Pokémon: Who let him leave Pallet Town?

Chapter 569 I Voluntarily Donate to Mr. Natsume
He snapped his fingers.

The figure of the Phantom Master Sphere Rotom appeared silently beside him, the patterns on the surface of the sphere flowing and projecting holographic images.

It clearly demonstrates the application prospects of the red and white Rotom ball in fields such as emergency medical care, instant construction of security barriers, and efficient security patrols.

"We will use the United States region as a pilot area and gradually invite PhDs from other regions to join Sunshine College to share resources and work together on key projects."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than an official with meticulously combed hair and gold-rimmed glasses stood up, his tone filled with strong skepticism:
“Mr. Natsume! Forgive my bluntness, but all of this is based on your own deductions.”

"To mobilize the entire alliance's resources and even change the existing scientific research landscape based on just a few technological creations of unverifiable origin?"

"This is far too hasty! Funding, manpower, coordination... these are all astronomical figures!"

“That’s right! That’s ridiculous!” Several people immediately chimed in agreement.

Natsume smiled without saying a word, his fingers tapping slowly on the podium.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The slow, heavy tapping sound echoed in the empty hall.

Many officials lowered their heads.

Research and development expenditures constitute a significant portion of the alliance's total expenditures.

Over the years, a fixed chain of interests has long been formed.

"Mr. Natsume, at least we need a venue!"

"Yes, there's nothing there. They made such a hasty decision without any consideration!"

Some officials changed their tune and softened their tone.

I heard that this newly crowned champion has some connection with that person. Unlike the previous champions, he's not someone you should offend.

"The venue, that's the issue."

The sound of Natsume tapping the table suddenly stopped.

The next second, the side door of the council chamber was gently pushed open.

A petite woman with a cold demeanor walked in, holding a document in her hands.

She walked up to Natsume, her back to the group of officials.

"Humph!"

Jiaozi glared at Natsume, her eyes bulging with anger.

In just a moment, her expression turned solemn.

She walked to the podium, turned around, faced all the officials, and clearly stated:
"I, the pride of excellence, am the owner of Sunshine Academy."

"We hereby solemnly announce that the academy and all its affiliated facilities and land will be donated to the United Alliance free of charge and voluntarily included in the 'Billionaire King Fund Plan' to support the Alliance's talent cultivation and cutting-edge technology research and development."

Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent.

They had heard of this Sunshine Academy; the dean seemed to be a wealthy young lady from Kanto.

Why did you travel all this way to set up an academy just to join the Billionaire Foundation program?
A thought flashed through the minds of many officials.

Is this guy trying to scam the league out of benefits?

"However, I have one request: Sunshine Academy focuses on nurturing people, so the dean should be an excellent trainer."

At this point, Jiaozi paused, glancing meaningfully at Natsume:

“Mr. Natsume is a perfect fit for the title of the new champion of Unova.”

After saying that, Jiaozi looked at Natsume with a pitiful expression.

She thought Mr. Natsume had suddenly become enlightened.

Many officials below then realized what was going on.

You're all in cahoots!

Natsume registered the academy as a private property under the name of the prodigy not to circumvent regulations, but for this moment—to make the academy meet the huge funding conditions of the "Billionaire Tenno Foundation" through "personal donation".

He had planned everything perfectly. The bespectacled official's face flushed red, and he tried to retort:
Even so, the initial investment may be resolved, but the subsequent maintenance and expansion will be a challenge.

Natsume didn't look at him, but instead turned her gaze to Takeran, who had been silently observing.

"This project is not just a matter for the United States. It concerns the future of the entire world. I believe that our Sinnoh Champion, Cynthia, also sees its profound significance."

Natsume's tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable weight:
"She even signed a strategic cooperation memorandum with the college in advance regarding the ecological cultivation of gible sharks, expressing her full support."

Bamboo Orchid: "???"

She abruptly turned to look at Natsume, her golden eyes, which always held a sharp yet languid quality, widening instantly.

So you brought me here just to show your support?
But when faced with Natsume's calm yet unfathomable gaze, and the instantaneous focus of all the officials below, she moved her lips, but ultimately raised her chin slightly and remained silent.

Sometimes, the default setting is the most powerful form of support.

The dissenting voices were temporarily suppressed.

However, the bespectacled official still seemed unwilling to give up and took a deep breath.

"boom!"

The doors to the council chamber were slammed open once again!

Shaka strode in, followed by two Interpol officers who escorted a middle-aged man who was limp and pale, and threw him onto the polished floor in the center of the hall like trash.

The entire council chamber fell silent instantly.

All eyes were focused on the trembling man.

Many officials recognized him—an active figure with a strong reputation in grassroots environmental organizations and Pokémon conservation agencies, who frequently speaks out in the media!

Natsume slowly walked out from behind the podium, his leather shoes making a clear and cold "tap, tap" sound on the polished floor.

He walked to the limp man, bent down slightly as if examining an object, then slowly straightened up, his gaze like a cold searchlight, slowly sweeping across the faces of every official in the audience.

His fingers tapped lightly on the table beside him, intermittently.

"despair."

"This person is the vice president of the Pokémon Protection Association."

“He was caught red-handed by Interpol in the Carlos area three days ago.”

"despair."

"According to his confession, he outwardly called for the protection of Pokémon habitats and opposed the League's development, but secretly he served Team Rainbow Rocket, specifically responsible for inciting public opinion and sowing discord between regions."

"despair."

"What's even more interesting is..."

Natsume's voice was low, carrying a cold, mocking quality.

"Through charity dinners, academic sponsorships, and other means, he established 'deep' friendships with more than one person present. And through this, he obtained a lot of interesting inside information."

"despair."

The knocking stopped.

Natsume's gaze, almost tangible, slowly swept across the faces of several officials whose complexions had turned deathly pale and whose foreheads were covered in fine beads of sweat.

Their fear and their tension were laid bare under Natsume's almost mind-reading perception.

Their names and faces were clearly etched into Natsume's mind.

The entire council chamber was so quiet you could hear a pin drop; the air was as still as an icebox.

No one dared to raise any objections anymore.

Natsume slowly walked back to the center of the podium, straightened the collar of his inspector's trench coat, and spoke with his previous calm tone, yet with an absolute, decisive force:

"Since no one objects."

"Then, the plan is approved."

(End of this chapter)