Pokémon: Who let him leave Pallet Town?

Chapter 96 Getting More and More Unreliable
"No." Natsume shook his head.

"Ah—" Ash was immediately disappointed.

"However, the person who wins the gold belt will receive a promise from Shiba, the Fighting Elite Four member."

As Natsume spoke, he waved the newspaper in his hand.

"Now that I've won the gold belt, will Shiba accept my challenge?" Ash was overjoyed.

"Of course, I'd agree to such a small request no matter what, right?" Xiaoxia said speechlessly as she pulled Xiaozhi back to his seat.

"Natsume-nii, let's go participate in the P1 tournament!" Ash pleaded.

"Pikachu!" Pikachu also looked at Natsume.

"Pika-Pika" only had his middle-parted hair at the back, and he shook his head frantically at Natsume.

"Wait a minute, Ash, do you have any Fighting-type Pokémon on you?"

Jiaozi suddenly spoke up.

"Fighting tournaments aren't limited to Fighting-type Pokémon," Amy's voice rang out.

Other Pokémon can also participate, but they can only use Fighting-type moves.

"What if we don't have Fighting-type moves?" Ash asked curiously.

"Without fighting techniques, one can only rely on pure physical strength."

Amy's voice trailed off.

Based on the group's reaction, it seems the other party doesn't have any Fighting Pokémon.

That basically means there's no chance.

"I have a small fist stone, and my body is as hard as a stone. Please trust us!" Xiao Gang said.

"Sigh, a Rock Pokémon participating in a fighting tournament is hopeless," Misty said, covering her face.

Clearly, Xiao Gang was blinded by beauty.

Natsume grabbed Satoshi by the back of his collar, walked up to Amy, and asked in a questioning tone:
"Can the trainer participate?"

"Uh, no, sir." Amy's lips twitched, feeling that these people in front of her were somewhat unreliable.

"But it's not written in the rules!" Natsume shook the poster in his hand.

"Natsume, where did you get this poster?" Xiaoxia noticed that the release date on the poster seemed to be a year ago.

"I found it in her drawer." Natsume said matter-of-factly.

Amy: "?"

She suddenly felt a little scared.

Fortunately, this group of people weren't really bad guys; they just inquired about the location of the P1 fighting tournament and then left.

"I just don't think this is reliable at all." Xia kept shaking her head as she walked.

"Natsume-nii, if I were to participate in the tournament, who should I send out?" Ash tilted his head, looking quite troubled.

"You can let the guy with the middle parting go to sleep and get beaten up, exhausting your opponent," Natsume suggested.

"Pee—" A middle-parted haircut appeared on Xiao Zhi's shoulder, covering its face.

It knew
Fighting Spirit Dojo, in front of the main gate.

"What a dilapidated dojo, meow?"

After Natsume and his group left, three figures appeared immediately.

"What? It doesn't even make me interested in robbing them." Kojiro waved his hand.

"Hey, hey, hey, watch your manners! What do you mean by robbery? Can you two please stop being so low-class!" Musashi roared.

"We're now the Super Rocket Team Special Operations Team!"

"That's right, Meow Meow is now also Boss Sakaki's favorite!"

As she spoke, Meow Meow puffed out her chest.

Around its neck was a gold collar.

After a series of twists and turns in Rainbow City, the three of them went from being a Team Rocket special operations team to—a super special operations team!
Although the name may not sound like much of a change, the promotion and salary increase are real.

Especially for Meow Meow, Giovanni even gave her a gold collar as a special gift.

"Hmph, you don't know, the collar that Boss Cat is wearing is just an ordinary leather collar."

Meow Meow is extremely smug, and these past few days she's been holding her head high and puffing out her chest all the time.

"Squeak~"

The wooden door of the dojo opened.

A delicate-looking girl peeked out. "Um...would you be willing to help me?"

After a while, the Rockets trio walked out angrily.

Musashi, in particular, launched into a tirade:
"How awful! How can a man abandon his own daughter like this!"

Musashi's childhood experiences made her feel immense sympathy for Amy's experiences.

"I sympathize with Musashi too, but are we really going to participate in that P1 tournament?"

Kojiro's hesitant voice came from behind.

"I must participate!" Musashi's anger hadn't subsided.

"But we don't have any Fighting-type Pokémon, Meowth," Meowth said, shrugging.

"There are so many people participating in the competition, why not just grab one at random?" Musashi said casually.

"You just said you didn't want something so low-class—ah!"

Before Kojiro could finish speaking, a large bump suddenly appeared on his head.

"Wow, if fighting tournaments allowed people to participate, Musashi, you would definitely have a chance, meow."

Fighting Spirit Dojo, in front of the main gate.

“Sigh,” Amy shook her head slightly.

Those three people also seemed unreliable.

Footsteps approached from not far away. Amy paused for a moment, then quickly returned to the dojo.

After a while, the girl peeked out; she looked extremely frail.

"Can you guys help me?"

Amy was stunned.

Standing at the entrance of the gym were not trainers, but two Pokémon.

A hypnotic tapir and a fiery monkey!

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Before Amy could react, Primeape led the Hypnotic Baku into the gym.

Anyway, it saw that's what Satoshi Natsume did.

After a while, an extremely angry fiery monkey emerged, accompanied by a hypnotic tapir.

The hypnotic tapir had a small basket full of tree fruits and pastries hanging from its hand.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Infernape threw a punch at the air, looking like it was about to fight.

"Grandma—" The hypnotic tapir yawned, seemingly uninterested.

But it was still dragged along by Incineroar, embarking on the road to the P1 Fighting Tournament.

If you eat someone's food, you have to do their favors!
At the entrance, Amy watched silently as Intense Monkey embarked on his journey.

What to do? This is getting increasingly unreliable.
The next day, in a small town not far from Rainbow City.

Inside a huge stadium, the noise was deafening.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the 5th P1 Fighting Tournament!"

The host stood on a Pokémon that looked like a UFO, flying in the air, holding a microphone, and announced to the audience.

"What a shiny metallic sheen! What Pokémon is that?" Ash asked curiously as he took out his Pokédex in the preparation area.

Magneton, a magnetic field Pokémon, evolves from Magneton, a three-in-one Pokémon affected by a special magnetic field.

"Welcome to the stage, judges!"

As the host spoke, countless eyes in the audience turned to a passageway.

Xiao Zhi, Xiao Gang, and Xiao Xia, the pride of the audience, all stared intently at the passageway.

Natsume hasn't shown up since this morning.
"What are you looking at?" Natsume appeared behind Ash.

"I'm wondering if you secretly applied to be a judge, Natsume-nii!"

Ash turned around and saw Natsume, and behind him, a huge Dragonite.

"Natsume, you actually played by the usual rules," Tsuyoshi exclaimed in surprise.

"Otherwise, how should I make my entrance?"

Natsume waved his hand.

He has always felt that his behavior pattern is very stable. Is there anything strange about it?
(End of this chapter)