Pokémon: Who told him to come out of Pallet Town!

Chapter 69 Summer Temple Fair

Chapter 70 Summer Temple Fair

Ash threw a Poké Ball, and Gastly was caught inside. The red and white Poké Balls flashed and were then teleported back to Professor Oak's lab.

"Natsume-nii, I didn't defeat it. That's not good, is it?" Ash said with some concern.

Natsume had told him that if his strength was insufficient or he was not recognized by the Pokémon, the Pokémon might run away at any time.

Moreover, it's a Ghost-type Pokémon that can be detected by anyone.

"How about this?" Natsume said, taking a small white box out of his pocket.

He stuffed thirty pieces of spicy paste into the box, handed it to Xiaozhi, and instructed him:

"When we go to town later, we'll switch Gastly with him and give him a couple every now and then. If he needs more, he can come to me for more."

"Ah," Xiao Zhi stared blankly at the rectangular flat box in his hand, somewhat dazed.

Is this really useful?

"Let's go, Xiaogang." After the commotion, Xiaoxia called Xiaogang to leave.

"No, I want to wait for her here!" Xiao Gang looked at the Waiting-for-Husband Stone with deep affection.

"Me too!" Gastly disappeared, and Kojiro returned to normal. He came behind Brock and sat down resolutely.

Clearly, he also saw a woman with purple hair who looked exactly like the Waiting-for-Husband Stone.

"I will stay here until dawn!" Xiao Gang clasped his hands together, looking extremely solemn.

"Don't you guys think this 'Waiting-for-Husband Rock' looks a lot like Kojiro?" Natsume suddenly asked.

Everyone was taken aback, glancing at the Waiting-for-Husband Rock and then at Kojiro.

"Yeah, meow, it really looks just like meow!" Meow and Musashi climbed up again at some point.

"That makes it even more like it." Natsume pulled out a long purple wig from somewhere and put it on Kojiro's head.

"Where did you get so many props?" Xiaoxia was speechless. She always felt that Natsume had a magic bag.

"Yeah, yeah, with a little makeup, you'll look exactly the same!" Musashi said, pulling out her makeup bag and starting to do her own thing on Kojiro's face.

Soon, a beautiful "woman" with purple hair appeared, bearing an uncanny resemblance to the Waiting-for-Husband Stone.

"Click!" Natsume took a picture to remember the moment.

"Suddenly, I don't want to protect it as much anymore." Xiao Gang stood up.

Kojiro: "."

Natsume's outburst ruined their mood, leaving them with no choice but to accept the fact that the purple-haired woman was also Gengar in disguise.

That evening, Natsume sent Ryujiro a photo of Kojiro dressed as a woman.

Xiao Gang, who was standing next to him, had his face blurred, but Ryujiro still recognized that it was a man.

Treason! Treason!

Ryujiro was furious and immediately transferred 1 billion yen to Natsume, requesting that he design another script for Kojiro.

In Ryujiro's opinion, Natsume's previous script was quite successful.

Because Kojiro actually called him and asked him things like, "Are your parents dead? Do you still have any property?"

Kojiro is actually concerned about the family fortune; Natsume is practically a miracle doctor!

"Mr. Natsume, you must save my son Kojiro and bring him back to the right path!"

Looking at the messages and transfer information sent by Ryujiro on his phone, Natsume touched his nose.

He sent it to the other party on a whim.

But now it seems that Kojiro's photos in women's clothing have unexpected economic value.

The group returned to the guesthouse and rested for the night.

The next day, Ash switched Butterfree back with Gastly.

"Gastly, if you think I'm not worthy to be your trainer..."

"Goodbye." Before Ash could finish speaking, Gastly vanished into thin air.

Xiao Zhi: "."

After a while, Gastly reappeared, with a red-eyed Gengar behind it.

"Hehe." Gastly smiled at Gengar, indicating that it was just joking.

"Actually, there's a reason why I can't become your Pokémon." Seeing that it couldn't leave directly, Gastly decided to reason with it and appeal to its emotions.

"Every year during the Ghost Festival, I appear here to play pranks on my master, who is also the prototype of that Waiting-for-Husband Stone."

