Pokémon: Who let him leave Pallet Town?

Chapter 421 Do you want such an era to come again?
Chaos was everywhere in sight.

Soldiers wearing different styles of armor collided violently like two turbid tides.

The sounds of roars, screams, the screeching of clashing weapons, and the muffled cracking of bones blended into a continuous, maddening roar that pounded directly on Natsume's eardrums and nerves.

He couldn't hear any specific commands or curses; all he heard was a bloodthirsty clamor.

This is not simply a human war.

A blood-soaked armored rhinoceros charged forward like a runaway chariot, its rider's lance piercing an enemy's chest and sending up a cloud of blood mist.

Not far away, several maggots roared and wrestled together, their muscles bulging, each heavy punch causing the ground to tremble slightly.

In the sky, several big-billed finches and armored birds swooped down and tore at people like deadly arrows, their metallic feathers and sharp beaks flashing coldly in the low air. Every now and then, injured individuals would fall with mournful cries, crashing into the crowds or mud below.

A pillar of fire spewed from a fiery beast, sweeping across the area and igniting the makeshift wooden roadblocks and several unfortunate figures. The stench of burning flesh instantly overshadowed the stench of blood.

Looking at those familiar figures, Natsume finally regained some of his self-awareness.

"What kind of place is this?"

The scene, resembling hell on earth, made Natsume's hands and feet turn ice cold.

"The Age of War".

A low growl sounded in my ear.

Natsume snapped out of his reverie, his brow furrowed.

Do you want such an era to come again?

The low growl continued to echo.

"No." Natsume shook his head firmly, suppressing his nausea.

"Hmph, then take your weapons."

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure appeared in Natsume's field of vision, wielding a weapon and stumbling toward him.

Natsume couldn't see the person's face clearly, but he instinctively knew that the other party belonged to the enemy.

Sonorous!

As the swords clashed, Natsume lost his balance and nearly fell to the ground.

what happened?

Although he couldn't use telekinesis here, he shouldn't have such rigid control over his body.
Half a second later, as if a robot with a delay, Natsume suddenly tilted his head, barely managing to dodge the opponent's attack.

"Bang~"

In their second encounter, Natsume belatedly realized what was happening.

This is not his body.

Dragon Scales simply brought his consciousness to this battlefield.

More accurately, this should be considered a video clip.
Although Natsume realized what was happening, it was of no use.

Like a novice experiencing Soul Travel for the first time, Natsume struggled against an ordinary soldier for a long time, but was ultimately killed with a single blow.

What the hell!

His body collapsed weakly to the ground, and in Natsume's blurred vision, the entire sky appeared.

Before dying, Natsume instinctively opened his eyes wide.

With just one glance, an immense sense of oppression arose from the depths of his heart, gripping Natsume's heart and almost suffocating him.

The sky was no longer the heavens, but was forcibly torn apart and occupied by two unimaginable forces!
Half the sky was pure, despairing blackness.

It rolled and writhed, as if it were alive, radiating a chilling malice and a destructive will.

Within the dark clouds, a massive outline, even deeper than the night, was churning, each surge bringing a biting wind and a deep, rumbling sound as if from the abyss, making your very bones tremble.

The other half of the sky, in contrast, was dominated by a dazzling gold.

The golden light is warm, yet it contains the ultimate majesty and the meaning of judgment of the blazing sun.

It was dazzling and domineering, almost burning Natsume's eyes.

Within the golden light, there were also enormous, incomprehensible divine outlines shining. Each burst of light was accompanied by a deafening roar that seemed to purify the soul, as well as a sharp explosion that tore through the air.

The light was so intense that it seemed to evaporate the earth and everything in the mortal world.

Natsume could no longer hold on, and everything went black.

When Natsume opened his eyes again, there was a cacophony of noise in his ears.

He suddenly opened his eyes, thinking he was still on the battlefield.

However, what met the eye were audience members with broad smiles on their faces.

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Natsume was stunned. He realized that many things were floating around him, caused by his overflowing telekinetic energy.

Hair clips, water cups, and even worse, some people threw their Pokémon on the platform.

There was a sign in front of Natsume.

