Pokémon: Who let him leave Pallet Town?

Chapter 461 Plane crashes really only happen in movies.
The cabin lights were dimmed to a level suitable for sleep, and the deep, rhythmic roar of the engine became the most effective lullaby.

In business class, the sound of even breathing blended together.

The little girl in the front row was curled up in her mother's arms, the old gentleman's newspaper had slipped onto his lap, and even the passengers in police uniforms were folded up, eyes closed, resting.
The doctor in front of me who studies ALS had his glasses slipped down to the tip of his nose, his head was tilted to one side, and he was snoring softly.

The elderly police officer sitting next to me, though still maintaining a soldier-like upright posture, had his eyelids closed heavily, and his fingers, marked by the passage of time, rested gently on the yellowed photograph on his knee.

Natsume, however, was like a taut string.

A doctor who makes a groundbreaking discovery, a veteran detective about to return home, and a captain on his last flight.
It looks like something out of a movie opening scene, on a flight that's bound to crash.

His gaze eventually returned to his side.

Caldelia remained in the same position leaning against the porthole, her wide-brimmed hat and sunglasses concealing all her expressions, with only a few strands of gold hair peeking out from under the brim, shimmering faintly in the dim light.

She was sleeping so soundly that she seemed to have lost all awareness of the outside world.

The faint, cool fragrance seemed even clearer in the enclosed, air-conditioned environment, lingering around Natsume's nose, carrying a strange sense of tranquility that seemed out of place with the tense atmosphere around him.

"Sleepiness. Are there any side effects of telekinesis training?"

Natsume thought to himself.

At this moment, the superstar is like a precious porcelain vase that has been completely unguarded.

He needs confirmation.

Natsume gently unbuckled his seatbelt and carefully stood up.

However, the moment he straightened up, Cattleya's head lost the support of the porthole and, without warning, softly tilted towards Natsume's shoulder.

Natsume's body stiffened, and almost reflexively, he stretched out his arm and quickly and steadily pressed it against her temple under the brim of her hat, avoiding direct contact with her cheek or long hair.

His movements carried a sharp, businesslike quality, as if he were righting a precious vase that was about to tip over.

"Tsk." He clicked his tongue inwardly, feeling a bit troubled.

He was going to the passageway, but the Heavenly King didn't seem to intend to wake up.

Just as Natsume was wondering whether to wake her up, Cattleya seemed to be startled by the sudden support.

Wake up, wake up!
Natsume screamed inwardly, his knuckles bulging, making it uncomfortable for the other person to rest their head on.

However, Cattleya's thick, long eyelashes trembled very slightly behind her sunglasses, yet her breathing remained even.

Instead of resisting, she seemed to have found a more comfortable place to lean on, and unconsciously adjusted her posture, so that the weight of her entire head naturally and completely pressed down on Natsume's slightly stiff arm.

A few strands of his long golden hair slipped down, gently brushing against the back of his hand, bringing a slightly ticklish coolness.

Natsume: "."

He maintained this awkward posture, his arm muscles slightly tense, as if he were holding a priceless yet extremely fragile piece of warm jade.

If only I still had telekinesis, I could easily get through it, or even sweep across the entire plane and know everything instantly.

Natsume thought to himself.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he looked down sharply at the sleeping Cattleya.

I can't use telekinesis myself right now, but I can command other people's!

He flipped his palm over, cradling Cattleya's entire face, and Natsume closed his eyes.

After a while, he opened his eyes strangely.

what happened?

Why can't he sense any psychic power within Gadalia's body? Isn't she also a psychic power practitioner?

Mewtwo can control its own telekinesis, so how could it not control Cattleya's?
Natsume glanced sideways, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

The problems this Unova Psychic King encountered while training in telekinesis may not be as simple as just excessive sleepiness.

The plan failed.

Helpless, Natsume had no choice but to hold her breath and try to pull her arm away very slowly, while carefully holding the brim of her hat with her other hand to guide her head back to the porthole.

While asleep, Cattleya seemed dissatisfied with the movement of her "pillow." Her brows furrowed almost imperceptibly behind her sunglasses, and she let out a muffled, nasal hum. Instead of moving away, she snuggled closer to his arm, seeking more stable support.

