Pokémon: Who let him leave Pallet Town?

Chapter 491 Unified Champion
"We need to rely on people?"

The old man stood alone under the eaves, pondering Natsume's words.

They did hug Officer Jenny.

Without exception, nothing could be found.

It's even less likely that anyone would brave the raging sandstorm to conduct on-site exploration.

But now, when I turned around, Natsume's figure had already disappeared.

The young man appeared to be a Pokémon Trainer and possessed the ability to enter the center of a sandstorm.

Perhaps the old man's fingers trembled slightly as he slowly placed the earth cloud statue in the form of a mythical beast on the ground.

He looked up and stared intently at the swirling sandstorm.

The young man is right. The mountain god has never actually manifested itself. Perhaps a long time ago, it was indeed active here.

"boom!"

As Natsume ventured deeper into the city, the sandstorm suddenly intensified.

"May the mountain god protect us!!"

The old man was so frightened that he picked up the earth cloud statue, turned around and went into the house, closing the door tightly.

The telekinetic shield, like a pale blue water droplet, stubbornly traversed the churning sea of ​​sand.

The closer you get to the edge of town, the more terrifying the wind pressure becomes.

The howling wind sounded like countless giant beasts roaring in my ears, interspersed with a deeper, more penetrating roar.

That was Bangiras's voice.

The sand and gravel were no longer sand and gravel, but high-speed spinning bullets that slammed into the shield, producing a dense crackling sound.

But Natsume keenly sensed the abnormality of the environment.

There is a limit to destruction.

As he traveled, although sandstorms filled the air, covering the pastures and the streets of the town, the real structural damage was concentrated in the area before him.

Although the walls of the house were scratched, they did not collapse; the trees swayed, but were not uprooted; and most of the items covered by cloth had their covers removed, with limited damage to the items themselves.

This is very different from the indiscriminate destruction of the Sandstorm skill.

The energy of the sandstorm was deliberately compressed and guided, and highly concentrated in the core area!
It was as if an invisible hand was trying to restrain this destructive power, preventing its destructive force from spreading out of control.

"They have a strong sense of control."

Natsume observed the clearly defined sand and gravel around him with great interest.

It seems that the longer a Pokémon lives, the more control it has over itself.

"Roar--!!!"

Another deafening roar came, closer and more violent than ever before.

With that roar, the sandstorm ahead suddenly became thick and heavy.

The air seemed to solidify into a yellowish-brown colloid, completely swallowing up the light.

The pressure on the telekinetic shield increased exponentially, causing it to groan under the strain.

Natsume's eyes sharpened.

This pressure far exceeds the intensity of the battle against that Tyranitar in front of the ice cave in Twin Dragons City.

It actually retained so much power back then?!

In the last battle, that Tyranitar was mindful of the ice cave and didn't unleash its full power, but things are different now.

There's nothing the other party needs to consider here.

This thought immediately set off alarm bells in Natsume's mind.

"Boom!"

A deep, resounding boom, like a drumbeat on the earth, echoed through the wind and sand.

Immediately following was the vibration of a heavy object moving at high speed and stomping on the ground, followed by another, deeper, more powerful impact sound!

Is there a fight going on?
Right at the very heart of the sandstorm.

Natsume's mind instantly became highly focused.

With all its telekinetic power, the shield glowed brightly blue, tearing a gap in the sticky sandstorm and struggling to advance forward.

Through the gaps in the swirling yellow sand, he vaguely caught a blurry, rapidly moving, massive outline—it was Bangiras!
On the opposite side, there seemed to be an even smaller, but no less imposing, red figure sparring and clashing with it!
Extremely fast and incredibly powerful!

Each collision triggered a dull thud, and the shockwave even briefly pushed aside the surrounding dust, creating a momentary void.

Is that red figure a person? Or a Pokémon?

Natsume sped up.

The energy density at the storm's core was terrifyingly high; every grain of sand contained the raging will and power of Tyranitar, causing his psychic shield to deplete rapidly. He withstood the pressure, inching closer to the center of that vortex of energy and battle.

