Pokémon: Who let him leave Pallet Town?

Chapter 462 Robbers
Consciousness oscillates between warmth and darkness, like floating on a tranquil sea.

Natsume slept soundly, his tense nerves finally relaxing in the white noise.

However, this peace did not last long.

A slightly grating sound rang out.

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable sense of oppression, like a gradually tightening net, slowly gripped Natsume's chest.

His breathing became labored, as if something heavy and soft was slowly squeezing his space.

The feeling was initially vague, like the pressure of water when you're submerged, but it gradually became clearer, more concrete, and even carried a hint of warm weight.
Natsume frowned in his hazy sleep, trying to turn over to get rid of the discomfort.

But his body seemed to be bound by some invisible force, unable to move.

He subconsciously reached out to push away the source of the oppressive feeling, but his fingertips touched something indescribably delicate and soft.

"Ugh, Ootori, stop coming to hug me in the middle of the night." Natsume murmured unconsciously.

Suddenly, Natsume shuddered, as if a cold electric current had passed through it, instantly piercing its sleepiness.

Where did this giant dragon come from on the plane?

He suddenly opened his eyes!

As the view cleared, the first thing that caught my eye was the dimly lit ceiling of the cabin.

Then, he sensed the true source of that oppressive feeling—Cattleya.

This Unova superhero, somehow, somehow moved almost entirely onto him from her aisle-side position.

She curled up on her side, her body so supple it seemed boneless.

The head wearing the wide-brimmed hat was now resting comfortably on Natsume's chest, making him feel a little short of breath.

One of her arms naturally wrapped around Natsume's waist, loosely resting on his lower back.

Her other hand was curled up in front of her, almost touching Natsume's ribs.

The worst part was that one of her legs had also crossed the armrest partition in the middle of the seat, with her knee slightly bent, and was casually placed on Natsume's side.

Her dazzling, molten gold hair cascaded down like a waterfall, some of it cascading over Natsume's neck and shoulders, bringing a cool, silky touch, while the rest of it wrapped around her arms and Natsume's chest.

The wide-brimmed hat was tilted to one side, the brim almost poking Natsume's chin.

Sunglasses and a mask were still firmly on her face, obscuring all expressions. Only her thick, long eyelashes cast quiet shadows below her eyelids, and the contours of her nose rose and fell slightly with her even breathing.

She was like a defenseless feline that had found the most comfortable spot in a warm nest, using Natsume as her giant pillow, sleeping soundly and peacefully, even emitting very faint, contented breaths.

"How did she get here?"

Natsume looked behind Gadriya in confusion. The partition had been cut off, and there were still traces of telekinesis left on it.

Seeing this, Natsume was taken aback.

With Cattleya pressed close to him, he could easily sense the condition inside her body.

Still no telekinesis. Does it only overflow when I'm dreaming?
Natsume was puzzled.

That's amazing! How do these telekinetic practitioners create all these strange side effects?
"Not only is he excessively sleepy, but his sleeping posture is also terrible."

Natsume silently looked at Cattleya, who was clinging to him tightly.

The other person's mask was soaked, and my clothes were about to be ruined.

After struggling for a moment...
"System, I have marked a new Super Rookie."

The system did not respond.

Natsume rolled his eyes.

Fine, I'll just sleep like this.

The surroundings were quiet, and almost everyone was fast asleep.

Natsume closed his eyes.

"Crack, sizzle."

A cold, piercing metallic scraping sound, like a viper flicking its tongue, clearly pierced through the low rumble of the engine and precisely struck Natsume's eardrums.

"Ok?"

The source of the sound was incredibly clear.

Natsume turned his head and looked towards the cockpit.

The sound was no longer the tentative, light scraping it had been before; instead, it had become a continuous, teeth-grinding scraping and twisting sound, as if some kind of metal tool was forcefully prying at something!

What is this doing?
Natsume was curious and subconsciously wanted to stand up.

However, the biggest obstacle at this moment was not how to find the source of the sound, but Cattleya pressing down on him.

Caldelia remained fast asleep, seemingly unaware of anything, and her breathing appeared even longer and more even due to her comfortable position.

Her arms were still wrapped around his waist, her legs were still draped over him, and her long golden hair covered his chest.

Natsume could even feel her warm breath seeping through the mask fabric and gently brushing against the area below his collarbone.

"Whoosh!" Their bodies switched places.

Meanwhile, in the distant land of Fangyuan.

"what!"

At the Pokémon Center, a giant rock fell from the sky and pinned Ash down.

"Pikachu!" Pikachu, who was eating nearby, stared wide-eyed in surprise at Natsume, who had appeared out of nowhere.

"Natsume-nii, what are you doing here!?"

Ash looked at Natsume with surprise.

"I can stay here anytime, but I'll be leaving soon."

Natsume manipulates the life doll to leave Cattleya and find a good place to switch places.

"Oh," Xiao Zhi nodded dejectedly.

"Where are your travel companions?" Natsume asked casually.

"How did you know Xiaoyao was traveling with me while you were taking a bath, Natsume-san?" Xiaozhi asked in surprise.

"Oh, right." As if he had just thought of something, Ash said somewhat strangely:

"Natsume-nii, why did you give me clothes from an evil organization?"

Ash clearly saw the Hoenn headline too.

"Satoshi!" Natsume suddenly looked down at the face that had returned to normal after the baby was removed from the body.

"Just imagine what you would look like if you merged with a life-giving doll—the presence! The qualities!"

"Don't you think it's a waste not to use it for something?" Natsume tempted.