With some effort, Natsume managed to reposition her head on the cushion on the porthole without waking her, and quickly moved past her into the aisle.

Natsume walked straight toward the restroom.

He noticed that many people who went to the restroom were complaining and returning, seemingly because there weren't enough seats. This plane has eight restrooms, how could this be the case?

He deliberately slowed his pace, his gaze casually sweeping over the sleeping passengers.

Business as usual.

The lights were dim when we walked to the restroom area at the rear of the plane.

A flight attendant standing behind the service counter saw Natsume and gave him a professional smile: "Sir, do you need to use the restroom? The two ahead of you are occupied, please wait a moment."

Natsume nodded and leaned against the wall to wait.

His gaze seemed to casually sweep over the emergency exit at the tail of the plane and the tightly closed small door of the flight attendant rest area.

Just then, the doors to the three restrooms near the tail of the plane opened.

Instead of adults, three little boys who looked only seven or eight years old emerged, their faces scrunched up and clutching their stomachs. Their mother waited anxiously at the door.

"Mommy, my tummy still hurts so much," a little boy said weakly, his voice trembling with tears.

"Mom, I'll never eat your homemade breakfast again!" The other two little boys clutched their stomachs, their faces filled with regret.

"Honey, just bear with it a little longer. You probably didn't feel well from the airplane food." The young mother picked up her child with heartache, nodded apologetically to Natsume and the flight attendant, and hurriedly carried her child toward the economy class.

It turned out the child had diarrhea. Natsume watched the mother and child disappear behind the curtain, and his doubts dissipated somewhat.

Perhaps it's because economy class is too crowded and the children aren't used to it?

He went into the empty restroom, quickly checked, and everything was normal.

Sure enough, movies are just movies, unreliable, unbelievable.

Back near his seat, Natsume had just sat down and fastened his seatbelt when, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that a medium-sized hard-shell suitcase on the overhead luggage rack diagonally in front of him seemed to have moved extremely slightly.
It wasn't the shaking caused by the plane's turbulence; it was more like something inside the box was bumping against it.

"Ok?"

Natsume pretended to organize his non-existent luggage, stood up, and approached the luggage rack.

He listened intently, and it seemed as if a very faint, intermittent "Pippi Chuck?" sound was coming from the hard-shelled box.

His voice was muffled, carrying a sense of grievance.

Just then, a middle-aged woman sitting next to the suitcase, who was reading an e-book and wearing headphones, seemed to notice the commotion and looked up at her suitcase in confusion.

She stood up, opened the luggage rack, carefully took the hard-shell suitcase down, placed it on her seat, and quickly entered the password to open it a crack.

"Oh my goodness! You little rascal!" the woman exclaimed in a low voice, her tone full of heartache and helplessness.

She reached in and carefully pulled out a Pichu that was secured in an electric shock device with a special flexible restraint strap!
The little guy was clearly bored; his cheek bulges were puffed up, and he cried out "Pichu Pichu" pitifully, his little paws tugging at the restraints.

"I'm so sorry, baby, Mommy forgot to take you out of the restraints! You must be suffocating!"

The woman quickly untied the restraints and held the little Pichu in her arms to comfort it.

Pichu immediately nuzzled her cheek affectionately, making satisfied humming sounds.

It turned out that the passenger forgot to release their Pokémon.

As Natsume watched this heartwarming scene, his slightly tense heartstrings relaxed a little.

Small Pokémon that meet the regulations are allowed on airplanes, but restraint devices are mandatory.

Sure enough, movies are just movies, unreliable, unbelievable.

Caldelia was still asleep, her head slightly tilted, a few strands of golden hair falling beside her smooth chin.

Natsume used the same trick again, returning to his seat, temporarily setting aside his doubts.

The cabin was warm, the engine sound was soothing, and my constantly tense nerves were indeed feeling tired.

He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and decided to take a short nap.

Maybe after a good night's sleep, you'll wake up and be almost in Shuanglong City.

My consciousness gradually sank into a hazy warm current, and the dark sea of ​​clouds outside the window felt like a gentle blanket.

The old police officer's soft cough, the doctor's subtle rustling as he turned pages, and Cattleya's soft snoring all became part of the background noise.

(End of this chapter)