Pokémon: Who let him leave Pallet Town?

Chapter 512 Mr. Natsume, I Want To Too
Jiaozi's tearful question, "What mission?!" was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples throughout the Pokémon Center's dining area.

The air seemed to freeze.

As Natsume watched the prodigy's tears spill over and the flames burning in her eyes, his mind went blank for a rare moment.

He subconsciously looked at the culprit—the book disguised as "The Complete Guide to Love," which was lying quietly in Cattleya's arms.

Caldelia was startled by the sudden outburst from the prodigy. Her clear blue eyes widened slightly as she looked at the tearful prodigy with some helplessness.

She didn't understand why her visit to report on the progress of the task and deliver a gift would cause Mr. Natsume's assistant to be so agitated, even heartbroken.

"Hmm, I'd also like to know what the mission is."

Natsume waved his hand.

Jiao Zi's chest heaved violently, but he was stunned for a moment after hearing these words.

Tears were still flowing, but in those clear, cold eyes, besides the grievance, there was a deeper anger at having one's territory offended and a hint of barely perceptible certainty.

She knows Natsume too well.

Aside from research, Pokémon, and grand plans, his emotional intelligence is practically nonexistent.

What kind of romance mission?

This could absolutely not be something that Natsume intentionally created.

It must be that young lady from the United States who overthought things.

Upon realizing this, the proud one turned around and glanced at Cattleya.

As if she had thought of something, her eyes darted around.

"Mr. Natsume!"

Jiaozi's voice was choked with sobs, yet exceptionally clear, carrying a deliberate pressure.

Wow!

Natsume felt a strange force far beyond his imagination suddenly strike him—before he could even react, he was pulled up by Jiaozi.

That small body burst forth with astonishing power, dragging him a few staggering steps, and rushing directly towards the stairwell leading to the second floor.

"Bang!"

Jiaozi slammed the fire door in the corridor open with her shoulder and then slammed it shut behind her.

The loud thud of the door slamming against the frame instantly shut out the curious and bewildered gaze of Gadria outside, as well as the craning necks of all the trainers watching.

In the narrow, slightly dimly lit corridor, only their rapid breathing could be heard.

"Wall slam!"

The next second, Natsume felt his back slam heavily against the cold wall, making him groan.

Immediately afterwards, an irresistible force pressed him down firmly.

Huh? You're Superman too?
Natsume looked down in surprise and met a pair of cold eyes burning with complex emotions.

A prodigy!

This assistant, who only reached his waist and was usually aloof and distant, was now, in a strikingly contrasting manner, firmly imprisoning him between the wall and herself.

She stood on tiptoe, one small, icy hand pressed firmly against his chest, while the other hand pressed hard against the wall beside him, forming a small but oppressive encirclement.

Her body leaned forward slightly due to the effort, pressing completely against his own body.

The distance is too close!
Jiaozi was so close that she could clearly feel the unique scent emanating from Natsume—a scent that was a mixture of sun-dried cotton and a faint smell of disinfectant.

And a certain indescribable, heart-pounding warmth that belonged to Natsume himself.

This familiar yet unsettling scent forcefully overwhelmed all her senses.

Jiaozi's mind went blank; she seemed to have forgotten what she had originally intended to say.

Her hand, which instinctively rested against Natsume's chest, was pressed against his warm chest and his steady, powerful heartbeat.

"Let go, don't you feel uncomfortable?"

Natsume suddenly spoke up, and the proud boy's composed expression instantly crumbled.

Natsume could clearly feel that Jiaozi's breath hitched, and then she tilted her head up and stared intently at him.

Those usually calm and composed eyes were now churning with grievance, and a hint of deep-seated fear that even she herself was unaware of.

"What romance mission? What mission did you assign her?!"

She questioned him almost through gritted teeth, each word echoing in the small space.

"Mr. Natsume, you must explain yourself clearly!"

The moment he spoke, Jiaozi regretted it.