The Mysterious Sleeping Man – Small Objects Can Levitate Automatically When Approached

The crooked handwriting vaguely resembles the handwriting of someone with a middle parting.

"Pikachu, Pikachu~"

A familiar voice rang out, and Natsume turned around to see a man with a middle parting. He had pulled out a hat from somewhere and was asking for money from the audience who were surrounding him.

Natsume: "." He looked up and saw that it was already dark.

But that didn't stop Natsume from beating up the guy with the middle parting.

"Pikachu!"

The trainer's iron fist suddenly slammed down on the top of the man with the middle parting.

"Pickup!"

With her hair parted in the middle, she covered her head, her eyes brimming with tears.

"Hey, are we not going to perform?"

The surrounding audience looked disappointed.

Natsume, holding his middle-parted hair, shook his head apologetically.

"Hey, are you coming again tomorrow?"

"Yeah, yeah, this is much more interesting than Pokémon battles."

Natsume was taken aback; he then realized that most of those gathered there were children.

Moreover, these are the kinds of kids who are brought by their parents to watch the competition, even though they themselves aren't really interested in Pokémon battles.

"Sorry, kids, if you want to see a show like this, you can come find me here. I'm the big boss, and I'll be offering this kind of service in the future."

Natsume smiled and handed out Sakaki's business cards.

"Wow, really? Maybe we'll be able to see lots of magic tricks in the future!"

"Yeah, yeah, Pokémon battles are so boring."

Natsume walked ahead.

He walked toward the arena and could faintly hear the commands coming from the trainers who were battling inside.

"Vulpecula, Sunshine Flame!"

"Gyarados, Protect, then Crunch!"

Are you bored?
Natsume chuckled and shook his head.

He looked down at his hands; they were clean, without any bloodstains.

Upon entering the arena, Venusaur's Solar Beam was precisely blocked by Gyarados's Protect, followed by a swift and coordinated counterattack with its gaping maw.

The trainers' eyes were sharp yet bright, reflecting a desire for victory rather than a life-or-death frenzy.

The audience waved flags excitedly and cheered for every brilliant maneuver.

Two images collided violently in Natsume's mind.

Ancient battlefields were naked, brutal killings carried out for survival or some grand will, where life was as worthless as grass.

But what we are seeing now is also a battle, but one fought within the rules, a contest for dreams, honor, and bonds.

Losers may feel disappointed, but they will never turn to ashes in the next second.

The victors receive applause, not march over corpses.

An unprecedented sense of cherishing surged within Natsume's heart.

This peace, this era where people can cheer with peace of mind for a wonderful battle, this order that allows trainers and Pokémon to grow together and pursue their dreams in a safe environment is so hard-won!
It wasn't something that came naturally; it was built upon countless sacrifices and acts of protection.

Just then, a subtle tremor came from the depths of his mind.

It wasn't an emotion, but a strange sense of control?
Natsume subconsciously focused his mind.

Thoughts moved slightly.

Below the stands, Venusaur's whirling sword deviated by an extremely slight deviation.

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Natsume's forehead, and a slight tingling sensation came from his temple.

But a startling light burst forth in his eyes!
His sense of control over telekinesis seems to have increased.
In that split second, a moment that even professional instruments couldn't detect, the flying leaf stopped.

It was as if, in that instant, the leaf marked by telekinesis merged with me and became a part of my body.

Natsume was slightly lost in thought.

He once asked the guardian Dragonite how to improve his sense of control, to make telekinesis one with himself, and to enter the next stage.

The answer I received was two words—talent.

Why does a large Dragonite work too?

The answer I got was still just two words—heredity.

The guardian Dragonite didn't understand the reason either; it only knew that it was born with it.

Humans and Dragonite have vastly different physical structures. Teaching a large Dragonite is fine, but for Natsume...
If Natsume also wants to reach that level, perhaps there are only two other words—mutation.

Obviously, Natsume could not have mutated into a Dragonite.

But now, after emerging from that battlefield within the dragon scales, his control over telekinesis has actually increased.

You have received the blessing of "peace".

The system's voice suddenly sounded.

(End of this chapter)