"No, no, no, I don't want to be a bad guy!" Ash quickly shook his head.

"That was not what I meant."

"The organization needs an undercover agent. Xiao Zhi!"

Natsume suddenly looked at the other person with a serious expression.

"Huh?" Xiao Zhi stood there, stunned.

"But how could they possibly believe me? I haven't done anything wrong."

“One has already been made.” Natsume looked at Ash with a half-smile. Ash belatedly realized what was happening, and his eyes widened suddenly.

"But don't worry, I've contacted Dr. Tomato."

"That's good." Before Ash could even breathe a sigh of relief, he heard Natsume's voice follow:

"Dr. Oda Birch will continue to publish articles to condemn and amplify your crimes."

"what?!"

"No, don't. If you run into anyone from those two organizations, contact me immediately."

Natsume thought for a moment. A battle between Groudon and Kyogre would be earth-shattering, with a huge impact.

It's like a ProMax version of the Orange Islands.

If you can stop it, then stop it.

"But Natsume-nii," Xiaozhi wanted to say something, but then he felt a lightness on the top of his head.

Looking up, Natsume's figure had already disappeared.

Xiao Zhi miserably covered his face, which had once again become filled with an evil aura.

on the plane.

Gadriya lost her support and slumped softly onto Natsume's seat, her wide-brimmed hat tilted completely to one side, covering half of her face.

She only made a very soft, sleepy nasal sound, "Hmm?" Her thick, long eyelashes trembled slightly under her sunglasses, as if she had been disturbed in her dream, but then she sank into an even deeper sleep, completely unaware of everything happening around her.

A flash of blue light appeared, and Natsume's figure reappeared.

He followed the sound.

The faint light coming through the crack in the door was completely blocked by a dark figure crouching on the ground.

The chilling "clatter, sizzle, click" sound came from the shadowy figure.

The other person was completely covered up, and the black hood that only revealed the eyes and mouth was something Natsume had only seen on the shopping list of the person with the middle-parted hair.

The lock-picking tools were clearly very professional, and the movements were rough and hasty.

Natsume stepped forward and patted the other person on the shoulder.

Visibly, the thin man's hand stiffened.

"Who—um"

He turned around and was met with a brick.

"Where's the middle-part hairstyle from the cosplayer?"

Natsume looked closely and saw that the other party had used something to corrode a large hole in the cockpit.

With a gentle push, you can see the captain inside, in automatic mode, resting with his eyes closed.

Without disturbing the other party, Natsume waved his hand and threw the tightly wrapped-up, clearly ill-intentioned fellow into the system space.

"As expected, my sixth sense was right."

Having dealt with the other party, Natsume felt much more relaxed.

But for some reason, his chest still felt heavy. Perhaps it was because he had been suppressed by Cattleya for too long?

Natsume didn't pay attention and was about to turn around.

"Bang bang bang!"

Three gunshots rang out from economy class, shattering the silence of the night.

Immediately afterwards, the panicked shouts caused the business class passengers to slowly open their eyes as well.

"what happened?"

Countless people opened their eyes in a daze from their sleep, staring blankly as the curtain was roughly torn open.

Immediately afterwards, five burly men wearing hoods and completely covered up appeared in the corridor, carrying guns.

"No one move!"

The leader was a man of medium build with sinister eyes like a vulture.

He was holding a powerful shotgun, its muzzle still emitting blue smoke—the shot he had just fired had shattered an emergency indicator light at the business class entrance, sending fragments flying everywhere.

Behind him stood three burly men, as imposing as iron towers.

"Everyone! Shut up! Hands behind your heads! Put them on the back of the seats in front of you!"

Pointing the shotgun muzzle at the ceiling, his voice was hoarse yet carried an unquestionable absolute authority, drowning out the roar of the engine and the suppressed sobs of the passengers.

"This plane is now under our control! Anyone who wants to live, stay put!"

As he spoke, the man turned and led a man carrying a briefcase toward the cockpit.

"Boss!"

A ghostly figure suddenly appeared.

The robber leader's hand trembled, and he almost pulled the trigger.

"You idiot, did you open the door?!"

A cold gaze swept over Natsume.

At this moment, Natsume had changed into the clothes of the previous robber. His gaze swept over the guns in the hands of the robbers, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Hiss. How did they bring these things up here?

"say!"

The gang leader didn't seem to have much patience.

"opened."

Using the sliver of telekinesis brought by the Life Doll, Natsume imitated the voice of the robber who had been knocked unconscious.

"Bang!"

Beside him, the robber who had been holding a briefcase and hadn't uttered a word kicked open the door without hesitation.

"Hey, who are you guys?"

Not long after, a middle-aged man dressed in a pilot's uniform, who appeared to be older, was thrown out, bound hand and foot.

Upon seeing the robber leader and Natsume outside, the captain's expression changed drastically, and he violently banged his head against a dent in the surrounding area.

"It's no use, the train police have already been tied up by us."

As the hijacker spoke, he stuffed a wad of towel into the captain's mouth.

Beside him, Natsume glanced sideways, his two eyes fixed intently on the cockpit through the large hole in his hood.

I don't have any Pokémon right now, and I can't use psychic powers for the time being. In fact, my physical condition is not as good as that of an average person, so I can only observe more.

Soon, Natsume saw the robber carrying the briefcase take out a laptop.

What is this for?
"boom!"

Before Natsume could continue watching, the robber leader slammed the door shut.

"Don't just stand here watching, go help keep those passengers calm!"

(End of this chapter)