Pokémon: Who let him leave Pallet Town?

Chapter 524 I have scientific evidence for this.

Obviously, without a championship handover battle like in an open tournament, most people are unaware of Natsume's identity as the newly crowned Unova Champion.

The old doctor clearly didn't recognize Natsume.

He saw the brick in Natsume's hand and the unconscious Cattleya on the hospital bed with a bump on her forehead. He turned pale with fright and instinctively hid behind the butler, clutching his arm tightly, his voice trembling:

"Butler! He...he has a weapon! Quick! Get your Pokémon to take him down!"

The butler frowned, glanced at the brick in Natsume's hand, then looked at Cattleya on the hospital bed, and said in a deep voice:
"Yes, all my Pokémon have been taken away by the hospital, so I can't use them for the time being according to the rules."

His voice carried a hint of helplessness and suppressed anger.

"What should we do then?" The old doctor panicked even more. He turned around abruptly, wanting to call the intern nurse to call security.

"Xiao Qing! Go and call her quickly."

However, there was nothing behind him.

The intern nurse had already made a hasty retreat the moment she saw the crime scene.

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A deathly silence fell over the ward, broken only by the old doctor's rapid breathing and the butler's heavy gaze.

The atmosphere froze for a few seconds.

The butler took a deep breath and broke the silence first.

His sharp gaze met Natsume's directly, his voice low and questioning:

"Mr. Natsume, could you please explain?"

He saw Natsume's face clearly and recognized him as the Pokémon Professor who had recently stirred up trouble in Ottoman City and suddenly become the Unova Champion.

This made him both wary and somewhat confused.

This guy... his relationship with his mistress isn't that good, is it?
"Hmm, there's nothing to explain." Natsume thought for a moment, seemingly feeling that words were inadequate.

He simply stepped forward and, to the astonishment of the butler and the old doctor, shoved the heavy brick, its edges still dusty, into the butler's hand.

"Natsume Champion, what are you trying to do?"

The butler was taken aback by this sudden action, and instinctively caught the brick, his mustache trembling slightly with surprise.

He weighed the rough brick in his hand and felt utterly absurd.

The old doctor standing nearby was even more dumbfounded. He looked at the brick, then at Natsume, then at Cattleya on the hospital bed, and blurted out:

"Champions? Isn't United Champions that Adek who owes our hospital a mountain of debt?"

He hurriedly pulled out his phone, his fingers trembling as he swiped across the screen, searching for "United Champions".

A few seconds later, he stared at Natsume's photo and title on the screen and froze in place.

"Oh~" The old doctor nodded meaningfully.

Natsume didn't understand why the other person reacted this way, and he didn't have time to find out.

Turning his head, Natsume stared intently at the butler, Awa.

The heavy brick felt cool to the touch.

The butler, an elderly man, was also watching the strangely behaving new champion, his brows furrowing even more deeply.

"If she wakes up, you can use this to knock her back to sleep."

Natsume explained calmly, as if he were talking about something perfectly ordinary.

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The butler stood there, stunned, his brain seemingly needing a moment to process the meaning of those words.

He looked down at the brick, then looked up at Natsume's matter-of-fact face. An indescribable anger surged onto his face, and his knuckles turned white from gripping the brick so tightly.

Unexpectedly, before he could erupt in anger, Natsume's voice, tinged with a hint of pity, rang out:

"Taking sleeping pills all the time is very harmful to the body."

Natsume pointed to the sleeping Cattleya on the hospital bed, his eyes revealing genuine concern.

"Maybe she's too old to have um yet, I mean, it's not good for her physical development."

He almost said "enlightenment" but quickly corrected himself.

"Does that mean using a brick would solve the problem?!"

The butler was incredibly astute; he instantly imagined what had happened in the room before he arrived.

This champion used this brick to knock his young lady unconscious!

A surge of anger rushed to his head, but seeing the genuine concern in Natsume's eyes, he suppressed his temper, only glaring and bristling, his voice distorted by the suppressed anger, filled with resentment and doubt.

"Of course."

Natsume answered even more matter-of-factly, as if it were a matter of course:

"This is based on scientific evidence."

"Hahaha!" The butler laughed in exasperation.

"Basis? There's a scientific basis for hitting someone with a brick? Champion Natsume, that's the biggest joke I've ever heard in my life!"

