Pokémon: Who let him leave Pallet Town?

Chapter 465 Give Me Your Body

Under Cattleya's focused control, the icy blue psychic energy spread rapidly like countless strong yet flexible threads, attempting to gently envelop the entire massive fuselage.

The vibration of the fuselage seemed to have decreased slightly, and the downward trend slowed down for a moment.

"That...that lady is Catharia!"

"Cattleya, the Psychic-type Elite Four member of the Unova region!"

It is said that she possesses immense power within her.

"There's hope!" "She's saving us!" A faint cheer of relief erupted from the passengers.

However, Natsume's brows furrowed slightly.

He clearly sensed that deep within Cattleya's crystal-clear eyes lay not only a resolute determination to save lives.

Deeper still, an indescribable pain, struggle, and fear surged forth!

Her face grew paler, fine beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead, and her tightly pursed lips trembled slightly.

Each time she forcibly activated this vast psychic power, it felt like tearing her own soul apart.

Natsume understood instantly.

This seemingly powerful superhero harbors a deep-seated resistance and even trauma towards his own violent power.

What she feared was not the plane crash, but the possibility that during the rescue, she would be overwhelmed by the force again, lose control, or even harm innocent people!
At this moment, she felt as if she were riding a wild horse that could crush her and everything around her at any moment, and every step was filled with pain and trembling.

The icy blue halo fluctuated violently, like the tides in a storm.

Cattleya's slender body swayed slightly under the immense pressure. She burned her will to the extreme, trying to squeeze out more power from the bottomless ocean of telekinesis within her body.

"Strange?"

Natsume tilted his head. He could clearly sense that the psychic power she had mobilized, even with all her might, was less than a third of the total amount in her body.

Are the invisible shackles too heavy, and the barriers of the mind too strong?
The immense mental power, powerful enough to shake mountains, remained mostly dormant and roaring within her, unable to be effectively guided.

Although the plane's descent slowed, it still carried an irreversible momentum as it hurtled toward the Feiyun Bridge below, which resembled a death guillotine.

The silhouette of the steel bridge tower loomed rapidly outside the porthole, chillingly cold.

"No, it's not enough." Cattleya's face turned pale, and she let out a low moan that was almost desperate, the light in her eyes flickering like a candle in the wind.

The immense backlash struck her mind like an invisible hammer.

My vision began to blur, and the shouts and the roar of the engine seemed to fade into the distance.

The power receded as quickly as the tide.

Just as her consciousness was about to completely sink into darkness and her body slumped backward—

A warm and strong hand steadily supported her back.

At the same time, a deep, undeniable voice, like the light of a lighthouse piercing through the fog, boomed directly into her nearly chaotic mind:
"Don't resist."

Give me your body.

The voice seemed to possess some kind of strange magic.

In the last moment before she completely lost consciousness, Cattleya felt an indescribable sense of peace envelop her fragile spirit like a warm current.

Like a lone boat adrift in raging waves, it was finally pulled into a safe harbor by a firm and powerful hand.

Immediately afterwards, an unprecedented and incomparably wonderful feeling welled up in my heart!

She "felt" that the hand that was supporting her had become a supreme guide.

The wild and untamed psychic power within him, like a runaway horse, instantly became as docile as a lamb under the guidance of this hand.

They were no longer the source of her torment, but transformed into the purest and most controllable torrent of energy.

The operation of telekinesis became smoother, more precise, and more seamless than ever before. The sense of control, as if manipulating an extension of one's own arm, the exquisite feeling of power dancing at the fingertips, and the ultimate perfection of achieving whatever the mind desired.
This is completely different from the mental forces she has been exposed to since childhood that have brought pain to her family, friends, and even her partners!
It was as if she had truly touched the origin of telekinesis for the first time, and felt its breath and pulse.

This feeling.

Awesome!
Before her consciousness completely faded, she tried her best to see the people behind her.

In the blurred vision, only a perfectly defined, radiant, rounded curve could be discerned, seemingly within reach.

A warm, uniquely scented warmth was flowing through the other person's palm into her body, dispelling the coldness and pain caused by the backlash of the telekinetic energy.

Then, the boundless darkness gently swallowed all her senses.

She softly collapsed into Natsume's arms, a hint of relief and bewilderment still lingering on the corners of her mouth.

Natsume steadily caught the unconscious Cattleya and gently placed her in the seat next to him.

"This wig isn't very good quality."

Natsume picked it up casually and used it to cover his bald head.

He lowered his head, all his attention focused on Cattleya's body, which was completely open to him.

Through this brief yet profound connection, Natsume, like a conductor who has been blind for a long time but is intimately familiar with the musical score, finally grasps the baton once again!
"It's such a long-lost feeling." Natsume was in tears.

Although it had only been a little over ten days since he last used telekinesis, it felt to Natsume as if more than ten years had passed.

It's easy to go from simplicity to luxury, but difficult to go from luxury to simplicity!

He closed his eyes, and his mental will, like an invisible monarch, instantly took over the vast ocean of telekinesis within Cattleya's body.

"Second only to Naz, no, she seems to have no trace of cultivation, growing wildly entirely through the power of her internal energy!"

A sense of shock flashed through Natsume's mind.

He even sensed that Cattleya was consciously suppressing the growth of her telekinetic abilities!
In this situation, Natsume thought that the other party's talent must be slightly inferior to his own.

In that moment of distraction, the violent psychic power within Gadriya suddenly erupted.

"Hmm?" Natsume snorted coldly.

The wild and unruly power in Cattleya's hands instantly showed absolute submission and perfect harmony under Natsume's will.

The powerful, icy-blue psychic energy suddenly surged.

This time, the light was no longer fluctuating and unstable, but rather like the most stable aurora, instantly covering every corner of the plane.

That refined telekinetic energy no longer roughly enveloped the fuselage, but rather, like the most sophisticated neural network, precisely penetrated and adhered to every inch of the aircraft's metal skin, every frame, and every structural stress point.

They gently yet firmly counteract the terrifying acceleration caused by gravity.

They precisely adjusted the angle of the fuselage.

They even began to simulate aerodynamic effects, forming an invisible, giant "air cushion" beneath the aircraft.

The falling behemoth was held firmly in place as if by an invisible, sky-covering divine hand.

That desperate dive was forcibly reversed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"That guy!"

Everyone stared in horror at Natsume pressing down on Cattleya's head.

Inside the cabin, the feeling of weightlessness suddenly disappeared, replaced by a strange sensation of stable suspension.

Outside the window, the deadly Flying Cloud Bridge was gliding past the porthole at a heart-stoppingly slow pace!

"He did it! He really did it!"

(End of this chapter)