"Waaaaah, otherwise if I leave, Master will be gradually forgotten. I won't let that happen!"

As Gastly spoke, a few tears welled up in its eyes.

That's right, Ash said, looking touched.

"In that case, you stay—ah!" A big bump appeared on Xiaozhi's head.

"A level 22 Gastly is a Pokémon based on a rock that's thousands of years old? Are you really that stupid?!"

Xiaoxia withdrew her smoking fist.

"So you're lying to me?" Ash rubbed his head and looked at Gastly.

"Gengga!"

Behind them, the red-eyed Gengar let out a cry, and Gastly trembled like a leaf.

"Fine, here's one of these!" Ash said, taking out a spicy slurry, lighting it, and handing it to Gengar first, then to Gastly.

"Hiss—ha!" Gengar took a skillful sniff.

Gastly, standing nearby, followed suit.

"Whatever it may be, my principles will not waver!"

"Hiss—ha!"

wrong!

"Hiss—ha!"

Wait!

"Hiss—ha!"

What is this thing?!

After a while, Gastly and Ash signed the "Spicy Mud Agreement," taking the first step in improving their relationship.

Natsume yawned, watching the scene before him with utter boredom.

Actually, the level of a Ghost Pokémon has nothing to do with its age.

This Gastly has indeed lived for a very, very long time. Judging from the other party's reaction, it has some connection with this Waiting-for-Husband Rock, but not much.

At this moment, Natsume also realized that the allure of spiciness to Pokémon like Gastly was irresistible.

Other Poison-type Pokémon are also obsessed, but not to this extent.

Is it a Ghost + Poison special attack?

Unaware of this, Natsume continued fiddling with the high-grade ball in his hand.

Soon, it was evening.

Summer festival officially begins!

"A burnt apple with a Charmeleon tail!"

"Snorlax Takoyaki!"

On the hillside, in front of the Waiting-for-Husband Rock, Xiao Gang looked up at the moon.

He didn't go to the temple fair, but came straight here, staring blankly at the sky, lost in thought.

At the temple fair, countless vendors hawked their wares, many incorporating features of their own Pokémon to attract customers.

"Psyduck head roasted with pig brain! Simmered for three hours with psychic power!" A stall owner had a struggling duck tied to his head.

"Snorlax's juicy wheel cakes, he's stuffed!" A vendor even set up his stall on Snorlax's belly and enthusiastically hawked his wares.

"Mr. Mime, the cotton candy doll, the transparent barrier—you have to get far away and tear it open, meow!"

In a corner of the temple fair, Xiao Zhi excitedly opened the Mr. Mime cotton candy he had just bought.

"Huh? Why is there only one stick?" Xiao Zhi realized belatedly.

Just as he was about to confront the stall owner, he heard Xiaoxia's voice behind him.

"Hey, Ash, let's go join the memorial dance!"

Xiaoxia, unusually, didn't tie her hair up; instead, she let her orange hair down to her shoulders.

She was wearing a light yellow kimono with wave patterns, and her hairpin was loosely inserted at an angle.

Xiaoxia straightened her collar, her wooden clogs stepping over the shadows of the festival lanterns. She raised her chin, gave a soft hum, and smiled at the stunned Xiaozhi:

"How about it? Aren't you stunned by how beautiful I am?" Xiaoxia said proudly.

"Oh, so you really are a girl?"

"Bang!" Due to some uncontrollable force, Xiao Zhi grew two centimeters taller.

Not far away, Natsume was exploring the routes for advanced balls when he looked up and saw this scene. He couldn't help but shake his head.

Sigh, Ash is too straightforward. Aunt Hanako will have to worry about him from now on.

Unlike him, who is incredibly shrewd and perceptive!

Behind Natsume stood Jiaozi.

She wore a moon-white kimono with dark brown sashes, and her hair was styled with a jade hairpin.

With her head bowed and cheeks slightly flushed, like snow-covered plum blossoms, her fingertips curled and hidden in her sleeves, she finally mustered her courage and spoke after a long while:

"Mr. Natsume, how about we go to the ball?"

"I'm busy."

Natsume was working feverishly, the file in his hand practically spitting fire.

(End of this chapter)