"Whether it's a joke or not, you'll find out when you see it."

Natsume calmly reached out and casually took the phone from the butler's other hand. He skillfully unlocked it, opened the browser, searched for keywords, and logged into the academic database using facial recognition—all in one smooth motion.

A few seconds later, he turned his phone screen toward the butler.

"See, I didn't lie to you." Natsume's tone was confident.

The butler leaned closer to the screen with suspicion, his old eyes straining to decipher the small print.

The elderly doctor standing nearby couldn't resist his curiosity either. He leaned over, squinted, and read the paper's title aloud, word by word:
"On the amplification and stabilizing effect of head stress on Psyduck's psychomotor ability"

Butler Uncle: "."

He couldn't understand the complex charts and data, but he still recognized the name "Psyduck".

This is clearly a research paper on Pokémon!

"Who was so bored as to tinker with this thing?" The old doctor's lips twitched violently as he couldn't help but mutter under his breath.

He quickly glanced at the abstract and conclusion, and his expression became even more interesting.

Even more outrageous, at the end of the article, the author boldly claimed that he would commercialize and sell a "stress-adjustable hammer based on Psyduck's psychic amplification"!

Who would be stupid enough to buy this? They'd just pick up a brick and call it a day.
As he pondered this, the old doctor had a bad feeling. He looked up at the pale ceiling and forced himself not to look at the paper.

I almost got led astray by this newly crowned champion.

"My lady isn't Psyduck!"

The butler finally couldn't hold back any longer. He pointed at the thesis, then at the frail Cattleya on the hospital bed, his voice rising several octaves due to the absurdity, filled with helplessness and resentment.

"Is there a difference?"

Natsume tilted his head, his gaze sweeping over the sleeping Cattleya on the hospital bed. He recalled her usual naive, straightforward, and sometimes slightly airheaded mannerisms, and pondered for a moment:
"Hmm, pretty much right."

"you--!"

The butler felt like a powder keg that had been lit; his blood pressure soared, and his hands, which were gripping the brick, began to tremble.

He really wanted to smash that brick back into Natsume's face.

"OK OK."

Seeing that things were not going well, Natsume quickly reached out and grabbed the butler's hand that was holding the brick, forcibly slamming the brick into his palm.

He pressed it down hard, as if he were handing over something important.

"Don't worry, it's all just an effect on telekinesis."

"Although she is human... well, maybe we have things in common? Practice makes perfect."

Natsume finished speaking in a flash, giving the butler no chance to react or refute, and then disappeared from the spot in an instant.

Teleport.

The next second, Natsume's figure appeared deep in a dark and cramped alley.

A damp, musty smell mixed with the sour, rotten odor of garbage hit the air.

Deep in the alley, an old vending machine hummed softly, its screen flickering with a faint glow, like a lonely eye in the darkness.

Natsume let out a long sigh of relief, as if a huge burden had been lifted off his shoulders.

He walked up to the vending machine, and a coin, sparking with electricity, bounced into the machine.

"Bang!"

The sound of coins being inserted into the machine was particularly crisp in the quiet alley.

At the same time, Rotom No. 2 also connected to the surrounding power system via the vending machine.

"Gurgle, gurgle!"

A can of chilled soda rolled out of the delivery slot, and a fine layer of water droplets instantly condensed on the surface of the aluminum can, shimmering faintly in the dim light.

Natsume looked away, bent down to pick up the soda, and felt its icy coldness.

With a hiss, the pull ring was pulled open, and the sound of bubbles rushing out was particularly clear in the silence.

Natsume tilted his head back.

"Glug! Glug! Glug!"

The icy, bubbly liquid surged down my throat, instantly dispelling my fatigue and the frustration from the earlier farce.

After taking several large gulps, Natsume finally exhaled a satisfied breath of cool air, which carried a strong soda flavor.

"Hiccup~"

Natsume casually wiped his mouth, feeling much more relaxed.

He sipped the rest of his cola while looking around.

The alley was still dark and damp, with mottled graffiti on the walls, clutter piled up in the corners, and a buzzing vending machine in front of it.
Everything was exactly the same as when he last visited the Peace Dove Company at night.

This place has not been rectified.

The vending machines are still there.

This shows that his previous actions went completely unnoticed by the Rainbow Rockets.

In that case
The little tricks he made to the Eye of the Sky should still be there.

(End of this chapter)