly and walked towards his stall.

"Natsume!"

Musashi and Kojiro, who were arguing, seemed to see a savior and immediately stood behind Natsume.

"Hmph, so this is what you moved here."

The sage in front sneered, but his expression changed slightly after he saw who it was.

"Hey buddy, do you even know whose stall this is?"

Natsume walked up to the stall and tapped on the table.

People around who were buying helmets stopped in their tracks.

Behind the small mountain of helmets, a sage peeked out. Upon recognizing Natsume, his gaze subtly drifted into the shadows.

Following the other person's gaze, Quixes' figure slowly appeared.

"Is this your stall?"

Quixote leaned on his scepter, looking at Natsume with a blank expression.

"Yes, this isn't just his stall!"

"That's still our stall!"

Musashi and Kojiro shouted in unison.

Seeing the small-scale commotion that had begun among the surrounding crowd, Quixes's brow twitched slightly.

"As you can see, our products are very popular, and most people come specifically for us."

"You don't have anything to sell, or you can't sell anything, so why don't you give us your stall and I'll pay you some rent?"

Quixote's smile was forced and insincere.

He didn't want to get entangled with Natsume and the others.

If he hadn't been swindled out of a large sum of money by Natsume, he would have left and gone into hiding long ago.

If you hand over that dragon scale and something goes wrong, the investigation will definitely trace it back to him.

How much is the rent?

Natsume looked at the other person with great interest.

"How about 100,000 a day?" Quixes suggested.

"Impossible, meow! Our daily revenue is much higher than that!"

Meow meows out its claws.

Natsume didn't say anything, but simply picked up a helmet, the price of which was 100,000 yen.

Tsk tsk tsk, this money is really easy to make. "How can you prove that this stuff really has the effects you claim?"

Natsume flipped the helmet in his hand over with a playful expression.

"You don't need to worry about that; it has naturally been verified first."

As Quixes spoke, he pulled a learning device from the shadows behind him.

As soon as he finished speaking, the people queuing behind him also burst into discontent:

"Yes, it's very effective; we've seen it with our own eyes!"

"Don't block my way if you're not buying! I might be just a little bit away from winning the championship."

Natsume didn't reply, but just stared intently at the helmet in Quixote's hand.

The inside of this helmet is much more elaborate.

It seems like it might actually work a little?
No wonder these people were scammed.

Before Natsume could speak, Quirks' voice rang out:

"How are the conditions I proposed?"

"The learning device can reduce battles and allow Pokémon to grow."

"This greatly reduces the workload for Pokémon; it's a liberation for them!"

"We should grant them this kind of liberation!"

Quixote's voice was so persuasive that everyone around him nodded involuntarily.

Seeing that the emotions were right, Gwyneth's lips parted in a grin beneath his mask, and he turned his attention to Natsume:

"So, Mr. Natsume, are you willing to promote this kind of liberation?"

"And the price is just renting out a small stall that doesn't have much value to begin with?"

Natsume did not answer; he stared indifferently at Quixes.

The people in line around him were getting impatient and started criticizing Natsume.

"Get out of the way! We need to buy helmets!"

"Isn't this a win-win situation?"

"Yeah, why are you being so stubborn? We don't even sell anything in the first place."

"Damn it, meow, that guy!"

Meow Meow angrily sharpened its claws, then turned its head and saw a nostalgic look on Natsume's face.

"You're not a pervert, are you, meow?"

The cat unconsciously moved away from Natsume.

"It's nothing." Natsume shook his head slightly.

He was simply thinking about the large group of people who suddenly appeared when he first became a researcher.

They called themselves the Pokémon Protection Association and went to Professor Oak's lab to protest Pokémon experiments.

Those people are organized and can confuse illegal experiments with legitimate ones, incite emotions, and thus oppress those being protested against.

His methods were exactly the same as Quixote's.

That so-called Pokémon Protection Association is probably something Team Plasma has been secretly supporting in various regions.

Unfortunately, Natsume no longer has the strength of a hundred female monsters in heat, so he can't drive them away like he used to.

Natsume smiled faintly, and with a slight movement of his telekinesis, he threw the large pile of helmets and the sage sitting on his stall out of the way.

"what are you doing!"

Quixes' voice was filled with terror, but a smile appeared in his eyes.

It's good to get your hands dirty; that's exactly what I want you to do.

Unexpectedly, Natsume's next sentence completely sealed the deal.

"Don't be so nervous, I also have things to sell." Natsume clapped his hands.

Quixote narrowed his eyes and silently watched Natsume.

"What are you going to sell, meow?" Meow looked up, staring at Natsume curiously.

"Not ready yet."

As Natsume spoke, he picked up the cat and placed it on the stall.

"Keep an eye on things for me, I'll be right back."

Amidst skeptical gazes, Natsume stepped off the rooftop.

"Pickup!"

In Natsume's room, the man with the middle parting touched the floor of the magnificent bed and rolled around on the soft downy feathers of the Zapdos.

Seeing that all his Pokémon had returned, Natsume felt a little better.

The situation in the room was a bit strange; his Pokémon were subtly surrounding the person with the center-parted hairstyle.

"how are you today?"

Natsume was the first to inquire about the day's situation.

"Pikapi!"

The man with the middle parting nodded lazily.

"That senior didn't say anything about you bringing in more Pokémon, did he?"

As Natsume spoke, he casually removed the camera from the neck of his middle-parted hair.

"Pica~"

"You mean that senior asked you to bring more people next time?"

Natsume was stunned.

Isn't there a threshold? Why?
Not knowing whether it was the truth or sarcasm, Natsume decided to watch the video first.

After reading it, Natsume was surprised and picked up the woman with the middle parting.

"What are you doing?"

The video shows that there are as many as a hundred Pokémon attacking each other!
But without exception, they were all defeated by his well-coordinated Pokémon.

A Dragonite capable of taking on ten opponents single-handedly, a Diglett responsible for harassment, Loredon for air control, and Zapdos for surprise attacks.

And the floating core area, where the Dream Ball Rotom is responsible for treatment and control.

With his hair parted in the middle, he lay asleep on Rotom's head.

Natsume did not blame the other party, because he could see that the middle-parted hair was the commander in this excellent small-scale combat.

"That's pretty good, it can even help you guys stick together a bit more."

Natsume was pleasantly surprised.

"How many Pokémon did the senior say you were allowed to bring in?"

"Pikapi!"

"Bring as many as you want, the more the better?"

Natsume noticed that there were four more Pokémon today, bringing the total number of the illusions he wanted to over a hundred.

Moreover, these illusions also coordinate with each other in a square formation.

“That ancient relic must have been created during the war years,” Mewtwo’s voice suddenly rang out.

"His divine authority was very likely earned in battle while he was liberating the world with the Alliance army."

"is it?"

Natsume had the same idea.

It seems very likely that the Pokémon that the guy with the middle parting brought today gave that senior a good beating.

After all, these illusions also appear to be manipulated by the other party.

"Bring as many as you want, and you can see your level increase the very next day."

Natsume stood up thoughtfully, picked up his middle-parted hair, and walked straight towards the rooftop.

(End of this chapter)