Pokémon: Who let him leave Pallet Town?

Chapter 592 Alleyway Electric Lights
"Would you feel better if I did this?"

Natsume took out a Gengar mask and put it on his face.

"Get out of the village!"

"Get out of here!"

"do not come!"

Dozens of villagers stood at the village entrance, holding pitchforks, still wary of Natsume.

"Forget it. Forget it!"

From a distance, Danyu hid behind a tree and whispered to Natsume to stop.

Just as she expected, the villagers didn't welcome Natsume at all.

Let alone going into the village for "inspection," it would be a problem to avoid getting beaten up.

The surrounding area was filled with the deafening sound of gongs and drums, as if trying to drive Natsume away with the loud noise.

"Clang clang clang!"

Natsume, impatient, picked up the little turtle and smacked it twice on its shell.

The sound it emitted instantly overwhelmed the entire venue.

The entire area fell silent, and the villagers immediately tensed up.

However, to everyone's surprise, Natsume turned around and left.

Behind the big tree, Natsume looked at the only left-behind child who was willing to play with him, and he suddenly understood Egui Peng's feelings.

"Mr. Natsume, why do you always go to the village entrance, make a big fuss by banging drums and gongs, and then leave without saying a word after the villagers have gathered?"

Danyu pouted, looking somewhat unhappy.

According to her plan, with the panic building up, some villagers should have already moved out.

But a week ago, Natsume suddenly stopped attacking.

"You don't understand, this is called desensitization training."

Natsume picked up the little turtle and tapped Danyu on the head.

"Desensitization training?"

Danyu looked at Natsume with a dazed expression, seemingly not quite understanding what he meant.

But soon, amidst Natsume's relentless harassment, she finally understood.

Natsume's "desensitization training" unfolds in an almost rogue manner.

At first, he would simply stroll leisurely to the entrance of Green Green Town at dawn or dusk, when the villagers were most likely to gather.

He did nothing but stand there, his light green cloak and orange hood standing out starkly against the gray environment.

"That person is here again!"

"Quick! Grab your weapons!"

"Candles! Quickly, light the candles!"

Panic screams and frantic preparations always rang out immediately.

The villagers were on high alert, raising hoes, lighting candles, sprinkling icing sugar, and banging pots and pans in an attempt to drive him away with noise.

Natsume simply stood there calmly, occasionally raising his hand to wave, or gently tapping the ground with the shell of the Talebago, as if to say, "I see you."

After lingering for a few minutes, he turned and slowly left under the tense gazes of the villagers.

Once a day, without fail.

A few days later, the villagers' reactions began to change.

"Tsk, that 'person' is here again."

"Ugh, this is never going to end. Send someone to check on him and make sure he doesn't get too close."

"Go and light the candles, just as a token gesture."

Panic still lingers, but the hysterical screams have diminished, replaced by a weary and resigned vigilance.

The "ritual" of driving them away was still going on, but it clearly felt perfunctory.

Some time passed.

"The 'person' has arrived."

"I saw it, I saw it—it was quite punctual today."

"Just bang the pot twice, that's enough. You're making my throat hurt."

"He'll leave on his own after standing there for a while, so don't waste the candles; they're quite expensive."

The villagers were too lazy to all gather at the village entrance.

Only a few people responsible for "guarding" stood symbolically at a distance watching Natsume, and their "weapons" had been changed to brooms or feather dusters.

Fewer and fewer people are making noise by banging on things, since it's quite tiring to do it every day.

Natsume still shows up on time every day, stands for a while, waves, and then leaves.

It's just like some kind of weird, incomprehensible daily check-in.

Finally, the villagers' attitude turned to complete numbness and habit. "The 'people' have come again."

"Oh."

"The weather is nice today."

"Yeah. Hey, what do you think he's after coming here every day?"

"Who knows? Maybe all 'people' are just this strange."

"He'll leave on his own soon, right? I'm too lazy to go over there; I still need to air out my blankets."

When Natsume appeared at the village entrance, the villagers would at most glance at him, mutter a few words, and then continue with their work—hanging clothes, feeding the equally translucent Pokémon, or simply sitting at their doorways in a daze.

They had become accustomed to the fact that at this time every day, a "person" wearing a strange green cloak would come to the village entrance to "stand guard," and they were certain that he would leave on his own after a while.

Fear, arising from the daily repetition of things that pose no real threat, is worn down into habitual indifference.

Standing at the village entrance, Natsume looked at the "harmonious" scene before him and was very satisfied with the results of his desensitization training.

Interacting, Natsume thought of the strange encounter.

Every time I followed Danyu into the village, the other party would hide in the shadows.

Unfortunately, the young widow didn't have his profound knowledge (or shamelessness), otherwise she could have imitated him.

Natsume felt that the time was probably ripe.

So one day, he strolled leisurely to the village entrance as usual.

Several villagers who were chatting glanced at him, then turned back as if it were nothing out of the ordinary.

However, this time, Natsume did not stop as usual.

He paused briefly at the village entrance, then strode into the village with an extremely natural, almost homecoming demeanor!
He walked slowly, but with firm steps, making a clear "tap, tap" sound as he stepped on the stone path in the center of the village.

At first, the villagers didn't realize what was happening and continued with their own tasks.

Natsume had already reached the small square in the center of the village.

Suddenly, an old villager who was mending a fishing net with his head down felt something was wrong and subconsciously looked up.

The shuttle in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

His mouth gaped open, his eyes widened, and his finger trembled as he pointed at the green figure strolling through the village, letting out a broken, utterly incredulous scream:

"Wait, wait a minute! He... he's entered the village?!"

"People have entered the village! They've entered the village!"

The scream was like a boulder thrown into calm water.

In an instant, all the villagers who had been numb froze!
They turned their heads sharply, their gazes all focusing on the "person" they thought would only stay at the village entrance.

At this moment, he was standing in the very center of their village, even looking around curiously.

"He can't?"

The villagers became nervous.

However, Natsume only wandered around for a moment before leaving again.

Seeing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

For the next week, Natsume continued as usual, standing at the village entrance and occasionally going inside for a stroll.

Unnoticed, he drew ever closer to a certain location.

Finally, one day...

Kitakami Township, Pokémon Center.

Natsume walked straight past it, heading towards the alley he had noticed on the day he first came here.

Joey yawned, glanced at him casually, and didn't pay much attention.

The person had come to her place a few times, but each time it was just like going through the motions; they would make a quick round and then leave.

There's nothing noteworthy.

Dim lights flickered inside the alley.

Natsume swung the neck of Talebagos, the seven-colored light and the light from the light bulb appearing and disappearing in a harmonious blend.

He looked up, stared intently at the light bulb, and grinned.

This happened one late day when Danyu brought a knocked-out Pokémon to the Pokémon Center. Natsume sneaked in and saw it from behind.

I initially thought it was an oil lamp, but it's an electric lamp.

electricity!
So far, Natsume has not figured out what the corresponding current is in this world.

Many villagers do not have any electrical appliances at all.

If it is found, Natsume will not need to go to the trouble of creating a new Loletton.

Replacing the energy module should be sufficient.

However, this place is always tightly closed at night.

During the day, only occasionally around noon, are there traces of opening and closing.

(End of this chapter)