Visibility was intermittently obscured by the raging sandstorm.

Finally, after a violent energy collision, the shockwave briefly dispersed a large amount of dust.

Natsume finally saw it clearly.

On a desolate, barren outskirts of town, as if plowed by countless sharp blades and repeatedly pounded by a giant hammer—

He wore his signature red feather cape, his body was as tall and strong as an iron tower, his hair stood up like burning flames, and his face was filled with anger and determination.

He was waving his finger at Bangiras, issuing a passionate command:

"Bullish head buffalo, don't back down! Use brute force to hold it off!"

Before him stood a massive, muscular buffalo with enormous horns on its head, growling and its hooves digging deep into the ground, desperately trying to stop Bangiras's massive claws with its terrifying horns.

With its muscles bulging and veins standing out, the water buffalo's eyes burned with an indomitable fighting spirit.

United Champions – Adej!

Natsume's pupils contracted slightly.

So it turns out.

No wonder this Bangila could create such a huge sandstorm.

It turns out someone was fighting him!

"Young man, get out of here!"

Adek quickly spotted the uninvited guest who had wandered into the heart of the sandstorm and shouted urgently at Natsume.

"Hooo!"

Unexpectedly, upon spotting Natsume, the Tyranitar hesitated, its massive claws hovering in mid-air. The Buffalo seized the opportunity and rammed it away.

"boom!"

The latter steadied itself, and an icy blue light condensed in its mouth.

Unbeknownst to them, Natsume pulled out something, shook it in his hand, and actually bit the destructive beam in his mouth and swallowed it.

"boom!"

As the violent energy subsided, wisps of black smoke rose from the nostrils of this Tyranitar.

It gave Natsume a deep look, then boarded the levitation device and was swept away by the sandstorm at high speed.

All of this happened extremely quickly. Adek stared blankly for a long time before belatedly realizing what was happening and wanting to catch up.

"Buffalo Head, let's go!" He actually jumped onto the back of the Buffalo Head and was about to chase after and intercept the Bangiras.

"Hmm?" Natsume glanced at Adek strangely, not understanding why the other was so eager to fight.

“If you continue fighting here, your hometown will suffer.” Natsume pointed to the town of Suanmoku, which was shrouded in sand and barely visible behind him.

Adek froze, his movements halting.

He turned sharply to look at the town, his face instantly filled with intense inner turmoil.

It wasn't just a desire for battle; it was more like a struggle between resentment and responsibility.

After a long pause, he deflated like a punctured balloon, his shoulders slumped, and he let out a long, helpless sigh: "Sigh, you're right."

Seeing the Unova Champion's face so clearly for the first time, Natsume was slightly taken aback.

The Aldridge before him was a far cry from the energetic, even somewhat unkempt "Promax version of Little Gang" he remembered.

"Weary from travel" is the most fitting description for this moment.

His signature fiery red hair now appeared somewhat dull, with grayish-yellow sand particles clinging to his hair, and a few stray strands stuck to his broad forehead and cheeks with sweat or dust.

His resolute, sharply defined face was covered with a distinct layer of dust, and you could even see tiny grains of sand embedded in the texture of his skin.

His lips were a little chapped, and his chin had short stubble that he hadn't had time to shave.

The most striking feature was those eyes.

Those eyes, which should have been fiery and sharp, were now filled with tired, bloodshot veins, and the dark circles under their eyes were clearly visible, revealing an undisguised deep weariness stemming from intense mental tension.

His once vibrant red feather cape, a symbol of his champion status, had lost its former brilliance, now covered in dust and stains, with several small tears torn along the edges by the wind and sand. It lay disheveled on his shoulders, a far cry from its former flamboyance.

Standing there, though still robust and imposing, he resembled a stone statue weathered by a long journey and the elements, exuding a heavy sense of vicissitude and weariness, worn down by the sands of time.

what happened?

If Natsume remembers correctly, Aldac's personality changed drastically in the original work because of the death of his old friend.
But his personality changed drastically, he just became more fond of playing around, flirting, and being unkempt.

It was definitely not the weathered look it has now.

(End of this chapter)