Will Mr. Natsume hate her for doing this?
The thought, like a cold, venomous snake, silently gnawed at her heart beneath her forced, hardened posture.

She could feel her palms, pressed against his chest, were slightly sweaty, and her cold fingertips were numb with nervousness.

She knew how out of line and unlike herself she was at that moment.

But Jiaozi really wanted a clear answer from Natsume right away!

The prodigy didn't let go, and Natsume tried to struggle.

Three minutes later, he felt the unexpected strength and a barely perceptible tremor from the small, cold hand on his chest. Didn't he possess the power of three intelligences? Why was he still not as strong as the prodigy?!

He instinctively reached for the panel to check—and upon opening it, he discovered that Ash himself had reached a terrifying 678 Intelligence, while Prodigy had an even higher Intelligence of 12?!

Almost forgot, Jiaozi has grown for another six months. Although there is no change in appearance, his internal strength has increased a lot.

On the other hand, people like myself, who are in their twenties, have little room for growth.

"Mr. Natsume!?"

Jiaozi took another half step forward, her small body carrying an undeniable aura, as if defending her authority as the chief assistant and some more secretive right.

Her hand, pressed against his chest, could feel Natsume's steady heartbeat and warm body temperature more clearly, which made Jiaozi's panic even greater.

Even though we're so close, why is Mr. Natsume still so calm?

However, Natsume did not respond to her question.

His eyes were glazed over.

At the same time, Natsume's heartbeat noticeably quickened, as if he was pumping blood outwards to provide energy.

Jiaozi waited for a full three seconds, but received no response.

Natsume's completely absent-minded appearance was like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing the anger and courage she had forcibly ignited.

Feeling the strong throbbing in his fingertips, Jiao Zi's face turned bright red.

Could it be that Mr. Natsume actually has feelings for me?

The thought arose uncontrollably like wildfire.

Jiao Zi's fair cheeks flushed crimson instantly, and her heart pounded wildly in her chest.

As if bewitched, she pressed herself even closer to him.

Natsume's appearance seemed to indicate that his brain had gone blank due to close contact with himself.

However.
Why haven't you let go yet?

Natsume suddenly spoke, breaking the silence in the hallway.

The child leaned against his chest, and the comfortable snoring stopped abruptly.

"what?"

Jiaozi looked up in confusion and met Natsume's golden eyes.

The twitching at my fingertips gradually subsided as the golden light faded.

"Daigo and I have already signed the agreement."

As Natsume spoke, he pulled the stunned Jiaozi off his body.

protocol?

Jiaozi immediately realized that Natsume's strange behavior just now was due to remotely controlling the life doll.

"Humph!"

Jiaozi pouted, her cheeks still flushed.

"Clap!"

As soon as Natsume placed his hand on the doorknob, he felt a resistance coming from behind him.

Turning around, I saw that Jiaozi had grabbed my other hand.

"Um... Mr. Natsume, do you dislike what I did just now?"

Jiaozi's face was flushed, and Xia Mu's nose twitched slightly, as if he could vaguely sense that the surrounding air had become much more humid.

"It's alright, but there's not much room for growth."

Natsume shook his head regretfully.

Not everyone is like Xiao Zhi. Now that Jiao Zi has reached adulthood, it's estimated that he will have little chance of increasing his power.

Natsume suddenly realized that he could look at more papers on human development in this world to learn more about this 3S-level, so-called new superhuman project.

Maybe you can gain something.

"A little small."

The proud boy looked down and immediately saw the tip of his shoe.

As the eldest daughter of the Kanto family, this was the first time she had ever felt inferior.

"Anything else?"

Natsume noticed that the girl was still holding his hand tightly and wouldn't let go.

"Um... um," a faint, mosquito-like voice sounded from behind.

The proud boy swayed his body, his fists clenched tightly, his knuckles clearly visible, his head almost touching his chest:
"Mr. Natsume, I'd also like you to assign me a love task."

Natsume: "."

Destroying cult books is an urgent matter!

(End of this chapter)